Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema [Public domain], via WikiPaintings
“Please,” I whispered, touching his lips. Did they know I’d sought Nubian whores to quench the fires they’d fanned in my loins? I moaned as his hands caressed my thighs, moving ever higher.
His mouth reached the soft skin between my legs as Hewa held me and kissed my face. I stiffened as she reached my throat. “Relax, I will not bite,” she whispered, then added, “unless you want me to.”
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.