Tantalizing Tuesday - Welcome Home. #flashfiction

Ben opened the door and dropped his duffel from his shoulder. “Jaime?” he called. “I’m home.” He’d expected Jaime would meet him at the airport, but he’d had to flag a taxi.
“Jaime?” he called again, looking around their tiny apartment. It was bigger than the barracks at least, and five times as nice. The sun drifted in instead of beaming down like a laser. The curtains wafted in a breeze. It was hard to find a breath of air in the middle of his platoon. The plants were oddly familiar though.
He snorted at the watermelon. It was something Jaime would do. Of course, leaving them out like that almost guaranteed they’d dry up. He put the two halves together and shoved them in the fridge. It was more difficult than he expected and he pulled out a container of left over stew. Opening it he breathed deep. Jaime didn’t miss in the kitchen and it had been a long time since he ate anything that wasn’t in the mess.
While scarfing it down, his phone rang. He’d gotten used to not having one on him, so he had to search for it.
Come to the hospital - Jaime

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Vampire Friday - Gentleman

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Harrold had a very different response when he discovered the true nature of the denizens of Blue Moon House. Ready to join him?

“Mostly, I want to shed her fear of her body. She was mistreated, as I expect you've guessed.”

“By her 'boss man.'”

“Another negro, if you can imagine, told her her body was the fruit of hell and he would fuck the devil out of her.” Lynn squeezed an apple in her hand until the skin split and juice ran down her fingers. “If I ever lay hands on him.”

Harrold touched her elbow, taking the piece of fruit. It wasn't old or withered, rather one of the new crop. How strong was she?

She looked at the mangled apple, then at him, and changed the subject. “You did well in there. You enjoyed it?”

He stuttered. “Yes, uh, yes.” He felt his face flush in embarrassment though he wasn't sure what embarrassed him? Dallying with a black girl? Certainly not being with two women at once. 

“Good, because if you continue to come when you aren't scheduled, you will meet more of my clients.”

That word again, clients. “Do you expect payment?” He patted pockets, searching for his bill fold.

She waved him off. “No. We are sufficient for now. I might accept your offer later.”

“But...This is a whorehouse. How do you pay for things?”

“We are much more than we appear,” she said, maintaining an air of mystery.

Harrold's fingers played with the mangled apple. “I have no doubt about that.”

“There is something I would try. You must let me know when to stop. And you must trust me, with your life.”

He regarded her, still wearing only a dressing robe. She looked very much like whore. Could he trust a whore? Hadn't several stolen from him if dared sleep in their chambers? However, this was Lynn, with her strange faceted eyes.

“Very well, I trust you.”

She sighed quietly. “I was hoping you'd say that.” She dropped her hand to his hip, slipping open the buttons of his fly while she kissed him.

He almost laughed. He had stamina, but three times in an hour would be a record for him. The kiss was very sensual, teasing, giving him access to her mouth one moment and denying it the next. Now her tongue darted to touch his, now her teeth were closed. Beautiful teeth they were, with only one missing, a tiny window in her smile. 

As her hands played, tickling him more than stroking, his mind began to swim. She trailed kisses down his cheek to his neck and he moaned very softly, her tongue licking him.

A sharp piercing was replaced with a low burn, as though he stood just a bit too close to the fire. Only this burn wasn't in his skin, it was under it. His flaccidity abruptly ended, the fire moving through him from where Lynn had nipped and through his cock, his ass, his toes.

She swallowed and he started to pull away. Her hand on his neck prevented him from moving.

“Please, stop.”

She licked his neck again and sighed happily. “You arrived before I took my share from Kendra.”

The fire in his blood went out and he felt cold. What monster sat beside him? How could so vile a creature, a vampire, appear so...ordinary? “You drink blood.”

She nodded and taking the apple from him, bit into it. “I can eat these too, but I'd never be full. These are here for you,” she explained, putting the fruit back into his hand.

“Do you...kill?”

She laughed. “I could, certainly. Instead I bleed my clients, not unlike physicians did.” She rose and began walking around, tending the banked coals, putting water on the stove. “Tea?” she asked.

“I should go,” he answered, jumping up.

