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Book of the Serpent
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1 through F › Blade (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,313
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Blade series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
God Won't Help You Now
Chapter 2: God Won’t Help You Now
Angela let Deacon take her wrist and lead her through the dancing masses, up a flight of stairs and into a dimly lit corridor. "Your hands are freezing," she mumbled. He let go of her wrist as she walked beside him. “So I hear a little accent, what part of the world are you from, sweetheart?” he asked her. “A tiny little country in eastern Europe that no one’s ever hear of,” answered Angela with a smile. Deacon Frost found that he was smirking despite himself.
They continued to chitchat about all the normal, unimportant things. As they talked, Deacon let his eyes roam over her body, the way her clothes fit her in all the right places, the way her top showed off her ample breasts. No, he wouldn’t kill her, he decided; he would turn her into a vampire instead. He sniffed the air and noticed her blood had a distinct smell, he couldn’t quite describe it but it smelled different. It was almost … sweet, hypnotic, and not the usual coppery scent. This will be interesting...
Angela found herself oddly drawn to Deacon. He was definitely sexy, but there was something different about him, although she could not quite put her finger on what that was. They walked through endless hallways and corridors, each one looking like the other, “It’s like a maze,” thought Angela. She couldn’t even feel the vibrations of the bass music thumping below anymore.
They finally reached a door that Angela guessed was their destination all along. Deacon opened it and let her go ahead of him. Angela did so and saw a very lavishly decorated bedroom, with a wooden four-poster bed decorated with green silk sheets and canopy. There was also an elegant settee in matching colors as well as lamp tables with bedside lamps and candles. She quickly got the picture. “Ahh no, I’m really not that type of girl…” she trailed off when Deacon started to kiss her.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, kissing her intensely while letting his hands glide up and down her back and hips; he was amazed at how she seemed to fit perfectly to his body. Angela closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue play with hers while she moved her hands over his chest and gripped his steely shoulders. Deacon let his kisses trail down to Angela’s throat where he relished in the feel of her blood pumping beneath his lips. Angela felt his hard member press at her stomach. “Wait,” she managed to tell him breathlessly but he brought his mouth back to her swollen lips again and led them to the bed. He pulled off his shirt before pushing her lightly on her back and joining her on the bed.
Deacon straddled Angela and moved his hands to her breasts, cupping them through her shirt before ripping her jacket off and her top apart. Before she had a chance to protest he slid his hands over her breasts, and teased her nipples until they turned hard. He lowered himself down to her level and nipped at her ear, making her shudder with delight. He ran his hands over her belly, reveling in the soft, supple skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered almost inaudibly as his fangs protracted and he lazily dragged them towards her throat. Angela felt something very sharp glide down her neck and looked to see a trail of blood. She let out a gasp and pushed against Deacon’s chest. She saw his fangs glisten with her blood in the dim light.
“What…are you?” she managed to say. “I’m the un-fucking-dead,” he told her, before getting back on top of her and licking at the blood on her neck. Desperate, Angela reached to her right and felt a heavy lamp that she was barely able to grip. With all her strength, she aimed it at Deacon where it connected to his skull with a sickening thud.
Angela let out a small pant before pushing the now unconscious Deacon off her, sprung off the bed, and bolted out the door. She ran with a million thoughts racing through her mind, not knowing neither which direction she came from or which direction she was going. After a few seconds, Deacon sat up, his vision quickly sharpening. He looked down at the bloody lamp and thought it was strange that he felt no pain; instead, he felt a sort of powerful heat running through his veins. Before he knew it, he was on his feet, following Angela’s scent. He stalked after her, his mind and body now completely focused on her. He saw a glimpse of Angela ahead of him, her hair behind her, her breasts bouncing with every step and a sort of primitive urge overtook him. He caught up with her in an almost pathetically short amount of time.
Deacon lunged at her and caught her by her hair. He pulled her back as she screamed from the pain. “God help me,” she yelped, the fear nearly overtaking her. “God won’t help you now,” he told her. While holding her tight against his chest, with her back to him, he started to lick the blood that was still dripping from the nips he gave her earlier. He dragged her back to the room as she struggled against him. “I can’t believe he’s so strong,” she thought.
