Vampires of Noctra: Blood Bounty

By Darcy Abriel

A vampire with a raging thirst for human blood and erotic pleasure; a man with a secret mission to find and destroy the undead. But lusty midnight passions defy logic. Boundaries and duty hold no sway on the decks of the Night Stalker.

Captain Dontè Lucienne is the vampire captain of the Night Stalker. His crew is human. Men who serve the vampires of Noctra, providing sustenance, as well as loyalty. They are fighters as well as lovers, and devoted to their vampire masters. They would destroy any who tried to kill their captain.

Skye Templeton is a man on a dangerous mission. Plucked from the swelling seas by the crew of the Night Stalker, he’s exactly where he needs to be. Will he come out alive? Or end up as fodder to the lust of the vampirate captain? His duty is clear—at least until he come to know this lusty crew and their magnetic captain. Until he comes under the supernatural, relentless spell of the Night Stalker.

This story was originally published in 2008 by Amber Quill Press/Amber Heat.

CAUTION: This story contains explicit sexual situations and strong language. You must be over the age of 18 years of age to read this story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dream Romantic Unlimited LLC
• Release date: Jan 21, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370474929

Darcy Abriel

Being a Cancer, Darcy Abriel always has been fond of deep, dark places. She’s enjoyed ghost stories and things that go bump in the night since she could first read. When she was in high school, she and her rock band boyfriend and his buddies from the band once spent a weekend in her basement with the Ouija Board contacting a revolutionary war ghost. She’s loved monster movies from an early age, and she’s used to odd looks from people. Facing demons, inner and outer, is one of the things Darcy enjoys most when it comes to writing stories. She calls her office, “the cave” and doesn’t always play well with others. Bu she tries.Darcy loves digging in and creating worlds wicked, and characters dangerous. Dark fantasy and dark erotica, breaking boundaries in genre and gender, blending angels and castrati, demons and gods, humans and succubi. You think you know who the hero is, but do you really? Whether it’s a succubus in “Deadeye,” the Viadine and Diadune in “Nightingale,” a contemporary troubled hero in “Cruel Memories,” or a steampunk dystopian intersexed world like Quentopolis, there’s nothing simple about these stories or the characters. How the heck do you mix gods and cowboys, pirates and zombies, and a whole range of other odd pairings? As far as Darcy’s concerned, the darker the better, the more complex, the more fun. Redemption takes many forms for Darcy’s characters. Take an idea, twist it, mold it, break it apart, and drive that stake even deeper into the quagmire. Spank it, whip it, stroke it, tease it, soothe it, romance it to death.You say it can’t be done? Here that naughty chuckle? That’s Darcy saying, “maybe...maybe not. Let me think about that for a minute. Muse mine, what do you think? Can we rock it hard?” Oh, yeah. Let’s play. Where’s my stash of strawberry Twizzlers, and the peacock blue ink for my fountain pen, the notebooks, the Tarot cards? Let’s do this.

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A vampire with a raging thirst for human blood and erotic pleasure; a man with a secret mission to find and destroy the undead. But lusty midnight passions defy logic. Boundaries and duty hold no sway on the decks of the Night Stalker.

Captain Dontè Lucienne is the vampire captain of the Night Stalker. His crew is human. Men who serve the vampires of Noctra, providing sustenance, as well as loyalty. They are fighters as well as lovers, and devoted to their vampire masters. They would destroy any who tried to kill their captain.

Skye Templeton is a man on a dangerous mission. Plucked from the swelling seas by the crew of the Night Stalker, he’s exactly where he needs to be. Will he come out alive? Or end up as fodder to the lust of the vampirate captain? His duty is clear—at least until he come to know this lusty crew and their magnetic captain. Until he comes under the supernatural, relentless spell of the Night Stalker.

This story is a work of original fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Copyright ©2016 by Darcy Abriel

Cover Art by Dream Romantic Unlimited

This story was originally published in 2008 by Amber Quill Press/Amber Heat

CAUTION: This story contains explicit sexual situations and strong language. You must be over the age of 18 years of age to read this story.

