Chapter 9: Vampiric Hungers

The demon Jezebel lurked in the depths of Father Augustine's soul. Her corrupted priest drove the gray church van into the slumbering city of Chicago. In the back, amid the weapons designed to fight vampires, lay the three enslaved women dominated by the priest. They were both his whores and his unholy champions. Demonic powers lurked in the souls of the women.

They would kill the vampiric threats to Jezebel's client Faust. The powerful vampire had bargained with Jezebel for protection against Heaven's interference. So far, Faust had upheld his end of their agreement, corrupting the elite of Chicago into perversion, blackening theirs souls and expanding the demon's power. So far, no Knights Venator, the hunters employed by the Catholic Church had moved against Faust.

Until Heaven found a loophole. Jezebel wasn't certain how. The demon had followed Heaven's silly rules when she made her pact with Faust. The angels believed in the preservation, or at least the illusion, of free will. Every time an angel intervened for good, a demon could intervene for evil. Jezebel had accumulated her interventions and used them on Faust.

But the angels found a way to circumvent the rules. Jezebel suspected Aurora. The angelic cunt always found ways to interfere where she was not wanted.

And using vampires. What is Heaven up to?

Jezebel had learned of the threat, and discovering the source made using Father Augustine all the more delicious. Damien and Abigail D'Angelo, vampire hunters, had been turned. Augustine had been their chaplain. And now he would kill them to protect a vampire.

All of the priest's service, thirty years of warring against vampires, undone because of his lust to fuck his parishioners.

Jezebel loved being a demon.

Father Hyrum Augustine was alert and excited as he neared the edge of Chicago. Since he had embraced the feminine voice whispering inside him and given his sacrament to the three whores in the back, the priest had felt invigorated. He did not feel forty-eight but two decades younger. His cock was lead in his cassock as he listened to his whitish warriors giggle and moan in the back.

The three sluts were naked and caressing each other, saturating the wicked holes between their thighs—their cunts. Every woman was a whore to that greedy hole. Wet, hot, aching to be filled by fingers, tongues, cocks, or any other stiff, thick objects the patterns could get their hands on. But he had freed these three.

They lived to please only him, United by the holy sacrament of his seed collected from Samantha's virgin snatch.

And right now, he needed pleasing.

"One of you sluts, get your mouth on my dick right now," he said, his voice a gravelly growl.

"Ooh, which one of us should do it?" moaned Joy. Augustine had found Joy—a blonde, barely legal nymphette—walking down the side of the road. Dominating her had been the start of his transformation from simple priest into holy master.

"I would love to," the young Samantha said. Augustine imagined her pushing up her glasses from her cute nose. She was engaged to be married, but the priest had shown the woman she really just was horny to lose her virginity and did not love her fiance. "May I suck your cock?"

"Oh, you're so cute," the married Donna Lawson moaned. Cuckolding the whore from her husband had been satisfying. Her daughter Britney had been claimed by Damien.

Anger curdled in the priest. His two charges, Damien and Abigail, had fallen to the undead scourge. Augustine and his whores would put them down. The priest had so wanted to claim Abigail as one of his slatterns, but she was wholly lost.

What a waste.

"Yes, Samantha, go suck his cock," Joy purred. "I'll finger your pussy while you do it."

"Thank you for helping me control my wicked lusts, Father," moaned Samantha as she crawled between the bucket seats and reached for the priest's cock through his black cassock, her glasses slipping down her nose.

"It is a sacrifice, slut." "Did our play in the back make you hard?" Samantha purred, her brown hair falling about her innocent face.

"Yes," Father Augustine groaned, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel as she lifted his cassock. He wore no underwear beneath, and the fabric rubbed across the sensitive crown of his dick.

"That was so wicked of us." Samantha licked her lips. "Women are so wicked for inflicting sin on men."

"That's right," the priest growled. The feminine voice laughed inside him. "Women need to remember their place."

"On our knees, relieving the erections we cause in our husbands." She grasped the priest's dick. "Or our spiritual leaders."

"Amen," groaned Augustine as her wet, hot, warm mouth engulfed his dick. He groaned, fighting to stay in control of the van as her juicy mouth swirled her tongue around the frenulum. The pleasure rippled down his cock to his balls.

