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  "I see," said Caim, "But, still, among the fallen brood, were my wives, Lucienne and Catherine."

  He turned to look at Claire hungrily and continued, "Perhaps some sport would be a well deserved recompense, Master..?"

  The vampire lord looked down at Claire and shrugged, saying, "If you wish. But I will not countenance any lasting damage. The woman is possessed of a singular talent, a vision that reveals the Seraph, whether we will it or no."

  Caim's eyes widened upon hearing that last phrase, but that did not stop him from advancing upon her.

  "No, wait," she shouted, "This can't be happening. None of this is real."

  Claire got shakily to her feet and jabbed a finger toward young man, and said, "You are not real."

  In answer, his lips peeled back in a wide smile revealing long gleaming canines.

  "Oh, but that is where you are so wrong," he said and with a blindingly fast movement, his hands had locked onto her forearms and held her fast.

  The vampires surrounding them slipped from the shadows and Claire felt cold air surround her. Their faces were leering masks, bone white in the darkness.

  The vampire lord Kabiel turned his back upon them, his hands clasped behind him, then Claire heard his voice drifting back to her.

  "We are not beings one finds only in cinema or books, dear Claire. A lesson that you are about to learn, I think. And in the next few minutes, think about where your allegiance should lie...."

  Cold hands seized her ankles and took her by her wrists, then the vampires lifted her up into the air, stretching her limbs in four directions that threatened to wrench her bones out of their sockets.

  She felt the flimsy pajamas that the nurses had found for her stripped away, and then the one named Caim stepped between her legs, looking down at her.

  His eyes held her, dark and seductive, and it felt to Claire as though she fell down into a deep well. She was no longer aware of the terrible pain, stretched apart as she was in undead hands. She saw only the darkness of Caim's eyes, sucking her in, promising comfort in oblivion, peace in the nothingness of his gaze.

  He ran his hands across her flat stomach, circling lazily about her navel. Her nipples swelled, the aureolas crinkling in tight, while Claire slipped into the deep waters of the vampire's glamour. Her body calmed and she made no sound as Caim's hands continued to stroke across her pelvis while the organs cradled between Claire's hips responded.

  In a hot rush, her period began to run, thick and bloody. It was too soon, her menstrual cycle always falling like clockwork, but there was no significance for Claire, her thoughts lulled into somnolence.

  Caim grinned as he reached down to slicken his fingers between her nether lips. Then the vampire took his time as he brought his hand to his mouth, slowly licking up the blood clinging to his digits.

  With a satisfied sigh, he dropped his head down, his eyes breaking contact with those of Claire. She felt the disconnect, but a deep languor held her and it was with complete apathy that she felt the vampire's fangs sink deeply into the soft flesh of her pussy.

  His tongue invaded her, slipping inside her and it was then that Claire's body began to respond while her mind remained quiet. Her hips lifted up, as if inviting the vampire to the feast and his tongue lapped at the blood flowing from her.

  There was the sense of being sucked down and Claire felt a wave of dizziness, followed by her heart fluttering then pounding as if in a panic that remained unconnected to her mind. She understood that she should have been alarmed, terrified even, but all that she knew was a building pleasure as the vampire pulled at her with his mouth, drawing deeply upon her.

  She sighed and felt her eyes drift closed. Suddenly, an image blazed behind her eyelids, an image of monsters trapping her and drawing the life out of her. It felt as though her eyes were burning in their sockets as they flew wide, Claire's mind fully reawakened to her peril.

  Her scream rent the night air, seeing the vampires holding her fast while the one named Caim remained fastened onto her crotch. Pleasure rolled through her in deep undulating waves at the same time that sick horror shrieked from the core of her being.

  Despite her only desire being one of escape, Claire's body began to arch upward. Her spine strained as the muscles of her thighs tightened, a delicious tension winding in tight at her pussy. Caim's preternatural tongue fluttered between her lips, then returned to slip deep, deep inside while the blood continued to flow.