Deacon Frost pushed her violently against the bed, where her head made contact with the headboard. Incapacitated, she felt Deacon tear off her jeans and panties and watched with blurry vision as he removed his own pants and boxers. He tore the cable out of the lamp that she had struck with him and got on top of her on the bed. He tied her hands together and then tied the cable through a groove in the headboard above her. Deacon positioned himself in front of her and wrapped her legs around him. He looked down at the vision before him: Angela was on her back, breathing quickly, her skin glowing from her run, her hair now untamed. Deacon had trouble keeping himself from ravaging her at the moment, his lust was hardly contained. However, he decided to play with her a little.
He inserted his index finger inside her and marveled at her tightness. Angela sucked in her breath and shut her eyes. She was having trouble keeping control of herself as he was prodding her like that. “Open your eyes,” he ordered her. She slowly opened her eyes and said, “Please…please don’t.” Deacon merely scoffed at her and said, “You know how many women would love to be in your position right now?” He inserted his middle finger inside of her as well and continued pumping until he felt her wetness pool around his fingers.
Angela felt her release was coming but fought against it with every fiber of her being. Just as she was about to come, Deacon quit his fingering and positioned himself at her entrance. Angela looked at his eight-inch cock and once again started fighting at her restraints but to no avail. He slowly inserted his hard-on inside of her. He moaned as he felt her body strain against him. He stopped after a few inches as he felt a barrier. A puzzled expression appeared on his face for a second before he realized she was a virgin. “I think I should send Clara a muffin basket to tell her thank you,” he thought and smiled at his joke.
He looked down at her and she looked away in embarrassment. He chuckled and said, “This’ll hurt.” Angela shrieked as in a swift move, Deacon penetrated her and buried himself in her up to his hilt. At the same time, he dug his fangs completely into her neck. Angela screamed at the dual pain. Deacon continued to suck massive amounts of her blood while thrusting in and out of her. Angela’s vision quickly blurred before she passed out.
…
Angela let Deacon take her wrist and lead her through the dancing masses, up a flight of stairs and into a dimly lit corridor. "Your hands are freezing," she mumbled. He let go of her wrist as she walked beside him. “So I hear a little accent, what part of the world are you from, sweetheart?” he asked her. “A tiny little country in eastern Europe that no one’s ever hear of,” answered Angela with a smile. Deacon Frost found that he was smirking despite himself.
They continued to chitchat about all the normal, unimportant things. As they talked, Deacon let his eyes roam over her body, the way her clothes fit her in all the right places, the way her top showed off her ample breasts. No, he wouldn’t kill her, he decided; he would turn her into a vampire instead. He sniffed the air and noticed her blood had a distinct smell, he couldn’t quite describe it but it smelled different. It was almost … sweet, hypnotic, and not the usual coppery scent. This will be interesting...
Angela found herself oddly drawn to Deacon. He was definitely sexy, but there was something different about him, although she could not quite put her finger on what that was. They walked through endless hallways and corridors, each one looking like the other, “It’s like a maze,” thought Angela. She couldn’t even feel the vibrations of the bass music thumping below anymore.
They finally reached a door that Angela guessed was their destination all along. Deacon opened it and let her go ahead of him. Angela did so and saw a very lavishly decorated bedroom, with a wooden four-poster bed decorated with green silk sheets and canopy. There was also an elegant settee in matching colors as well as lamp tables with bedside lamps and candles. She quickly got the picture. “Ahh no, I’m really not that type of girl…” she trailed off when Deacon started to kiss her.
He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him, kissing her intensely while letting his hands glide up and down her back and hips; he was amazed at how she seemed to fit perfectly to his body. Angela closed her eyes and opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue play with hers while she moved her hands over his chest and gripped his steely shoulders. Deacon let his kisses trail down to Angela’s throat where he relished in the feel of her blood pumping beneath his lips. Angela felt his hard member press at her stomach. “Wait,” she managed to tell him breathlessly but he brought his mouth back to her swollen lips again and led them to the bed. He pulled off his shirt before pushing her lightly on her back and joining her on the bed.
