A Samhain Reward

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Desdmona
Desdmona
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From the photograph on the floor, two pair of eyes twinkled at me. A boy and a girl. Long ago sweethearts. And there it was - the best reason of all to live. Love.

"I'm not Evie," I said. "Don't you see what you could have had with her?" But he didn't.

I pulled away, giving up my rights. Paul's penis shriveled like an unsupported tent. He was unconscious, but his heart was still beating. My cunt shivered and the faint smell of pussy wafted to my nostrils. I'd drunk enough to have a chance. I touched myself with warm fingers. First, a quick jab inside to moisten my fingertips, and then I rubbed furious circles over my clitoris. I was so close.

Busting glass and splintered wood came flying through the room. The others had arrived, eager for their Samhain feast. Like carrion birds, they swooped inside and landed on him. In a flash, they were pushing and shoving and feeding on his every limb. Still more jumped on each morsel of tissue and blood and bone that scattered to the floor. In moments, nothing was left of him.

I told myself it wasn't my fault. I had let him live. The others were the ones that took his life. They had no conscience. And now he was dead. But his blood was in me, warm and hot. I just needed to make use of it.

It began in the center of my womb, a rumbling wave of sexual intensity, crashing through my live synapses, ebbing and flowing, until every corpuscle had felt its strength. It was as powerful an orgasm as any I'd felt.

End

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GoddessWithRedHairGoddessWithRedHairabout 20 years ago
Fantastic!

This is the best Erotic Horror short story I have read to date. You have all the elements in this piece. Truely a great read!

InsatiableMeInsatiableMeabout 20 years ago
Two thumbs up! :-)

Desdmona, I know you say this story "stretched your comfort zone", but let me be the first to say (here, at least) that you did an excellent job!

This story was spine-tingling, attention-grabbing, pulse-stirring, and just all around hot! :) It is wonderful to see an author who truly understands "Erotic Horror".

Keep up the writing! I look forward to more! (And plan to check out your author profile now!)

DesdmonaDesdmonaabout 20 years agoAuthor
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This is a story that stretches my comfort zone. Vampires are sexy. There's so much bloodlust that I wanted to try my hand at writing about one. As it was, I couldn't go all the way and make my vampire completely evil. She had to have regrets and self-imposed guidelines for her actions. But in the end, as it can only be with vampires, her own existence and her own needs prevail.

I'm sure I stray from any accepted idea of vampires, and I interjected my own ideas. But that's part of the fun of writing. In my mind, for the sense of smell to be so acute, the other senses might need to take a backseat, and so for this story my vampire can't taste. Except on that one day of the year -- Samhain.

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