Free Erotica: BDSM Erotica The Fallen Petals Vampire Shapeshifter Horror (Paranormal Suspense Mystery) by Salem Roth Page A

talent for survival. They were natural predators too. Rosa, although never permitting Karn free reign to hunt, had always supplied him with fresh meat, when he needed it. She loved to look after him; dote on him.
    Nearing the House of Vladimir, she sensed humans, smelled them, heard their pulsating hearts. Her mood abruptly changed from the half drunken state of feeding on the chattel, and the fond feeling she had for Karn, to anger. The purest of rage. Had Rosa not told her children on numerous occasions not to bring their stray pets’ home from the same pound? A whiff told her the fated guests were from college in Inverness. Anger imbedded in her being, born of Rosa’s Spanish heritage, her rage was her passion. Materializing in the Scarlet Parlor, Rosa observed the scene from a corner. She blocked her presence from the four vampires as they played with their food. Just like children.
    Donnie “the dumb”, naked but for a pair of mismatched socks, was pounding the fragile behind of a pale, skinny male from the university. The poor boy's breathless shrieks were absorbed by the absorbed somewhat by the plush walls, ceiling, and floor. Theresa held a hapless female on her back by straddling her between her thighs, making the prey eat her enthusiastic cunt, as Ian pummeled the “V’ junction of her legs; alternating between pumping her pussy for a couple of strokes, and then sinking his cock in her ass as she thrashed. Mai Ling, the petite Eurasian, lay on her back in a “sixty-nine” with another young wannabe. As the poor man-boy licked her pussy with abandon, he did not seem to feel her extended fangs greedily penetrate his penis. Blood poured over her face as she bobbed her head and drank the freely flowing blood. Rosa sniffed the atmosphere: male and female fluids mixed with the sweat, blood, and adrenalin of young lives soon to be ended.
    Rage turned Rosa’s green eyes a blood red, but she checked her impulse to destroy them all then and there. Father had taught her discipline, survival, and well preserved patience. With perfected poise and restraint, she glided from the room. But not before noticing Ian's hesitant gaze that locked on her as she swiftly exited. She wondered vaguely if he felt her ire. She contented herself with the fact that he would now be jumpy. Until he knew he had pleasured her to her standard, that was.
     
     
    At dusk the next night, as her family rose from coffins, the dead bodies of the previous night’s playthings strewn about the Scarlet Parlor, Rosa entered without a sound. She bristled with rage, and her family could easily discern her displeasure. Gliding from one end of the room to the other, she talked gently to them yet again, of the callous attitude they displayed, toward the safety of the family. Rosa informed the four slack jawed vampires that the consequences of their behavior would bring ruin to all of them. She was delivering her concern as a mild mannered parent might, but the furor inside her rose up in her throat like bitter bile.
    “And lastly, I ask you once again to stop bringing students from Inverness. Too many bodies or disappearances will eventually bring attention that we can scarcely afford. The authorities are already looking into the countryside for clues. I counted 46 bodies in Culloden Moor in the last five months. Have you lost what is left of your collective minds? You will stop this imbecilic behavior. Immediately.” She paused; a slow, sly smile curling her the corners of her deep red lips: “There will be no more warnings.”
    The pronouncement was not new, (although the last statement was a first). The young vampires had heard similar admonishments from their mistress several times. The only real consequence was servicing Rosa sexually, to her demandingly high level, and with small amounts of their own blood. However, she had become distant and made them feel used in a way they had not experienced when in good graces. Ian wondered though. He felt,