Deacon straddled Angela and moved his hands to her breasts, cupping them through her shirt before ripping her jacket off and her top apart. Before she had a chance to protest he slid his hands over her breasts, and teased her nipples until they turned hard. He lowered himself down to her level and nipped at her ear, making her shudder with delight. He ran his hands over her belly, reveling in the soft, supple skin. “You’re mine,” he whispered almost inaudibly as his fangs protracted and he lazily dragged them towards her throat. Angela felt something very sharp glide down her neck and looked to see a trail of blood. She let out a gasp and pushed against Deacon’s chest. She saw his fangs glisten with her blood in the dim light.
“What…are you?” she managed to say. “I’m the un-fucking-dead,” he told her, before getting back on top of her and licking at the blood on her neck. Desperate, Angela reached to her right and felt a heavy lamp that she was barely able to grip. With all her strength, she aimed it at Deacon where it connected to his skull with a sickening thud.
Angela let out a small pant before pushing the now unconscious Deacon off her, sprung off the bed, and bolted out the door. She ran with a million thoughts racing through her mind, not knowing neither which direction she came from or which direction she was going. After a few seconds, Deacon sat up, his vision quickly sharpening. He looked down at the bloody lamp and thought it was strange that he felt no pain; instead, he felt a sort of powerful heat running through his veins. Before he knew it, he was on his feet, following Angela’s scent. He stalked after her, his mind and body now completely focused on her. He saw a glimpse of Angela ahead of him, her hair behind her, her breasts bouncing with every step and a sort of primitive urge overtook him. He caught up with her in an almost pathetically short amount of time.
Deacon lunged at her and caught her by her hair. He pulled her back as she screamed from the pain. “God help me,” she yelped, the fear nearly overtaking her. “God won’t help you now,” he told her. While holding her tight against his chest, with her back to him, he started to lick the blood that was still dripping from the nips he gave her earlier. He dragged her back to the room as she struggled against him. “I can’t believe he’s so strong,” she thought.
Deacon Frost pushed her violently against the bed, where her head made contact with the headboard. Incapacitated, she felt Deacon tear off her jeans and panties and watched with blurry vision as he removed his own pants and boxers. He tore the cable out of the lamp that she had struck with him and got on top of her on the bed. He tied her hands together and then tied the cable through a groove in the headboard above her. Deacon positioned himself in front of her and wrapped her legs around him. He looked down at the vision before him: Angela was on her back, breathing quickly, her skin glowing from her run, her hair now untamed. Deacon had trouble keeping himself from ravaging her at the moment, his lust was hardly contained. However, he decided to play with her a little.
He inserted his index finger inside her and marveled at her tightness. Angela sucked in her breath and shut her eyes. She was having trouble keeping control of herself as he was prodding her like that. “Open your eyes,” he ordered her. She slowly opened her eyes and said, “Please…please don’t.” Deacon merely scoffed at her and said, “You know how many women would love to be in your position right now?” He inserted his middle finger inside of her as well and continued pumping until he felt her wetness pool around his fingers.
Angela felt her release was coming but fought against it with every fiber of her being. Just as she was about to come, Deacon quit his fingering and positioned himself at her entrance. Angela looked at his eight-inch cock and once again started fighting at her restraints but to no avail. He slowly inserted his hard-on inside of her. He moaned as he felt her body strain against him. He stopped after a few inches as he felt a barrier. A puzzled expression appeared on his face for a second before he realized she was a virgin. “I think I should send Clara a muffin basket to tell her thank you,” he thought and smiled at his joke.
He looked down at her and she looked away in embarrassment. He chuckled and said, “This’ll hurt.” Angela shrieked as in a swift move, Deacon penetrated her and buried himself in her up to his hilt. At the same time, he dug his fangs completely into her neck. Angela screamed at the dual pain. Deacon continued to suck massive amounts of her blood while thrusting in and out of her. Angela’s vision quickly blurred before she passed out.
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