Chapter 10: Sinful Holes

The ecstasy of the feminine ghost's embrace fled Father Hyrum Augustine. He shuddered and blinked as realty leaped back around him. He had moved. He stood by Faust the vampire. The pair were before the large windows that looked out on Chicago. The eastern horizon lightened. The vampire Faust, a wineglass in hand, eyed the priest. Faust sipped from his chalice.

It held wine instead of blood.

Everything had made sense while the ghost controlled the priest's body. It still made sense. The priest trusted the feminine voice. She had gifted him with his women and promised him more whores. Faust may be a vampire, but he was also a holy creature. One who worked against the forces of darkness. The corrupted Damien and Abigail would come to kill him. They would not stand for such a purity staining another vampire.

Father Augustine had been close to Damien and Abigail in life. He had been their chaplain and mentor. He had ventured into the field with them time and time again, girding them for battle and offering prayers for their victory.

But they had fallen to corruption.

"Are you okay, Father?" Joy asked.

The priest's three women moved to him. The vampire eyed them but said not a word as they swept around the priest. Father Augustine had given Joy, Samantha, and Donna communion, transforming them into holy warriors.

My sluts.

"You are to be commended on your choices," Faust said, eyeing the priest's women. "Such beauty and succulence."

"I have tamed the wicked holes between their thighs," the priest answered. He glanced at the female vampiress standing in the center of the office. A lovely, black-haired beauty standing unafraid of the approaching dawn. "A vampiress must be hard to control."

"I have always had a way with lesser creatures," Faust answered. "What do you remember while the..."

"Holy ghost," Father Augustine supplied. The feminine voice laughed in his mind. "She came upon me."

"Yes, yes, so we could commune. What do you remember of our conversation?"

"Nothing." The priest's cock ached. Ecstasy had consumed him. He yearned to experience more of the holy ghost's embrace. "I only know I'm to protect you from Damien and Abigail. They are dangerous vampires, former Knights Venator."

"I held Abigail prisoner," Faust said, showing no concern. "But good Lynette was kind enough to bring a disturbing report. Damien may have freed her. Be a good girl and pull up the security cameras at the mansion."

"Of course, Sire," Lynette purred.

"You ... sired her?" Father Augustine asked.

"No. It's an affection. I rescued her after her sire was killed by Damien and Abigail."

"I knew Abigail well," Lynette smiled as she knelt at the desk. "Sire, shall I lower the partitions. I do not want to embrace the sunlight this morning."

"Nor do I. Do it, child."

Father Augustine stared at Lynette. "You're the missing friend of Abigail's? The one turned by Vincent?"

"I was," she answered and typed into the computer.

Engines hummed to life and metal clanked. Steel partitions dropped down from the ceiling, covering all the windows in segmented bands. The room grew darker and darker as they crashed into place.

"Abigail searched for you."

"Eager to put me out of my misery like she did Vincent?" Bitterness twisted Lynette's face. "Or did she want another chance to lick my pussy? I could see it in her eyes. If that damned Damien never came around, she would have been mine." A shudder ran through Lynette. "I had her once."

"So if you saw her, you'd give into your whorish sins and fornicate with her?" The priest's voice grew heated. His dick ached. He needed it sucked. But now wasn't the time.

"I would rip out her throat and bathe in her blood." Lynette smiled. "I owe her for killing Vincent. My Sire gifted me with immortality and showed me true pleasure. Abigail took that away from me. I look forward to Faust killing her." Her fingernails clicked as she typed. "Sire, the security footage."

"On the main screen."

Obeying Faust, Lynette clicked with her mouse. In the center of the room, a clear, crystal screen descended, larger than a wide-screen television. Lights projected through it from the ceiling, and security footage appeared in crystal-clear HD. Father Augustine's years of fighting vampires had given him a strong stomach.

Bodies strewn everywhere on the screen. Blood pooled on the marble floor. Human, men and women both, lay dead. Father Augustine had witnessed before a vampire's rampage. His expert eyes examined the massacre. He noticed torn throats, bite marks, and, more troubling, sword strokes.