  Low muscles in her abdomen trembled and Claire's stomach fluttered with panic. She was sickened in the knowledge that an orgasm was about to take her, while her life was being drawn out of her.

  There were strange sounds slipping from between her lips, a rhythmic grunt even as her vision flared to over saturated white. Then, a large hand wrapped about the neck of the vampire between her legs.

  "I said no lasting damage," intoned the vampire lord as he pulled Caim back from Claire then flung him to the side like a doll.

  There were snarls of disappointment as cold hands lowered Claire to the stony ground. The exquisite tension, wound like a clock spring, continued on an on, while her heart pounded like a galloping horse.

  The vampire lord looked down upon her while she writhed and twisted on the ground. She was poised upon the precipice of release, but the cord that held her back would not break. Claire trembled upon the brink of an orgasm that would not come.

  Kabiel bent down and gathered her up in his arms. His touch was like fire upon her body and she moaned and squirmed, wanting only to ride him, to feel him thrust himself inside her and scratch the maddening itch that Caim had awakened within her.

  The fallen angel gathered himself and then Claire felt them take to the air once more, his great wings forcing them straight upwards.

  "You must forgive them, Claire. My brood has been sorely tested this night and I fear their enthusiasm to welcome you was somewhat excessive," he said.

  Claire tried to shift in his arms, desiring to trap him between her legs so that she might rub against his finely tailored suit. But, before she could manage anything, she felt them descend quickly to the top of the tower that had dominated the courtyard from so far below.

  "Here you will be in relative security. I go to survey the damage the Messenger has visited upon us and, in the meantime, I do not trust the others as famished as they are. While not particularly hospitable, the tower remains beyond their reach, so it will serve during my absence."

  Claire barely listened to him, only tracking him vacantly as he lifted back up in to the air and disappeared into the night.

  She shuddered, then brought both her hands to her crotch, desperate to tip herself over the edge of passion, but her touch yielded no real pleasure. It was as though her cunt had been enlivened to feel only vampiric flesh, awakened to a heightened awareness that her dull human fingers could do nothing to assuage.

  Curling into a ball, her arms wrapped about her knees, Claire tried to calm herself when from the shadows she heard a voice.

  "He does this to taunt me."

  The voice was a deep baritone. It could have been the words of mountains, should they ever desire to put voice to their ancient secrets. Claire heard antiquity in its sound, but more than this, the flame burning between her legs flared up in response with renewed heat.

  She uncurled her body and half crawled forward, desperately afraid, yet helpless in her need for that voice and the potential for release that it held.

  In a corner, his massive legs and arms chained with heavy links that had been driven into the thick tower walls, was the statue of a giant.

  She saw no movement as she moved forward, but the voice could have come from nowhere else. The sculpture was enormous with every detail rendered in loving detail. Long, aquiline nose, to rippling abdominals, it was a work of art of the highest order. Claire traced those heavy arms with her eyes, peering into the deeper shadows of the corner, appalled that desire drew her to it as to a lover's touch.

  And, then, the scu
lpture moved. It sighed deeply and Claire shrieked while her blood boiled for the thing to take her, to wrap its giant's arms around her and crush the life from her while she came and came in an orgasm without end.

  Her scream trailed away into a husky moan, then she whispered to herself, "What is happening to me?"

  A deep voice answered her and said, "It is the vampire's kiss, human. I see Caim's foul hand in this and his power is particularly virulent.

  "Nothing can save you now. The contagion is absolute and will consume you until you are powerless to resist. In time, you will become like him, a blood drinker, or worse, a mindless puppet trailing behind him, desperate and weak willed.

  "You are lost."

  The finality of the statue's words struck home and Claire felt her raging lust dim slightly, just enough to respond with a coherent thought.

  "No, that's not right. My guardian angel will come. I know he will and when he does, everything will be alright."

