Erotic Flights of Fantasy

  EROTIC FLIGHTS OF FANTASY

  BOOK 1:

  by

  Melanie Thompson

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  Copyright © 2014 by Melanie Thompson

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  ISBN: 978-1-61160-731-4

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Gemini Judson

  Editor: Fran Mathieson

  Printed in the United States of America

  This book is a product of the vivid imagination of my daughter, Melanie Fraser, who is the co-writer of all these stories.

  Table of Contents

  Lucien’s Punishment

  Blood Feud

  You Can’t Buck Off a Cowboy

  Blood Lust

  The North Shore Contemporary Lesbian

  Lucien’s Punishment

  “Lie still, Lucien,” Liliana whispered into her lover’s ear. “Allow me to pleasure you first.”

  The big, blond vampire had the most delicious body; thickly muscled and taut. He wore a tight pair of jeans outlining the bulging muscles of his thighs and his huge penis. His crisp, white shirt was open, revealing a vast expanse of chest covered with light blond hair. The trail of fur led across washboard abs, circled an inny bellybutton, and disappeared in a mysterious trail under his jeans.

  Lucien Pendragon pushed her off and slid out of bed. “What is it I find so attractive about you, Lily? You’re not classically beautiful. Your breasts are too small and your sex hairless. Yet, I find I cannot resist you.”

  Liliana fell back on pillows piled high against the padded headboard of her king-sized bed. Modern mortals had so many wonderful inventions. The beds were soft, the chairs reclined with the push of a lever, and hot water flowed endlessly from a tap in her garden-sized tub. “You can’t resist me, Lucien, because you love me.”

  “Love,” Lucien sneered. “Love is for the cattle we vampires feed upon.”

  “But I am not a vampire, darling. Come to bed.”

  Lucien paced back and forth across her bedroom floor. He moved so quickly, a mortal would not have seen him at all. But Lily saw him quite clearly. She was an elf, and elves and vampires had hated each other through all eternity. Each race usually lived their immortal lives separate from each other. Elves assiduously avoided vampires. But Lily was here for a purpose. She’d tracked Lucien through three centuries and across four continents to exact her revenge.

  Lucien stopped pacing and Lily’s heart jumped. He leaped on the bed, took her in his arms and buried his face in her waist-length black hair.

  “You always smell of flowers,” he said, as he moved his hand between her legs, urging them open. “Will you let me feed?”

  This was the one thing Lily feared most. If Lucien fed off her, he would know her for elven and try to kill her immediately. The taste of elf blood was so foul to vampires, it made them vomit.

  So far, she had prevented him from biting her by pleading fear. He thought her a trembling human female full of terror. This excited him, elevating his pleasure with anticipation of the final act. Each time they were together, it grew harder to stop him. Eventually, he would lose control and take her. Timing in this little game was everything.

  She allowed him to kiss her, opening her mouth to his even though his breath offended her. Elves never ate meat and vampire breath smelled of blood. His lips were soft and cool on hers as he traced her labia with one big finger. He opened her sex and she relaxed, enjoying the artistry he employed to stimulate her.

  “I love your nipples,” Lucien whispered. “They are so soft and puffy.” He tugged at them and suckled until each coral point lengthened and became erect. Then he pinched them hard.

  Lily winced, but the pain was so pleasurable. When he pinched her nipples, she felt her clitoris swell and throb. She wanted him to fill her with his huge dick, ached for the feeling, but knew it was too soon.

  She pushed him away and slid off the bed, her heart still pounding with excitement and fear, her body still tense and aroused. Outside her home in the canyons of North Hollywood, she’d heard a car pull up. It was her lover, Sylvianna.

  “Darling, I have a surprise for you, a gift,” she called over her shoulder as she walked naked into the living room.

  Lucien sat up. “What?” he growled. “All I ask for is you and a taste of your blood.”

  “I know,” Liliana gushed. “But why settle for only me, when you can have so much more?”