“Remember your contract,” she said, resting her chin in her hand. She seemed disappointed but unsurprised by his reaction. He had discovered the real reason they swore everyone to secrecy.

All the same, he hurried back down the hall, past familiar sounds of pleasure and the occasional scream of pain. It had been alluring before, those screams. Now he worried some fool was being killed. 

The blood on the man at the door, his murderous rage.

Harrold swore he would never return to this house of horrors.

Flasher Fiction Friday - Reflection

“Fullan.”

She didn’t lift her head at her name. She sat still on the shore of the pond, breath swirling at the back of her throat. She paused before turning to the speaker, not answering the eunuch.

“He will see you now.”

A summons. She could ignore the messenger, but not the message. Her body was required. Her mind and heart would remain here, floating among the brightly the coloured blooms on the still reflective surface of the pond. Reflections of her, of who she might be, who wasn’t. There would be pleasure, but it would be only a reflection.

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Thursday Taster: Pandora 8

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“You want me to scar your daughter?” he asked, confused.
“Damnation, no! I want you to rape her. Well, in honesty, not that, but consummate, as soon as you can, first opportunity.”
Gowan was nodding in agreement. “And repeat it often in the beginning. That's why you never had a proper hold on Helen, Victor. You had a war to deal with too soon after and she's more liberated than average. A regular woman, Russel, you take your wedding night and she stays for the most part. But a woman with the magic? They have ideas of their own, ideas that don't include you. You don't tie them to you immediately and they slip away like morning dew.”

Russel blinked at his father, then looked to his brother. “Has he ever told you anything like this?”
Marcus shook his head, eyes wide.
“Of course not. Marcus couldn't handle an average woman. He's going to have the weakest milksop that will give a decent heir. You, though. You are different. You might have enough will to do it.”
“What else do I need to know?” he asked, sitting back down. Suddenly he wasn't as sure he either could or wanted do what he proposed.
“The witch,” Victor said, shaking a gnawed bone at Russel, “has an army of familiars. All kinds of creatures, regular and mythical. You will need to be prepared for those. Then there's Tabitha herself. She doesn't have many weaknesses, but the one I know is at the base of her skull. A good hit there will knock her out and leave her disoriented for hours after waking.” He dropped the bone with a clatter to his dish.
“Right. Get past the familiars, take out the witch.”
Gowan rubbed his chin. “I bet she spells the girl. Added protection that way. Can't do anything while she's cursed.”
“Cursed?” Russel asked, afraid. “I don't want any curses!”

Tantalizing Tuesday - Personal

“Where do you think Phil is?”
Tracy shrugged. “Dunno, don’t care.”
“He is your brother. You might have half a care.”
“Nope.” Tracy took a swig from the bottle and passed it to Jenna. Then she fixed her sunglasses on her nose and lay back in the boat.
Jenna capped the bottle after her swig and set herself up beside Tracy. She untied the straps of her bikini to avoid lines. “Well, I care.”
“Of course you do. You want to fuck him.”
“I do not!” Jenna sat up again.
“Oh, relax. I’m not going to tell him or anything.” Tracy didn’t move and her voice sounded more dreamy and dozy by the second. “He wants you too. I don’t know how you haven’t hooked up yet.”
Jenna couldn’t quite lie down again. “Really? Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”
“I have my reasons,” Tracy said. “They’re personal.”
“Fuck personal. Who do you tell if not me?”
“My girlfriend.”
“Fuck you, Tracy. I know you’re over the moon with Lisa. You don’t have to-“
“I want you, too. But Phil’s the one staring at your tits right now, not me.”
Jenna’s head whirled, her bikini hanging off.
“Oh, hi.”

