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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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And thus did the foul servant of Lilith, her monstrous daughter Alukah, summon the storm that raged against the monastery. And under the cover of its howling gale, did the foul thing attack the servants of the Living Gods

—The Second Book of Vivian 2:33

Candy Garnett – Rennes-le-Château, France

I was bored.

Sam was having fun taking her measurements and notes and all that academic shit. “We’re going to be here for days and days analyzing it, Candy,” she said as she wrote in her notebook, so giddy with discovery. “Maybe even longer than a week. This is amazing.”

I could only fidget and watch her work, trying to pay attention so I could help her out. But she was lost in her world of discovery. And on top of the boredom, there was the dull fear aching my heart. An Alukah may be hunting us.

Yes, we were safe inside the Natsar, but I couldn’t shake the unease writhing like an eel in my stomach. Anger burned in me that Mark and Mary would send us out here by ourselves. Sam was the most important person in maintaining their power, and they didn’t give her half the respect she deserved.

In my opinion, Sam should be running things, not kowtowing to those two idiots who were forever blundering into one disaster after another.

Sam should make her own pact with Lucifer.

I was scared to bring it up to her—it was such a seditious idea—but she could be so much more if she just had a little bit more ambition to go with her intelligence. With my help, Sam would one day show the world just how smart and powerful she really was.

In the meantime, I was bored.

Michel was as bored as I was, leaning against a moldy cardboard box. He was cute, with dark eyes and hair. And incredibly shy. I’ve always preferred the ladies, but there have been times when a guy was cute enough to attract my interest. I loved the shy ones. They always let me be the aggressive one—the one in charge.

I glanced at Sam. She was lost in her work. The itch grew between my thighs. Maybe Michel could help me scratch it?

“It must be so hard to be a cop,” I cooed, sidling up to Michel. I thrust out my chest, making sure he had a nice view down my cleavage. I lightly touched his wrist. He flushed, looking uncomfortable. “All those long hours. I bet your girlfriend just hates it.”

He shifted, muttering, “No girl.”

“Really? With those dark eyes? I thought you would have to hold the ladies at bay with a stick!” I gave a breathy pause. “I love a guy with dark, brooding eyes.” I leaned in, fluttering my eyes at him while sliding my hand up his arm and giving his bicep a squeeze. “And so strong! What woman wouldn’t love to have you?”

“I… um…” He muttered something in French. “I should be guard.”

“Francois is watching the entrance,” I told him, stroking his arm. “Besides, you can watch and talk at the same time.” This time, I let my breast press against his arm.

“This isn’t… um…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Appropriate. I am working.”

“And what are we doing that is so inappropriate?” I grinned, pressing my body against his side, my hand rubbing his chest. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “We’re just talking, Michel.”

He went rigid and tried to jerk away. I kept a firm grip on his arm.

“Don’t be so stiff. I’m not going to bite.” I paused, smiling coquettishly. “Much.”

Sweat beaded on his forehead. He glanced at Sam. “What about your boss? You are helping, no?”

“She won’t mind.” His chin was rough with stubble as I kissed his cheek. I moved closer and closer to his lips. He was an okay kisser, his lips dry. He froze at first, but then I felt him relax, kissing me back, his hands gently resting on my hips.

I broke the kiss. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” he asked, panting, a foolish grin on his face.

“I thought I heard something upstairs. In one of the bedrooms. We should check it out.”

He swallowed, “Yeah.”

He followed along after me like a little puppy. I felt his cute, dark eyes on my ass as I swayed it in front of him. I glanced back at him, smiled invitingly, and twirled a strand of cotton-candy blue hair around my finger. Then I dashed up the narrow stairs, giggling.

He chased me.

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Luka

“American lady?” the French cop asked as I stood before him, his eyes filled with lust as he took in my lush body covered by a form-fitting bodysuit I made with my hair.

I nodded. “Your accent is so sexy.”

“You want see my rooster. Is very big!” He held out his hands a good two feet apart. “Most big rooster you see!”

