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Hi, it's Devlin and welcome to another episode of Wild in Bed.

Now, you know this podcast is best enjoyed laying on your bed.

You can just go ahead and put your earbuds in, close your eyes, and surrender to the pleasure of my voice.

This week we're going to be doing a little dark, paranormal erotic story.

So when you're ready, just go ahead and take a deep breath, hold it for a moment, and then release it with a sigh, letting go of any tension, any stress.

For the next thirty minutes or so, it's just you and my voice.

This is your time, your time to relax, your time for sensuous satisfaction.

As you listened to Entwined in Blood, Andrew surveyed the skyline of the city as his hands grasped at the railing of the balcony.

He could still remember the first day he arrived here, when there were no bright lights, no skyscrapers, no cars, and the million plus population had been a scarce twenty five thousand.

Things have been so much easier then.

Life was brutal and typically short for someone like him.

He could go unnoticed with ease, But now he to explain his wealth.

There were son of a bitches being paid just to poke around into his finances, his assays, and to investigate every suspicious death.

Life was much tougher now, despite the growing numbers of people Like tonight, he had better things to do than talk to this bloody cop.

Who the hell was she Like a predator looking for a fresh kill.

She'd been stalking him for weeks, prying into every aspect of his life, and all because one little pedophile happened to die.

He could smell her hunger.

His grip tightened on the railing.

Not Tonight, Tonight.

He had to appear normal, He had to appear human.

He could no longer dispense with the annoying gnats of humanity as he wanted.

The gentle rumble of traffic forty two stories below irritated his senses.

Things have been so much quieter.

Yes, you had the screams of people as they met a brutal end, the endless bar fights.

Now the noises were the metal boxes on wheels, another thing that made his life just more difficult.

They were entirely unneeded and unwanted.

He nonetheless had one.

It would look out of place not to but he didn't need it and only used it when he might be seen traveling one nights like this, when it was moonless, when dark shrouded every corner, he had absolutely no need for the preposterous metal coffin on wheels.

These humans are spilled out over the land like a virus.

They had destroyed so much, and yet sought to punish anything that destroyed them, anything that was different.

Arrogant, They were self centered.

They were food.

Turning from the glare of the city, Andrew returned to his penthouse.

One advantage of this modern world had been the homes gone with the dusty cellars and damp ridden castles.

The penthouse was spotlessly clean and comfortable, one such luxury he had learned to enjoy over the years.

His shoes echoed through the quiet penthouse, sweet as he walked over the hardwood floor, standing for a moment in front of the log fire that did little to warm him.

Like most things in his existence, an a meager warmth was transient, made them more so by time, meaning nothing to him.

What were a few minutes when you already had been on this wretched planet for over six hundred years?

The flames reflected in his black eyes, memories rising behind them, memories of those years in New Orleans when the air had stank of the burning bodies of his brethren.

Without thinking, Andrew rubbed a wide scar on his arms.

The humans had known back then, they had understood, and for years had learned to live alongside his kind.

But then the churches came, the religion that deemed his kind evil.

Forgotten were the agreements, the promises.

Forgotten was the protection of the population as a whole.

They started worrying about the few and forgot the many.

A few lives were saved every year, but hundreds more were lost to wars and battles that had been so much better than they were in charge.

Shaking his head, this was not the night for morning those he had lost.

This was the night for putting this curse behind him for once, and for this curse that was Detective Jennifer Hopkins, the name that caused him to WinCE at a betrayal that had happened centuries ago.

Friends comrades who had sold them down the river at the first opportunity.

His kind had given them the ultimate gift, a timeless existence, for their loyalty, and they were repaid with the unending fires that destroyed all but Andrew alone for the rest of time because of the betrayal of this blood.

Pulling the cuff of his shirt sleeve tight and straightening his cufflings, he regained his composure.

He hated this woman with the passion he hadn't felt in years, her hard headed arrogance, her belligerence to all that had gone before, that fire in her eyes, the gentle curve of her breast, a silky skin on her neck that was so inviting.

It had been so many years since he had tasted a woman fully to drink of all her life essence.

Modern life had certainly fucked up that for him, not a single virginal sacrifice in over three hundred years.

The phone rang with a single tone.

She was downstairs.

Time for him to drip charisma.

Picking up the receiver of the voice of the elderly concierge echoed Detective Hopkins, to see you, sir.

She says she has an appointment.

