stories and poems in Erotic Fantasy: Tales of the Paranormal explore
many different aspects of what is consider paranormal; vampire,
werewolf, ghosts, myths, horror, demons, angels, science fiction,
fantasy, etc. As well as different aspects of erotica;
heterosexual, bi-sexual, gay, fetish, romantic etc. I have selected
a couple of samples stories to give you a taste of what is in Erotic
Fantasy: Tales of the Paranormal. Enjoy!
“Portrait Portal” —Ann Cory
I walked through
the cold tomb-like room. Each step was light and languid.
Something seemed to beckon me forward, pulling at my very being. As
I passed the gold laden antique mirror, I did not see my horrific
My interest had
always been studying and drawing portraits of gods. They
represented strength and wisdom, and I felt as if their eyes told a
story. I had become intrigued with such a god called Drinyian.
After months of researching about his life and personality, I was
ready to give him life. I felt drawn to him, compelled to sketch
his eyes in such a way that they could see right into our world.
Setting up my easel, renewed energy raced through my veins. First I
sketched the basic features of his face with a light pencil and then
filled in the details with careful attention. Throughout the
process I had felt someone guiding my hand, giving him realistic
features. After spending hours perfecting the sketch I stepped
back, smiling and proud. Never before had I drawn anything so
life-like that it threatened to step off the page. I couldn't tear
myself away from the intensity in his eyes. My body stirred, a deep
yearning pulled from within. I longed to caress his strong chiseled
face. Instinctively I reached out and brushed my fingers against
his cheeks. I gasped, for instead of the crispness of the paper, I
had touched skin. My body weakened as I fell to the floor, my mind
flooding with darkness.
I awoke in a
glorious ballroom. My once bare toes were now encased in lovely
velvet shoes and my gown was extravagant! Yards of burgundy
material flowed with puffy white sleeves etched in thin gold ribbon.
Impulsively I twirled to the music, my skirt swishing about my
"Would you care
to dance?" boomed a voice. Stepping out from the shadows was a
glorious man, dressed in a flowing robe with green embroidered
leaves and big floppy cuffs. Looking into his smoky gray eyes, I
knew at once who it was. Taking his hand, he led me across the
ballroom floor. Many strangers surrounded us, smiling as we danced.
"Thank you for
coming," he said.
"You make it hard
for a girl to resist," I said.
around me, my mind fading in and out. I wasn't sure if I were
dreaming or this were real. His strong arms held me protectively as
we danced around the room.
"I have something
I'd like you to see," he said. I followed him up a winding
staircase, passing by many ladies who stared at me with envy. At
the end of the hall he stopped and opened the door. Inside was a
spacious room filled with shades of blues and pink. He closed the
door behind him and disrobed. Walking closer he swept me up into
his arms, twirling me around the room.
"This could all
be yours," Drinyian said.
"Oh, it would be
too much, I am a simple girl," I answered.
"You are mine and
I will do with you as I wish," he replied. Blushing I tried to pull
"You flatter me,
but you are a god and I am just a plain girl with nothing to offer,"
I tried to explain.
furrowed as he held me tight. "I brought you here because it is what
your heart wanted, now it is your turn to give me what I want," he
insisted. I tried to play along, acting out my fantasy for that was
all it was. His fingers unlaced my dress and I felt relief as the
heavy layers fell away. With fury he tore away my undergarments
until I was naked, my sex glistening against the soft light from the
glass windows. With little effort he carried me to the bed where
yards of fabric encased us, shielding us from the rest of the
world. My body felt excited as I lay atop the satin sheets, waiting
for him to undress.
beautiful," he whispered as he nestled in next to my body. Hands
and fingers delved, daring to venture inside places that hadn't been
explored in so very long. I was amazed how he knew just where to
touch me, and what I liked most. Every movement brought me closer
to the brink.
"That feels so
good," I sighed. Further his fingers dared to go, his mouth inching
closer to my mound. Arching my back I offered myself to him, begging
for him. His tongue flickered lightly creating shivers along my
smooth pale skin. He paused a moment to watch my body writhe before
lapping away hungrily at my pulsing clit. Warmth spread across my
face as the room spun, moans and sighs of sheer ecstasy escaping
from my lips
"I beg you
Drinyian, take me," I cried out. It was all becoming too much!
Waves of euphoria rushed from my toes, spilling forth throughout my
whole inner core, sending me closer and closer to the edge. His
hands wrapped around my back and he tossed me over with ease. I
held my ass proudly in the air, awaiting his entrance.
"Do you want me,"
"Yes Drinyian, I
need you inside me," I begged.