Samantha sucked hard and moaned. She squirmed as she knelt, Joy pressed against her side. The blonde's hand shoved between Samantha's thighs, rubbing at the whore's cunt. Samantha bobbed her head, taking more and more of the priest's cock as she shuddered on Joy's fingers.

Joy nuzzled her lips against Samantha's ear. Her tongue licked out, flicking around it and bringing another moan from the sweet Samantha's lips. Father Augustine savored her sucking mouth and passionate sighs, his dick aching in the hot depths of her mouth.

"That's it, slut," cooed Joy. She licked Samantha's ear again while Joy's finger plunged noisily in and out of Samantha's cunt. "Satiate the father. Relieve his cock and keep him from sinning."

It was good that there was no traffic on the road. Father Augustine drifted into the right lane as the pleasure boiled in his balls. He let out a groan. The wheels thundered as the drove over the reflectors dividing the lane.

"What a whorish mouth," groaned the father. He jerked the van back over, struggling to pay attention to the road as his dick ached in her ear, wet depths. The slut sucked and bobbed. His cock brushed the back of her throat.

"You can take more his cock than that," hissed Joy. "Deep-throat the father. Satiate him, slut."

"Yes," groaned Donna, her voice thick with passion. "Swallow his cock. You have to please him with your whorish mouth."

Samantha moaned her agreement, her passion humming around the priest's dick.

Father Augustine's head arched back as his slut swallowed his dick, the tip popping into her throat. The priest squeezed hard on the steering wheel as his balls boiled to a hot froth. The van's tires buzzed over the stripes set on the highway's shoulder. He had drifted left. He jerked the wheel. The pleasure tensed his body.

"Hallelujah!"

Cum exploded out of his cock right down the whore's throat. He groaned through grit teeth, the van drifting right then back left. The pleasure burst through him with every blast of his cum until every drop was sucked from his cock.

Samantha's mouth popped off his cock. "I did it," she moaned, her eye squeezing shut, her cheeks flushed. "Yes, yes, Joy, I did it."

"Now you get to cum, slut," purred Joy.

The sluts kissed as Samantha orgasmed. She moaned into Joy's lips. Samantha shivered and her back arched. She broke the kiss, tossing back her head to scream out her pleasure. Her voice echoed through the van.

Father Augustine planted, his body buzzing with bliss as he focused on the road. Chicago's downtown approached, looked over by Faust Tower. It dominated the Chicago skyline, rising taller than Willis Tower.

The feminine voice whispered. Damien and Abigail would come to the tower. He had to start his mission from there. Faust was in danger. It was his holy mission to protect it. I'll protect Faust and cleanse the world of Damien and Abigail.

The feminine voice laughed. And Britney shall be your reward. Mother and daughter writhing together for your pleasure.

"Amen," groaned Father Augustine, a feverish edge to his words.

His holy warriors dressed as he drove through the sleeping streets of downtown Chicago. No homeless lurked in the alleys, or thugs prowled the night within blocks of Faust Tower. A preternatural stillness gripped the city.

Father Augustine's instincts twinged. Something had driven away the homeless and the criminals. Not the cops. They rarely could be this effective. Fear laced the air. The priest's forehead furrowed.

The feminine voice soothed away his concerns. Do not worry. Just follow my commands, and I shall continue to bless you.

"I will."

"Will what, Father?" asked Donna.

"Protect Faust and follow our holy mission."

"Amen," breathed Samantha.

The feminine voice's whispered instructions guided Father Augustine. He turned into the parking garage's entrance, driving down a ramp to a heavy, metal gate blocking the entrance. Electric engines whirled and the gate rose, the metal clinking. The priest drove into the garage, lit by harsh yellows, while the gate dropped down behind them. He drove the van through the near empty garage.

Three men waited by the elevator. A limousine was parked nearby. Augustine pulled into the nearest parking spot and examined the three men. All were fit, strong men, trained and carrying handguns beneath their suit jackets. One was Black, the other two White.

"Be on guard," Augustine said.

We will, Father, answered Joy, her voice cold, calm. In the rear view mirror, Augustine observed the subtle change cross over each woman. The communion he had given them strengthened their bodies and sharpened their reflexes.

