Mated to the Vampire Clan (An Erotica Tale of Force) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Audrey Grace
Tags: An Erotica Tale of Force
up one side of her face.
A grunt and a groan signaled to her that the lone vampire left fucking her, the one beneath her, was about to spray his load inside her cunt, into the sensitive and semen-soaked canal that had seen a cock before his. He tightened up beneath her, shutting his eyes, and she saw the glint of his fangs as they bared, as his lips curled above his teeth. Her blood was dripping down onto his face and neck, and for a moment he looked as if he was in utter bliss, before he finally roared into her face, pleasure tugging at every of his tiny facial muscles.
Awkwardly he pushed her off him, and she fell onto her side on the dusty, wooden floor, her skirt falling back downward to cover her cunt. She lay, curled up, used, ravaged, pillaged. The silver-haired leader came around to her, and she looked up at him. Soon another face crept into her view, then another, then another. They were standing in circles around her, each looking down at her with dark, unearthly eyes.
“What now?” she asked.
“We drink.” And at that, the twelve of them lowered themselves to her body, each sniffing along the lines of her veins, each sinking their fangs into her, plunging her into a whirling abyss of pain. She screamed and writhed as they drank from her. It felt as if her body was being drained, emptied. Her vision grew faint and blurry. They seemed to drink her blood forever.
She lost consciousness, and when she came too again, a weak and withered heap on the floor, the silver-haired vampire was standing beside her. The rest had retreated she knew not where.
“You, now?” she said in an exhausted whisper. “And where will you take me?”
“Right here,” he said, leaning forward and kissing her tenderly on her lips. She felt the press of his fangs against her lower lip, pressing the soft flesh against her teeth. He broke the kiss and rose, looking at her tenderly. “We are the Thirteen,” he said. “Only we have the power to transform. You do not possess that privilege, but you are now no longer one of the mortal kin. You have joined our ranks. Our legion. You will live forever.”
“And will I see you again?” she asked.
“Only when it is time for you to die,” he said gravely before disappearing into the darkness.
Maddi lay on the floor in reflection of the night she’d had at this haunted place. She thought of her car, a flat tire just twenty minutes up the road. She thought of her boyfriend, already ineffectual emotionally, and now, in comparison with the night of her ravaging, physically ineffectual, too. She realized that something in her had changed. She no longer cared about him, her car, or her life. When staring into the eyes of immortality, suddenly it all seemed so unimportant.
She grinned, hugging herself quietly on the floor. She could already feel the physical transformation taking place within her. The punctures that speckled her body crimson were closing, healing. Her vision was sharpening. Her lips were curling into a cruel and wicked grin.
Immortality, she thought.
A vampire, she relished.
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On behalf of all erotica authors, I would like to thank you for supporting the genre. It is hugely popular, immensely diverse, and is filled with myriad examples of great writing, and yet it is rarely afforded the privilege of shelf space (and in the virtual sense, too!). Your patronage is what allows us to keep doing what we love.
For that, I am eternally grateful.
I hope you enjoyed this story at least as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to send me feedback in any way, shape, or form.
If you are comfortable doing so, leaving a truthful review (so that means negatives, too!) would not only help me with my craft, but it would also give me direction on what to write next.
Thank you - AG.
About the Author
Audrey Grace is the pen name of a thirty-something traveler who has followed her father and his job around the world. A rebellious tomboy in her teenage
A grunt and a groan signaled to her that the lone vampire left fucking her, the one beneath her, was about to spray his load inside her cunt, into the sensitive and semen-soaked canal that had seen a cock before his. He tightened up beneath her, shutting his eyes, and she saw the glint of his fangs as they bared, as his lips curled above his teeth. Her blood was dripping down onto his face and neck, and for a moment he looked as if he was in utter bliss, before he finally roared into her face, pleasure tugging at every of his tiny facial muscles.
Awkwardly he pushed her off him, and she fell onto her side on the dusty, wooden floor, her skirt falling back downward to cover her cunt. She lay, curled up, used, ravaged, pillaged. The silver-haired leader came around to her, and she looked up at him. Soon another face crept into her view, then another, then another. They were standing in circles around her, each looking down at her with dark, unearthly eyes.
“What now?” she asked.
“We drink.” And at that, the twelve of them lowered themselves to her body, each sniffing along the lines of her veins, each sinking their fangs into her, plunging her into a whirling abyss of pain. She screamed and writhed as they drank from her. It felt as if her body was being drained, emptied. Her vision grew faint and blurry. They seemed to drink her blood forever.
She lost consciousness, and when she came too again, a weak and withered heap on the floor, the silver-haired vampire was standing beside her. The rest had retreated she knew not where.
“You, now?” she said in an exhausted whisper. “And where will you take me?”
“Right here,” he said, leaning forward and kissing her tenderly on her lips. She felt the press of his fangs against her lower lip, pressing the soft flesh against her teeth. He broke the kiss and rose, looking at her tenderly. “We are the Thirteen,” he said. “Only we have the power to transform. You do not possess that privilege, but you are now no longer one of the mortal kin. You have joined our ranks. Our legion. You will live forever.”
“And will I see you again?” she asked.
“Only when it is time for you to die,” he said gravely before disappearing into the darkness.
Maddi lay on the floor in reflection of the night she’d had at this haunted place. She thought of her car, a flat tire just twenty minutes up the road. She thought of her boyfriend, already ineffectual emotionally, and now, in comparison with the night of her ravaging, physically ineffectual, too. She realized that something in her had changed. She no longer cared about him, her car, or her life. When staring into the eyes of immortality, suddenly it all seemed so unimportant.
She grinned, hugging herself quietly on the floor. She could already feel the physical transformation taking place within her. The punctures that speckled her body crimson were closing, healing. Her vision was sharpening. Her lips were curling into a cruel and wicked grin.
Immortality, she thought.
A vampire, she relished.
# # #
On behalf of all erotica authors, I would like to thank you for supporting the genre. It is hugely popular, immensely diverse, and is filled with myriad examples of great writing, and yet it is rarely afforded the privilege of shelf space (and in the virtual sense, too!). Your patronage is what allows us to keep doing what we love.
For that, I am eternally grateful.
I hope you enjoyed this story at least as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to send me feedback in any way, shape, or form.
If you are comfortable doing so, leaving a truthful review (so that means negatives, too!) would not only help me with my craft, but it would also give me direction on what to write next.
Thank you - AG.
About the Author
Audrey Grace is the pen name of a thirty-something traveler who has followed her father and his job around the world. A rebellious tomboy in her teenage
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