"And I am sure you ladies provided him more than he could have ever imagined,” Íolite drawled.
"I can not wait to feel his strong, hard shaft inside me,” Saifír injected.
"I want his lips on my sex,” Gaing said. “Something tells me he will be very good at pleasuring a woman."
"Well, what he doesn't know, you will need to teach him,” Ópal stated. “One day a human woman will thank you for it."
"Our artist prefers men,” Smaragaid told them. “We will have to instruct him differently than most."
"Ah, now I see why you frighten him so,” Diamant said. “Perhaps you should have gone to him in alternate form."
"We considered it and may do so yet,” Griancholoch said. “It has been awhile since we used our incubi personas."
"Have your rugged incubi rescue him from you dastardly women after the inspirations for the sculptures are firmly set in his mind,” Aimitis suggested. “Then give him the sweet pleasure he will need to go back to his workplace and create."
"Thank you for your idea, Aimitis,” Coiréal said with a nod. “Your help is always gratefully accepted."
The Seoid were quiet as they stared into the mesmerizing flames of the campfire. Each was lost in her own thoughts of the pleasures she wished to give and receive from her creator. Though there was no need for them to sleep, each woman closed her eyes and let her essence drift upon the crackling energy surrounding them all, giving herself over to the renewal of her psychic gifts.
"I think a little play would help our writer get over his hurdle,” Aimitis said and her four sisters opened their eyes. “Perhaps a little vampire play?"
"I believe that would be very entertaining,” Ómra agreed with a nod.
"Then let's erase what has gone before and start anew,” Rúibín said.
* * * *
Kai woke to find himself sprawled on the cave floor. His flashlight was pointed upward and he was staring at the jagged hole through which he'd fallen. The opening was far above him and he doubted he'd be able to make the climb. Carefully moving his arms and legs, he was amazed he hadn't broken his back in the fall, but he had landed on the cushion of his backpack and was more in a seated position because of it than lying flat.
"You're lucky you didn't break your pelvis,” he mumbled as he sat completely up, pushing the hood of his parka back and sweeping off the watch cap. His hair was wet beneath the heavy wool and plastered tightly to his head. Arming away the sweat, he stuck the flashlight between his legs and shrugged off the backpack, allowing it to fall behind him.
Taking the flashlight from between his knees, he pushed himself to his feet to survey the hole into which he'd fallen. It was roughly ten feet or so in area with craggy walls with limestone blades that looked sharp to the touch. Scaling such a surface would be iffy at best and painful should he scrape his body against the sharp edges. Sweeping the beam of the flashlight over the walls, he found one section that looked as though it might be a break in the solidity of the expanse and walked over to it. Sure enough, it was a small opening set back from the main part of the wall and down its length he could see a glimmer of light at the far end.
But he knew there was no way he could take his backpack with him through the constriction of the opening. It was too bulky. Going back to it, he retrieved the beacon locator, his cell phone, and a bottle of water and went back to the break in the wall. With some effort, he managed to squeeze himself into the opening and began heading toward the light.
"Resourceful," Aimitis whispered to her sisters. They were all above him in their energy forms just skittering along the ceiling of the opening and watching his every move. "Are you in place Gaing?"
"Aye."
The Seoid had drawn straws to see who would show herself to their writer first and Gaing had won. Now she waited in the shadows at the far end of the opening.
The closer he came to the end of the opening, the lighter it became. Having turned off the flashlight and stuffed it into one of the deep pockets of his parka along with the beacon locator, cell phone, and bottle of water, he carefully slid one foot slowly ahead of the other, testing the sturdiness of the floor beneath him this time. By the time he reached the end of the opening, he was sweating profusely—from unease as well as the humid air wafting in his face.
Coming out into a large cavern whose dark red walls were stark and rugged with strangely twisted stalactites and fierce looking stalagmites, he was surprised to see a wide stream winding its way along the far side. Its waters an ebon expanse of slow moving liquid, it looked forbidding and dangerous. The light illuminating the cavern came from a chimney that went straight up between two vast columns of stone. Climbing such an inhospitable chimney would be treacherous at best.
Sighing heavily, Kai examined every foot of space into which he'd walked but could see no way to get out of it. He knew he was trapped and the only way out was to use the beacon locator and the cell phone. With his hands on his hips, he let his chin fall to his chest. He could just imagine the chuckles this escapade would cause at the diner in Hot Springs.
"That writer person went and got himself caught in a big hole up in the mountains,” he could hear a good old boy chortle. “Went exploring all on his lonesome."
"Stupid city slicker,” someone would inject.
Shaking his head from side to side, he sighed again and reached for his phone. The light overhead was lowering and one glance at his watch told him it was mid-afternoon.
"It will not work here."
Kai nearly jumped out of his skin at the whispered words and dropped the cell phone. He spun around, his eyes wide, his heart thudding, but he saw no one there. He dragged breath into his lungs, swallowing the fear suddenly lodged in his throat. Taking out the flashlight, he sprayed its beam all about the cavern but there was no sign of the speaker.
"Where are you?” he asked, turning around in circles.
"Behind you."
