“Sexual arousal sadly doesn’t win out over the smell of piss. But it’s fine, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances to smell it after this. I am surprised you didn’t notice last night.”
“I was too distracted to notice the difference.” Harlow shrugged. “Mainly, I was thirsty and well, your arousal smells like a muskier salt water taffy to me, so not that different.”
Foxx frowned. “Salt water taffy?”
Before the dhampir got a chance to explain, Micah snapped, “You sadistic fucks!”
He glared at the bound vampire. “If you know that…then why stupidly draw my attention back to you?” He sighed. “Well…the show must go on, I guess.”
Foxx shot, and then shot again. He kept shooting, even as the sound and smell of burning flesh filled the air, until he had used every last drop of holy water. The man’s screams had gotten higher with each shot, until the sound was almost a whistle.
Fully hard, Foxx stood there smiling as Micah helplessly wailed in pain. Cries now hoarse, tears and sweat poured down the man’s face while his one foot knocked into the ground with the little movement he could manage. “I-I’LL TALK! I’LL TALK!” Micah sobbed desperately.
“Wow, sothat’sall it took. Some holy water to the goods.” Harlow sighed, sounding put out.
Foxx giggled. “I mean…most men would sacrifice a leg and more over their dicks, so…” He shrugged. Eyeing Micah, he made his demands. “Tell me, how many followers did you have with you? And where did you drop Harlow’s weapons?”
“T-there were…” The man shuddered. “Twenty-five, including me. And…as for his weapons, there’s…a lake, a few miles back behind the house, we dumped them there.”
His smile widened. “Oh, good. You killed them all, Harlow.”
Foxx had counted the bodies while Harlow had attempted to clean off some of the blood. The pieces had added up to a total of twenty-four people.
“You done with him?” Harlow asked.
“Yep!”
Setting his gun down, Harlow stood up, cracking his knuckles. “Good. My turn.”
Micah’s gaze flicked to Harlow, fear growing in his eyes. “I-I t-told you what you wanted… L-let me go.”
Harlow threw his head back on a laugh. “Like we would.”
“Delusion at its finest, for sure,” Foxx snickered. “Though…to note, if he loses any more blood, he won’t stay awake, no matter what you do to him.”
“Noted,” the dhampir growled.
The smell of flesh as it melted and charred under Harlow’s butane torch made Foxx’s nose wrinkle in disgust, even while the rest of him heated up. At this point, his clothes felt too tight, his body feeling like it was on fire, while his cock pulsed painfully, and his hard nipples ached. Foxx was dying for Harlow to take a break and help him release the pressure that had built up.
As Micah’s screams ramped up into a high-pitched whistle, Foxx shuddered. His prick twitching in his pants, he felt multiple drops of pre-cum slide out, joining the others.
“That’s better,” Harlow drawled with a low laugh. The right side of Micah’s neck was a blackened, melted mess. The bite mark that had once been there was now unidentifiable.
When the dhampir moved on from the vampire’s neck to one of the bleeding stumps at the end of his arms, Foxx decided…he was done waiting. With Harlow’s back to him, while the man continued to work, Foxx stripped down. Folding his clothes nicely on the floor, far away from the mess underneath Micah, he searched the jacket Harlow had long discarded on thechair. Guessing as to where the man would likely keep shit, he searched one of the outer pockets, smiling on finding just what he’d been looking for—lube.
Quickly as he could, Foxx tore it open and…opened himself up, doing his best to keep silent. Considering how loudly Micah was screaming, it was likely unnecessary.
Shuddering, he spread his fingers inside himself, licking his lips as he traced the dhampir’s wide shoulders with his eyes, the muscles in his back… Not to mention the man’s taunt ass that seemed to be perfectly displayed in his jeans…
When Harlow stepped back away from Micah, and turned the torch off, Foxx slipped his fingers out of his hole with a small whimper.
The vampire’s screams continued, even though the dhampir was no longer burning him. Setting the torch on the kitchen table, Harlow turned around, his brow rising on spotting him.
Foxx smirked as he moved over to the man, resting his hands lightly on Harlow’s taunt stomach. The dhampir’s gaze swept over him, his light brown eyes darkening. Staring up from under his lashes, Foxx slowly slid his hands over Harlow’s chest.
“Need something, brat?” the dhampir asked with a smug smile.
“Mhmmm, I need a lot, old man,” he purred, while his gaze flicked to Micah.
