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it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed. Now,
you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed.
You can just go ahead and put your earbuds in
close your eyes and surrender to the pleasure of my voice.
This week we're going to be doing a little dark,
paranormal erotic story. So when you're ready, just go ahead
and take a deep breath, hold it for a moment,
and then release it with a sign, letting go of
any tension, any stress. For the next thirty minutes or so,
it's just you in my voice. This is your time,
your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction. As
you listened to Entwined in Blood, Andrew surveyed the skyline
of the city as his hands grasped at the railing
of the balcony. He could still remember the first day
he arrived here, when there were no bride lights, no skyscrapers,
no cars, and the million plus population have been a
scarce twenty five thousand. Things have been so much easier
than Life was brutal and typically short for someone like him.
He could go unnoticed with ease, but now he had
to explain his wealth was one of her bitches, being
paid just to poke around into his finances, his assys,
and to investigate every suspicious death. Life was much tougher now,
despite the growing numbers of people like tonight. He had
better things to do than talk to this bloody cop.
Who the hell was she? Like a predator looking for
a fresh kill. She'd been stalking him for weeks, prying
into every aspect of his life, and all because one
little pedophile happened to die. He could smell her hunger.
His grip tightened on the railing. Not tonight, tonight. He
had to appear normal, He had to appear human. He
could no longer dispense with the annoying gnats of humanity
as he wanted. The gentle rumble of traffic forty two
stories below irritated his senses. Things had been so much quieter. Yes,
you had the screams of people as they met a
brutal end, the endless bar fights. Now the noises were
the metal boxes on wheels, another thing that made his
life just more difficult. Though entirely unneeded and unwanted, he
none the less had one. It would look out of
place not to but he didn't need it, and only
used it when he might be seen traveling. One nights
like this, when it was moonless, when dark shrouded every corner,
he had absolutely no need for the preposterous metal coffin
on wheels. These humans had spilled out over the land
like a virus. They had destroyed so much, and yet
sought to punish anything that destroyed them, anything that was different.
They were arrogant, they were self centered. They were food.
Turning from the glare of the city, Andrew returned to
his penthouse. One advantage of this modern world had been
the homes. Gone with the dusty cellars and damp ridden castles.
The penthouse was spotlessly clean and comfortable, one such luxury
he had learned to enjoy over the years. His shoes
echoed through the quiet penthouse, sweet as he walked over
the hardwood floor, standing for a moment in front of
the log fire that did little to warm him. Like
most things in his existence, an a meager warmth was transient,
made them more so by time, meaning nothing to him.
What were a few minutes when you already had been
on this wretched planet for over six hundred years. The
flames reflected in his black eyes, memories rising behind them,
Memories of those years in your Orleans, when the air
had stank of the burning bodies of his brethren. Without thinking,
Andrew rubbed a wide scar on his arms, the humans
had known back then, they had understood and for years
had learned to live alongside his kind. But then the
churches came, the religion that deemed his kind evil. Forgotten
were the agreements, the promises. Forgotten was the protection of
the population as a whole. They started worrying about the
few and forgot the many. A few lives were saved
every year, but hundreds more were lost to wars and
battles that had been so much better than they were
in charge. Shaking his head, this was not the night
for morning those he had lost. This was the night
for putting this curse behind him for once and for all.
This curse that was detective of Jennifer Hopkins, the name
that caused him to WinCE at a betrayal that had
happened centuries ago. Friends comrades who had sold them down
the river at the first opportunity. His kind had given
them the ultimate gift, a timeless existence, for their loyalty,
and they were repaid with the unending fires that destroyed
all but Andrew alone for the rest of time because
of the betrayal of this blood, Pulling the cuff of
his shirt sleeve tight and straightening his cufflings, he regained
his composure. He hated this woman with the passion he
hadn't felt in years. Her hard headed arrogance, her belligerence
to all that had gone before, that fire in her eyes,
the gentle curve of her breast, a silky skin on
her neck that was so inviting. It had been so
many years since he had tasted a woman fully to
drink of all her life. Vesss. Modern life had certainly
fucked up that for him, not a single virginal sacrifice
in over three hundred years. The phone rang with a
single tone. She was downstairs. Time for him to drip charisma.