"It was more than vampires," Father Augustine said. "Someone used a long blade. Look at some of those bodies. Damien would have a machete with him, but I doubt he could do that much damage with one."

Faust nodded. "Curious. Many dead. They killed the guests, the staff, and the security guards."

The images flickered, Lynette scrolling through the cameras at a spacious mansion decorated with works of classic art and antique furniture. Every shot had more dead in it. Father Augustine estimated fifty or sixty people. The feminine ghost inside of him hissed her disappointment.

"This ... is not good," Faust said. "The mayor of Chicago, over half the city council, judges, department heads, several Senators and Congressmen, their wives, many of the rich of Chicago. The tribute will be ... hard to make."

Tribute?

The feminine voice soothed the thought from Father Augustine's voice. Focus on what is important, she whispered. Killing Damien and Abigail.

"There had to be more than Damien and Abigail performing this massacre," Father Augustine said. "Two more vampires. He has been busy since he was sired. Maybe more than two. And the sword wielder."

"And you can handle this?" Faust did not sound nervous. He sipped at his wine.

"Yes." Father Augustine didn't know why he believed that, but he knew his women had been changed. They had been gifted with strength, reflexes, and fighting skills. "Can we watch the slaughter. We can figure out more, such as the numbers we face."

"Lynette," Faust said.

Keys typed. A mouse clipped. "The hard drives are missing. Damien must have removed them before he left. We only have the live feed."

Faust took another drink of his wine. The corner of his eye twitched.

"Dawn approaches," Father Augustine said. "They will have retreated to a safe house."

"Find it." Faust turned to Father Augustine. "I'll have the police reports on the situation sent to you."

"It'll be a lot," Lynette answered. "I'm listening to the radio chatter. They're looking for a Black SUV spotted fleeing the mansion."

"Damien's," Father Augustine supplied.

"And they've had several crashed squad cars trying to pursue the suspects and their police chopper had a mechanical malfunction. They lost the SUV heading towards downtown."

"The police never would have stopped him," Faust said. "And it is too much to hope that Damien and Abigail failed to reach their safe house before dawn."

"It would be, Sire."

"Escort Father Augustine and his women to an office so he may begin to research where Damien has fled. Give him everything that we get from the Chicago PD. I want you liaising with the police commissioner."

"I saw him dead on the camera, Sire."

"His deputy then." Faust's eye twitched again. "Father, find Damien and his whores, kill them, and bring me back their heads and you can have whatever you wish."

More women to share your communion with, promised the feminine ghost. You just have to kill Damien, Abigail, and rescue Britney. Mother and daughter together.

Father Augustine groaned and glanced at Donna Lawson. He burned to see the MILF and her daughter writhing in taboo passion. His dick throbbed even harder in his pants. He had to fuck one of his women before he exploded.

"The office, vampiress?"

Lynette gave him a tight smile before she rose from Faust's desk. She had gorgeous calves and a tight ass. "Follow me, Father."

He did, staring at that gorgeous rump beneath Lynette's tight skirt. She swayed as she strutted. He knew her flesh was unclean, but that didn't make him want her any less. His dick tented the front of his black cassock.

"She tempts you, Father," Donna whispered. "Wicked of her."

"She's a whore," Samantha added. "A vile hussy."

"I am," Lynette laughed. "And I love it. You will not tame the hole between my thighs, Father. No one can."

"You haven't heard him preach," Joy moaned. "The Father's sermons will convince you differently. He preached to us all and now we're his."

"With that cock tenting the front of his robes?" Lynette asked, pausing before a door. She pulled out a keycard and swiped it. "Is that all it took to turn the three of you into his sluts?"

"His warrior women," Donna hissed.

Lynette smirked. "Security will bringing you badges. There is a computer in there. Create a user name and password. It is set up for guests to use who need immediate access. I hope you know how to use a computer, Father."

"I do," Samantha huffed.

