over the vault's decorative lid, the life of them draining away in a red flow of thick essence. The blood seeped into the vault's cra

the vault open like a complex art puzzle. Each latch and intricate lock releasing u

steam proved a different matter. With one with of his canine nostrils, Zamson became hooked. The

What emerged from it rose som

hite as pearls. The sight forced Zamson's furry brow to narrow. The vampyrial female lifted from her tomb as if deat

hey overlooked the ghastly, liquid-like flow of her c

to make sense of the sounds flooding her mind, and her nostrils flared and snorted.

of moondust, which

yrial female as she slipped from her tomb, shooting a brute scowl towards the male. Her thick brow w

was nude and curvaceous, perked breast round and profound, sitting firm and pretty like

t one look at him, how handsome he appeared, force

le that mean

ng

nner senses. It was a rush, an unexpected thrill of delight and need stroking him in ways that not even simple touc

t was uncertain as to when it

her lips locked to his; tongues felt as if they mingled for eternity. F

ing him to taste more of her. To kiss her. To grope her skin, her thighs, her fat, heart-

he sultry weight of lust as Zamson desired to claim this provocative

would be the last time she sampled this one. Her cat eyes shot wide open once her throat felt the pressure o

o her vampyrial nerves. In that lethal second, a monster took over her appearance, a ferocious mutation of

readlocks latched around his arm in a flash like swift tentacles that waste

smashed her legs in protest as she eyed him from above. Her dreadlocks stretched to a new goal: his ne

lt. It spelled ruin for Zamson. The ancient recove

The restraint behind her ropy hair was something

hot furnace—her golden glare now scorching embers. A hellcat removed of her slumber. Her a

pyrial kind—Naia; ascendant of the red nig