Picking up the receiver of the voice of the elderly
concierge echoed Detective Hopkins, to see you, sir. She says,
she has an appointment. Very good, I'm expecting her. Send
her up. Positioning himself opposite the elevator doors, his body
set in a way that was meant to be imposing,
and throw a rough guard. The door slid open, and
for the first time in three hundred years, Andrew looked
into the familiar gaze of a Hopkins soul. With a
ghost of a smile, he gestured her to come inside,
Detective Hopkins, A pleasure. I have heard so much about you.
Please come in, make yourself at home. Mister Strooy, thank
you for seeing me. There is much we need to
talk about. Andrew stood in the doorway of his home,
his eyes fixated on the woman from his past, the
woman he'd once been promised to, the woman he'd hated
for three hundred years, the woman he'd once loved. Can
I offer you a drink? Wine, water, tea, he asked,
his mind adding poison acid. I'm fine, she said, taking
a seat on the corner sofa. How can I help you?
His voice stripped forced cheeriness. There was an unfortunate death
recently of a one Liam Charter, a very bloody, gruesome death.
I wonder if you had heard about it, her eyes
narrowing as she spoke, Well, yes, I've seen it on
the news. Very sad affair. I believe he was a pedophile,
that's all I know. I'm afraid his voice, full of
what he hoped, sounded like sadness. He was a pedophile,
it's true, but he was also about to give evidence
against a child trafficking ring. Unfortunately, he died before he
could get the case to court, but he didn't die
at the scene. What we held back was that he
died three hours later. We were able to keep him
alive with the blood supply, as his body had almost
entirely drained of blood. Shocking, Andrew said, his voice, having
no need to pretend, as he was definitely surprised. He
had felt his life pulse drift to nothing. He had
watched the man die, He had drained him completely. How
could this be? It was lucky because he managed to
give us some information about his attacker. Have you ever
heard the word dragaru, mister Stregoy, I've not heard it
from any one's lips but my own in over three
hundred years. We don't need to mention that, Andrew thought
to himself. No, what does it mean, he asked, wondering
if she knew, could she remember? It means we're a
awful vampire, a man who changes himself and drinks blood,
she said, in a cold, matter of fact kind of way. Interestingly,
it hasn't really been used in a few hundred years,
apart from in the Voodoo communities of Louisiana. So he
was part of a voodoo community as well as being
a pedophile I'm sorry, but the man probably deserved to die,
he said, his gaze holding her is a long minute,
the air crackling with the hatred burning between them. I
still don't understand how I can help you, Officer. Let's
be honest. I don't give a fuck about the perverb,
she said, her voice level and hard with anger. I
have looked for you for over three hundred years after
you deserted me, left me halfway through our ceremony, when
your family sold us out to further your own interests.
I was the only one that survived that night, and
that's only because the mob you sent didn't see me
as I hid in the crypt. Before she knew it,
his hand was grasping her throat with his long, strong fingers,
holding her face absolutely still, as a flaming heat in
his eyes bored into her soul. It took every bit
of strength he had not to sink his teeth into
her lovely neck and drain every ounce of blood from
her body. Don't lie to me. When will you learn
I can see your lies? His face rigid with anger,
his tear teeth flashing brilliant white between his grimacing lips,
his teeth flashing brilliant white between his grimacing lips. All
of my brethren were butchered that night. The smell of
their burning flesh still haunts my dreams. You will pay
for their suffering tonight now. Jennifer gasped desperately for breath
as his grip tightened. Frantically, she reached into her pocket,
removing the bottle. She fumbled it as she struggled to
remove the lid. Panic flooded through her body as she
felt the veil of unconsciousness moving over her mind, her
eyes closing, she weakly managed to drop some of the
clear content over Andrew's hand. His skin seared as soon
as the clear liquid made contact. Gently smoldering, fucking hell woman,
he screamed in agony, that's two of those scars your
fucking family have given me, and it will be the last,
lashing out with his hand, the back of it hitting
her hard across the jaw, sending her reeling backward, nursing
his still smoldering hand. The rage of anger moved through
his body as he stalked Jenny across the room. It
had been so long since he'd fought like this, centuries,
The adrenaline coursing through his veins of blood less, stronger
than ever before, filling his body with needy desire for
the first time in years. His tailored pants stretched with
his growing erection, pulling a crucifix out of the pocket
and holding it steady in front of him, forcing him
to keep away the repulsion of the church and all
it had done to his family, filling his mind sentries
of reluctance of even approaching a church, keeping him where
he was. Drop the crucifix, Detective Hopkins, it's only annoying me,
he said, in a slow, deliberate tone. Jenny shook her head,
refusing his command, still panting from his attack. He gasped
to get her breathing back to normal. Andrew's eyes drifted
from the crucifix, watching the rising of her breast as
she panted, her reck nipples just underneath her shirt, and
true the vision of blood lust, that vein of pure
hot passion that ran from her neck through her breast,
her stomach, and the pulsing heat that only he could
see burning between her thighs. Entranced by the heat of
her desire, his own lust grow his cock painfully hard
with sentries of pent up need, without realizing it, Andrew
growled low and hard, a soundful of animal desire, of lust,
of need. Suddenly aware that her eyes were no longer
on his face, but somewhere much lower. Andrew grinned at
the wildfire growing between her legs, the way her tongue
caressed her lips, that lust that filled her mind. Forcing
her eyes back to his face, she casted, you deserted
me on our day, our night, you bastard. You'd left
me cursed, neither one or the other. I was left
existing between both worlds. Your family sold us out. I've
seen the paperwork. Your family told the church exactly what
was happening in exchange for our land, he said, taking
a step forward, forcing her backwards. We never got any land.
