In Search of Flesh

By JL McCale

Raya was brought from the darkness and given an almost human body. Alard has no body. He was born as soul alone and roams longing for human things he can't touch or feel. An ancient vampire, Conrad, promises to help him, to give him flesh. With vampire hunters coming, Alard only hopes they all live long enough to make his dreams of being with Raya come true.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Feb 7, 2012
• ISBN: 9781554878246

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Raya was brought from the darkness and given an almost human body. Alard has no body. He was born as soul alone and roams longing for human things he can’t touch or feel. An ancient vampire, Conrad, promises to help him, to give him flesh. With vampire hunters coming, Alard only hopes they all live long enough to make his dreams of being with Raya come true.

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In Search of Flesh

Copyright © 2011 J.L. McCale

ISBN: 978-1-55487-824-6

Cover art by Angela Waters

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In Search of Flesh

By

J. L. McCale

Chapter One

Raya touched her naked skin, tracing the pink vine like marks on her thighs. She lay on the bed, naked, enjoying her new appearance. Her skin was very white with pink lines running the length of her in a strange pattern that was really no pattern at all. It reminded her of chaos, of nature.

No one seeing her now would recognize her as the spider creature that had helped Gershon escape Veris. She appeared much like a Goth Barbie with her pink and white hair and strange tattoo looking marks. Best of all, sunlight no longer hurt her. She could walk in the light and not fear the sun.

A strange chill filled the bedroom where she rested. It had to be Alard. Since her rebirth to something almost human, he spied on her. On occasion she caught his outline when she bathed. The steam would rise and mark his silhouette. Twice this week she could have sworn he had been in her bed. Each time she pretended not to notice and when she finally acknowledged him, he kept silent. It was a fun game they shared.

Alard, what are you doing?

He failed to answer.

She chose to explore this body further and torment the ghost-like man in the process. Raya spread her legs wide, touching the slit that grew moist whenever she knew Alard was near. It felt good. This body was far more sensitive than her old one. She silently thanked the vampire that stuck the silver coin in her leg and brought on this transformation.

The lips around her slit were bright pink with a bud in the center. She liked touching that part best, but she never touched it first. She enjoyed starting in other places until her skin tingled. There was more to her odd indulgence. Touching herself was never enough. She preferred to imagine Alard doing the touching.

Raya touched the folds where she joined, tickling the lips that hid her special places. It made a chill run through her. Still she imagined Alard doing the touching, using his ghostly fingers to toy with her.

Oh, Alard.

She stuck her finger inside the hot opening, liking that more, but wishing for more substance. It still felt nice, the in and out motion. It made every part of her more sensitive. She touched her little pink nipples, also liking the way it sent a thrill to the moist place.

Why do you torment me so? The voice came from in front of her, but he remained invisible, a silly peeping Tom.

Because you won’t touch me. I guess you’ll just have to watch instead.

He appeared at the bottom of the bed, long dark hair flowing down his ghostly form. Alard always appeared dressed. She wondered why, if the clothes were manifestations of his will or part of him.

Stick two fingers in.

For a moment she only looked at him, wondering if he might join her this time. His ghostly eyes filled with hunger and so she obeyed, moving her two fingers in and out. The movement stirred something deeper in her. Her nipples hardened as she watched her hand touching these private places.

She started rocking her hips, moving against her hand. It wasn’t enough. She needed more, but didn’t want Alard to see her desperation. The best part of touching herself was knowing Alard was there. She focused on that, spreading herself wider, displaying herself for him.

I like touching this part the best.

She reached and stroked that pink nub at her center. A surge of electricity sparked to her core. She rubbed it harder, waiting to see what Alard would do or say.

That’s your clit. Do it more. Rub it for me.

She obliged, letting him watch. Something strange built inside her, growing in intensity until her thighs started trembling. Raya had no idea what was happening, but there was something amazing about doing this in front of Alard. She watched him, then looked down at herself.

All at once it hit her, a release, an intense rise and fall. It frightened her and stole her breath at the same time. She lay there gasping, unsure what she had done. Her slit was very wet now and a strange satisfied feeling settled into her being.

Was that your first orgasm?

Raya wasn’t sure what it was called, but she nodded. The strange act left her feeling hot then cold, so she climbed beneath her blanket.

Alard stayed at the foot of the bed.

Won’t you lie with me a moment?

A sly smile crept across his