He yelped, pivoting around to find himself staring into the shadowed face of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was standing so close to him, he could feel the coldness shimmering from her. Her midnight hair fell about her naked body like a silken cape and when she smiled, pearly white front teeth were bracketed by long, needle sharp fangs that glistened behind her crimson lips. But it was the sanguine red spark in her eyes that made him gasp.
Fear unlike anything he'd ever known reached up to grab his heart and twist. His testicles drew up and he shuddered. He backed away, putting a hand out to ward her off.
"I have been waiting for you, Kai,” she told him in a sultry voice that made his cock throb.
Shaking his head, he took another step back, growing more and more frightened as she took a step toward him.
"Don't,” he said and kept edging his way toward the opening through which he'd come into this hellish cavern.
She smiled, her ruby red lips glistening. “I want you."
"No,” he said, shaking his head. He put a hand behind him to feel for the wall.
"I will have you,” she whispered.
Fear was replaced with stark terror as images of some of the scenes he'd created in his Demon Sired series sprang up to taunt him. He had never created a vampiress but the one stalking him now sent images stabbing through his mind that—were they to be written down—would surely entice even the most jaded horror fan. He felt his cock stir.
Risking a glance behind him, he realized the opening to which he'd been moving was no longer there. He sucked in his breath and arched the flashlight beam along the wall, trying to keep the creature slowly closing in on him in his sights, yet desperately searching for the opening. It just wasn't there.
"There is no escaping me, Kai,” she said and her pink tongue came out to sweep across her fangs.
He stumbled and found himself falling, the wall behind him sweeping back as though pulled by invisible strings so he would not collide with it. The unreality of the moment, the strangeness of it, made his heart thud heavily in his che
st as he crashed to the ground, skidding amid the dust on the floor.
One moment she was standing over him and the next she was laying stretched out above him, her long hair cascading down as her naked body hovered over him like a cloud. He stared up at her with disbelief as she levitated there. He was unable to move, unable to speak, unable to look away from the gloating smile that creased her lovely white face.
With one tilt of her head, his clothing disappeared and he lay there with his shaft as rigid and full and hard as a piece of steel. His legs moved apart, his arms spread, and he stared in horror as the entity above him drew her knees up to her chest and rotated so she was sitting in mid-air. Very slowly, she began descending toward him, her thighs opening as her sex aligned with his and she sank down upon him, his shaft going easily into her sheath.
Kai whimpered and closed his eyes, the only part of him he could consciously move.
"Mine,” she said as his cock settled to the very core of her.
Arching her hips then settling against his groin once again, she began to ride him—slowly and methodically at first but as his passion and lust grew along with hers, her pace increased. Bending forward, she ran her long red fingernails over his chest and tweaked his nipples, slashed her tongue across them then nibbled lightly.
Another groan issued from Kai.
"All mine,” the vampiress said huskily and leaning farther forward, opened her mouth and sank her fangs into his neck.
With her lower body riding him hard and tight, sliding up and down his shaft relentlessly and gripping him in undulating waves, her fangs clamped into his flesh, Kai felt an orgasm spurt from him that almost made him lose consciousness with the intensity and vibrant pleasure of it. The sensation seemed to go on and on as his cock pulsated and throbbed and burned with lust. One last squirt came from him and he became as loose-jointed and malleable as a piece of overcooked spaghetti. All he could do was groan with the intense delight rocketing through his body.
"Sleep, now, pretty boy,” his seducer whispered and lapped her tongue over the twin punctures in his throat.
Falling once more into a deep slumber from which only the Seoid could arouse him, Kai McDonough floated away with a fleeting smile on his handsome face.
Chapter Five
Awakening several hours later as the sun started to sink and the light from the chimney began to fade, Kai set up woozily with a hand to his forehead. He stared down at the jeans and sweater that covered him, the tennis shoes from his backpack that now encased his feet.
"How?” he began only to push himself up until his back was to the wall.
Full memory came to him and he remembered the creature that had attacked him, had raped him, and he pulled his knees up into the perimeter of his arms. Though the light was starting to go, he could still see the cavern around him clearly and he thought himself to be totally alone. There was no gorgeous woman lurking, no glowing red eyes peering back at him from the deeper shadows on the rocky room.
"Holy shit,” he whispered and his teeth clicked together.
Somehow or other—he thought with growing panic—he had stumbled into something he feared he would never be able to get himself out of. Not once had he ever imagined the lurid tales he spun on his keyboard and that flashed in pixels across his computer screen could bear any semblance to reality and yet here he was and when he put a shaky hand to his neck, he felt the puncture wounds and winced at the soreness of his flesh. The wounds were real and the situation, bizarre though it was, had to be real, as well. It was no sexual wet dream he'd had. He had lived through it.
"Lived through it,” he repeated, his forehead crinkled. Had he? Or had she turned him, he wondered as he sat trembling?
More scenes from his own vivid imagination trickled across his mind. He had created the Demon Sired beings that populated his bestselling novels, not once giving a passing thought that they might be based on truth. After all, there were no such things as vampires.
Fingering the wounds on his neck, he knew that was a fallacy he had to correct.
If he lived that long.