We were all butchered that night, apart from me. Tears
welling in her eyes at the memory that never faded,
never left her mind. Another stepped forward, Jenny took a
step back, her back forced against the glass doors of
the patio. That's not what the paperwork said. Whether they
betrayed you or not, your family's intention was to sell
us out that night, his eyes hungrily caressing every curve
of her body. Memories of that night flooding back. She
was the only human he considered worthwhile back then, the
only woman he had wanted to share his fate with.
I don't know anything about that. We were going to
be forever and twine that night. If they sold you out,
they would have sold me out as well. So it
doesn't make sense, she whispered, a single tear drifting down
her cheek at the memory of that night. How all
her dreams were lost in a matter of hours. He
was everything she had wanted, and it was taken from her,
her future gone, as she was left to roam the
earth alone. Another stepped forward centuries of lust, of sexual desire.
Overcoming the reluctance created by a simple crucifix. Reaching up
almost gently with one finger, Andrew caressed the tear from
Jenny's cheek, studying it on the tip of his finger,
before turning his burning gaze towards Jenny. How can I
trust you, he whispered. I can smell your desire, your need,
my bloodluss can see the passion burning through every vein
of your body. But how do I know I can
let my guard down with you? Pushing the powd of
his thumb across the side of her head as his
fingers entwined in her hair, letting the crucifix drop to
the floor. Jenny's hand inadvertently brushed the front of his pants,
stroking his hard erection just beneath the material, the erection
that she had been promised, the erection she wanted inside
her in so many ways. It was meant to be hers,
and whatever happened that night, she had been cheated of
three centuries of that hard cock inside her. Damn, she
was pissed. Finish what you started that night, Make me yours,
the now forever entwine us, and save me from this
pregatory you cast me into. She glared at him, defying
him to deny what she knew he had promised. She
was so fragile, so soft, so fucking breakable. It would
only take Andrew a mere few seconds to leave her
a lifeless body of nothing but skin and bones. It
arise her delicate flesh in the provocative way she was
touching him was driving him mad with need, the need
he hadn't felt for far too long. Reaching past her,
Andrew opened the door onto the balcony, ushering Jenny into
the night air. Very well, but once I take you
the same as before. There will be no turning back.
We shall be entwined. Yes, she gasped the words she
had been waiting for centuries to hear, the last words
she expected to hear to night. The split of a second,
something tightened in his chest, which was absurd because he
didn't allow himself to have such feelings. With the urgency
of three sentries of waiting funneling to his body, his
erection was achingly hard, but not near as hard as
it would be in a few minutes. Grasping at Jenny's shirt,
he ripped to open with the harsh kiss of the
icy nightair, forcing a loud moan from her lips. She
pushed her breast forward, wantonly aching for this beast to
touch them, to make her feel his desire. Andrews step closer,
his hand lifting to her face, where he kissed her
deep and hard, dragging his growing in sizes over her tongue.
As they breathed each other's desires, his hand grasped at breast,
roughly forcing them out of bra his fingernails dragging along
her burning knobs. Memories flooded her mind of how much
she wanted this, how much she ate for this. Lifting
a breast in one hand, he dropped his head, dragging
his acisors along that nipple, making her shriek with pleasure.