Very good, I'm expecting her.

Send her up.

Positioning himself opposite the elevator doors, his body set in a way that was meant to be imposing and throw a rough guard.

The door slid open, and for the first time in three hundred years, Andrew looked into the familiar gaze of a Hopkins soul.

With a ghost of a smile, he gestured her to come inside.

Detective Hopkins, a pleasure.

I have heard so much about you.

Please come in, make yourself at home.

Mister Strooy, thank you for seeing me.

There is much we need to talk about.

Andrew stood in the doorway of his home, his eyes fixated on the woman from his past, the woman he'd once been promised to, the woman he'd hated for three hundred years, the woman he'd once loved.

Can I offer you a drink?

Wine, water, tea?

He asked, his mind, adding poison acid.

I'm fine, she said, taking a seat on the corner sofa.

How can I help you?

His voice stripped, forced cheeriness.

There was an unfortunate death recently of a one Liam Charter, a very bloody, gruesome death.

I wonder if you had heard about it, her eyes narrowing as she spoke, Well, yes, I've seen it on the news.

Very sad affair.

I believe he was a pedophile, That's all I know.

I'm afraid his voice, full of what he hoped, sounded like sadness.

He was a pedophile, it's true, but he was also about to give evidence against a child trafficking ring.

Unfortunately, he died before he could get the case to court.

But he didn't die at the scene.

What we held back was that he died three hours later.

We were able to keep him alive with the blood supply, as his body had almost entirely drained of blood.

Shocking, Andrew said, his voice, having no need to pretend, as he was definitely surprised.

He had felt his life pulse drift to nothing.

He had watched the man die, He had drained him completely.

How could this be?

It was lucky because he managed to give us some information about his attacker.

Have you ever heard the word dragaru, mister stragoy, I've not heard it from any one's lips, but my own in over three hundred years.

For we don't need to mention that, Andrew thought to himself.

No, what does it mean, he asked, wondering if she knew, could she remember?

It means we're a wilful vampire, a man who changes himself and drinks blood, she said, in a cold, matter of fact kind of way.

Interestingly, it hasn't really been used in a few hundred years, apart from in the voodoo communities of Louisiana, so he was part of a voodoo community as well as being a pedophile.

I'm sorry, but the man probably deserved to die, he said, his gaze holding her is a long minute, the air crackling with the hatred burning between them.

I still don't understand how I can help you, officer.

Let's be honest.

I don't give a fuck about the pervert, she said, her voice level and hard with anger.

I have looked for you for over three hundred years after you deserted me, left me halfway through our ceremony, when your family sold us out to further your own interests.

I was the only one that survived that night, and that's only because the mob you sent didn't see me as I hid in the crypt.

Before she knew it, his hand was grasping her throat with his long, strong fingers, holding her face absolutely still, as a flaming heat in his eyes bored into her soul.

It took every bit of strength he had not to sink his teeth into her lovely neck and drain every ounce of blood from her body.

Don't lie to me?

When will you learn I can see your lies?

His face rigid with anger, his teeth flashing brilliant white between his grimacing lips.

His teeth flashing brilliant white between his grimacing lips.

All of my brethren were butchered that night.

The smell of their burning flesh still haunts my dreams.

You will pay for their suffering tonight now.

Jennifer gasped desperately for breath as his grip tightened.

Frantically, she reached into her pocket, removing the bottle.

She fumbled it as she struggled to remove the lid.

Panic flooded through her body as she felt the veil of unconsciousness moving over her mind, her eyes closing, She weakly managed to drop some of the clear content over Andrew's hand.

His skin seared as soon as the clear liquid made contact gently, smoldering, fucking hell woman, he screamed in agony, that's two of those scars your fucking family have given me, and it will be the last, lashing out with his hand, the back of it, hitting her hard across the jaw, sending her reeling backward.

Nursing his still smoldering hand.

The rage of anger moved through his body as he stalked Jenny across the room.

It had been so long since he'd fought like this, centuries, The adrenaline coursing through his veins of blood less stronger than ever before, filling his body with needy desire for the first time in years.

His tailored pants stretched with his growing erection, pulling a crucifix out of the pocket and holding it steady in front of him, forcing him to keep away.

The repulsion of the church and all it had done to his family filling his mind, sentries of reluctance of even approaching a church, keeping him where he was.

