Staking the Vampire (Vampire Sex Detective Stories)
Massie Hoffman is a detective who specializes in the undead. But this time, it’s personal!
Hot on the heels of a mysterious man known only as Jagger, Massie’s investigation leads her to Raul, an alluring vampire whose heart contains many secrets. Massie will stop at nothing to find the answers she seeks. Raul is used to feeding on humans, but tonight…
He’ll be the one being drained! More
Massie Hoffman is a detective who specializes in cases involving the undead. But this time, it’s personal!
Hot on the heels of a mysterious man known only as Jagger, Massie’s investigation leads her to Raul, an alluring vampire whose heart contains many secrets. Though the fiend plays hard to get, Massie will stop at nothing to find the answers she seeks. Raul is used to feeding on humans, but tonight…
He’ll be the one being drained!
Warning: This 5400 word F/m story contains female domination, graphic sex, anal sex, vampire submission, oral sex, rainy nights, PVC miniskirts, undead pegging, and a giant silver dildo. Read in public at your own risk!
“As you may have guessed, I’ve dealt with a few vampires before,” she said, her voice even despite her growing excitement and anticipation. “My line of work brings me into frequent… contact… with your types.” He stayed silent, and she continued. “I like to be prepared for any situation.”
“I’m telling you, I don’t know anything.” His shoulder muscles rippled as he tested the ropes, his large hands tied together and resting above his perfectly-sculpted ass.
She licked her red lips and held her hand out, running her fingers through his hair. It was dark and thick, just like Jagger’s. Slowly, she walked around until she stood before him, letting him regard her.
Raul’s eyes widened. Holy shit.
She had discarded her jacket and miniskirt, and was now completely naked. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders, framing her petite breasts. Her dark brown nipples, hard and firm, jutted upwards and outwards. Her body was athletic, powerful. Her stomach was taut and muscular. But what drew his attention the most was what she was holding.
“No way,” he said, eyes wide and jaw slack. His expression was one of shock and awe.
Strapped below her waist was an enormous silver dildo.
“You like it? I call it Quicksilver.” She was smiling, clearly relishing the expression on his face. She moved her graceful arm back and forth, stroking her cock lazily, her sophisticated and manicured fingers handling the shaft with a practiced ease. It was molded in the shape of a real penis, with veins, ridges, and a large, menacing head. “One-hundred-percent Transylvanian silver. Custom-made.” She held it at the base, pointing it towards him ominously, brandishing it like the weapon it was. “Suck it,” she told him.