Page 59 of The Vampire’s Prey

The vampire, Adrian I assume, leaves her kneeling on the rocks to grab onto a ring stuck into the top of a rock overhanging. He speaks again and lifts up, like a pull up, onto the ring and hangs there for a few moments. My eyes are riveted to Evangeline kneeling there, waiting, wanting. My cock stirs again as I picture her under me, on her knees and begging to be bred. I squeeze my eyes shut and turn away for a moment. I’m on a mission. I have to get my body under control.

When I open them again, Adrian is pulling a white rope through the hook, his eyes locked onto Evangeline. I watch as her chest begins to rise and fall rapidly. Is she frightened or turned on? I wish I could be closer, but I don’t dare move from my spot. I’m already pushing my luck as it is. After several minutes of rope tugging and eye fucking, at least on his part, he lifts his hand towards her, and she rises to walk over to him. His fingers skim over her body, and I watch, helpless, as her lips part, and her head falls back. That answers my question. That bitch is enjoying every minute.

How can she let that monster paw at her like that? I grip the rocks in front of me, the pain shooting through my hands, grounding me. I can’t race in there like that. It will undermine everything about this mission. I want to hurt her. Dear God, I want to make her scream, but this is not the place nor time. I have to resign myself to watching this macabre tableau.

His hands touch and pinch every bit of skin on her. Her cries and gasps fill the air, and I try not to listen. I try my hardest, but I can’t turn away. Even though I’m disgusted, my body is at war with my mind. My cock aches and throbs. My pants are way too tight. I'm just going to loosen them. That's all. I slip the button through the hole, my eyes trained on the pair, waiting for any sign that they are alerted to my presence. Each click of the zipper roars in my ears and feels like it’s taking an eternity to undo. Once my pants are around my hips, I find some slight measure of relief. At least I’m not as confined.

I continue to watch as this disturbing porn plays out in front of me. They both put on a show as if they know I’m in the audience. Her body is turned towards me, so I see every movement she makes: every hitch of breath, every moan that spills out of her lips. Anger and lust war within me as his fingers make quick work of her buttons.

Within moments, her shirt is unbuttoned, and she’s exposed to me. Where in the hell did she get such scandalous underwear? Every time I went through the laundry, I never saw anything like what she is wearing now. The sheer lace leaves almost nothing to my imagination. The folds and patterns may conceal her actual nipples, but it does nothing to hide how proudly they jut into the air as Adrian's fingers pluck at them. Adrian pinches them hard, and Evangeline yelps, her cries filling the night and bouncing off of the rocks. Her moans echo all around me, filling my head with her ecstasy and pain. My dick leaps at the sound of her discomfort. If only I was the one causing her pain. But seeing how much she’s liking it makes it all the worse.

Without thinking, I reach into my underwear and began stroking myself. I bite my lip to keep from moaning. It’s been way too long. And what exactly have I waited for? Those wanton moans are anything but pure. They pour out of her lusty throat like the fires and brimstone of hell.

Again, rage rises to the surface. Who does that little slut think she is? She’s mine to touch, tease, and fondle. Certainly no one else’s, especially not this hell spawn. She will have to be purified before I can marry her now. If not, our children's heavenly fate will be sealed. I can’t allow her indiscretion to damn them for eternity.

Closing my eyes, her cries still fill my head. But instead of picturing her in pleasure, I see her in front of me, begging me for absolution. It will come, but she will pay dearly before it does. Everything clenches up. I’m close. Too close. I have to calm myself down. Taking a deep breath, I squeeze my base hard, trying to keep from coming. Several more deep breaths, and I’m able to back away from the edge. Letting go, I grabbed the rocks in front of me, forcing myself to watch what’s happening and not touch myself.

His hands skim her sides and slowly unbutton her pants. I grip the rocks even harder until blood smears across my palms. What right does he have to touch her like that? My brain screams at me, howling in righteous indignation. She’s not his. She’s mine. All mine! My brain and cock fight hard against each other as her pants slide down her long, silky legs. Those same legs I've dreamed about wrapping around my waist. Those same thighs that I beat my meat to while watching her shower when she didn't know I could see.

There were lots of things she didn't know, sacrifices I had made. I could have fucked her at any point under The Family's roof. But it was out of respect and decency that I availed myself to my hands and whores. And here she is, the biggest whore of them all. Groaning and writhing while this demon slides his fingers across her panty-hidden slit.

I’m nearly unmanned as he yanks the thin wisp of fabric away to reveal her glistening mound. The moonlight reveals just how turned on the devil made her. Precum leaks out and slides down my engorged shaft. God help me, but I can’t resist anymore. Tearing my underwear down my hips, I fist my meat in my hand and begin slowly sliding up and down.