  The statue moved then, shrugging its large shoulders, then said, "It is true that Malakh has left his mark upon you as well. But, do not be fooled, human. The Messenger is relentless in his task and all that he does is to that end. You have some part to play in the eternal justice that is his to wield. There is nothing more to it, I am certain."

  Claire felt anger bloom, as she said, "No, you're wrong. He's not like that."

  She wanted to be able to say something more concrete, something very clear and not sound like an unhappy child, except that was just what she felt like. A child lost in the darkness, hoping only for the light to come.

  "No...it is you who are deceived. Malakh has ever been single minded in his purpose. That you have some part to play in this is clear. And, further, it is my guess that Kabiel has fallen into a trap, although just what kind remains hidden from me."

  The sound of his words rippled across Claire's skin and she realized that all she wanted was for him to continue. That his words prickled her flesh into goosebumps, her nipples rising taut in the night air, or that her nakedness had escaped her attention, all of it was meaningless. She only wanted to hear the bass notes of his voice as her hips swiveled and her pussy grew slick, this time with her juices and not blood.

  She managed to find her voice once more as she said, "And you, are you one of them? A vampire?"

  He lifted his exquisitely handsome face and peered at her with his colorless statue eyes.

  "Yes. But more than this, I am Nephilim. A firstborn of the Seraph wed to women before falling entirely into folly and embracing the mundane world.

  "Kabiel is my maker and father. He is also my jailer and torturer..." His great voice trailed off as he appeared to take in Claire's nudity, his blank eyes sweeping across her curves.

  She watched as he shifted his massive thighs, the limbs of a colossus making the thick chains clink in the absolute silence of the tower top.

  Claire saw his erection lifting into view. And it was the cock of a giant, as thick and as long as her thigh. He was uncut and she shivered with fear and desire as the gleaming head slipped out of its sheath, like porcelain, but with heavy veins tracing their paths along its length.

  Lust blazed in her heart, in her core, burning away all reason as with a low groan, she went to the being and dropped to her knees before him.

  He sighed once more with his cavernous tone and said, "You see. Even now, Kabiel taunts me with your presence, daring me to break my fast."

  Claire did not care about the meaning of his words. Instead, she stretched her trembling hands out to take his massive cock in them, and felt it flex in her grasp.

  The giant let out his own groan and his face contorted in what Claire could not be sure was a smile, but more of a grimace, but in either case revealing bright teeth with long fangs that appeared capable of the worst evils.

  She dropped her mouth down to the enormous penis in her hands and began to lick it up and down, wishing with her most profound desire that she could take it into her mouth, to feel him slide across her tongue.

  "My will to resist erodes, woman. We must assuage your thirst before I yield to my own."

  Claire felt his great body shift, then vibrate with a high pitched hum. Despite the lust that blurred all that she saw, Claire was stunned to see and feel the creature's body become denser, more concentrated. The cock in her hands remained just as rigid, yet its thickness and length shrank to more human proportions. His entire body resonated and then fell still with his stature become that of a very large man, but one that Claire remarked with relief was far more manageable.

  With the growl of a savage, she engulfed him with her mouth, slurping him down before sliding his shaft back out to encircle the head with her tongue.

  Her pussy ached; her entire body ached for him and his magnificent tool.

  "It has been such a long time," she heard him murmur, his thick chains holding him. Whatever force allowed him to change his form did not seem capable of freeing him. The thick manacles encircling his wrists had followed his transformation, imprisoning him still.

  She paid no attention to his words, taking his cock between her breasts, squeezing it between them while her hands went to her nipples, pinching them hard. Claire could feel wetness beginning to roll down the insides of her thighs. Never in all her life had she been so turned on, so desperate for penetration.

  The being in a man's form moved under her, his arms reaching for her, perhaps to stroke her hair, or perhaps to seize her in his powerful hands and hold her while he drank his fill. But, the chains snapped tight, pulling him up short and Claire thrilled to the idea that in his present state, she could have her will.