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Vampire Friday - Kitten

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Today I'm going to share a taste of the vampires at the time Jocelyn joined them. This excerpt is from Kitten. If you're ready, enter Blue Moon House:

I want to understand more. Sophia said I would need to ingest you to get eyes like yours. Is it more than your eyes, though? You all seem very fast.”
The man frowned a little. “We don't normally talk about that before one has spent a few sessions with their Master. We can make special use of those willing to submit completely.
"Submit completely to what?”
The man sighed a little, tucking her into his arm over the sheets. It was late, but the house still hadn't cooled. “Easiest to show you.” He tilted her head away from him, exposing her neck. She smiled expecting a playful nip.
He bit her. She almost jumped, but resisted at the last moment. That was a blessing; she would have torn her throat on his teeth if she had moved much. She heard him swallow and her eyes went wide. Before she could do more than register the sound, the same liquid fire she had felt in her shoulder earlier in the day spread across her chest and up into her chin. It spread faster toward her belly and lower, making her moan and slip a hand between her thighs.
"Oh, God, what are you doing? That feels... it feels...” She couldn't find the words. Worse, she was becoming light-headed. She felt the little tension holding her head up release and she sank into the pillow.
"Oh, damn, too much? You taste so good.”
The words in combination with the action told her what she needed to know. He was a vampire. They were all vampires.
In the same moment she was terrified and disbelieving. There were no vampires. But he bit her, she was bleeding. Slapping a hand to her neck, she edged away.
"Please don't hurt me,” she whispered.
The man sighed heavily. “This is why we wait. You don't trust us yet. I'm not going to hurt you. Not more than you can handle, at any rate.” His lascivious smile made her feel exposed, which she was. Completely naked.
Jocelyn continued to slide from him until he rose. “I'll leave you. Feel free to dress and leave the house. You need never return. Remember, you are sworn to secrecy. We are as vulnerable as you feel right now.” His blue eyes were serious.
"You're vulnerable?” she asked. “To what? A stake to the heart?”
He rubbed his chest. “That would certainly hurt. Alone, that wouldn't kill us. We can heal from almost anything in time. No, fire is our weakness.”
She nodded. “And sunlight.”
He shook his head. “Again, it hurts, burns, but won't kill us on its own.”
Jocelyn considered for a moment. “Why are you telling me this? You are arming me to fight you.”
The vampire smiled again. There was no sign of fangs or any other difference in his teeth. “It might surprise you, but we trust you. At least, I do. You aren't asking as one who is planning an attack. You are asking as one who is curious.”
She was definitely that. “So to become...a vampire,” the idea was still ludicrous to her, “I have to eat you?”
"Drink,” he clarified. He lifted his wrist to his mouth and bit it. The wound was small and stopped bleeding quickly, but there were a few drops of pink blood on his skin. Jocelyn seized his hand to examine it.
Her companion chuckled. “Very curious. I see why Lynn likes you.”

Thursday Taster: Pandora 7

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Russel took his pelt away, wondering what guest it might be. Someone important or his father wouldn't have mentioned it. Another king perhaps. He hurried to furrier, planning to wash and dress well for the company. He might not be his father's heir, but perhaps by finding a poor sap with no son, he could find a kingdom for himself.
At dinner he met Victor, another king as he had supposed. He talked about his wife and daughter through the entire meal. No mention of a son. Russel paid more and more attention as Victor drank more and more mead.
“Stole her away, she did. Foul woman. Won't even tell me where she's hidden, and I'm her father! I only know that old witch is guarding her and I wouldn't cross that crone for half my kingdom. A bitter thing.” He tipped back his newly filled stein.

“And where is your wife now?”
“Gone,” he said, blustering. “Never was constant. Think she must have had half a spark herself. Made her a strong mate, but fickle. She's off to find something to kill me, no doubt. Wants the kingdom for herself. I tell you, Gowan,” he said, gesturing to Russell's father, “if you could bring me back my daughter, I'd lock her in a tower for your wife.”
“Accepted,” Russel said, rising. “I'll find your daughter and marry her myself. Spark of magic and all.”
“Wait, boy,” he said, slurring his words. “You don't have the first idea where she is or what to do when you find her.”
“Then tell me, old man. You want your daughter? Well, I want your kingdom. Fair trade?”
Victor laughed, spittle gathering at the corner of his mouth. “Fair? Not even near, but I'll make that deal for certain. There is only one way you can tie down a girl like Pandora, or her mother. That is to mark them, claim them. Do you understand me?”
“You want me to scar your daughter?” he asked, confused.
“Damnation, no! I want you to rape her. Well, in honesty, not that, but consummate, as soon as you can, first opportunity.”