Chapter Twelve

Hope only moaned and squeezed his cock.

She is so much like Mary. A slut that teases men. If she hadn't been walking down the road, I would never be sinning. This is all her fault. That's all those whores at my parish do—tease men into sin.

"Pull it out," he growled. "Suck my cock like the fucking slut you are."

"Yes, Father," moaned Hope.

Father Augustine groaned as Hope lifted up his cassock. His cock throbbed in his boxers. Her hand rubbed at them as she leaned over, trapping his hand between her thighs. The priest leaned back in his seat, trembling in anticipation of the girl's mouth on his cock.

"That's it, slut," he growled as her fingers pulled down the waistband of his boxers. His dick popped out, waving before her lips.

"Such a bad priest," Hope purred. "You should be a shamed of yourself, making a sweet, innocent girl suck your cock."

"You are no innocent," Father Augustine growled, shoving his fingers deeper inside her cunt. "You are a wanton whore tempting me into sin. Now suck it!"

"Yes, Father."

Hope's swallowed his dick, her pussy clenching down on his fingers. The priest groaned as her ripe mouth sucked on his cock. Her lips sealed tightly shut as she worked her mouth up and down his shaft.

His balls throbbed. "Sinful whore."

His left hand ran through her blonde curls as his right hand worked fingers in and out of her juicy twat. She moaned around his dick, vibrating the tip. His balls throbbed. His excitement swelled in him. The older man growled as his hands tightened in her golden hair.

"Suck it," Father Augustine growled, forcing her head lower and lower on his cock.

His fingers worked faster and faster into her depths. She squirmed on the seat, humping against his hand and rubbing her hard clit on the heel of his palm. Her mouth sucked harder as her pleasure swelled through her.

"You all are sluts," he growled. "Terrible, wicked sluts tempting men with your whorish bodies."

Father Augustine shuddered as her lips sealed about the tip of his cock as they slid up and down his shaft. Her tongue twirled around the sensitive crown before her mouth slid back down his shaft. His balls tightened.

"You're a sinful Jezebel," he snarled. "A Temptress. A Whore."

His hand forced her head down his cock. She struggled as his dick brushed the back of her throat. He had watched many whores in porn deep-throat. It was time for Hope to do the same. The little slut's deep-throated before. The way she sucks my cock proves it. She's a whore.

Father Augustine's cock forced down her throat. Her pussy convulsed about his fingers. Her throat hummed around his dick. Father Augustine's hips bucked up, thrusting his cock all the way down her throat.

His balls tightened.

The priest came down her throat. "Praise the Lord!"

Abigail D'Angelo dragged her husband Damien across their bedroom floor. His corpse was pale, almost all the blood drained out of him. His intoxicating, coppery blood still stained her lips and lingered in her mouth. She let go of his corpse as she walked to the closet to fetch the manacles and tools while his seed dripped down her thighs.

That was how a human was turned into a vampire. At the moment of their orgasm they had to be fed upon. Abigail's body still burned with the ecstasy of her husband's cum flooding her pussy as his blood flooded her mouth.

The vampiress wanted to cuddle with his corpse and hold him while he changed. She wanted to be in his arms and welcome him into his new life. All night, as she texted with him, she ached for that moment.

But her Sire had other plans for Damien.

"Sorry," she whispered to her dead husband. She had felt a momentary pang of guilt right before she killed him, but she couldn't stop her bloodlust or her drive to obey her Sire.

She hefted pulled over the nightstand and easily balanced on it. She swiped the stud finder across the wall and marked their positions. Then she grabbed the heavy, metal bracket with a eyelet welded to the front. It was rated to support five tons, more than strong enough to restrain her husband.

The power drill whined as she drilled the pilot holes. With her enhanced strength and reflexes, she had no problem drilling them perfectly. Then she grabbed the bracket and the bolts and, with a wrench, bolted the plate to the wall. She picked up the torque wrench and perfectly tightened them.

Damien would never escape.