"Good. On the network, you'll find the shared files. The information will be in the folder labeled Chicago PD. I will make the calls to have them deposit their police reports." Lynette flashed a vicious smile. "Good day, Father."

He watched her ass sway as she marched to the elevator. I could tame her hole with my cock.

The feminine ghost laughed inside him.

"Let me ease your temptation, Father," Donna purred, rubbing at his cock through his cassock as they entered the office. "Let Samantha do all the boring work."

"I'm more than happy to," Samantha smiled, pushing up her glasses as she headed to the computer. "Donna, Donna, Donna," Father Augustine smiled. "You are a sinful, wanton creature. How many times did you really cheat on your husband?"

"I was weak a few times," the MILF purred. She fell to her knees and gripped the hem of his cassock. She pulled up the black fabric until his cock spilled out before her face. She licked the tip. "I tried not to be, but I couldn't help myself. I ached to be wicked. I was a whore, just like you said, Father. Thank you for taming my desires."

Father Augustine groaned and pictured blonde, Britney Lawson kneeling beside her mother, looking like a younger version of the mature beauty tonguing and nibbling on his cock. Patience and she will be yours, whispered the feminine ghost. Mother and daughter together, serving you in the fight against evil.

"Amen," breathed the priest as the pleasure raced up his cock.

Donna's lips engulfed his dick as Joy walked up behind him and peeled off the rest of his cassock. His body rippled with muscles. He was fit at forty-eight, but every moment with his woman and the ghost made him feel younger and younger.

Joy pressed her body against his back. She had stripped naked. Her wet pussy and hard nipples caressed him as she kissed at his shoulders. Her hips undulated, smearing her hot flesh across his ass. A low moan escaped her lips and sent a shiver straight down the priest's body to the tip of his cock buried in Donna's mouth.

"Mmm, let us satiate your body," purred Joy. "That wicked Lynette flaunted herself. She dressed like a sinful hussy."

"Such a hussy," agreed Samantha as her fingers typed away on the keyboard.

Donna only sucked harder. His balls boiled. He was close to cumming already. Lynette excited him. What would a Vampiress be like to fuck? Maybe I don't have to kill Abigail. Just put down her husband and tame her.

Maybe, the feminine voice whispered. It would take considerable power though. But she would make a delicious whore.

"On your hands and knees, Donna," growled the priest. "I'm not spilling in your mouth. I want a different hole."

"Yes, Father," Donna moaned after popping her mouth off his dick.

The MILF spun about. She lifted up her skirt, flashing her naked ass and pussy covered by her blonde curls, matted with her excitement. Her tangy musk filled the priest nose as he dropped to his knees behind her, his cock smacking against her butt.

He needed to fuck that asshole.

His hands pried apart the married MILF's butt-cheeks. He spat onto her brown sphincter. Good enough for a whore. The priest placed his wet cock at the entrance and shoved into her tight bowels. The whore moaned and shuddered as he slammed into her depths.

"Father," gasped Donna. Her back arched and her bowels clenched down on his thrusting dick. "Keep yourself holy, Father. Unburden yourself into my asshole. Don't let that vile temptress lead you to sin."

"You have to stay pure, Father," agreed Joy.

The young slattern stood beside them, rubbing her fingers through the shaved lips of her pussy. The young woman's round breasts shook as the pleasure rippled through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a low moan.

"Fuck her hard, Father."

"Yes," growled the priest as his balls smacked into Donna's taint.

Father Augustine drew back his cock and slammed into the tight grip of the married whore's bowels. Donna shuddered with every thrust. She clenched and relaxed her asshole's grip on his cock as she savored his thrusts. Her hips undulated and pressed back into his thrusts.

Her tight, velvety bowels caressed the tip of his cock. The priest groaned. The pleasure shot through him. He groaned through grit teeth. His eyes rolled back into his head as he savored the pleasure coursing through his bowels. Her tight, velvety cunt gripped him and drove him wild, compelling him to slam his cock faster and faster into her depths.