  As quick as a striking adder, she stood up and straddled his torso before plunging down to take him deep inside her. His voice and that of Claire mingled in synchronized pleasure as his rigid cock went deep. She lifted up, bucking like a wild horse, before slamming down to grind her pelvis tight against his.

  Their eyes met in their contortions, his wide yet oddly blank, hers with pupils dilated to maximum as pleasure rolled through her in waves.

  She rode him, bumping and grinding, then pressed her hands against his chest. His flesh was yielding but as he shifted with Claire, she could feel thick muscle ripple and move under his silky smooth skin.

  The vampire answered her movements with his own thrusts, limited though they were. His movements were short, but powerful, and Claire took advantage of his entire length until she felt the terrible clock spring of her passion wind to the point of breaking.

  Her breathing had become rapid, panting, and when she felt herself tighten in hard, her legs trembling, Claire was seized by a singular desire. She flipped her hair back from her face and leaned in to the vampire's mouth, her throat bared.

  Her orgasm teetered on the brink as she watched those blank orbs swivel and focus upon the flesh she offered up, upon the wellspring she so desperately wished to provide.

  He leaned forward to press his lips to her proffered throat and Claire felt her climax lifting up with the promise of fangs about to break her flesh.

  She came as she felt his teeth upon her skin, gliding along, searching for a thick, pulsing artery ripe for plunder. Her muscles rolled and clenched, then did it again and again as she strained toward his open mouth.

  Her climax pounded through her, a great hammer heaving upon the spike of his cock, yet those shining fangs did not pierce her skin. Instead, the vampire closed his mouth around his deadly teeth as his member went even more rigid. Claire felt him quiver under her and then with a growl, he blew into her, his shaft jerking into her, spraying heat into her deepest places.

  The effect was immediate. His body still quivered and shook as Claire's mind calmed and her reeling senses seesawed back from bestial savagery to the calm eye of the whirlwind.

  She stood up, his penis slipping from her with a feeling of bitter regret. She had been made a wild, maddened toy to these monsters and there seemed to be no aid ready to descend from the heavens. Claire looked
up at the dark sky, then down to chained vampire at her feet, never feeling so alone.

  The blindness that she had known most of her life had been preferable.

  His deep voice interrupted Claire's reverie.

  "I understand your dismay. Caim has poisoned you with his kiss and you shall ever hunger for it, the desire overwhelming you beyond all other concerns. It is insidious and my spent passion will feed it for only a short while before you succumb once more to its needs."

  Claire nodded, then sank to her haunches before sitting down on the cold stone floor, drawing her knees up and encircling them with her arms.

  Silent tears flowed then as she prayed to wake up. But the nightmare was endless and in time she managed to think of the one before her.

  "That guy. The one in the expensive suit. He's your father, but he put you up here to die? I mean, that's what happens, I guess, when vampires are forced out into daylight...right?"

  The white marble face turned up, toward the stars, before looking toward Claire and said, "The ones down below...they would succumb to the immolation of the morning sun. But I am more than them, even if I am one of them.

  "Demonstrate this vision of which I heard Kabiel speak. Look at me with it and tell me what you see. Then, I will answer all questions you wish to put to me."

  And because there seemed to be no other choice, Claire looked closely at him, then resolutely closed her eyes.

  In that instant, for the briefest of moments, she saw a golden flare that winked out so quickly she could have been mistaken. But what she saw next, behind closed eyelids, eclipsed this last thought.

  Before her was an enormous man, muscled like a pagan god and all around him raged the same black fire that she had seen surrounding the dark angel that had spirited her away from her hospital room.

  He was beautiful in a way that made her heart ache. This was a god before her and his gaze skewered her soul.

  But where he differed from the dark angel, it was in that he possessed no wings...only the dark fire that licked about him in a black penumbra that somehow made the night seem a bright day in comparison.