24 June 2015

[SEXcerpt] Opening lines from Enthralled: Book 1 of the Futanari Vampire Chronicles

I knew I absolutely had to write a series about futanari vampires, but it wasn't until recently that I had a premise and a plot and a heroine in mind. One of the recurring themes you'll find in my writing is this: what happens when we love monsters? Don't ask me why I feel compelled to explore this in everything I write. I have no idea, but goddamn, is it fun and interesting!



Ashlyn discovered the vampire when she saw her falling from the sky like a bloody star. She was lighting a cigar when she heard a sound and looked up. The girl slammed into a fire escape with a clang and bounced off of it in a twirl of limp limbs. Wavy, long red hair and shredded black clothes trailed behind her like a comet’s tail as she fell. She hit the ground and Ashlyn flinched. Then she heard voices above.

“Guns, Orenda? Really?”

There was the unmistakable click-clack sound of a bullet being chambered.

“Shut up, Kristiana. She was a mistake. Your mistake. I should make you pull the trigger, but doing it myself is more fun. You turned a fucking futa? What the fuck were you thinking?”


“No!”

Ashlyn crouched behind a dumpster, taking cover in its shadow. She started as automatic gunfire ripped through the night.

“That ought to do it,” said Orenda, whoever she was, “Let’s get out of here before it gets lighter, and tell Kaden.”

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

Did she just witness a hit?

She should go back, go around, go some other way home.

I’m already nearly through this alley, I’ll just walk past.

Ashlyn didn’t think of herself as a blood-and-guts girl, but her morbid curiosity was too strong. She held her cigar down at her side as she approached the body. Her blond hair slipped in front of her eyes but she ignored it. But she was too transfixed by the bloody mess before her to do anything but stare and slowly approach, as if helplessly towed in.

As she approached, the girl twitched. How could she possibly be alive? Ashlyn gasped and crouched down to get a better look. The girl wore black clothing, and the fabric shone wetly.

Ash, what are you doing?

She reached out as if in a dream and turned the girl over onto her back. Her hand came away red with blood.

Oh, God...

All was blood from the neck down. The girl was absolutely covered in blood. Under her black jacket was a top that had perhaps been white, but which was now soaked dark red. Cut into her neck was a deep gash that made Ashlyn’s stomach sick and hot. It was like someone had taken to her neck with an axe, chopped at her like a tree trunk. And, somehow, she still moved.

With a gasp the girl’s eyes opened, and Ashlyn saw they were an incandescent shade of rose. Even with her horrible injuries and blood-spattered face, Ashlyn could see she was extraordinarily beautiful. She breathed quickly and shallowly and Ashlyn could hear the air faintly whistling in and out through the gash in her throat. The girl’s hand flew up to Ashlyn’s collar and grabbed her with shocking strength. She looked at the girl’s face and the girl looked right at her.

Help me, she mouthed.

The girl had fangs. Long ones.


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2 comments:

  1. Bryce, I just really love your prose. It's very clean, and very descriptive. You show a lot of strong... women... just with dicks... in your pieces and I really appreciate that. CAN. NOT. WAIT. to read this one!

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    1. Thank you! Yes, with dicks. That's my thing and I'm rockin' it.

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