  Before Syl could knock, Lily threw open the front door and drew her into the living room. Syl was tall, even for an elf woman, with long red hair, white skin, and green eyes. Lily and Syl were as one in their hatred for Lucien and their desire for revenge. Each had a separate reason, their union formed out of a mutual desire to right ancient wrongs.

  Syl started to speak and Lily hushed her with a kiss while she pointed to the open door of the bedroom, and then she took Syl’s hand and led her through the bedroom door.

  “See, my darling, a gift. Not just one to love, but two.”

  Lucien’s eyes glistened with desire. Syl was more beautiful than any mortal. If the vampire hadn’t been overwhelmed by lust, he surely would have noticed she was a supernatural. Syl’s skin was flawless and she glowed with pearly luminescence, not to mention beneath her lustrous auburn hair, her ears were very pointed.

  When Lily pushed her lover’s blouse off and unhooked her bra, bountiful milk-white breasts leaped into view, their rosy nipples thick and long. Tiny blue veins traced the swollen globes that stood straight out all on their own. Lucien grunted with appreciation.

  Lily rushed to pull Syl’s skirt off, dropping it into a puddle around her feet. She turned her head to gage Lucien’s reaction and smiled. Then she kissed Syl long and deeply while she slid her hands under the edges of Syl’s panties and rubbed herself all over Syl’s body. As their tongues entwined, Lily deliberately turned so Lucien could get a better view. When she slid Syl’s silk thong down, she followed it, kneeling in front of her.

  Lucien growled. “Quite a show, Lily, but one I’ve seen many times.”

  “Of course you have, my jaded one, but surely not between two such beautiful women. And we are both yours, here only for your pleasure.”

  Lily kissed Syl’s thighs, pushing them open. Syl arched her back and pushed her hips forward so Lily could spread her labia and lift the huge red clitoris with one finger, displaying these charms for Lucien’s approval. “Isn’t she lovely?”

  Lucien pulled his jeans off and tossed them on the floor.

  “Oh my,” Syl said. “You didn’t tell me he was hung like a horse.”

  “Yes, isn’t he enormous?” Lily giggled. “And…he has skills.”

  Lucien grabbed Lily from behind. “You may kiss and fondle your toy all you wish as long as you do it with my dick inside you.”


  He knelt on the floor and drew Lily toward him. She opened herself and he stabbed her with his huge penis. She stopped with her mouth inches from Syl’s pulsing sex, and shuddered with pleasure. Lucien’s penis swelled when it entered her, filling her completely. Over many years, he’d learned to shape his organ to fit. A ridge formed on the top of it which opened the folds of skin covering her clit, and scraped it with each stroke.

  Syl grabbed Lily’s hair and jerked her face against her open pussy. Lily had to work to concentrate on pleasuring Syl, the near-painful stretching of her vulva driving her crazy.

  Lucien wrapped his big hands around her waist and slammed her up and down on his organ while she gripped Syl’s thighs and laved her swollen sex with a tongue thickened by desire. When he lowered his head and kissed her neck, she felt his fangs scrape the tender flesh. He was going to feed.

  She pinched Syl, who looked down and realized the situation. “My turn,” she hissed.

  Pushing Lily aside, she knocked her off Lucien’s hard dick. Lily fell to the floor and whirled around. Her heart pounded, her suddenly empty vagina throbbing, her nipples rock-hard and aching. She stared at Lucien’s pulsing organ, the bright red head glistening from her own juice. His golden eyes were half closed, his nostrils flared, his fangs prominent.

  Syl stroked his erection. “I want some.”

  “Fine with me,” Lucien said in a voice husky with need.

  Syl grabbed his penis and tried to use it to lead him. “Come, I won’t be taken like an animal on the floor. Let’s get on the bed.”

  She touched herself, running one finger between her reddened labia.

  “Then on the bed it will be.” Lucien grabbed her and tried to push her beneath him.

