1. Vampire Omicron: Chapter 7 - Bonfires & Baptists


    Date: 1/4/2024, Categories: Fantasy Body modification, Bondage and restriction Cruelty Death, Domination/submission Extreme, Female / Girl, Female Domination, Female/Female Gothic, Group Sex Horror, Humiliation Male / Female Teens, Male Domination, Mind Control, Monster, Murder, Non-consensual sex Rape Sado-Masochism, Slavery, Threesome Torture, Violence Virginity Water Sports/Pissing, Author: SKOLL, Source: sexstories.com 

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Each chapter is like a 'stealth mission', with lots of slow build-up and pervy creeping around. The protagonist's mission is always to rape and abduct his victims, adding to his harem of vampires. Then occasional chapters show his sexual family lifestyle with his mind-controlled free-use slaves. Then right back to another stealth mission.

DISCLAIMERS

In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

FETISHES / WARNINGS

-Death / Blood / Gore / Murder (he’s a true vampire villain)

-Gross Sniffing/Tasting (bodily fluids, piss, armpits)

-Creeping around (lots of this, sorry if it’s boring)

-Slow start, builds to brutal ending

-Non-con / Sadism / Violence

-Dog will never be harmed lol

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Chapter 7 - Baptists & Bonfires

We wait calmly, two quiescent shadows just beyond the treeline. Enshrouded in ethereal ...
    ... mist that blackens the starry night sky. The power coursing through my veins, fueled by my recent feast, allows me to control the very elements around us. Nature itself submits to my will.

I exchange a furtive glance with Eva, who crouches behind a nearby tree. She nods, understanding my wordless expression silently instructing her to remain patient. We see perfectly through the mist, through the pitch-black night. Biding our time. Waiting for the right moment to strike.

Eva’s eyes glow a sinister red as she flicks a mischievous little smile back at me. She feels it too. So much potent virgin blood. The purity of innocence, but the strength of adulthood. We’ve drunk so many tonight, one after another. It’s unlike anything we’ve ever felt. She licks at her claws, like little daggers extending from her fingertips. I can tell she’s itching for more.

But although I feel invincible, though any wounds would heal almost instantly, I don’t truly know our limitations. And I’d rather not test them by having a bunch of rural conservatives pull guns on me tonight. So the stealth approach continues for now. Plus it’s more fun this way. Picking them off one by one. Harvesting them from their own farm.

The Christians are oblivious to the threat that hides nearby. Completely unaware of how much death has occurred tonight, not yet realizing some of their friends are missing. They just continue on in their merry festivities. A roaring campfire far back in their massive property. A ...
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