"Very well, I
shall consummate our union," he said. Before I could question his
words he drove into me, filling up every inch of my inner folds. I
screamed with pleasure as he thrust inside again and again, his
hands forcefully holding my hips. I could faintly hear him
muttering orders and chanting words, but I quickly became lost in
the surreal moment of it all. His fingers found my clit and rubbed
until I couldn't stand it, I had to release the nectar inside, the
nectar for my god. My thighs trembled as my juices flowed around
his already slick shaft. I couldn't believe such an incredible
fantasy had been fulfilled. The power of my mind was so intense the
spasms continued to rock my body. Faster he plummeted into my
drenched sex, rhythmically pounding into me like an ancient tribal
drum while I met him movements, ramming myself back into him.
Taking my fingers I massaged my clit until I was fully aroused, not
wanting this moment to ever end. Again I came, my body shaking
"Fill me up
Drinyian," I begged. Clenching my inner muscles tightly around his
cock, I felt the beginnings of his climax.
bellowed like an animal as he came, driving further into me with
each spewing thrust. Quickly he laid me onto my back, caressing my
face with gentle strokes.
"My lady, you
have given me such intense pleasure, I thank you," he said.
"I believe it was
mutual," I replied breathlessly.
"Let us dress and
resume the party downstairs shall we? The people are waiting for me
to make an appearance," he said. I stretched and snuggled in closer
to his warm body.
"Can't we just
lie here a little longer?"
"I'm afraid that
my people have waited long enough. I have duties my dear and cannot
simply lie about all day," he said. "Come, dress quickly."
Once we were
downstairs, the music faded and everyone gathered around. Drinyian
and I were handed goblets of wine, which he raised in the air.
"I would like to
make a toast," he announced. I held my goblet up to his.
"A toast to our
engagement," he began and downed a large swig of wine. I dropped
mine, watching the blood stained color splash across the floor.
"This is only
fantasy," I answered nervously, "I couldn't really be with you."
"You think I am
playing a game?" He seethed, aware of the attention I was causing.
"I cannot be your
bride," I reasoned. "This is all in my mind."
"You will silence
yourself now!" he ordered. I did not care that people were looking
at me strangely.
"I am not truly
in love with you, not in that way, this has all just been a
fantasy," I explained. "I cannot stay with you in your world." He
roughly pulled me from the room.
"You my dear are
the one who summoned me. You begged me to bring you into my world,"
he growled through clenched teeth.
"I did not mean
to, not really," I said. Had I really summoned him? I had not
meant to make him real.
"My dear, if you
try to leave, only one of us will suffer," he threatened. My
stomach turned. I still had control here, didn't I? I wanted to
run but I had nowhere to go. How do you escape a fantasy turned
real? He was from centuries ago, not of this time; except, he
brought his time into my home as I brought him to life through my
sketch. He was the unseen force guiding my hand to create such an
impressive piece of art. He used my innocence to come alive.
"Please let me
go," I pleaded, fighting back tears.
"This isn't what
I want." He returned a look that reeked of pity and sarcasm.
"At what point do
you realize this is the only reality you will ever know?" The
question hung in the air like an icicle, cold and sharp. "Your
life is with me or not at all," he interjected.
"Then take my
life, for I wouldn't have one with you," I uttered in a whisper.
"That is your
choosing," he declared and left the room. I watched as dark shadows
loomed towards me. Hands grabbed my arms and dragged me from the
ballroom. I was taken where I was bathed and dressed, prepped like
a lamb for slaughter. Silently I was led into a stone walled room.
The block in the middle of the room was meant for me, a sacrifice
for disobeying his majesty. Drinyian sat upon his throne, grinning
with wild hungry eyes. I would still be his, a victory set in my
own blood. Thrown to the ground, my head was placed along the
block. The last I saw was a heavyset man raising a large club over
his head. I closed my eyes as I felt a sharp pain hit the side of
my skull, everything fading to black.
As I passed the
gold laden antique mirror, I came into a luxurious bedroom, a room I
recognized. In the corner stood the four-poster bed. Rising from
behind the velvet drapes was Drinyian himself. I gasped.
"Ah, I have been
waiting for you," he said smiling.
"You see this is
the only reality you will ever know, you and I will be as one, as
understand, why am I here?"
"I have you where
I want you. I told you there would be no getting away from me, you
are mine and you will bring me an eternity of pleasure," he said.
and sticky ran down the side of my cheek. Reaching up I absently
brushed it away. Looking down I saw my hands covered in blood. I
ran to the mirror, cringing at my grotesque reflection. The side of
my head was bone and cartilage, bleeding heavily as streaks of blood
stained my cracked neck. My twisted fantasy had become an even more
twisted reality. I was dead, inside and out. The reality was, even
though I was dead, I still wished to die. He walked closer to me
his powerful naked body aroused and ready.