  She backed up and wagged her finger at him. “No, I want to be on top.”

  Lily leaped to her feet and pushed Lucien backwards toward the bed. “You lie down, my love, and let us play.”

  The vampire allowed them to urge him onto the bed. When his head was on the pillows, Syl bent low and took his engorged organ into her mouth. Her hair fell over his crotch. For a minute, Lily feared Syl’s ears would show, but it didn’t matter. Lucien’s eyes were closed.

  He groaned with pleasure, reached down and grabbed Syl’s hair. “My god, woman, you’ve got a mouth made in heaven.”

  Lily rubbed Lucien’s chest and lightly pinched his pale nipples. He arched his back, thrusting his dick into Syl’s sucking mouth.

  “No, vampire, you may not finish yet,” Syl said as she released him.

  Lucien’s eyes flew open when she stopped sucking, but Syl was already throwing her leg over his body. Lily backed away as Syl mounted him. She took his penis in one hand, squatted over him, and rubbed the head against her engorged clit.

  “Aaaah,” she cried. “That feels wonderful.”

  Lucien’s gaze was glued to his dick as he watched the redhead pleasure herself with his organ, parting her labia, and chafing her clit with the huge head. Lily slipped behind Syl, straddled Lucien’s long legs, and lifted both Syl’s milky breasts, kneading the sensitive flesh. She pressed kisses on Syl’s neck and shoulders as she tugged each nipple into a turgid point.

  Syl ceased teasing herself and Lucien. She slowly dropped onto his organ, pushing down until the entire length was inside her. When she was fully penetrated, she screamed. “It’s so good, Lily. You should have told me how good it was.”

  Syl rode Lucien as Lily crept to his head and kissed him. Lucien wrapped his hands around Syl’s ass, lifting her up and down faster and faster. Syl convulsed as her orgasm hit her, hunching over and moaning. Lucien’s eyes were closed and his mouth open revealing those long fangs. Lily knew from experience he was close to culmination.

  It was now or never. He was going to bite one of them any minute. She reached under the bed with one hand and drew out a fine silver chain. The end on this side was already hooked to the bed frame. Almost as quickly as a vampire, Lily threw the chain over Lucien, raced around the bed, and fastened it to the frame on the other side.

  When the silver touched him, Lucien screamed with pain and rage. Syl leaped off and stood panting on the floor, her hair wild, her eyes narrowed. Lily tossed Syl a chain. “Get his feet. I’ll tie up his hands.”

  They roped the raging vampire to the bed with fine silver chains. He was helpless to fight the metal. Silver was poisonous to all vampires. The chains burned like fire wherever they touched his skin and rendered him immobile. An enemy to all vampires, the shiny white metal was a friend to elves.

  “I’ll rip off your heads and drink blood from your open necks,” Lucien screamed. “I’ll never rest until I find you. Death will never come to you. I’ll turn you, and then I’ll torture you for all eternity.”

  With Lucien tightly bound, Lily strode around the bed, her hands on her hips. Oblivious to her nudity, she preened, nodded her head and smiled. “Look at you now, vampire, look at you now. Not so strong anymore are you? In fact, he looks helpless as a baby, doesn’t he Sylvianna?”

  “Sylvianna?” Lucien raged. “Sylvianna? You’re an elf. I just fucked an elf.” Lucien vomited, spewing blood all over Lily’s cream-colored down quilt. “I hate elves. You’re all vile creatures. Surely your race was directly spawned by Satan himself.”

  Syl moved closer to Lily and wrapped one arm around Lily’s waist. The two kissed and hugged each other warmly. This was a moment to be savored.

  “Don’t you remember us, Lucien? We remember you.”

  “Why should I remember two slutty elves? You’re nothing to me.”

  “Come on, Lucien,” Lily said. “October fifth, 1789, doesn’t ring any bells?”