He leaves her for a moment and brings a bundle back to her. With a flick of his wrist, he slings out a length of rope. I swell even larger as he winds it about her body, framing her delightfully pertinent bits. The ropes wrap about her breast, making them thrust forward even more. The tips point towards me, begging me to take them into my mouth and bite down on that supple flesh. They become slightly engorged and distended as he wraps the ropes about them, and my knees go weak with lust. It’s driving me mad.

Her trussed up and moaning wildly, and me helpless to do anything but beat myself off like some common lurker. She made me the cuckold this night, and she will regret it. Regret ever rejecting me for this monster. Regret all the times I made advances towards her, and she played them off like she didn't understand what I wanted. Well, when I get my hands on her, she’ll know exactly what I want and will give it to me or else.

After wrapping the rope around her body, he leads her over to the ones dangling from the hook. I hold my breath as he murmurs for a moment into her ear. She nods and closes her eyes, the look of complete trust gutting me. Within what seems like moments, he has her suspended up in the air, her arms tied behind her back and her legs spread. Fear for her abates my lust for a few minutes. As much as I hate her at that moment, I don’t want her to actually get hurt. That’s going to be my job.

Adrian comes behind her head and helps her lift it up. He fiddles with the ropes for a few moments then lies her head back down on what looks like a small pillow. He obviously knows what he’s doing. I’ll have to keep that in mind when I go to kill him. He’s not stupid like the dozens we've mowed down before.

He stands next to her and pushes on the ropes so her body sways back and forth. Her peals of laughter ring through the rocks and bring my anger back to the surface. At least she's happy. It's not like she has a job to do, and yet, here she is, frolicking with the enemy.

The ropes twist and turn until her head is at his crotch and her spread thighs point in my direction. He undoes his pants and feeds his cock into her open mouth. Even from where I am, I can see the wetness gathering as he chokes her on his massive length. I look down at my own cock, feeling very inadequate. Will she even feel me after he leaves her gaping and used? I stare back at her crotch, happy to see that she still looks tight and neat. At least from what I can tell. Her muffled squeaks and moans send me back into overdrive. Pumping furiously, I stare at her pussy, imagining diving deep into her, bringing squeals of ecstasy to her lips.

His fingers creep into view of my fantasy, and I almost growl out loud when his fingers slide through her slippery folds. After teasing her clit for a few moments, he brings his fingers down on her pussy. Hard. The slaps ring out into the night, even over the sounds of her mouth working around his cock. I come hard, painting the rocks in front of me with my spray. Metallic tang coats my tongue as I bite down hard to keep from shouting out. In front of me, Adrian is still teasing Evangeline, but I’m too spent to even care. I lean back on the rocks and watch the show in front of me, burning all of it into my mind to exact my retribution on her body later.

After thrusting into her mouth for several more moments, he turns the ropes around. I’m no longer teased with the vision of her wet cunt, but the look of pleasure lighting up her face as he thrusts into her is almost too much. I turn away, unable to watch any more. If I don’t calm down soon, I will wreck the entire mission. He will die a slow and painful death. I’ll make sure of that.

I wait for a few more minutes before tucking my cock back inside my pants and sneaking back to the car. I keep looking back, but they’re both so involved in what they’re doing that I manage to get away without them noticing.

Putting the car in neutral, I coast down the slight hill, not turning the engine on until I’m a good several miles away. I seethe the entire time back to the hotel room, plotting and planning how I’m going to bring down this scum and punish my future bride. But for tonight, I need to rest back up.

It’s funny how things become simple pleasures when your world is crumbling around you. The lights for the hotel blink at me, comforting me somewhat. I trudge through the door and collapse on the bed. The mattress is hard beneath me, and I try to settle down and sleep. I keep tossing and turning, visions of Evangeline flitting through my brain. Sitting up, I pull out my phone and try to text her.

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Haven't had a status update in over a week.

Stay strong. Just killed a nest. They lured their victims in and tied them up in ropes before killing them. Trust no one. They speak sweetly but are still ruthless monsters.

It’s a lie. All of it. But surely there’s some truth. There has to be a nest out there doing the same exact thing Adrian is. Satisfied, I toss my phone onto the nightstand and go to sleep.

10

Evangeline

My eyes flutter open, and I'm hit with both lust and soreness. Last night was like a dream. Until this moment, I never knew I could be so happy. The fact that it's with a vampire is all the more shocking. I stretch out my arms and roll my shoulders as memories flood my brain. Adrian had me weightless above him. It was so disorienting at first. I kept trying to make sense of it all, but when he touched me, everything righted itself.