Death and Lust
and Vampires!
The Master is a sex vampire. His aim: to dominate through the
glories of the flesh. His minions are beautiful and lascivious and their eager
bodies and warped minds are bent to his evil purpose. The lost Phallus of Osiris is the greatest erotic talisman
known to man and the Master will not rest until he has it in his possession.
Just one woman can help him fulfil his dark ambitions - the one person who still
resists him. Mara, the white witch. Great though the Master's power is - in
Mara, and The Phallus of Osiris, he may have met his
match.
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It was dark in the room. Dark and strangely airless.
But Mara felt no fear. She stretched out her hand
and touched her
unseen lover's hand. Although she could not see him, she knew he was standing by the side of the bed; that he
was naked, and ready for her . .
.
'Come to me . .
.' breathed Mara. And her fingers moved from
her lover's hand to explore his body - running down his flank, his thigh; searching eagerly for the warm
weight of his testicles; seeking out his most
sensitive and intimate places
to tease and excite his flesh; and bring him to her.
She heard his breathing: hoarse and quickening now.
And seconds later, she felt him sit down on the
bed beside her, felt
the soft coverings yield to his weight as he lay down by her side and pressed his hot nakedness up against
her willing flesh.
He was by her side now, stroking her with
knowing fingers that seemed to read her mind, divine her
every dream and wish. His fingers slid down her
body, as though taking
the measure of her, mapping out the fullest extent of the bounty offered to them. They fluttered like
butterfly wings,
up from the firm roundness of her hips to the taut flesh of her tiny waist, and then up still further; until at
last they found the swelling amplitude of her
magnificent breasts, caressing their firmness
appreciatively.
He was kneeling beside her: leaning over her, the
better to toy with her. Mara gasped with pleasure as
invisible hands
cupped her breasts and kneaded their warm and yielding flesh. Skilled fingers searched out the
budding hardness of her nipples and pinched them between
finger and thumb, just hard enough to provoke an
irresistible blend
of pain and pleasure.
'Take me!' gasped Mara, reaching up and touching
the hands which were so knowingly exploring her
body. They were
strong hands, hands she felt she knew well; hands that were strong and sinewy and capable of great violence –
and yet gentle enough to tease, torment,
arouse.
Strong, sinewy wrists and forearms . . . She could
reach no further; so she stretched out her hand to
the side, and felt for
the body of her unseen lover. Her hand made contact with his thigh, muscular and covered with thick,
coarse hair. She slid her hand upwards, upwards,
letting her fingers glide softly over the hairs; and she felt her
lover tremble at the exquisite torment of her touch.
Bolder now, she
let her hand move higher still, and shivered with delight as her fingers brushed against her lover's
testicles.
They were heavy, vital, pulsating with a raw energy
that communicated itself to her as she stroked
their velvety pouch,
weighing them in her palm. Then she let her fingers stray still further, and felt them slide deliriously along
the smooth length of a hard and throbbing shaft
that she knew yearned to bury itself in her.
And as she stroked it, she felt herself grow hotter
and wetter, her juices welling up as though from
some secret spring
deep within her. It was as though she was melting from the inside outwards, as butter might melt
in anticipation of the hot knife that would soon
plough into its
soft and willing
depths . . .
The room was filled now with the fragrance of sex;
the sweet, heady aroma of a cunt well greased, of
a prick whose tip
glistens with the first drops of semen, the first promise of the torrents to come. Mara slid her hand along her
lover's shaft
and ran her fingertips gently over its tip: it was already slippery with love-juice and she shivered again with
the delicious anticipation of its entry into her
most intimate places.
Other Modern Erotic Classics available:
The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford
Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger
The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu
Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu
The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell
The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell
Hogg by Samuel R. Delany
The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany
Sad Sister by Florence Dugas
The Ties That Bind by Vanessa Duriés
Dark Ride by Kent Harrington
3 by Julie Hilden
Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye Lewis
Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg
Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg
The Agency by David Meltzer
Burn by Michael Perkins
Dark Matter by Michael Perkins
Evil Companions by Michael Perkins
Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl
Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald
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