Drop the crucifix, Detective Hopkins, it's only annoying me, he said, in a slow, deliberate tone.

Jenny shook her head, refusing his command and still panting from his attack, she gasped to get her breathing back to normal.

Andrew's eyes drifted from the crucifix, watching the rising of her breast as she panted, her red nipples just underneath her shirt, and true the vision of blood lust, that vein of pure hot passion that ran from her neck through her breast, her stomach, and the pulsing heat that only he could see burning between her thighs.

Entranced by the heat of her desire, his own lust grow his cock painfully hard with sentries of pent up need.

Without realizing it, Andrew growled low and hard, a soundful of animal desire, of lust, of need.

Suddenly aware that her eyes were no longer on his face, but somewhere much lower, Andrew grinned at the wildfire growing between her legs, the way her tongue caressed her lips, that lust that filled her mind.

Forcing her eyes back to his face, she gasped, You deserted me on our day, our night, you bastard.

You left me cursed, neither one or the other.

I was left existing between both worlds.

Your family sold us out.

I've seen the paperwork your family told the church exactly what was happening in exchange for our land, he said, taking a step forward, forcing her backwards.

We never got any land.

We were all butchered that night, apart from me.

Tears welling in her eyes at the memory that never faded, never left her mind.

Another stepped forward.

Jenny took a step back, her back forced against the glass doors of the patio.

That's not what the paperwork said, Whether they betrayed you or not, your family's intention was to sell us out that night, His eyes hungry, caressing every curve of her body, Memories of that night flooding back.

She was the only human he considered worthwhile back then, the only woman he had wanted to share his fate with.

I don't know anything about that.

We were going to be forever and twine that night.

If they sold you out, they would have sold me out as well.

So it doesn't make sense, she whispered, a single tear drifting down her cheek at the memory of that night, how all her dreams were lost in a matter of hours.

He was everything she had wanted, and it was taken from her, her future gone, as she was left to roam the earth alone.

Another stepped forward, centuries of lust, of sexual desire, overcoming the reluctance created by a simple crucifix.

Reaching up almost gently with one finger, Andrew caressed the tear from Jenny's cheek, studying it on the tip of his finger, before turning his burning gaze towards Jenny.

How can I trust you, he whispered.

I can smell your desire, your need, my bloodluss, can see the passion burning through every vein of your body.

But how do I know I can let my guard down with you?

Pushing the poud of his thumb across the side of her head as his fingers entwined in her hair, letting the crucifix drop to the floor, Jenny's hand inadvertently brushed the front of his pants, stroking his hard erection just beneath the material, the erection that she had been promised, the erection she wanted inside her in so many ways, it was meant to be hers, And whatever happened that night, she had been cheated of three centuries of that hard cock inside her.

Damn, she was pissed.

Finish what you started that night, Make me yours, the now forever entwine us and save me from this purgatory you cast me into She glared at him, defying him to deny what she knew he had promised.

She was so fragile, so soft, so fucking breakable.

It would only take Andrew a mere few seconds to leave her a lifeless body of nothing but skin and bones.

It arise her delicate flesh.

In the provocative way she was touching him was driving him mad with need, the need he hadn't felt for far too long.

Reaching past her, Andrew opened the door onto the balcony, ushering Jenny into the night air.

Very well, but once I take you the same as before, there will be no turning back.

We shall be entwined.

Yes, she gasped at the words she had been waiting for centuries to hear, the last words she expected to hear to night.

The split of a second, something tightened in his chest, which was absurd because he didn't allow himself to have such feelings.

With the urgency of three sentries awaiting funneling to his body, his erection was achingly hard, but not near as hard as it would be in a few minutes, and grasping at Jenny's shirt, he ripped to open with the harsh kiss of the icy nightair, forcing a loud moan from her lips.

She pushed her breast forward, wantonly aching for this beast to touch them, to make her feel his desire.

Andrews step closer, his hand lifting to her face, where he kissed her deep and hard, dragging his growing in sizes over her tongue.

As they breathed each other's desires.

His hand grasped her breast, roughly, forcing them out of her braw, his fingernails dragging along her burning knobs.

Memories flooded her mind of how much she wanted this, how much she ate for this.

Lifting a breast in one hand, he dropped his head, dragging his adcisors along that nipple, making her shriek with pleasure.

Before biting it.

His hand lowered, forcing the stitching on the button of her skirt to break in one harsh movement, the cold nightair pummeling her pussy as her skirt fell to the floor.