Before biting it. His hand lowered, forcing the stitching on
the button of her skirt to break in one harsh movement,
the cold nightair pummeling her pussy as her skirt fell
to the floor. Eagerly, his fingers pushed her panties to
one side, exploring her damp folds, probing inside with delightful
precision as he teased that spot that caused her legs
to shake. Her fingers grasped his dark hair, pulling him
tight against her, urging him on, urging him deeper. His
free hand moved around her, his long fingers grasping the
cheek of her ass, pulling her onto his fingers as
they thrust into her wet pussy. Already, Jenny could feel
a lust dripping hotly down her thighs, her need to
come burning inside, her need to succumb, her need to
become his standing proud Andrew looked more dominant, stronger, Running
his fingers through her hair, he held her head tightly
before kissing her again. Jenny's hands moved to his belt
buckle when fastening his pants and trying to wrap her
fingers around his growing cock, stroking her hand roughly up
and down his shaft, forcing a growl deep within his chest.
Andrew turned her and bent her over the banister, her
hair blowing in the night air as she stared at
the city below. He parted her thighs, forcing his cock
hard and deep inside of her, and then he stopped,
with his cock fully inside his hand grasping her throat,
He pulled her head back next to his, his lips
tenderly kissing her neck before it whispered are you ready? Yes?
She moaned for years of desperate frustration coming to a
head in this one moment. His other hand moved down
her stomach, his thumb rolling over a clip and forcing
pleasure to move through a body. As he leaned over
and closed his mouth over the delicate flesh of her neck,
he bit hard, tasting the delicious metallic tang of her blood,
which had its cocks swelling inside of her. With the
satisfaction of his bloodlust, he began thrusting into her slick heat,
her lips stretching around his girth as he pushed harder,
her lips stretching around his girth as he pushed harder, deeper,
bottoming out with every endless thrust, drinking her blood. His
hand rubbed her clip viciously as he fucked her like
an animal possessed. Jenny moan softly, then louder, grabbing at
the railing for support, Charting the fire even more inside
of him, he fucked into her again and again, lust
burning through them both as her orgasm burned up her body,
the fire of desire spiraling from head to foot, the
flames spinning faster and faster, hotter and hotter, until it
exploded on her clit, sending an earthquake of an orgasm
shuddering through her, Turning her quickly, Andrew dropped to his
knees and sucked on the hard numb of her clit
with wicked desire, dragging his teeth along it as his
fingers pushed inside her still trembling pussy. It was impossible
for Jenny to decide if a new orgasm started or
the last one just continued, as his licking and sucking
pushed her over the edge and her body exploded in
another beautiful orgasm that forced her head backwards, the stars
in the night sky becoming a blurish loss of blood.
An intense orgasm clouded her mind. Standing up her tightly,
Andrew pier uttered them, but so his back was against
the railing. It was yourself, he commanded, dropping to her knees.
Jenny submitted to his command and took his swollen cock
between her lips, wrapping her tongue around him before sliding
her lips up and down its long shaft. His first
drops are pretty come, teasing down her throat, giving Jenny
energy as she stretched her lips around his throbbing erection,
taking him deeper and deeper. Andrew grasped her hair in
both hands as his body tense, his balls painfully tightening.
As his body roared with the knee to release. Andrew
drew in a deep breath, then fucked into her mouth
viciously with frenzy, while pulses until it was there, right there, fuck, fuck,
Andrew pulse. Thick jets of warm come into Jenny's throat
while she continued sucking hungrily, desperately feeling the energy returning
to her body, the wounds of her neck closing up
and healing as she drained the last drops of come
from his hard cock. Adrenaline rushed for her body as
she dragged her newly growing in sizes along the length
of his cock, forcing a loud growl from his body
of blissful pleasure. Keeping his hands in her hair, he
lifted her up to his chest and held her tight
for a moment before whispering, let's seal this now, baby girl,
sliding one finger Noel across his chest and cutting his flesh.
A line of blood trickled out. Jenny drank hungrily, wantingly,
feeling her body transforming, entwining with his soul becoming his,
while something new filled Andrew's chest, a sensation he'd never
expected to feel again, the promise of tomorrow, hope, love,
and never being alone again. The chill of the night
air disappeared as he held her tightly, the sounds of
the city below echoing around them as they remained in
the warm blow of their cocoon. Kissing her forehead, his
fingers traced up and down her spine, causing her back
to arch. Here it begins three centuries late, but it
begins nonetheless. So I hope you enjoyed my little bedtime
vampire story and you're tingling in all the right places.
Now this is devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams
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