Blood Bounty

Vampires of Noctra

By Darcy Abriel

Dream Romantic Unlimited, LLC

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

AUTHOR BIO

NETWORKING LINKS

1CHAPTER ONE

1The man beneath Donté writhed and cried out, a fragile human life in the throes of passion as the vampire captain fed. Long moments later Donté withdrew his fangs from the pulsing artery in the thickly muscled neck. Blood spurted and fat droplets landed on his lips before Donté could seal the punctures completely with his healing saliva. Finally, the seepage slowed and Donté swiped at the remaining crimson trail lingering across Vasily’s throat, shoulder, and smooth, defined chest.

As second mate, there were few on Captain Donté Lucienne’s ship, Night Stalker, with more authority. Vasily had once been a Russian sailor, scooped from the deadly sea, now serving a vampire captain with no allegiance to any country other than the Caribbean vampire colony of Noctra.

There was no doubt the man served his vampire master with all the loyalty Donté could require in a crewmember. A ripple of sleek muscle shimmered as the young Russian readjusted his position, arms stretched at a wide angular vee to the sculpted headboard of Donté’s bed. The captain gazed down at him, his cock still buried inside Vasily’s tight hole. The mate’s eyes were closed, his mouth slack. He was a man caught in the erotic vise of his vampire master’s pleasure.

The tight heat of Vasily’s passage wrapped snugly around Donté prick, sucking him deep inside. The infusion of Vasily’s blood thrummed through Donté’s body, rejuvenating him, engorging the hard dick and hungry veins with new passion. And then Donté shifted his lean hips. He began to rock, his cock frictioning in and out of the slick, hot channel. Vasily’s eyes rolled, his head dropped back, jaw slack, and his lusty moans filled the atmosphere of the cabin.

Open your eyes, Vasily, Donté commanded.

As though weighted by hidden forces, Vasily’s eyelids slowly lifted. Donté studied the unfocused, dilated pupils that almost completely obliterated stark white, as the vampire captain thrust his hips. Droplets of salty sweat decorated the golden, naked body beneath him. Donté leaned forward to trace a moist path over the sailor’s chest, circling each erect nipple, razing sharp teeth across resilient human flesh.

Donté slowed his rhythm and circled his hips. Vasily cried out. Donté lifted up, reaching between their hard bodies to grasp the stone-hard prick of the young sailor. Human, hot, and needy.

As the ship rocked and swayed, Donté synchronized his rhythm with that of the ship as he thrust into and undulated against Vasily’s delectable body. He reached up to where Vasily’s arms were shackled about his head and stroked a finger along the warm, supple flesh of the sailor’s rigid, ropy forearm, tracing the path of a particularly fat, purple vein. Vasily shuddered.

Please, Captain.

Donté stroked his tongue over Vasily’s bulging pecs, tugged on a nipple, chewing at it lightly. Vasily’s cries crescendoed and dropped, rose again and again, like surging waves lapping at the hull of the Night Stalker. Needy, in delirium, far removed from reality.

Donté’s fangs sank into the supple muscle of Vasily’s chest and the young man cried out, spurting his seed into Donté’s hand. The vampire supped on his youthful, vibrant lifeblood, his cock still buried in Vasily’s ass.

Extracting his fangs, Donté swirled his tongue over the puncture marks, leaving faint red indentations in his wake. He studied Vasily’s chest, admiring the tracks decorated across his warm human flesh. Every sailor in the vampire captain’s crew sported the vampire piercings upon their skin, each crewmember having been personally handpicked by either Donté or Donté’s vampire sire, Captain Sterling Savoir, to serve as members of their respective crews.

Human, well-mannered, beautiful young men, all committed to serving the vampire masters of Noctra Island.

Donté traced the piercings, listened to the thundering heartbeat, the shallow breaths of his lover for the night. This was the second time he’d fed from Vasily in less than a fortnight and he would savor tonight. The young man’s blood was too rich, too addictive. If Donté fed from him once more before the next full moon, he was likely to draw the young man too close to the crossover. He dared not take the chance.

Easing his still hard cock from inside Vasily, Donté lifted from the bed and walked over to the table. It was early yet, hardly a stroke after midnight, and he planned to savor his young sailor until the first misty fingers of dawn cut through the night. At the rate Donté was going Vasily might not last if Donté didn’t slow down. Sips only, no more than a pint of Vasily’s blood or he’d push him too close to the edge. Donté poured some of the finely aged French burgundy into a goblet.

He took a moment to glance up, pinning the other bound man on the opposite side of the room beneath a hard stare.

Do you see what you’re missing? Not quite all of