"Come my dear,"
Drinyian boomed. "Come find out how delicious death can taste."
Image” — F. Gernier and Marcel K. Bromius
Travis had been
sitting at the bar all night, steadily drinking rum-and-cokes and
looking for some action. It was several hours before dawn, well
past the usual hour he normally left the club, but still nothing
appealing had strolled his way. He was ready to call it a night and
chalk the evening up as another boring interlude between gigs.
Until "he" walked
and stared, his glass hanging midway between the gleaming wooden bar
and his mouth. His lips and tongue were suddenly dry, but the last
swallow of his drink hovered in his glass forgotten, his eyes
drinking in the man instead. It was like staring at himself in the
The man's clothes
were different, of course. Instead of the well-worn leather
sheathing Travis' body, he was an anachronistic study of absolute
black and white: black floor-length opera cape, white ruffled shirt,
ebony tails and shiny leather boots. His garb offset his pale
As he entered the
club, Travis could not help glancing between the strange apparition
gliding towards the bar and the posters of his own heavy-metal rock
band, "The Undead", proudly displayed on the walls all around them.
In the posters, garbed in his stage array, Travis could have been
this man's twin, right down to the antiquated evening wear. Perhaps
the evening would not be so boring after all.
Travis rose and
moved to get a better look at the man, just in time and close enough
behind him to hear the man murmur something to the bartender. He
could not hear the man's question, but the deep syrupy accent was
unmistakable, French, mellifluous melting French which sucked away
all the harsh edges of the English language.
arrived yet, "the bartender replied curtly, avoiding the Frenchman's
eyes as he toweled the glossy dark wood of the counter.
didn’t seem to notice, but the bartender moved away quickly to wait
on the customers at the other end of the bar and did not return.
Travis slid into
the vacant space beside his strange twin, catching the Frenchman's
eerily familiar eyes with his own dark gaze. "But lucky for both of
us, I have,"he said.
smiled slightly. His oddly glittering eyes, so like Travis' own,
raked down Travis' lean body. Those eyes... they almost seemed to
glow, and Travis could feel them touching him. It was as if those
eyes had somehow captured what little light the club offered and
reformed it into an invisible hand which reached beyond the black
leather armor he wore, stroking him somewhere deeper than his flesh.
Despite their dryness, the Frenchman's words did little to dispel
the sudden sultry warmth filling the space between Travis and him.
"I'm Travis, and
he said flatly, but his wide black eyes lingered, groping Travis and
sending soft intimate tingles rushing through the singer's body. The
Frenchman blinked and began to turn away.
out to grasp his arm but stopped intuitively when his strange twin
stiffened an instant before he actually touched him.
"You must at
least tell me your name," Travis demanded.
sipped his Perrier daintily, his pale luminous hand caressing the
glass, but his eyes darkened stubbornly.
A long silent
moment passed between them.
Eyes level and
cool, Travis stared at him and waited impassively.
Frenchman finally whispered.
with the excitement of the small victory. There had been many men
and women in his life but none so inexplicably compelling or
erotically dangerous as this mysterious twin.
Frenchman's gaze, Travis said softly, "Look over there... at the
poster on the wall to the right of the bar."
remained locked, and for a moment Travis thought the Frenchman would
refuse. Then Jean-Marc's eyes dropped and slid obediently to the
right, but a contemptuous smile drooped across his full ashen lips
The poster Travis
referred to, featured a singer who could have been Jean-Marc or
Travis, a painted reflection of either of them hanging in midair,
arms spread wide, surrounded by a floating band whose drumset was
emblazoned with the band's logo-- "The Undead" framed in the open
lid of a glossy black coffin. The singer's ruby red lips were parted
slightly, the glinting tips of sharply pointed canines just visible,
his open hands raised, imploring or defying, eyes dark and hungry.
The image taken as a whole could have been sorrow or rage or anger
or pain, but, whatever it was, it was passionate.
widened slightly as he examined the poster. Travis continued, his
deep voice deliberate. "You could be me up there on the stage. I
mean... we are the same... we look the same, I mean..."
expression softened as he said,” Hush, mon cher, it is only an image
after all. Neither of us really are what we appear to be."
"Mon cher." The
endearment lingered in the air.