I was utterly confused about what he was talking about until he rubbed at his crotch. I could see the hard bulge forming there. “Mmm, I like big cocks. Why don’t we slip inside, and you can show it to me? I’ll introduce it to my hungry pussy.”

He suddenly got flustered, his flirtatious bravado evaporating. He never had a woman respond like that, I realized. I could sense the inexperience that his outrageous confidence was trying to mask.

“Come on, big boy,” I continued to purr, running my hands down my body. “Invite me in, and you can show me just how big it is.”

He threw a nervous look over his shoulder, swallowing. “I am on… eh… job.”

“So?” I asked, my hands rubbing my crotch and sending a delicious thrill through my damp pussy. “No one will know if we fool around for a little while. You won’t be disappointed when your rooster meets my pussy.”

He swallowed, his resolve wavering.

“I love to pet and stroke roosters,” I purred. “With my hands… And with other parts of my body.”

Lust won out over duty. “Yes! Come in.”

The barrier was gone. I had my invitation. I pounced.

My lips found his, kissing him hard as I pushed him back inside the door. I pressed him up against the wall, our lips hungrily tasting each other. while I rubbed his cock. He swelled so hard beneath my touch, groaning.

My hunger surged as I broke our kiss and nuzzled at his throat. I mewled in delight, smelling his hot blood, feeling his heartbeat flutter through his vein.

I bit hard.

He struggled as my fangs pierced his carotid artery and his life pumped hot into my lips. It was a vital flood, brimming with energy. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. The blood poured down my chin and neck, rolling down my body, coating my breasts and dripping to my stomach. He thrashed, gurgled, the fight melting out of him.

He groaned in ecstasy.

It was wonderful drinking his life. So rich and salty, flowing with primal energy. Never had I felt so alive. So full of power. His blood charged me, a battery filled to capacity—I should never have denied myself with the girl in the bathroom.

He let out one last ecstatic groan.

I let his dead weight fall to the floor, bent down, and drew out his handgun.

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Candy Garnett

Michel chased me giggling into a bedroom.

It was barely more than a closet. A cell, really, than a proper bedroom. A small bed with a hard-looking mattress and a battered dresser. The window was narrow and the cold, night air flowed in through a gap between the frame and the wall where the ancient mortar had eroded away. These poor nuns had to live like this?

No wonder they had caused so many problems; I’d be cranky too.

I kissed Michel, thrusting my tongue into his lips. I worked him the few steps to the bed and pushed him down on it. He sat down hard, staring up at me, his eyes so wide, that boyish, foolish grin on his face. He had won the lotto and knew it.

“Strip,” I ordered him.

“Oui!”

He fumbled with his buttons, then froze as I pulled my top off, freeing my round breasts. I smiled and shook my tits at him. He muttered in French and started unbuttoning faster. His shirt and white undershirt came off, exposing a muscular chest covered with thick, coarse black hair.

I grimaced. I hated a hairy guy, but I was too horny to stop now.

His pants and his striped boxers came off, freeing his dick. He had an average-sized cock, uncircumcised, the red tip peeking out of its hood like a curious snake peeking out of its burrow. He stroked it, staring up at me.

I lifted up my skirt, exposing my shaved pussy to his gaze. “Eat me, stud!”

“Yes,” he groaned. “I will feast on your cat.”

“Pussy,” I corrected as he knelt before me.

His hands shot around me and grabbed my ass, pulling me to his lips. His whiskers were rough on my thighs as he buried his mouth into my pussy. His tongue was stiff as it slid through my labia, but he knew just where to lick. I cooed in pleasure.

His tongue licked faster and faster, stirring through me, making me moan and squirm and twitch. His touch was so delicious. He had me whimpering and trembling as he flicked his tongue over and over through my petal, brushing my clit, stirring delight through me.

“You taste sweet,” Michel moaned.

“That’s why they call me Candy,” I giggled. I grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth back into my cunt. “Don’t stop licking until I explode on your face!”

