Kill ‘em With Kisses
By Kelly Conrad writing as
Sugar & Spice Press
and it is Hot! Hot! Hot!
Barnes & Noble
Roman Von Drake was evil. He was wicked, and he was the worse kind of vampire known to man—an incubus. Not only would he drain your blood, he would enter your dreams and drain your psyche. He had two weaknesses, cock and ass. He lived for the moment, indulging in anything that felt good, and if that was draining the blood of his victims, so be it.
And then he met someone.
Jett Ryker was a normal man that lived from nine to five like everyone else. He had a job, an apartment, and a hate for vampires. The city had become overrun by vampire-type killings, but these vampires looked like everyone else. They were modern vampires that didn’t have to adhere to the ancient rules of the vampire. Under the cover of shadows the vampire struck, draining blood from their victims, their corpses left in alleyways, cheap motels, on city streets, and even in cars parked along the curbs.
Jett decided to stop it, and talked his friend, Adam Strong into forming a gang against vampires. Together they would stop these slayings by hunting them down. But one night Adam was killed by a vampire. This put Jett in a weakened state, and that’s when he met Roman. Roman was a hellishly good looking man who had all the earmarks of a vampire, but because of his hellish good looks, Jett decided to check him out before he gave him the final heave ho.
The next thing he knew he was in bed with Roman experiencing the most mind-boggling night of sex he’d ever had. Jett wasn’t strong enough to withstand Roman’s seductive attempts, so he and Roman began an affair, with Roman draining him of all his will, and almost his life. This put Jett in a sanitarium where he received treatment from different doctors that wracked their brains trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
Zach London was a highly respected doctor, but he was a maverick in his field. If London couldn’t cure a patient, then he couldn’t be cured. He was a member of the Pentecostal Holiness church who believed in handling poisonous snakes, drinking poison, and exorcising demons. This odd ball was called in on Jett Ryker’s case.
When Roman heard about Zach, he knew he was a threat, so he pulled away from Jett, and traveled into a dark land where a man by the name of Motega lived. He was supposed to be an expert in religious sects, and Roman wanted to know how to handle this man who proved to be an enemy. While Roman was gone, Zach brought Jett out of his lethargy, and made himself his guardian, and brought him into his home. As might be expected, they fell in love, and Roman lost Jett. When Roman learned of this, he went chasing after Jett to get him back, and had a plan. But when he was working out his plan, Poisson, the witch who had put a hex on Roman removed it, and he became normal.
In the dramatic conclusion, Roman learns that Jett and Zach have fallen in love, and after one night of three-way sex, he decided to leave since he felt he was just in the way. While he was gone, Motega contacted him and told him that Jett was in trouble. Roman went back and learned that Adam, Jett’s best friend who had been bitten by a vampire was after Jett. Roman came to Jett’s rescue, killed the vampire, and that’s when Jett realized he truly loved Roman.
After they buried the dead body of Adam, they lived happily ever after while thumbing their way to California.
Excerpt... Kill 'Em With Kisses
Roman Von Drake beat himself up as he walked away. How could he have let his conscious get the best of him again, denying himself of what he needed most? He could have made that conquest easy, but he was just human enough to remember how it felt when he was the one on the other side of that worried face. Hell, some vampire he was. Deciding to head on home and dine on a glass of blood from his wine bottle, he got into his car and revved it up. Just as he was about to pull out, he happened to see something in the distance that caught his attention. He watched as the silhouette of a man moved toward him. When he finally walked into the dim street light, Roman’s eyes widened when he saw the biggest cock and balls he’d ever seen moving around in a pair of cut-off shorts. Not only was Roman hungry for blood, he was also hungry for a cock and ass, and he knew this man could provide both. So, moving very stealthily, he pulled his jacket back to reveal his naked chest all the way down to his waist, and waited as the man came closer. While his gold necklaces sparkled in the dim light, he happened to notice that the stranger also had on a net half-shirt that showed off his six-pack abs to perfection. Roman had seen enough. He quickly got the man’s attention.
“Hello,” he called out from his car.
The young man turned and looked, a wary look on his face. “Hi. What do you need, baby?”
The stranger’s words told him a lot. “Just directions, that’s all.”
“Yeah? Where to?” he asked.
“I think the name of the street is White…something or other.”
“You might mean Whitehall.” He turned and pointed toward a street up ahead. “It’s up this way about—”
“Are you going my way? If you are I could give you a lift, and at the same time you could show me where it is.”
The guy hesitated for a moment, and while looking Roman up and down, his gaze stopped at his naked chest, and his crowded crotch. “A hundred dollars, sweets, take it or leave it.”
“Get in,” Roman said as his gaze raked over the guy hungrily. “What’s your name?”
“The name’s Pepe.” He reached down and began tugging at his cock that was beginning to stiffen so much that it was difficult to keep it confined in the crotch of his short shorts. “By the way, “I operate out of the Sundowner Motel around the corner.”
“The Sundowner it is,” Roman said.
Pepe quickly opened the door and got in. “So what’s your name?”
“Roman Vo… Just Roman.”
“No last names, huh? Very smart. Dark night, ratty motel…what kind of lovin’ you want? Keep in mind that kinky costs extra.”
“Lots of kink,” Roman said as his glowing eyes slid around at his prey.
“Good,” Pepe said. “I could use a little extra money.”
“I’ll try not to disappoint you,” Roman mumbled as he pressed on the gas pedal, and the car leapt forward.
The motel was everything it promised. Even though it was old and ratty, it seemed to make a stab at being clean and livable, but all the ragged edges, the less than comfortable mattress, and a loud toilet gave away the motel’s secret.
But it’s condition didn’t matter to Roman. All he wanted was a hard cock. A hard, magnificent cock throbbing against his. He wanted to push this guy’s thighs open, and tear into his ass. He wanted to claim the dick he’d seen earlier. The one too big to be confined inside a pair of cut-off shorts. From the looks of it, it was plenty long enough, wide enough, and hot enough, so much so that Roman knew it would be hard not to treat this guy rough. Hell, who was he kidding? He didn’t need to play nice with this whore. Instead he began acting like some pothead who’s choice of dope tonight was forbidden dick. He felt like a crack head who just couldn’t resist one more hit of that sweet, smooth, slick pipe that had his jaws tight and his mouth literally aching to taste it.
As soon as the motel door was closed, Roman had his own cock out. His breath was coming hard, his cock growing to an enormous size, and the fire inside him leapt so high that he quickly slapped Pepe against the door, turned him around, and with one stroke, he slid himself inside his ass with a hard slam. The welcoming hole of this male slut seemed to be begging, needing every thrust and stroke and motion that Roman gave him. He could almost feel the walls and floor moving as if they were about to give way.
Roman’s rough treatment had the whore yelling, his arms reaching upward, and his nails scraping the walls and leaving little scratch marks on the already scarred up surface. And then just as an orgasm was about to flood him, Roman pulled Pepe down to the floor, and gave one last thrust as he hunched his back, opened his mouth, extended his fangs, and then quickly buried them in the neck of his prey.
A river of blood flooded Roman’s mouth. It was warm, sweet, and tangy, and very soon, the edges of Roman’s appetite began to smooth into the warmth of satisfaction. And then suddenly Pepe began bucking. At first Roman thought he was fighting him, but then realized he was in the throes of passion, and was being carried away by the whirling sensation of hell fire as he tumbled down into the nether regions. Roman needed just one more hard, stabbing thrust, and made it with a grunt. When he felt his hot, fiery cum fill up Pepe’s ass, he felt renewed, and looked down at the whore’s lifeless body.
“Was that kinky enough for you?”