"What do I appear
to be to you?" Travis asked.
sparkle returned to Jean-Marc's black stare. "You appear to be many
things to me. Young, intense.... aroused.... “his gaze dropped
pointedly to the broadening bulge straining against Travis' leather
pants, "...but there... “he lifted his gaze and indicated the poster
with a toss of his chin, "...you look like me, a vampire. Are you a
"Of course not. Just because I play a vampire on stage doesn't mean
I'm crazy enough to believe that I am one. Vampires don't really
exist. They're just creatures of myth and fantasy."
ruefully and then turned his dark gaze upon Travis again. "They
exist, and not just in legends and dreams, mon cher," he whispered
and returned to his Perrier.
Travis forced a
laugh from his lips, but Jean-Marc's words reverberated strangely in
his head. "Well, you're not a dream and neither am I. Why don't we
go back to my place?"
to stare at Travis again, his eyes consuming the light around them,
glowing blacker and blacker, concealing his form in the sudden
shadows of the dimming bar. His voice was hollow and strong when he
spoke. "I am waiting for someone. Use your love lines on another,
my pretty one, before I take you up on your offer and you learn what
nightmares truly are."
could turn his thoughts to Jean-Marc's meaning or passing, a
towering shadow shouldered between them.
belonged to a giant man with silver hair who turned directly to
Travis, brooding blue eyes, hard and possessive. "It's time to go,
Jean-Marc," he growled.
chuckled from the shadow behind the giant. "My great brute, you are
deceived. That is my friend Travis, while I am Jean-Marc."
whirled, the buzzed top of his silver mane ruffling in the wake of
his sudden movement. His face was naturally cruel and tight, but
anger knitted an even darker tapestry on his handsome features. His
wintry blue gaze darted from Jean-Marc to Travis then back to
Jean-Marc. The Frenchman chuckled wryly again, and the giant
frowned and stiffened.
"Do not laugh at
me, Jean-Marc, I warn you. I said it is time to go."
The soft laughter
disappeared instantly, and Jean-Marc's eyes burned. "I do what I
like, mon bete. Do not attempt to threaten me." Jean-Marc seemed
suddenly the taller of the two. "Go if you want, I choose to stay
here with my so good friend Travis." He punctuated his intention by
raking Travis possessively with his dark eyes.
A hot flush
rushed through Travis' flesh.
completely, the giant sneered,” You need me."
Jean-Marc spun on
his heels, turning his back to the giant and picked up his glass.
The silver-haired giant trembled, fists clenched, lips tightening as
he strafed Jean-Marc's back with a measuring look. He looked as
though he might pick the Frenchman up bodily and carry him from the
raced faster and his lithe body tensed, ready to intervene if the
confrontation got physical, but, abruptly, the giant turned and
stalked out of the club. Before he vanished though, he turned and
shot a parting glance directly into Travis' eyes, a cold blue look
that promised a future reckoning.
voice reclaimed Travis' attention. "Claud thinks he controls me
sometimes. He becomes, oh so boring, lately with his jealous
possessiveness. You wouldn't be like that would you, mon petit?"
Travis did not
answer the question. "Now we can go to my place. I know what you
Travis' leather clad body with a look that made the singer feel as
though his pants had suddenly shrunken two sizes, Jean-Marc
replied, ”No, it would be a mistake, I think."
The words struck
Travis like a slap, but he was not ready to give up. He reached into
his leather vest and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He felt
Jean-Marc's eyes following the motion of his fingers as he tapped a
Marlboro from the pack. "Afraid Claud would disapprove?” He jeered
as he lit the cigarette.
said gently, reaching out to remove the cigarette from its resting
place between Travis' lips. "I fear for you." Holding Travis' eyes
with his own, he turned the cigarette deftly between his fingers,
pursed his sensuous lips around the filter, and took a long deep
drag. The tip of the cigarette flared bright and hot, but,
Jean-Marc's gaze burned hotter. Travis felt his body ignite beneath
the stare, as though Jean-Marc had bridged the space between them
and brushed his hardening nipples with long slender fingers or
softly stroked the taut layer of leather restraining his sex.
turned away from him and stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray on
the bar; the Frenchman's gaze locked onto the colored bottles lined
against the wall behind the bar and remained there.
Travis' eyes, as
dark as Jean-Marc's own, narrowed dangerously. He was not
accustomed to being dismissed so casually. He stared at his twin's
profile, hungrily, then stretched out one hand. Two long slender
fingers curled firmly around the Frenchman's jaw and slowly turned
Jean-Marc to face him. Travis wanted to look into Jean-Marc's eyes
features were as smooth as stone. He sat, unblinking and cool.
