Darkness greeted the bouncer.
How long had he been out of it? Did that chick slip him roofies or something. What?s that in his mouth? How come he couldn?t move his hands and legs? What happened to his clothing?
The man struggled at the chains holding him fast. The last thing he remembered was working the door at Andros when this blonde chick approached him. It has been the end of his shift and he had been feeling randy. Too much looking at the hot pieces of tail that frequented the club. But the customers were off limits.
Then there was that leggy dancer, Star. She had legs that wouldn?t quit. But the employees were off-limits too? Especially when they had huge boyfriends that could break him in two without breaking a sweat. And forget making time with the owner. She was just as likely to break him in half for all that she looked so fragile.
It sucked?
At least the blonde was free game and he was willing to play.
There was the sound of a door opening in the distance. A moment later fingernails raked along his chest. The mixture of fear and that pleasure had him hardening. There was that husky chuckle at his reaction.
?It is a pity I will have to forego such a tempting offer.? That soft voice was accented as if common had not been her birth language. Again those nails felt good on his flesh. About as good as the sensations at his throat where she seemed to be nuzzling and nibbling, ?Perhaps I will take a taste though.?
A taste sent pleasurable thrills through the bouncer. He moaned through the gag as she extended her incisors and raked them along the flesh of his throat. At the pulse point, those fangs pierced his flesh and drank deeply. The man started struggling as she drank and drew his soul into her form. She took just enough blood to feed. She didn?t want to leave the body too weak to sustain him.
Once the soul was pulled with her form, she intoned softly in Ancient Atlantean. The words were more a summons for the essence that had been hovering at her side. Four females worked the bounds holding the soulless shell to the table. Two males stood nearby, holding a woman between them. The woman was a minor hedge mage in a city with no real sense of community. She would not be missed.
A soft groan drew a dark smile to the woman?s lips. Her soft voice purred as she spoke, ?(vq) Let?s not do this again, hmm, Iason??
The voice that came from the frown had a note of displeasure in it, ?(vq) I owe that boy and that Dark Hunter a blood hunt.?
There was a chuckle in her voice. ?In time, brother dear. For now, I brought you dinner.? There was that evil smile again.
The nude male rose from the altar with an identical smile on his lips. He advanced on the frightened woman and made no effort to be gentle. His fangs pierce her throat and he drank deeply. The girl struggled and weakened from the loss of blood. Her soul was strong, but in the end?
It was his.
How long had he been out of it? Did that chick slip him roofies or something. What?s that in his mouth? How come he couldn?t move his hands and legs? What happened to his clothing?
The man struggled at the chains holding him fast. The last thing he remembered was working the door at Andros when this blonde chick approached him. It has been the end of his shift and he had been feeling randy. Too much looking at the hot pieces of tail that frequented the club. But the customers were off limits.
Then there was that leggy dancer, Star. She had legs that wouldn?t quit. But the employees were off-limits too? Especially when they had huge boyfriends that could break him in two without breaking a sweat. And forget making time with the owner. She was just as likely to break him in half for all that she looked so fragile.
It sucked?
At least the blonde was free game and he was willing to play.
There was the sound of a door opening in the distance. A moment later fingernails raked along his chest. The mixture of fear and that pleasure had him hardening. There was that husky chuckle at his reaction.
?It is a pity I will have to forego such a tempting offer.? That soft voice was accented as if common had not been her birth language. Again those nails felt good on his flesh. About as good as the sensations at his throat where she seemed to be nuzzling and nibbling, ?Perhaps I will take a taste though.?
A taste sent pleasurable thrills through the bouncer. He moaned through the gag as she extended her incisors and raked them along the flesh of his throat. At the pulse point, those fangs pierced his flesh and drank deeply. The man started struggling as she drank and drew his soul into her form. She took just enough blood to feed. She didn?t want to leave the body too weak to sustain him.
Once the soul was pulled with her form, she intoned softly in Ancient Atlantean. The words were more a summons for the essence that had been hovering at her side. Four females worked the bounds holding the soulless shell to the table. Two males stood nearby, holding a woman between them. The woman was a minor hedge mage in a city with no real sense of community. She would not be missed.
A soft groan drew a dark smile to the woman?s lips. Her soft voice purred as she spoke, ?(vq) Let?s not do this again, hmm, Iason??
The voice that came from the frown had a note of displeasure in it, ?(vq) I owe that boy and that Dark Hunter a blood hunt.?
There was a chuckle in her voice. ?In time, brother dear. For now, I brought you dinner.? There was that evil smile again.
The nude male rose from the altar with an identical smile on his lips. He advanced on the frightened woman and made no effort to be gentle. His fangs pierce her throat and he drank deeply. The girl struggled and weakened from the loss of blood. Her soul was strong, but in the end?
It was his.