Father Augustine climbed out and faced the men. The van's side door rasped open and then closed. His women appeared surrounding the priest as his guard. The men at the elevator tensed, recognizing the danger the women presented.

"Faust is expecting you," a guard said in a Texan twang. "You must be something special to get him to leave a party early."

"I'm here to protect him," Father Augustine answered.

The blond guard snorted. In a German accent he said, "We protect the boss."

"Not from the threat that faces him. I know how to fight and kill vampires."

"So do we," rumbled the Black man.

"Faust wants to see 'em," the Texan said with a shrug. "Ain't really matter beyond that."

The Black man grunted then hit the call button on the elevator. He motioned inside. "Let's go. Faust's waiting."

Father Augustine and his whores stepped into the elevator. The three men followed and hit the 112th floor. The top floor. Augustine wasn't surprised that one of the richest and most powerful man in the world had his office all the way at the top of the tallest building in America.

The elevator ride was long and quiet save for the tinkling of inoffensive lounge music. Father Augustine trembled with ecstatic energy. The feminine voice crooned while her presence slid through him. He was possessed. The Holy Ghost had fallen upon him like the saints of old, choosing him for a divine mission. His eyes slid down, staring at the asses of his whores.

His rewards for service were a delight to his eyes. His cock stiffened, anticipating one of his sweet whores' holes. Britney's cunt. What a sweet delight it will be to watch mother lick my seed from her slattern daughter's cunt.

The elevator doors opened.

Signs in the lobby pointed right for the public observation deck and restaurant. To the left was a set of double doors made of rich mahogany and locked by a card key entry system. The German produced a card key, swiped it, and the doors slid open on silent actuators. The doors were thick, the mahogany hiding reinforced steel. Beyond lay a spacious and well-furnished reception area, Faust's executive assistant's desk empty at this early hour. A set of frosted, glass doors had Faust Crespo, CEO written in gold lettering.

The German led Augustine and his women across the room to the glass doors. The other two bodyguards brought up the rear. The ecstatic tremble of the feminine voice shook the priest. He drew in a deep breath, eager to meet the reclusive billionaire who was said to suffer from porphyria and could not expose his skin to sunlight.

The doors opened. Faust stood at the large windows, looking out at the slumbering city of Chicago. He was a tall man with a powerful presence. He turned, dressed in a tailored, black, Italian suit and blood-red tie, a glass held in his hand. A red, thick liquid brimmed in it.

Shock hit Augustine as Faust drank not a rich, red wine but blood. Vampire.

The demon Jezebel had prepared for this moment. Father Augustine hadn't accepted the truth of his situation. He would. Remember the rewards. He has to be protected, and the rewards will be so worth it. Young, hot cunt on your dick. Busty MILFs sucking on your cock behind their husbands' backs. You just have to have faith in me. Relax.

But...

She flooded his mind with fantasies of mother and daughter sixty-nining, licking his cum out of each other's taboo cunts. This will be yours. Trust me. Serve me, and you shall experience delights only the most perverse could imagine.

Lust flooded the priest. He wanted that perverse delight. His corruption outweighed his conscience. Yes. I will do anything for that.

Good. Now let me speak to Faust.

The priest didn't fight as she seized control of his body. Her full possession wouldn't last long. Augustine was too much of a free agent for that. But, it would be enough for her to speak directly to her client and warn him of the danger. As she took control, the priest's posture shifted and changed as her feminine demeanor took over. His hip cocked to the right and a sultry smile crossed his grizzled lips.

"Well, you are still doing well for yourself, Faust," Jezebel purred through the priest's baritone. She strode from the priest's sluts. They gasped and whispered awed prayers, no doubt believing the Holy Ghost had possessed their priest.

Useful idiots.

"Yes, our bargain has been more than satisfactory." He held up his glass of blood to her.

Jezebel shook her head. "It would only make my host vomit when I released control."

"Yes, yes, humans and their petty, biological reactions."

"You were one of those humans once." Jezebel placed the priest's hand on Faust's shoulder. "Mmm, what a gorgeous boy you had been."

"Are you here just to reminisce? My next tribute isn't due for a year."