Travis did not
relent. "I will take care of both of us," the singer promised
nothing, searching Travis' face. He smiled, releasing the captive
glow from his eyes and returning it to the club. The whole room
seemed to brighten.
Travis' hand and raised the singer's wrist to his lips and pressed a
gentle kiss to the tender underside. The touch was cool, dry and
very exciting. "Perhaps you will, “he breathed softly, "Alors, let
it be on your neck then."
Travis slid his
hand down Jean-Marc's arm and steered him possessively out of the
was dark and cold. As they entered, Travis switched on the lights.
His home was a veritable shrine to vampires. All the available wall
space was covered by posters; theatre billings of vampire films
alternated with promo posters for ”The Undead". Heavy Victorian
antiques covered almost every foot of the black and burgundy
in the doorway, absent-mindedly handing Travis his cloak as his dark
eyes took in the room and widened slightly. He entered the room
slowly, circled it, stared at each poster as he passed, and finally
stopped at a large dark-stained bookshelf. Books of every size and
age and shape were jammed into it, some hardbound, others softbacks.
Novels, short stories, fiction, history texts, biographies, they all
shared a single common trait-- each and every one was about
vampires. Jean-Marc ran his fingertips over them gently, a thin tiny
smile on his lips, stopping to linger on some of the titles.
collection, mon petit. And your bedroom is... where?"
followed Travis down the short hallway which led to the bedroom.
Travis stopped at
the threshold, turned, and pressed one hand firmly against the white
lace running down the Frenchman's lean chest. "It's better by
Travis left him
for a moment then returned and led Jean-Marc into the bedroom.
is," Jean-Marc quipped and followed Travis into the room.
shimmered and danced, reflected and amplified by a series of
mirrored panels lining the black walls behind the bed. Covering the
rest of the room's black wall space were erotic prints of vampires
caught in the dual acts of feeding and coitus as they shuddered in
the wash from the jumping flames. A round king-sized water bed
with black silk sheets dominated the room, the glow of the candles
casting strange shadows on the golden dragons etched into its ebony
frame. Cold black and white tile covered the floor.
"Well... what do
"The room has
possibilities pour certainment," Jean-Marc said archly, his gaze
settling meaningfully on the bed. He walked across the tiled floor,
his boot steps silent, and sat on the edge of the bed, testing its
buoyancy with a light bounce.
the short space between them quickly, joining the Frenchman on the
bed, sitting with his back to the mirrored wall. Travis' eyes
devoured Jean-Marc, his hand steady and sure as he reached out to
trace the line of the Frenchman's jaw.
Jean-Marc tossed his head and drew back slightly, but Travis'
fingers were insistent and finally he held still as the leather-clad
singer explored the smooth planes and soft hollows of his face.
Jean-Marc's eyes closed, but his hands moved slowly up to his lace
collar and began to unbutton his own shirt.
covered Jean-Marc's and closed over them firmly, pulling them away
from the pearly buttons and placing them at his sides. Jean-Marc's
eyes opened, one dark brow rising, but he didn’t resist when Travis'
hands resumed the task the Frenchman had begun. Jean-Marc's chest
and shoulders, revealed as Travis pushed the frilled shirt and black
waistcoat away, were sinewy and well-defined; his pale nipples
nestled in a thin layer of silky black chest hair.
Travis had not
realized he was staring until his reverie was disturbed by the
feather-light touch of Jean-Marc's fingertips brushing against his
throat and hooking into the collar of his leather muscle shirt. He
blinked as Jean-Marc ripped the shirt from his body, splitting it
from collar to hem with casual ease. Before Travis could be outraged
one of his favorite shirts had been destroyed, Jean-Marc deftly
moved his soft cool lips against the base of Travis' throat and
began to caress him with teeth and tongue.
at his touch, delicious waves of desire flowing through his entire
his way down Travis' throat to his chest, as he grabbed a taut
nipple between his teeth and nibbled. Travis leaned back on his
arms, allowing Jean-Marc full access to his body. Jean-Marc
continued his downward path, tracing Travis' ribs and abdomen before
moving to his lap.
the button from Travis' waistband, caught the zipper skillfully
between his teeth, and pulled it down in one smooth motion. His
tongue wet, his lips descended onto Travis' engorged and throbbing
cock, holding his shaft deep in his mouth, he slid off, and
swallowed him again.
and his back arched, thrusting himself further into Jean-Marc's
mouth. His fingers wound into Jean-Marc's dark silky hair. "Stop,"he
moaned breathlessly, ”Too fast... I want this to last."
slid off Travis' swollen cock and chuckled. "Have no fear, mon
enfant," he murmured, nuzzling the soft skin of Travis' cockhead
with his cheek, “I am no novice in these arts."
swirled against Travis' slit, the moist tip pushing and pulling away
in a fucking motion which left Travis' brain spinning hungrily,
before Jean-Marc took Travis' thick shaft all the way down his
throat. Jean-Marc moved as he inhaled him, maneuvering so he knelt
on the floor between Travis' legs, bobbing expertly on his cock and
driving Travis mad. Travis felt his balls fill, his body stiffen,
and the cum start to rise through him. He knew he could not hold on
much longer when Jean-Marc stopped abruptly and raised his head.