“Oui, Mademoiselle!”

I shuddered in pleasure as his lips sucked on my clit, sending lightning bliss flashing through my body. I gripped his hair harder, grinding my pussy on his face. I loved his rough whispers rubbing my sensitive flesh, driving me wild.

His fingers kneaded my ass while his tongue swirled around my clit between hard sucks. He nibbled on it. He drove me nuts while his whiskered chin rubbed into my folds. I loved it. I squirmed and gasped, grinding on him, my pleasure building and building with delight.

I couldn’t believe how fast my orgasm was hurtling towards me. All the boredom and the fear had twisted inside of me, and now I needed a release. A hot, powerful release at the hands of this sexy cop. I groaned, rubbing hard on him as my body twitched and shuddered.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Oh, Frenchmen know how to eat pussy!”

I came.

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, while inside, my cunt rippled with passion.

“The storm’s cumming, just like me!” I groaned, watching more lightning flash as rapture thundered through my body. “Keep licking me!”

My first orgasm peaked in me, but I wanted more. And his tongue was building me up to a crescendo of pleasure. I shivered, more ripples of delight shooting through me, making me squirm and groan. My eyes fluttered. I bumped harder, smearing my hot flesh on him as he kept licking me. Kept devouring me.

“Mmm, I’m gonna flood your face. You’re going to drown in my sweet syrup!”

Sweet rapture jolted through my body as my large orgasm grew closer and closer. I was so near to that wonderful peak. His tongue probed my cunt, nose rubbing against my clit. I loved his tongue in me, stirring me around, driving me so wild.

I held onto his hair so hard as I swayed. My eyes rolled back into my head. I groaned and gasped, the pressure building and building in me. His tongue flicked up to my clit again. His teeth nipped it just hard enough to burst rapture through me.

I came.

“Yes!” I howled as my orgasm crashed into me like a hurricane slamming into the shore, whipping pleasure throughout my body.

I moaned, my back arching while that glorious climax surged like a storm-driven wave through me. I rode high on the rapture, staring out the tiny window, watching the lightning flashing orgasmically.

A woman’s face peered back through the window, fiery-red hair lit up by the lightning, something dark staining her lips.

“Holy shit!” I gasped, leaping away from Michel, my heart thundering in fear. “There!” I tried to say more, but my tongue was tied with fear. All I could do was point at the window.

“What?” Michel asked, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“Face!” I gasped out, still rapidly pointing.

Michel stood up and opened the window, sticking his head out. There was another flash of lightning and then the rain, driven by a gusting wind, came down in a hammering sheet against the side of the building.

Michel peered around, growing soaked. “We are on the second floor. There is no trees or ledge for person to stand.”

“There’s nothing out there?” I asked, finally gathering my thoughts as my fear receded. Had it just been my imagination? A mere manifestation of the dull fear of the Akula that had plagued me all day?

“No,” he answered, walking back to me with his hard cock pointing at me. “I think it is your turn to…” His voice trailed off and he shouted, “Merde!”

He dived for his clothes.

I spun around and there was the woman I saw in the window standing in the doorway. She was naked, the dark-red stains that covered her face and breasts were unmistakable—blood. The room filled with a coppery, nauseating scent as the woman aimed her gun at Michel.

I jumped.

The gun barked.

Michel yelled in pain, blood blossoming on his chest as he struggled to pull his gun out of the tangle of his clothes. Like a marionette whose strings had been cut, he fell to the floor.

Before I could even react, the woman pointed the gun at me and fired. I jumped as everything went blue around me. The bronze protective amulet I wore about my neck worked, deflecting the bullet.

“That is a neat trick,” the woman purred, walking towards me.

I backed away, fear hammering in my chest. There was nowhere I could go. She blocked the only exit. The wind gusted into the room, driving stinging-cold rain into my back and causing the woman’s fiery-red hair to swirl around her like flames.

The window was open.

I didn’t think—I just turned and jumped.

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