"There is a threat brewing. Heaven has found a way to strike at you."

"So there are holes in our agreement." Faust took another sip of his blood. It stained his lips. "Why am I not surprised."

"And that's why I have tainted this priest and recruited whores for him. He shall defeat the threat for you."

"You've made the women into familiars?" Faust arched an eyebrow. "And Heaven let you get away with that?"

"An angel was naughty. She broke the rules and gifted me a large intercession. I used it well. Though Father Augustine would still have protected you without it. He knows the threat facing you."

Faust eyes narrowed. "I planned on killing the good father. I guess that's out of the question."

"Definitely. He's your new ally."

"So, what is this threat? Has a host of Knights Venator been dispatched with an angel leading the van?"

"A pair of vampires."

"That's it. Dante, Joe, and Karl can handle them." He motioned to the three guards. "They're thralls. Strong, quick, and trained."

"And these vampires are former hunters."

Faust's eyebrows narrowed. "Who are these Hunters? And how did Heaven stomach using a pair of vampires, even if they were fallen agents?"

"Damien and Abigail D'Angelo. Some of the best. As vampires, they'll deci—"

Faust burst into laughter. Jezebel seethed at the mocking tone. Anger flared through her and into Father Augustine's body. The priest clenched his fist and straightened his back. He almost burst out of her control.

"Why are you laughing, Faust?"

"I have already killed Damien, and Abigail is my thrall. I turned her."

Jezebel hissed. "You went after a pair of hunters?"

"Hunters that killed so many of my beautiful children. Starting with Vincent." Faust face twisted. "So I baited a trap for Abigail, turned her, and sent her home. She turned her husband and bound him for me. I cuckold Damien over and over then left him bound for the sun to finish off. He died at dawn."

"He did not." Jezebel struggled to control he anger. "That was the angelic intercession I felt. That bitch Aurora kept him alive. Damien fed and turned in his house. Girls seen after dawn went missing in there. He's here in Chicago, and he'll be out for blood."

"I ... see." Faust's jaw twitched.

"No, you don't. That's how Heaven found their opportunity. You involved yourself in mortal's lives. Damien and Abigail are free to seek vengeance against a vampire that attacked them without receiving Heaven's instructions. It bypassed my protection. You created this mess."

"Well, I still have Abigail."

"Good. Where?"

"I left her at a party. She is being ... punished." A smile crossed his lips. "I let the humans fuck her and degrade her. Then she'll have to spend the day in that mansion, lurking from the sun while drenched in their cum. It's a very open place with lots of windows. She will have to work hard not to die. I have cameras set up to watch. I have been looking forward to it"

"You need her under your direct control."

Faust nodded. "Yes, yes. If Damien has any vestiges of his old self left, she can be used against him."

The doors opened. A tall, female vampiress walked in wearing a tight, black skirt and low-cut blouse. She was pale and lovely, her heels clicked as she crossed the floor. She moved with the grace of a hungry predator.

"Lynette, the sun will rise soon," Faust said. "What are you doing here?" He glanced at Jezebel. "My secretary. Vincent sired her. His first child. He turned her just after she became eighteen, preserving her beauty."

"Sir, the security company at the mansion just phoned us," Lynette said. "Their alarms went off. None of the guards are answering."

Faust's lips tightened. "Have you tried to call over there?"

"No one is answering, not even Trenton and Al."

"Damien," cursed Jezebel. Her control over the priest slipped. "Expect him to know a way of severing your control over Abigail."

Faust turned to the window. The horizon lightened as dawn approached. "He will not be coming in the daytime. Your priest must find his lair and kill him before nightfall."

"He will," Jezebel said and then her control slipped away.

Abigail laughed as the SUV roared off. Bloodlust and excitement burned through the vampiress. She was free of Faust, reunited with her husband, and violence was in the air. She glanced at the mansion. Every human that had abused her was dead, killed by Damien's harem.

Her husband had been busy in the twenty-four hours since they had parted.

Abigail squeezed her thighs together. They were sticky with Damien's cum and her pussy juices. She sat naked on the seat. She leaned back and rolled down the window, thrusting her foot outside, letting the wind roll over her toes and down her leg to caress her naked pussy.

