His Captive Mortal (A Vampire Romance)

“Let me suck your cock?”

He shrugs. “Be my guest.” He settles beside me.

I crawl over him, taking him into my mouth, tasting the tang of my own juices as I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick. I close my eyes and return to the boudoir. Anka takes over, working his cock with an expertise I never dreamed of.

Charlie groans with pleasure and a sense of satisfaction rises—not just mine but Anka’s too.

Let it go.

I sense Anka waver, torn between feeling good and the power of the blackness, caught between pleasure and pain. I try to stay in the background, knowing this is Anka’s choice not mine.

Anka seems to flitter between good and evil, as if testing each one.

Something overcomes my past life self. Tears begin to stream down my face, but they aren’t out of suffering. More like relief. Anka takes Charlie’s cock deep in her throat in a shocking move I didn’t know was physically possible.

I suck hard. And then I realize Anka made her decision. She’s drawing the curse out of him.

Charlie rolls his hips, making little grunts of pain. Or is it passion?

All at once something terrible—something black and heavy—flies out into my mouth. I fall back with a sickening thud.

Charlie cries out in pain, his body convulsing with the power of it.

Send it to the light, I hear, and I begin to cough, the darkness pouring out of my mouth in bursts of bruise-colored shapeless forms. They swirl up toward the light, dark plumes of smoke floating up and away.

Trembling, moving with an urgency to see things through to the finish, I return my attention to Charlie’s cock, licking from balls to tip, flicking my tongue around the head. A drop of pre-cum emerges. My heart leaps, and this time the tears are mine. Charlie’s healed—Anka released him from her vengeance!

My lover’s head jerks up, and he props himself on his elbows, staring in shock, as if he doesn’t dare believe it.

“Yes,” I whisper, lifting my mouth from his member. “Yes,” I repeat, fresh tears coursing down my cheeks. “Come for me, Charlie.”

As I take him into my mouth, I experience an incredible surge of power—not the dark evil power of before but a light, joy, joyful one.

Charlie

Cum moves down my shaft in surges. The sharp pain that normally blocks it from leaving my throbbing length is gone. It felt as though the very head of my cock was being wrenched from my body, but now I experience an incredible rushing sensation, as if the pathway opened.

“Come for me, Charlie.” Aurelia’s face glistens with tears, a golden light surrounding her body.

My muscles jerk. I stare as she engulfs my cock in her hot, wet mouth, sucking it, making love to it.

The cum surges forward again.

“Aurelia,” I choke.

She takes me deeper and makes a humming sound, and the added vibration is like a love song to my cock.

“Aurelia,” I try again to warn her, but it’s too late. I ejaculate with an explosion of pleasure, lifting my hips into the air, shouting with surprised ecstasy.

I come and come, the pleasure rocking my body off the bed.

Aurelia pulls off and takes my seed across her tits, her face glowing, her mouth stretching in a wide smile.

I reach for her, pulling her down on top of me, nuzzling for the vein at her neck.

“Forgive me, Charles.” It’s Aurelia’s voice, but the words come out in French.

What the fuck?

My body convulses in shock. What. The actual. Fuck?

A hundred year’s worth of rage surges forth toward the woman who ruined me.

I spring to sit, lifting a palm to strike her face. But even if I was sure she was Anka, I couldn’t slap her.

I still love the evil witch.

Rushes of hot and cold roll through my body, and as I blink, I swear I see the black glitter of Anka’s eyes gazing from Aurelia’s beautiful face.

I draw in several deep breaths to calm myself.

What just happened?

I exhale slowly, willing myself to relax. Did Aurelia somehow channel Anka’s ghost?

Christ, I need to find out.

Charlie

Aurelia pulls a t-shirt over her head. The heartbroken expression on her face rips my chest open, but I hold myself back from offering anything to her. Fuck, I can’t be sure I trust her. “What just happened?”

I sense her guilt, and my body turns to ice.

Tears swim in her eyes. “I-I...I don’t know. I think I must be Anka. Reincarnated.”

No. No fucking way.

Not Aurelia. Not my sweet, submissive fairy.

“No,” I roar, shoving her dresser and causing it to flip upside down and slam against the wall. “No,” I repeat, as if by insisting, I can make it untrue.

She doesn’t speak, just beseeches me with her eyes, lips trembling.

“How long have you known?”

Her eyes fill with tears. “About a week. I've been putting pieces together. I didn’t know it all. I was trying to fix it, Charlie,” she pleads.