Balanced on his
knees, Jean-Marc lifted one of Travis boots against his bare chest,
kissed the toe, and then reverently drew it off. He repeated this
ritual with the other. "Stand," he said softly.
Travis rose, legs
shaking, cock rigid and erect, glistening with Jean-Marc's saliva
and dripping precum.
his slender hands on Travis hips and slowly drew his pants down his
legs until they were a pile of leather at his ankles. Travis stepped
out of them. The tile was cold against Travis' bare feet, but the
heat of Jean-Marc's dark predatory gaze warmed him. Jean-Marc leaned
forward into Travis' groin, sucking on the singer's heavy balls
while he pumped his cock with one pale hand.
swallowing hard, Travis pushed Jean-Marc away gently, hooking one
finger under the Frenchman's jaw and pulling him to his feet. With
one lifted eyebrow, Jean-Marc questioned the interruption of his
art, but he said nothing, waiting for Travis.
Jean-Marc wait, while he enjoyed the Frenchman's passive patience,
but it was not enough. Jean-Marc's lips were still crooked
slightly, a maddening hint of amusement and arrogance coiled in
their pale thinness that was driving Travis crazy. Travis wanted to
vanquish the superiority, wanted to rob Jean-Marc of his perfect
composure and aristocratic poise, wanted to hear him cry out in
abandoned passion, wanted to see his suave twin as hungry for Travis
as Travis was for him.
Moving closer to
Jean-Marc, Travis placed one hand on each side of the Frenchman's
handsome face and leaned slowly forward to first brush and then
pressed his lips to the Frenchman's pouting mouth. Jean-Marc drew
away again, almost as if in distaste, but Travis did not release
him. Instead he pulled the Frenchman back and began again, softly,
delicately, until the Frenchman submitted to his lips and then to
deepened and Jean-Marc began to respond, pressing his body harder
against Travis. They tasted each other's mouths, teeth, and
tongues. Jean-Marc's hands slipped around Travis' torso and
clutched at his back, while he groaned, and urged Travis on
dropped to Jean-Marc's waist, undoing his pants and freeing the
Frenchman's uncut manhood. Still kissing the Frenchman
passionately, Travis grasped Jean-Marc's flaccid cock and began to
awaken it; stroking and kneading its smooth pale length, feeling it
stiffen and swell beneath his touch.
their kiss long enough to wet the palm of his hand and reapply it to
Jean-Marc's hardening erection. Jean-Marc groaned again, one arm
encircling Travis' throat while the other worked its way down
Travis' body until it dropped to the singer's throbbing cock and
grasped it in a tight fist. It was Travis' turn to gasp and
Travis' lips slid
from Jean-Marc's mouth to his ear, tracing its fine delicate curves
and hollows with the warm moist tip of his tongue, sucking and
biting on the downy lobe.
his head back and cried out, his manhood hardening to a burgeoning
erection while Travis' other hand grabbed a handful of Jean-Marc's
tight buttocks, clutching and releasing the Frenchman's round
muscular ass. Crying out, Jean-Marc's body quivered, and he began
rocking between Travis' hands, with his head thrown back, he thrust
into Travis' hand with his cock, and wiggled his ass towards
Travis' other hand.
his own cock driving him hungrily forward, Travis abandoned
Jean-Marc's ear for his throat, seeking the pulsing beat of life at
the place where his neck and shoulder joined. He felt the artery...
but nothing else, no thudding, hammering, wildly, racing heartbeat
to match his own. Nothing. Startled, he pulled away from
Jean-marc's throat to look at his lover.
was arched, head thrown back, face lined in ecstasy, eyes closed,
and mouth open slightly. Travis eyes widened. Before his eyes, he
saw Jean-Marc's canines, already moist and glistening, impossibly
elongate, gleaming, suddenly sharp and wicked in the candlelight,
reminding Travis of his wishful fantasy.
"Be careful what
you wish for..."
tilted forward slowly, dark eyes opening and locking onto Travis.
