Rhythm and Blues takes place in the world of Blood and Fire, alongside my other supernatural erotic stories Lotus Petals, Angel's Keeping, and several other Free Reads on this blog. As a standalone, it can be read without prior knowledge of the other books, but if you've been following the Blood and Fire tales, I hope you'll enjoy another glimpse into their dark world.
met my black-magic boy on the Mississippi River. There was a jazz festival in
Memphis, a weekend's liberty, release from the ugly house in the backwoods
smelling of whiskey and garbage. I hadn't told Frank I was going, and he'd
throw a shit-fit when I got back. I let one of his bar buddies fuck me for
fifty bucks and hitched my way to Memphis, stopping halfway over the Dolly
Parton Bridge to lean over the railing, smelling the wild green-and-copper
scent of the air.
nineteen, I was already an irredeemably broken thing. If I tipped myself into
the river, nobody would care except strangers to whom I was only an unnamed
girl with so many mysteries.
my brother would notice. His anger would burn like a bonfire as he planned the
punishment he'd give me for leaving him, right up until he shifted into dumb
recognition that I was never coming back. He'd ease the grief with cheap
whiskey and cheaper pussy, and I'd slip out of his mind.
wasn't a word deep or ugly enough to encompass how I felt about Frank.
I stood there, wind whipping through my dirty brown hair, I found myself crying
and laughing all at once. No wonder death was attracted to me, hunting me by my
jazz performances were held in the bars along Beale Street. That's where I
found him: under the dim orange lights, I caught him glancing at me from across
the floor. I shot him a wink and nodded towards the stage, where the band
danced through a smug, sultry piece. The boy looked Cherokee, I thought. Sharp
features framing serious eyes, and when he smirked I grinned to see confident,
sensuous lips. His black hair was pulled into a ponytail, and I let myself
admire him as I mulled over my drink.
problem came when the bartenders switched. The new lady caught my fake ID and
called security to boot me from the bar. I swore at the bouncer, flipping him
the bird before turning my back to wander off in a huff—I forgot about my
black-magic boy...for a while.
found my way to Lee Park on the Mississippi. Most folks didn't care for the
smell, but I was entranced with the mellow, indifferent song of the river as I
sat, marveling at its bigness.
looked up—it was the boy from the bar. As he sat down, though, it was clear he
wasn't that young. The planes of his face looked a little sharper, though no
less handsome; his eyes were the color of burnt umber.
I replied, extending my hand. "I'm Ronnie."
he said, taking it. Something pricked me and I snatched my hand away—a little
bead of blood welled up on my knuckle.
sorry," he murmured. Raising his hand, he showed me a jointed
knuckle-ring, styled in the shape of a diving owl. The head and beak formed a
sharp point over his fingernail.
I murmured, despite the scratch. "Connor doesn't sound very native."
easier," he explained.
gave me a smile—his teeth were perfectly white, perfectly straight.
he said. "White owl. You like
the river, Ronnie?"
love the river," I gushed.
"I've never seen anything so pretty in my life."
small talk was silly but still charming. Like the river, it meandered.
you have a cigarette?" I asked after a few minutes.
got some dope..."
dug a baggie out of his pocket and rolled a joint. I liked the way his dark
eyes glittered, like stars were hidden behind his pupils.
lit up the joint and handed it to me. The smoke was smooth, sweet, and sort of
I said. "Nice."
little personal touch," he said with a wink, before taking it back. He
brushed his fingers past my ear. I felt cool metal brushing my earlobe, his
"Wow," I muttered again. As he
dropped his hand from my hair I saw he'd snipped off a lock of it with the
are you doing?" I murmured.
a little black magic, Ronnie."
