Wednesday

The Vampire Corrin Cross




Corrin was born, Anastasia Corrin Croscova. Born into a life of privilege, she was the youngest child of King Croscova, King of Germany, in the year 1042. King Croscova was a merciless ruler but he was a softhearted husband and father, unless you crossed him. Corrin had always felt powerless and at the mercy of her very powerful father. He controlled everything in her life but not directly. There was a legion of servants on hand to dull out the orders given and make sure that Corrin did adhere to them. Fear had her trapped for years, and that was why she had her rules in place.



Landry’s thirst for blood had increased and so had his sexual desires. So Corrin had him brought two young and beautiful ladies, both would serve as food and pleasure. Corrin had explained to him that his desires would change as he had changed from a simple fisherman into a blood crazed devil of the night. His days had become a prison, locked away from the sun’s rays, and his night’s a battlefield on which he was a hunter and everyone else was now his food and enemy. Corrin was his teacher and savior, she was all he had now and she kept him very close to her. She favored him over her more than two dozen loyal family members, all of them chosen by her over the centuries; some of the most beautiful, and all of them special or unique in some way or another. She was particular about her family and who could bare the Cross name.


He didn’t understand why she liked to watch as he made love to the women she had brought to him gathered nightly. She seemed to enjoy the sex more than he did, not that it wasn’t pleasing to him it was. However, it was more of a cession to the hunger for blood for him. Stroking a beautiful breast with his tongue kept his mind off of ripping off her pretty head. Hearing her sounds of pleasure calmed him down and made the pain of the unsatisfied hunger quiet for a moment.


       

There was another lovely bare naked lady in bed for him to move to once he could no longer drink for fear of killing the innocent. He had learned to not kill as taught by Corrin, all of them willing ladies begging to be devoured by the gorgeous Landry. He loved to drink from their inner thigh after pleasuring them. 

          


     There were many willing young and beautiful gentlemen and ladies that came to them in every town, province, and country that the Cross family traveled. All the blood and sex could not fill the desire for love that he held on to even after his death, the wanting, the hoping, the complete desperation for love held on to him somehow, and so he was always unsatisfied.



"Endless Love Quenched" 
Book One 
Longing Pulse series by Sam Y Cats


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