"Father," gasped the woman. "Yes, yes, father. Oh, yes. That's what I need. Fuck me. Pound me. Make me explode. Oh, yes. I'm so hot for you."

The meaty thwack of his balls resounded through the room as the priest used her asshole to satiate his desires. He closed his eyes, picturing first Lynette slamming her perky ass back into him, then Abigail, her red hair flying.

Fuck my cunt, Father, he imagined the wild vampiress moaning. Your cock is so much thicker than my husband's. Ooh, yes. Damien's dick is so pathetic. If only I knew, I would have fucked you years ago. Killing vampires always made me so wet. So wanton.

And now I'm yours. Abigail shuddered in his fantasy, her bowels clenching and spasming about his dick as she came like a whore. We'll fight evil and I'll get so wet for you. You'll love my cunt. Nothing's better than fucking a vampire's cunt.

Donna moaned, but the priest didn't hear her as he pounded her faster and faster, lost to his fantasy of enjoying the redhead wife of his former friend. Abigail would shudder and cum so hard on his cock. He would use her holes to satiate his desires.

"You wanton, married whore," Father Augustine growled at Abigail.

"I am," Donna answered.

The priest slammed into Donna's bowels and came, wishing it was Abigail's sweet asshole he invaded. His body shuddered as the pleasure flowed through him. He growled through clenched teeth as his cock pumped blast after blast of cum into her bowels.

"Oh, yes, Father Augustine," panted Donna.

"Yes, yes, rid yourself of temptation in her hole," moaned Joy.

The priest opened his eyes. Joy shuddered and juices squirted out between her fingers to flood down her naked thighs. The priest sighed, his body almost floating with the power of his orgasm. He drew out his cock.

"Lick the slut clean," the priest groaned as he stood.

"Yes, Father," Joy moaned and fell to her knees.

Her blonde hair fell about Donna's asshole. The MILF groaned as Joy licked up the priest's cum. Father Augustine paused, staring at the bliss shuddering across Donna's face as she had her ass eaten out by Joy.

Joy has blonde hair like Britney.

The priest's dick hardened as he wished it was busty Britney cleaning his cum out of her mother's tight asshole. He stroked his dick, still dirty from Donna's ass, as he watched Joy. He couldn't see her face from behind, only her blonde hair.

She has almost the same shade of hair as Britney.

"That's it, slut," growled the Priest as he knelt behind Joy. "Clean her ass up, Slut." Clean your mother's ass of all my jizz.

"Yes, Father," moaned Joy.

I love licking your cum out of my mom's ass, moaned Britney in the priest's imagination. I'm so glad you rescued me from Damien. He was terrible. His cock was so small. Not like yours. I love it when you fuck me while I lick your cum from my mom's asshole.

"Wanton whore," growled the priest and he slammed his dick into Joy's asshole. "Clean the filth from Donna's ass."

"Yes, Father," moaned Joy, her wet cunt clenching down on his cock.

He closed his eyes, imagining it was Britney's sweet pussy wrapped about his dick. Her tight, hot cunt washing her mother's ass from his cock. The priest shuddered as the fantasy consumed him. His balls smacked over and over into Joy's cunt, making the woman moan.

"Father," Samantha said, drawing the priest out of his fantasy. "The cops definitely lost Damien heading into downtown."

The priest groaned and opened his eyes. His hips never stopped fucking his dirty cock in and out of Joy's asshole. "He'll want some place to hold up. Someplace for rent. Check the listings in downtown for spaces to rent. Not apartment buildings. No. He wouldn't want nosy neighbors. And he's a vampire. He'll want access to easy prey. And it won't be a popular place to rent."

"I'll start making a list," Samantha answered.

"Good," the priest groaned and closed his eyes, returning to his fantasy of fucking Britney as she licked his cum out of her mother's asshole. His balls boiled. He savored the taboo thrill. His hands clutched tight on Joy's hips as he fucked her faster and faster.

He would rescue Abigail and Britney from Damien. He would make them both his. A vampiress and the sexy, barely legal coquette. He wanted them both. They had teased him with their bodies for years.