"Why do you stop, mon cher? We have only just begun." Jean-Marc
smiled as he spoke but not the alluring magnetic smile that had
warmed Travis earlier. This smile was feral, repelling, revealing
Jean-Marc's ivory white fangs in all their magnificent reality.
Travis could not tear his eyes away from those fangs, paralyzed and
fascinated, frightened and exhilarated.
eyes glowed, and the superior smile returned to his lips as he
placed his hands on Travis' shoulders and began forcing the singer
downward. Travis struggled internally to resist Jean-Marc's will as
the power flowed between them. He suddenly dropped to his knees
snatching a switchblade from his discarded leather pants and popped
the blade into place.
an eyebrow and continued to smile; not sure what was happening.
Travis placed one razor-edge and drew it slowly against his wrist,
careful to avoid the artery, and rose extending his arm out to
Jean-Marc. Jean-Marc's eyes widened and darkened.
Dark, red, blood
welled up from the wound and began to run down Travis' arm, but
before a drop of blood struck the floor, Jean-Marc had dropped to
his own knees beside Travis, licking at the tiny red rivulets that
threatened to stain the black and white tile. He pulled Travis'
bleeding wrist to his lips. Travis shuddered and swayed as a wave
of pleasure ripped through him, but Jean-Marc had a practiced grip
on the singer, supporting him while he sucked greedily at the wound.
strained upwards, straight and hard, throbbing and quivering like a
leashed hound anxious for the chase.
running a hand through Jean-Marc's soft, silky, hair as the vampire
suckled at his wrist. It felt so good, but Travis tried to maintain
control of himself. He couldn’t afford to surrender to the
pleasure; this was his chance, and a heady thrill of power coursed
through him as he watched the vampire kneeling before him.
Who was the
hungrily, groaning and growling; his hips thrust into the air, his
cock jerked and oozed copious amounts of precum. Travis felt his
own orgasm fast approaching, too.
With a hard
resolute shove, Travis pushed Jean-Marc away from his wrist before
the pleasure overwhelmed them both. It was not easy. Travis wanted
desperately to see Jean-Marc out of control and spurting his cum,
but it was not enough.
like an animal deprived of its kill.
breathing heavily but managed to tighten his jaw and say in a
reasonably steady voice, ”There are many kinds of pleasure, and we
will try them all... when I want them."
across the bed and picked up Jean-Marc's lacey shirt, taking it in
both hands, he tore a linen strip from it, and bound his wrist as
The vampire was
strangely quiet as he watched the singer.
Travis rose to
his feet, closed his eyes until the vertigo cleared, then pulled
Jean-Marc onto bed with him. Jean-Marc smiled crookedly, but he did
not resist when Travis pinned him to the satin sheets and began
kissing him once more.
breath was hot in Travis' ear as Travis spread the Frenchman's legs,
muttering soft encouragements and entreaties. Travis' hand stroked
Jean-Marc's engorged dick with one hand even as he raised
Jean-Marc's hips and positioned the head of his cock against the
wrinkled folds of the Frenchman's asshole.
into him. Jean-Marc's cock jumped in Travis' hand and his lips
parted to cry out, gasp and pant. Travis lowered his body onto the
vampire's cool muscled body, pumping into him strongly and
steadily. Jean-Marc's dark eyes, glazed, then closed.
mockingly, and leaned deeper into Jean-Marc, bringing his throat
closer to the vampire's open mouth then stretching it to one side,
baring the taut flesh. "Now, my twin, tell me how much you want me
to fuck you."
his eyes, licked his lips, and then thrust his naked fangs towards
the proffered throat. Travis pulled away.
"Unh uh," Travis
taunted huskily, ”Not until you tell me how much you want me."
at Travis, eyes too unfocussed to try and command him, hungry and
trembling beneath Travis' thrusting body. The amusement and
arrogance had vanished. Jean-Marc begged softly,”Please, Travis, I
want you to fuck me. I want you inside me. Please, I want to
enjoying the moment, then lowered his neck to Jean-Marc's waiting
fangs and whispered, “Come... “while he plunged hard and deep into
Jean-Marc's willing body.
Later, as they
both lay side-by-side on a bear-skin cover Travis had thrown down,
spent and tired, Travis remarked, "I had no idea vampires could
cum. They certainly don't show that in the movies!"
"Why not? Where
there is desire, there is culmination." Jean-Marc responded. "How
does the saying go? Allow me to master you and I will be your
breathed dreamily, one arm wrapped protectively around Jean-Marc.