  For a moment, Lucien looked puzzled, his white brow furrowed, his golden brows meeting in the center of his aristocratic nose. “Where was I that day?” he mumbled, and then brightened. “I was at Versailles. What a blood bath. The mob attacked and carted Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette off to prison. It was glorious, so much death and destruction no one noticed my little group of seven.”

  “I noticed,” Lily said. “Remember me, Lucien.”

  He stared at her. “Aaah, yes, it comes back to me. You were among the queen’s ladies. I had two at a time in the queen’s own bed. I think I ran through eight or nine. It was an orgy of fucking and sucking. Then a young man tried to stop me, he was eighteen or so, dressed in the king’s livery, all frills, cream, gold and red. I was on top of a lovely blond-haired bitch who fought like a tigress. I got off her to kill the young man.

  I thought it would be easy, but he was good with a sword and lopped off one of my arms. I still managed to tear off his head, but when I went to consume the blood fountaining from his neck, I was attacked by a woman. I’m guessing that was you.” Lucien’s voice held a note of wonder. “You tracked me here after all this time?”

  “That young man was my son,” Lily snarled. “An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. I will take your life for his.”

  “So I killed your son,” Lucien snarled. “I wish now I’d known he was an elf. It would have afforded me so much more pleasure.”

  Lily lifted a knife with a curved blade. “It is I who will reap all the pleasure this time.”

  “Wait,” Lucien said, his voice calm, his demeanor completely unruffled. “I now know who you are Lily. Kudos, by the way, for tracking me for such a long time, and for so many miles, I have traveled a lot since then. But though I may know who you are, your friend’s identity still remains a mystery.”

  * * * *

  Syl stepped to the head of the bed. “Let me share my memories, vampire.”

  She placed her hands on the top of Lucien’s head, closed her eyes, and allowed memories to flow of a time so long ago she’d forgotten the number of years or the date. A time when dragons roamed the planet and elves and vampires fought wars for control of Europe.

  Instantly, she was in a forest glade. Her family slept around a blazing fire. She smelled wood smoke and the fresh odor of pine trees. When she loo
ked down, she saw pine needles and leaf mold under her boots.

  She and her brother Aellon were taking first watch. They wore supple green, deer-hide jerkins over soft linen shirts. Boots made of the same soft hide came all the way to her thighs. Over her shoulder, she carried a bow and a quiver of arrows.

  With her memory flowing strong, she felt the love for her brother and her family strong in her heart. She was only sixteen, a virgin, and a warrior princess. She signaled her brother all was well and went to check on the picket line of horses. She found her own mare, a gift from her mother on her recent sixteenth birthday.

  Feather was a strong brown pony with a long tail and thick, heavy mane. Sylvianna began brushing Feather’s tail, pulling small sticks, leaves and burrs out of the coarse strands. The earthy smell of the horse and her quiet presence was comforting.

  Suddenly, her brother screamed. She looked up and saw a group of vampirai race out of the dark woods and attack her family. Horror washed over her, freezing her in place. She saw one vampire move toward Aellon. He yelled to her in Elvish. “Run, run away Sylvie.”

  Then he pulled his bow and fired into the vampire’s face. It fell dead, an arrow in one of its eyes, but another took his place. Sylvianna stared into the golden eyes of a huge blond terror. His muscles bulged in thick arms, and his hair formed a long and tangled mass around his face. She saw the vampire sink fangs into her brother’s neck and tear out his throat. She would never forget that face.

  Turning, she drew her belt knife, sliced the picket line sending the terrified horses running in all directions. She grabbed Feather’s lead and leaped onto her back. Gripping the mare’s bare back with both legs, she hunched low as they tore through the forest following the other horses.

  Syl released Lucien’s head. “Remember now, vampire?”

  He smiled. “You carried that grudge for a long time.”

  “Elves never forget.”

  “They say revenge is a dish best eaten cold. This little piece of retribution is practically frozen. Why’d you wait so damn long?”