A Grave Exchange by Jane White Pillatzke

H arder and harder I rode him, my breasts bouncing wildly, my head thrown the whole way back , exposing my neck . Lucius grabbed hold of me and pulled me up hard against him . I slid my legs around his waist , and he grabbed my hair , pulling my head to the side . W ithout a word , he bit into my neck, and my sheath clamp ed down on his cock . M y world exploded, his sucking of my neck, my milking of his cock, my world just imploded . Lucius broke the bite and licked my wounds clean.
    Pulling my face back up to his , he looked at me, his eyes completely black and the red rings glow ing wildly with heated desire . I kissed his swollen lips and tasted the metallic tang on them . M y nipples burned with desire , and I lifted myself up off his cock and held onto the head board in front of me . Lucius held on to me , stroking his fingers near my breasts . H e took one of my nipples into his mouth , swirling his tongue a round , over and over . My legs were spread wide, as I knelt above him so he could bite and suckle my nipples . His hands found my ass , and he pulled me in closer . O n e hand slid to my front , and he teased my engorged bud . I found myself losing the will to kneel in front of him , but Lucius held me up , grabbing my ass with one hand, sucking my nipple, fingering my bud and soaking core . He bit down hard on one nipple , sucking it into his mouth, and I screamed and slid down his body where his erect shaft wait ed for me . H e pulled hard on my hips , and I closed the distance , slamming onto his beautiful phallus .
    How this man could be so turned on so quick ly was yet another question that fleetingly crossed my mind , only to be swallowed up by a delicious French kiss . Somewhere in the recesses of my mind , I heard a noise , but my body’s needs tamped down my normal , rational brain function . M oaning into Lucius’ kiss , I slid down his cock, tightening myself around it , feeling Lucius shudder in my grip . S liding my hands through his hair , I pulled him closer to me, and our kiss grew so passionate , breathing was becoming difficult.
    All at once , the double window s in Lucius’ room crashed open . S hards of glass fl ew through the air like a million sprites dancing around the room . B efore I could react , several pieces impaled themselves into me . I heard Lucius roar , and he pulled me down off the bed onto the floor . Covering my body with his , he looked up and shouted in a language I had never heard . Shivering, naked and cut beneath Lucius , I cowered on the Persian rug , trying to find something to cover myself with . S omehow , I felt I could deal with anything if I were more suitably attired . Spotting a throw on the chaise , I tried to crawl away from Lucius, but he grabbed me roughly and held me down . I glanced up at him , only to find myself looking into the face of a stranger. This was not the man I loved . H is eyes glowed eerily ; his face was more angular and haunted . S hivering , I tried to explain my predicament , but words failed me . I nstead , I slumped down , wondering who had come through the window , but inside, I knew . King Casimiro and those dreaded cronies of his had finally found us . Lucius leap ed up off me and dove across the bed . R isking a glance , I peeked up over the bed and saw Lucius reach the other side to retrieve a sword . I felt like I was watching a 3D movie about the Knights of the Round Table , but somehow , I doubted th is version would have a happy ending .
    Taking my chances , I dove across the floor and just reached the chaise when I felt my arm being wrenched out from in front of me . Screaming in pain , I tried to turn and kick whoever had me, only to find myself facing the k ing . He had me hanging by my arm , naked . The pain immobil ized me . The k ing flashed an evil smile, his fangs descending from his mouth . T hey looked as large as a tiger’s canine s . His eyes , like Lucius’, glowed eerily .
    “Little Ivy , how nice of you to