"We are so alike,
and yet so different. Mirror images. Death and life, but in
passion we are equal. Reversed, yet identical. But life is the
grand mystery, and we are the players, non? “Jean-Marc curled closer
to Travis chest, listening to his strong even heartbeat. He turned
to look up at Travis, his expression turning suddenly serious. "I
could change you... make you as I am," he said softly.
"No," Travis said
firmly. "I mean... not yet. Let me get used to living with a dream
before I become one."
pressed into a playful pout,” You can't live with the dead."
"You didn't feel
so dead a few minutes ago," Travis smiled.
answered his smile with one of his own, one of the bright charming
ones that Travis had begun to adore. "I admire humans." His hand
reached across Travis' body and slowly began to caress Travis
again. "They are achievers, doers, artists. Most vampires do
little more than feed off humanity."
"I am the same,"
Jean-Marc sighed, shaking his black locks so that they hid his eyes.
Travis stared at
Jean-Marc as he lay beside him, running a hand down his cheek, "Now
that I have found you, I don't think I can let Claud have you back."
questioning brow vaulted over lips that pouted, oh so sweetly.
"I will take care
of you, Jean-Marc," Travis vowed again, "But now, my shadow twin, it
is your turn to take care of me."
and laughed darkly, bowing his head, pressing his lips to Travis'
pulse and awakening Travis' blood.
The next night,
Travis was at the club again, sitting alone at the bar, waiting.
The bar was busy for a Thursday night, the air heavy with the smells
of leather, male sweat, and lust. Hungry eyes cruised Travis
repeatedly, but there was a darkness in his expression which went
beyond leather posturing and warned them away, all except Claud. He
strode directly over to Travis.
"You've had your
fun, now where is he?" The silver-headed giant demanded.
"At my place."
Travis replied calmly and lifted a glass of Perrier to his lips.
"Fool! Do you think that you can, keep a vampire?" He growled, his
voice low but rumbling deeply. "You are just a foolish human."
He didn’t intend to surrender his twin to Claud or anyone else.
"How will you
feed him? Off your blood? He will drain you in a matter of days."
Travis smiled a
knowing smile and stared directly into Claud's blue eyes.
vampire can master one such as he."
nothing and took another sip from his glass.
"What? You don't
believe me? He is merely angry at me for keeping him waiting. This
is just another one of his games. He will grow tired of you and
return to me. It is inevitable. Only I know how to truly satisfy
"He has put
himself in my hands, and I have promised to take care of him. I
will see to his needs," Travis said evenly, his gaze steady and
unrelenting, "All of his needs."
again. "You will learn soon enough." He reached into his wallet
and drew out a card. Writing quickly, he handed it to Travis. "Give
him this. It is where he can find me when he decides to return."
Travis took the
card, glanced at it, nodded, and then looked up at Claud. "No
problem, but don't wait up."
the light glinting off his long sharp canines. "I will be waiting,
human. And when he does return, if you're not already dead, I'll
come looking for you." Their eyes met again, locked and held.
Finally, Claud "hmmphed" and stalked away.
took another sip of his Perrier, picked up the gym bag nestled at
his feet, slid away from the bar and followed Claud.
Travis at the door of the apartment.
Travis smiled and
pulled one of several large thermoses from the black gym bag.
What is this?" Jean-Marc asked, taking the container.
"Dinner á la
carte," Travis said softly.
"What is it?"
Drink," Travis urged.
charmingly. He sat down on one of the heavy wing-backed chairs in
the living room and gestured for Travis to sit across from him.
Travis grinned but he didn't sit. Jean-Marc opened the container
and sniffed at the contents, arching one eyebrow at the aroma.
Reverently, he tipped the red liquid to his lips and took a long
slow swallow, eyes closing as he savored the thick richness before
lowering the thermos and setting it on the end table beside him.
"I can't drink
much of this. Vampire blood is potent. It will last for some
time. How did you come by this?"
behind the chair in which the vampire sat, his fingers curling over
Jean-Marc's shoulders and neck, rubbing them gently. "It's bad luck
to question providence."
swiveled in the chair to stare at Travis, eyes dark, saying
nothing. Travis' fingers stopped moving, and, for a moment, they
stood that way, silent, frozen, staring. Then, Jean-Marc turned
back around and arched his shoulders into Travis' touch.
"You are a
dangerous man, Travis," he said finally.
long silence, Jean-Marc continued, waving a hand at the thermos on
the end table. "It is Claud's blood of course... someday you will
have to tell me how you obtained it. The story should be
The blood would not last forever. He would have to get more. The
band was scheduled to go on tour soon and it would help, he knew.
It would make whatever he had to do harder to discover, but he
didn't mind; the prize was worth it. Jean-Marc was his now and he
would not let him go.
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