She delighted in the sensation.

Damien's eyes glanced over at her as he drove. She shuddered and her nipples hardened beneath his gaze. His nostrils flared as he scented her excitement. Everything was enhanced as a vampire—smells, touches, tastes, sex, violence.

"Do you hear those sirens?" Damien asked. "They're coming for us."

"Innocent mortals, Sir," Aurora said from the back. The corrupted angel's body was splattered in blood of the mortals she butchered inside.

"Yes, yes," Damien said. "We'll try not to kill them."

"Try," pouted Abigail.

"We're still Knights Venator. We'll protect the humans. We just don't have to worry about ... collateral any longer."

"And what if I'm hungry?"

"No one begrudges the shepherd taking a lamb from the flock to feed his family."

Abigail shuddered and licked her lips. "Ooh, yes. Family. Is that what we have here?" She glanced at the angel and the two vampiresses in the back. Mary's black dress was soaked in blood and Rosa's golden-brown body was smeared in it. Abigail scented dozens of different humans blood on them. "Are we a family?"

"We're whatever Sire wants to call us," answered Rosa.

"We're a kinky family," giggled Mary. "Mmm, especially with Britney and Vickie. Blood and milk, Miss Abigail, that's a wonderful combination. Wait until you try it."

"I can't wait."

"My feisty redhead," grinned Damien.

Ahead, the first patrol car appeared.

Lights flared as the cop car tuned sideways to block the street and slow their approach. Abigail's sharp gaze let her see across the distance and peer into the car. She caught the officers gaze and a thought popped into her head.

Can I mesmerize him from here?

She concentrated and sent out will. Move. The one word focused in her mind as she held the cops gaze. The cop car accelerated forward. Smoke squealed from the tires as they peeled out. The car lurched over the curb and smashed into a wrought iron fences.

"Mesmerizing gaze?" Damien asked.

She nodded. "You?"

"Telekinesis."

Abigail laughed, her toes curling as the dangled out the window. She shoved her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her wet cunt. "Show me what you can do on the next cop, dear."

Abigail dug her fingers into her pussy. Pleasure shuddered through her. She was free of morality and all that bullshit. She would hunt other monsters because it was exciting. It made her heart beat and her cunt wet. Her pussy clenched on her fingers as the next Chicago P.D. car roared around the corner.

Force hollowed out from the car, unseen save for the disturbance it caused in the air. The force slammed into the front, left fender of the turning car. Metal crunched and rubber squealed as the cop car lurched to the side. It's rear end fishtailed around. Damien cut the wheel hard to the right and swerved around the crashing cop car.

Mary whooped in the back. "Sire kicked his ass just by looking at him."

"Uh-huh," moaned Abigail. She loved the wet, juicy squish her fingers made as they fucked deeper into her cunt. She had three and slipped in a fourth, savoring her cunt stretching open. "How hard was that to do?"

"Hard," Damien growled. "I hear more sirens. From up ahead."

"What can you do, Rosa?" Abigail asked.

"Not sure. I can kill." She glanced at the horizon. Abigail followed Rosa's gaze. It lightened. More excitement poured into Abigail. "Sun's coming, Sire. I bet it will be spectacular when it rises.

"We'll make it to safety," Abigail moaned, her pleasure building.

"Maybe." Damien turned the SUV hard and punched the accelerator.

"I can hear the cop car coming, Sire," Mary purred. "Want me to take care of the next one?"

"Yes," Damien growled. He glanced right and left as he barreled through an intersection. A car honked a horn and tires squealed.

"Go fuck them up, you slut," Abigail moaned, her pleasure building. "Mmm, you were the biggest slut at our church."

"The absolute biggest," Mary agreed as she opened the door.

Abigail ground the heel of her hand on her clit and her eyes fluttered. Death lurked less than thirty minutes away. She was dead, but she felt so alive. Her blood screamed through her veins. She groaned as her pussy clenched on her fingers.

Mary leaped from the SUV. She landed beside it at a dead run. She kept pace with the SUV. Mary made keeping up with the racing SUV look like a light jog. She practically skipped, her blood-matted, black hair flying behind her. Abigail groaned at the sight of the vampiress.

"Covered in blood. How gorgeous."