It was time they satiated his lusts.

Abigail licked her lips as Damien pulled his dick out of Vicky's deflowered cunt. The former virgin's tongue still stroked through Abigail's pussy, eager to please the wife of her Master. Hunger seized Abigail to devour her husband's cum as it leaked out of the Thrall's cunt.

She leaned over and licked the tip of her husband's dick. Her fangs sank into the crown of his cock, drinking blood, cum, and Vicky's tangy juices. Damien groaned. His hands stroked through her red hair as she sucked hard.

"Abagail," he growled in ecstasy.

"Mmm, delicious," she purred, releasing his cock and leaning down to tongue at Vicky's slit.

"Tease," he panted.

With the flavor of her husband's blood lingering on Abigail's lips, she buried her mouth into Vicky's deflowered cunt. Her virginal blood seasoned the salt of Damien's jizz leaking out of her pussy and Vickie's tangy juices.

The combination burst with flavor on Abigail's tongue. The vampiress drove it deep into Vicky's hot flesh, licking up their juices as the thrall moaned into Abigail's pussy. Vicky's fingers dug into the vampiress's ass as Abigail pleasured Vicky. The vampiress devoured the creampie Damien left in the thrall. As a human, Abigail occasionally had the fantasy to do just this.

But she never would have acted on it. She had believed foolishly in the sanctity of her marriage vows. But they were just pretty words, meaningless without morality's chain binding her into puritanical beliefs.

She and Damien were liberated.

"Devour her cunt," groaned Damien. "Lick up all my cum."

"Yes," Abigail moaned between licks of Vicky's succulent cunt.

Damien's hands ran through Abigail's red hair as she licked through Vicky's cunt. The vampiress shuddered, her hard nipples rubbing on the thrall's flat stomach. Her body felt so lithe and warm beneath Abigail. Vicky's heart beat, pumping her sweet blood through her veins.

Abigail nipped Vicky's vulva. Blood leaked out, mixing in with her tangy juices and Damien's salty cum. Vicky moaned as Abigail licked up the wonderful combination. The thrall's life coated Abigail's tongue before it buried deep into Vicky's pussy, swirling around. She licked harder at Abigail's cunt. The thrall's fingers dug deeper into Abigail's ass.

"Sir, let me clean your cock," moaned the angel.

Abigail found Aurora to be a curious creature. An angel corrupted by Abigail's husband. The angel's crimson wings flapped as she knelt before Damien. How had he tamed her? He must have fed from her. Abigail watched as Aurora engulfed Damien's cock, sighing as she sucked while Damien ran his hands through her hair.

"That's it," he groaned, drawing back and slamming his dick into her depths.

"Ooh, yes, clean Master's cock," Britney moaned in the background, her voice throaty with passion. Abigail's enhanced senses heard the moaning sucks of Mary feeding on Britney.

Lust burned through the dark loft. Pity Rosa isn't here to join in. She's wild.

Rosa, Damien's other vampiress, flashed through Abigail's mind. A naked Latina with a golden-brown, flawless body drenched in blood. Rosa reveled in her new unlife. She had killed so many of Abigail's tormentors, letting their blood paint her body.

Abigail would have loved to lick her clean.

But Rosa was a daywalker, and Damien wanted the vampiress, the realty agent who rented him the loft, at her day job. If she disappeared, suspicions would be aroused. It was smart. Sexual pleasure could not trump operational security. Sloppiness would get them killed. Faust was dangerous and cunning.

Aurora moaned again. Her fingers dug into Damien's muscular ass as she sucked. The angel feasted on the pussy juices coating his cock. Abigail shuddered on Vicky's mouth as she watched between licks of the virgin's snatch.

"She tried to kill me," Damien said, staring down at Abigail. "She came at me with her sword, burning with righteous vengeance. But she wasn't as pure as she thought. I could see it in her eyes. She yearned to be mine. To surrender to my cock and let me claim her flesh."