Page 1 of House of Vampires and Flame

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Sy rode the wolfman, her breasts bouncing like two soft balls, her hips swaying like a boat on waves.

“Fuck me!” the wolfman cried in ecstasy.

“What do you think I’m doing, sugar?” Sy chuckled.

She pounded him into the long blades of grass. The more excited her target was, the more energy she got. She inhaled his arousal, taking as much as she could. It was hard to find a supernatural to feed upon in the mortal realm.

Human males could barely sustain Sy’s strength. We’d learned that lesson the hard way. They broke easily. The wolfman, though not ranked among the strongest of his species, was the best we could find.

Beggars can’t be choosers, Sy often complained.

She hadn’t fed for nearly two months, and I preferred her to feed this way than to gorge on a corpse. It’d been years since we first went on the run, and I still didn’t have the stomach for blood and gore. Sy often retreated after she fed, and I had to take over with my humanoid form and clean up her mess.

I peeked out through her eyes and studied the wolfman’s lust-distorted face, a bit curious and a lot bored. At least I was kind enough not to yawn when he groaned like a bitch in heat and stared at Sy’s glorious breasts.

I dipped my gaze and glimpsed his bristly pubic hair, wet with the cream Sy made.

Shit!

I darted my eyes to the sky, praying for patience and tolerance.

Hurry up, Sy, I urged. We should be on the road. I got a bad feeling this morning that something bad is going to happen.

You always have a bad feeling, she said, bouncing on top of the wolfman like a cheerleader, but she was ready to wrap it up. I could feel the approach of her climax.

Relax, she advised. Just enjoy the moment and smell the weeds, as we don’t have many. His cock is a little crooked, like a curved banana but a lot harder, and he has a knot—

Please! I stopped her. I don’t need to know every detail.

I could feel a small slice of what Sy was experiencing. More often, it was like looking through sunglasses; everything was filtered—the sound, the scent, the pleasure, and the thrill of her hunt.

I’m harvesting the energy for both of us, she said. We can go for a week without feeding again, so you should not be so grumpy.

I feed differently, I pointed out.

The wolfman bucked up his hips to thrust deep into Sy, not realizing he was her dish. After Sy finished feeding on his sexual energy, he’d be spent and suffer fatigue for a few days. He wasn’t losing much, though, as this was probably his best lay.

He moaned and growled in pleasure, his corn-blue eyes rolling back. Sy laughed, pounding him further into the grass and dirt. The wolfman tried to grab Sy’s bouncing breasts, but he had to use both hands to fully grasp one breast. His gaze fixed on her features lustfully, transfixed by her savage beauty.

While I had a golden, innocent look with my cheeks still round with baby fat, Sy was my opposite. She was wild, sultry, mature, and a head taller. A cascade of long, lush hair covered her pointed ears, and a pair of cracked sunglasses hid her glowing golden eyes at my insistence.

Standing out was asking for trouble.

We walked through cities in my form, all innocent and youthful, making folks let down their guard. Just when they underestimated me, a monster could erupt out of me in an instant, all teeth and claws, and sometimes death.

Even when Sy was out, taking over, like sex-feeding on the wolfman right now, I insisted on her not talking too much and not opening her mouth wide to laugh. She liked to purr and giggle during sex, but she could do it with her big mouth shut.

Three of her targets passed out in the past when they saw her rows of jagged, razor-sharp fangs suddenly pop out, which ended up with their cocks going limp and our feeding undone and our fuel not being filled up.

Very disappointing.

At my nagging, Sy rode the wolfman harder. I rolled my eyes, as that wasn’t what I’d meant. I wanted her to pick up speed and get it done, like now, since I was starting to get antsy. It was supposed to be a sprint, not a fucking marathon.

The earthy forest wind ruffled her hair. The blades of grass whipped her thighs, which clamped down on either side of the man’s legs. He’d have bruises later.

“Give it to daddy!” the wolfman cried out.

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