Eagerly, his fingers pushed her panties to one side, exploring her damp folds, probing inside with delightful precision as he teased that spot that coolsed her legs to shake.

Her fingers grasped his dark hair, pulling it tight against her, urging him on, urging him deeper.

His free hand moved around her, his long fingers grasping the cheek of her ass, pulling her on too his fingers as they thrust into her wet pussy.

Already, Jenny could feel a lust dripping hotly down her thighs, her need to come burning inside, her need to succumb, her need to become his standing proud, Andrew looked more dominant, stronger, Running his fingers through her hair, he held her head tightly before kissing her again.

Jenny's hands moved to his belt buckle when fastening his pants and trying to wrap her fingers around his growing cock, stroking her hand roughly up and down his shaft, forcing a growl deep within his chest.

Andrew turned her and bent her over the banister, her hair blowing in the night air as she stared at the city below.

He parted her thighs, forcing his cock hard and deep inside of her, and then he stopped, with his cock fully inside his hand, Grasping her throat.

He pulled her head back next to his, his lips tenderly kissing her neck before he whispered Are you ready?

Yes, she moaned, for years of desperate frustration coming to a head in this one moment.

His other hand moved down her stomach, his thumb rolling over a click and forcing pleasure to move through her body.

As he leaned over and closed his mouth over the delicate flesh of her neck.

He bit hard, tasting the delicious metallic tangue of her blood, which had its cocks swelling inside of her.

With the satisfaction of his bloodlust, he began thrusting into her slick heat, her lips stretching around his girth as he pushed harder, Her lips stretching around his girth as he pushed harder, deeper, bottoming out with every endless thrust, drinking her blood.

His hand rubbed her clip viciously as he fucked her like an animal possessed Jenny man softly, then louder, grabbing at the rayleigh for support, jaruting the fire even more inside of him.

He fucked into her again and again, lust burning through them both as her orgasm burned up her body, the fire of desire spiraling from head to foot, the flames spinning faster and faster, hotter and hotter, until it exploded on her clet, sending an earthquake of an orgasm shuddering through her, Turning her quickly, Andrew dropped to his knees and sucked on the hard numb of her clet with wicked desire, dragging his teeth along it as his fingers pushed inside her still trembling pussy.

It was impossible for Jenny to decide if a new orgasm started or the last one just continued, as his licking and sucking pushed her over the edge, and her body exploded in another beautiful orgasm that forced her head backwards, the stars in the night sky becoming a blur as loss of blood an intense orgasm clouded her mind.

Standing up and holding her tightly, Andrew pierrutted them but so his back was against the railing.

It was yourself, he commanded.

Dropping to her knees, Jenny submitted to his command and took his swollen cock between her lips, wrapping her tongue around him, before sliding her lips up and down its long shaft.

His first drops are pre come, teasing down her throat, giving Jenny energy as she stretched her lips around his throbbing erection, taking him deeper and deeper.

Andrew grasped her hair in both hands as his body tense, his balls painfully tightening.

As his body roared with the knee to release, Andrew drew in a deep breath, then fucked into her mouth viciously with frenzy, wild pulses until it was there, right there, fuck, fuck, Andrew pulse thick jets of warm come into Jenny's throat while she continued sucking hungrily, desperately, feeling the energy returning to her body, the wounds of her neck closing up and healing as she drained the last drops of come from his hard cock.

Adrenaline rushed for her body as she dragged her newly growing in sizes along the length of his cock, forcing a loud growl from his body of blissful pleasure.

Keeping his hands in her hair, he lifted her up to his chest and held her tight for a moment before whispering, let's seal this now, baby girl, sliding one finger nail across his chest and cutting his flesh.

A line of blood trickled out.

Jenny drank hungrily, wantingly, feeling her body transforming entwining with his soul becoming his, while something new filled Andrew's chest, a sensation he'd never expected to feel again, the promise of tomorrow, hope, love, and never being alone again.

The chill of the night air disappeared as he held her tightly, the sounds of the city below echoing around them as they remained in the warm glow of their cocoon.

Kissing her forehead, his fingers traced up and down her spine, causing her back to arch.

Here it begins three centuries late, but it begins nonetheless.

So I hope you enjoyed my little bedtime vampire story, and you're tingling in all the right places.

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This is Devil and Wild, wishing you salacious dreams.

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