Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema [Public domain], via WikiPaintings


Hewa pushed against my hips, coaxing me to thrust further into her husband’s mouth. A few more nudges and I was fucking his face, my hands knotted in his hair. Her nipples were hard points on my back.

Opening my eyes, I watched his full lips moving over me. Hewa massaged my asshole, and that was all I could take. I grunted and spent my seed in his mouth.

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.