Scrambling to his feet at that brutal thought, he looked around for his backpack, somehow knowing it would be within his reach. Sure enough, it was over by the silently rolling black stream. He hurried over, bent down to scoop it up and took it back to the place where he'd been sitting. Just being able to wrap his arms around his backpack seemed to calm him although the sight of his cell phone—crushed into so much plastic and vinyl dust—made him whimper. He knew before he even looked in the pockets of his parka that the locator beacon would not be there and it wasn't.
"You are going to die here, McDonough,” he said and tears moistened his eyes.
"No, you're not."
Kai didn't flinch as he lifted his head and turned it toward the sound of this new voice. The sight which greeted him made his cock leap in his jeans.
She had blond hair that swept the ground in thick waves. Her amber eyes with the bright red pupils and the swirling, twisting black lines in the whites stood out in a face that was even more beautiful than that of the woman who had ravished him so thoroughly.
"Who are you?” he asked.
"I am Ómra,” she said and came toward him, her bare feet making no sound, her lush naked body as alluring as a siren's call, beckoning him to touch, to conquer.
"Are you one of them?"
She smiled to show him her fangs and he groaned. She lifted her arm and waved her hand and his clothing was gone. Just like that.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Are you going to rape me, too?"
"Rape is such a hateful word,” she said, coming to squat down beside him. He could smell the sweet musk wafting from between her legs and his cock grew instantly hard. “Gaing didn't rape you, dearling. She merely initiated you."
"Gaing?” he repeated.
"My sister,” she replied and smiled. “One of my sisters. You will get to know each of us in turn."
"And have you nibble my neck?” he asked, his handsome face stony. “Drink my blood? Make me into a creature of the night like you?"
A silver laugh tinkled from the lovely woman's throat and she gave him a look much as a mother would a wayward child. “Kai,” she said. “We are not creatures of the night. We are creatures of the cave. Sunlight does not harm us."
He became aware of a glow within the cavern that did not come from the chimney overhead for the light had completely vanished there. The glow was a soft lime color that seemed to emanate from the rocks in a phosphorescent radiance. He was amazed that he could see her and the surroundings so clearly.
"You've turned me,” he said, his voice filled with despair.
"It takes more than a little nip to turn you, Kai,” she said with a laugh and before he could make away from her, she took his hand and brought it to her lush breast. “Feel the warmth of my body? Do you still believe me one of the Undead?"
Her flesh was soft and warm and so firm beneath his palm that it made his hand itch to caress her. He wanted nothing more than to massage that abundant globe and suck the nipple into his mouth.
"Taste me,” she said and leaned forward until her breast was at his lip.
Without a single protest he bent his head to that offered bud and drew it between his teeth, running the tip of his tongue over it. Her flesh tasted of honey, and he closed his eyes as he drew on that delicious little nub.
Ómra threaded her fingers through his hair as he suckled her then bent her head and sank her teeth into the other side of his neck.
Kai flinched but found he could not move away. She had impaled him and was drawing his blood gently until he became lightheaded from the taking. When she'd had her fill, she pushed him down and slid her body onto his, using him in the same way her sister had, but with a gentleness that calmed him. He found himself drifting on a heated cloud of pure lust. When he came inside her, the rush was just as powerful and just as intense as when he'd spilled himself into her sister Gaing. He shuddered with deligh
t as the last spasm shook him.
"You women are draining me,” he complained but the thought didn't alarm him as much as he knew it should have.
"Close your eyes,” she said, reaching up to draw the pads of her fingers over his face. “Rest and refill that glorious cock."
Once more he drifted off to some special place the women had prepared for him and he slept until he felt insistent lips drawing upon his cock.
Lifting his head, he looked down to see a spectacular woman with silver hair suckling his flesh. She was staring at him with lavender eyes that were all-knowing, all-seeing. Her beauty was so stunning he felt the beauty of it to his very soul. The sweet pucker of her red lips as they slid down his staff was so mesmerizing he felt as though he were a firefly caught in amber.
"Who are you?” he whispered.
She pulled her lips from his throbbing flesh. “Amitis,” she replied. Sliding her shapely body over his, she turned, pulling him over her and opening her thighs wide to accommodate his lower body. “Take me, Kai."
He was as hard as the stone around him and when he nudged her legs farther apart, he slipped into her velvety warmth like a hot blade through butter. As soon as he was seated deep within her, her legs came up to wrap around his waist and her beautiful breasts pushed against his chest. She clamped her arms around him as well and held him to her.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” he said, looking down into her lavender eyes with the pinpoint red pupils.
Her smile was beguiling and totally female. “I am happy I please you.” She writhed beneath him. “I would like your shaft buried to the hilt within me."
Kai put a hand to his throbbing cock and slid it wetly along her warm sex. “Are you going to take my blood when I do?"
Aimitis arched her hips, eager for his penetration. “Aye."
"I don't want to be one of you,” he said. The head of his swollen member was paused at the opening of her channel
"You will not be,” she said. “Within our saliva is a very potent aphrodisiac. Drinking your blood is just as powerful to us as our venom is to you. It is a reciprocal thing, seanchaí, not something to cause concern for you."
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