View Full Version : Full Circle m/m vamp erotica
October 25th, 2006, 08:51 AM
Due out late 2006 (if all goes as planned) by Lady Aibell Press
In a war-torn world a group of vampires struggle to reclaim their past glory. One of their own is missing. Weakened by solitude, the leader of the vampires, Kendrick, must find Byron, his covenant mate, before the pain of isolation kills them both. Locating Byron is the least of the vampires' problems.
The chaos of the world's death rattle breeds suffering, death and pestilence as well as a call for vengeance. The opposing sides of good and evil never looked so similar. A war that began with the dawn of time has enjoyed a respite. That respite is ending. Vampiric history, human history and the lives of two lovers are about to come full circle.
October 25th, 2006, 08:59 AM
"Why do you run from me, Byron?" The man in the white suit glided around to face him. "I like the way you smell."
Byron sneered. "You creep me the hell out, man."
An eerie smile that tried too hard to be sultry crept upon the stranger's face. It sent a shiver down Byron's spine. Was this man trying to kill or seduce? Either way, he was going to have a fight on his hands. "You sense that I'm dying."
Byron hiked an eyebrow. Dying? He was neither priest nor undertaker and had no solace or service to offer the dying. Regardless, he'd witnessed a lot of death in what he remembered of his life and death never looked nor smelt like this.
The man in the suit continued, "That's sweet." He stepped closer to Byron and curled one hand around the Byron's waist. "Do you ever thirst, Byron?"
Byron turned his head to the side and shivered when the man's cold cheek brushed against his skin. What was this guy some specter-man hybrid? Some conglomeration of spirit and flesh? A tangible ghost? Some neither dead nor living poltergeist? A man stuck neither here nor there—living between worlds? Maybe all of that was too complicated. Maybe, he was certifiably insane. Freaky -- that's what this guy was. A freak, plain and simple.
"I like your heat. Your life force is strong, Byron." He pointed his tongue and lightly licked Byron's earlobe. "I need you." He moaned. "Oh, so warm."
"That's too damn bad, because I don't need you." The longer the man held on to Byron the more the light bulb smell faded.
"You need me. You just don't feel it yet." He dipped his head and ran the tip of his tongue up Byron's throat. After kissing Byron's chin, he whispered, "My name is Kendrick. Nice to meet you, Lover." He closed his eyes and pressed his lips against Byron's.
Kendrick's lips were cool, but not the ice cold that his fingers were. When their tongues met, air raced from Byron's lungs. Byron's heartbeat slowed and blood rang in his ears. Panic grabbed his mind. This guy was sucking the very life out of him. He strained against whatever spell Kendrick cast and pushed his hands against Kendrick's shoulders. He pried their lips apart and started coughing for air.
A raven screeched and took flight.
Kendrick screamed and his body curled around itself. "Why, Bryon?" He fell to his knees. "Why do you deny me?"
Byron stumbled to the side and leaned on the altar railing. "You're fucking sick!" He knew this was his chance to run and if he could control his legs, he would. His body forsook him and he fell limply to the floor.
"I can't very well feed upon you, Byron." He rolled his head up. "Why do you not want me to live?"
Byron's ears rang drowning out everything. His vision blurred. "Sick…fuck." Everything in the room grew bright and his eyes rolled back.
"Not the home warming welcome I had hoped." Kendrick sighed. "Perhaps, I borrowed too much. Pity." He drew himself to his feet and lifted Byron. "Come, my love, let us rest together. You have a lot more to learn and remember."
October 25th, 2006, 09:04 AM
Excerpt two ADULT 18+:<O:p></O:p>
Byron slowly turned his head. Kendrick was on the floor lying upon his silk robe in the middle of a sunbeam. His hair splayed out around his head. The bottle of anointing oil sat beside him and a small red pouch lay beside the oil.
Kendrick squeezed his flaccid cock. The head briefly flopped against the back of his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Enjoying myself." His eyes slid closed and he pulled at his cock again.
"Why not? It's my body," he fanned his free hand out against his chest and started to toy with one of his nipples, "and I can touch it if I want to."
Byron's upper lip twitched. Sneaky bastard. He watched Kendrick squirm beneath his own touch until a firm erection stood proudly in sunlight. Kendrick's soft moans tugged at Byron's needs.
Shifting onto his knees, Kendrick stared at Byron as he stoked himself. His strokes started slowly and his breath labored. Speeding up his strokes, he let his voice crack. When he didn't think he could take much more, he pulled his hand away from his cock.
Byron squirmed in a way that let Kendrick know his tactic was working. That loud needful moan should have been enough to make Byron wish he didn't have clothes.
Once again Kendrick slowly stroked himself and occasionally brushed his talons against his scrotum. With each swipe, he added speed and force. It wasn't long before he felt his balls tighten and his stomach muscles clench. Just short of there he jerked his hand away. A moan that matched his frustrations raced from him. With his hands trembling he fell forward and his hair cascaded over his shoulders. Kendrick panted until he was no longer dizzy.
"What are you doing?"
Kendrick rolled his head up and looked at his lover through strands of wayward hair. "It's called 'climbing the mountain.’"
Byron rolled his eyes. "I know what it's called. Why are you doing it?"
"Because," Kendrick sighed and settled on his shins, "when all you have is yourself, you tend to get a little creative." He curled his hand around the base of his shaft and slowly stroked. Once again, he sped up his touch. His hips rocked meeting his caress. The need for release burned up his spine. His head rolled back and he yelped to the ceiling when he stopped his touch.
"How long are you going to toy with yourself?"
Kendrick laughed and rolled his head forward. "I've not begun toying with myself." He looked at the bag on the floor. "But, I believe I will now." He bent over and picked up the bag. With a magician's showmanship, he tossed the bag aside and held up a silver dildo.
October 25th, 2006, 09:22 AM
This is my first promo vid, I'll do another one when I have the cover art.
October 28th, 2006, 12:48 PM
Oh my! (waves hand in front of my face)
October 28th, 2006, 01:30 PM
Oh my! (waves hand in front of my face)
Either your waving the stink of it away or that's some kind of compliment. LOL!
November 4th, 2006, 01:50 PM
Compliment...most definately. That was HOT
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