"That doesn't sound very native,
not," he purred. "That, I
passed the joint and as our fingers brushed against one another, I caught my
breath; the contact sent blissful electricity through me.
gave me an even smile. I thought something changed...but I couldn't quite put
my finger on it. His hand slid to my thigh, sending a rush of ticklish pleasure
Danvers," he whispered.
giggled. "How'd you know my last name?"
closed my eyes, letting a tiny moan escape me. I
needed this man to take me. As
his fingers walked down my spine, I straightened. They tapped down my
vertebrae, but with my eyes closed I could imagine them fawning over my tits, tracing
down my skinny hips, and cupping my ass. I took a deep breath and exhaled with
you come here?"
brother," I muttered.
one with the short, black hair?" he said.
I said. "How did you know?"
hate him so much," he mused. "You want to kill him."
thought about how to do it. The cheap knives in your mother's drawer."
I said. "But how—"
you know owls are omens of death?"
couldn't follow his questions. I wanted his hand between my legs, fondling my
pussy and feeling how wet I was.
are guardians of the dead," he went on. I felt his breath on my cheek and
I could smell him: spice and vibrant native florals, aromatic sage and
kissed me. Breathing became hard—I felt
like I was hyperventilating, air sucked from my lungs until he let go.
you going to kill me?" I whispered.
Veronica. You're already dead."
whimpered as his hand left my skin, baffled by how he could not know what he
was doing to me. His ravaging eyes were black—entirely black, like shining ink.
I realized then what had changed: his canines were long and sharp, now vicious
I said, reaching to touch his teeth. "What are you?"
laughed and leaned closer to kiss me again. At first it was indescribable
bliss—his cool lips, the tips of those teeth grazing my tongue. Again as he pulled away I lost my breath—I choked for air,
feeling cold dread in my gut—and a quiver in my loins.
am I, Veronica?"
I said. My pussy throbbed for him.
moaned against his lips as a swell of pleasure went rolling through my body. I
pushed against him.
here?" he asked.
I said. "Yes, I don't care."
something of a slut, are you?" he jeered.
need to feel you inside me," I
chuckled. "I knew it." He kissed me again. "Take off your
did as I was told and offered him my naked tits. My nipples were stiff and
throbbing with pain; the cool night air chilled me.
you do anything I told you to?" Connor whispered.
I muttered, choked with emotion. Nothing had ever been more important. He was
so casual—so indifferent to my nakedness. I didn't even know if he was hard.
off your jeans," he commanded, and I did. The panties followed and I lay
obediently on the sand, opening for him.
slipped two fingers into my pussy. I arched my back, pressing my cunt against
chuckled again. "You are horny,
stripped off his shirt and started kissing my throat. He worked his way to my
tits, nibbling hard, eliciting pain and pleasure. I clutched at him; I wanted
his cock. If I didn't get it, I
thought I'd die.
me," I begged.
made me whimper as I reached for him. His fangs were wet and erect, and I
wanted them biting me. He undid his
belt and unleashed the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen: long and straight,
hard as it sprang up from naked flesh. He pumped it in his fist, the head
sliding through the sheath of his foreskin. I wanted to climb to my knees, take
him in my mouth—but I felt pinned to the sand, frozen in intoxicated
got down again, looming. The park around us was silent, as though the very
birds and ripples of the river were afraid—but
it only fluttered at the back of my mind as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He bit the tip of my breast, making me cry out.
taste amazing, little slut," he muttered.
you going to kill me?" I asked again. "...drain me?"
no," he muttered, fitting himself in close against my body; I could feel
his cock sliding along my cleft. "I'm not a vampire, honey...but I am going to fuck you till you wish you were dead."
moaned. I'd lost my mind—I didn't care if he left me a brainless husk.
slid into me, sending a shock of pure bliss through me. I cried out in
pleasure, wrapping my legs around him. He bore me down into the sand, making
each slow stroke a long, terrible torture.
gave three quick, sure thrusts, teasing me to a higher pleasure and then slowing,
driving me mad.
"Please," I begged. "Fuck me,
come in me—"
pressed down, bringing those fangs right up to my earlobe.
I satisfy the little slut?" he asked.
hitched me closer, plunging deeper. Every stroke made me hysterical, an ecstasy
I'd never, ever felt before.
come in me," I whispered against his ear. I was so close. "Come in me..."
grunted, his eyes still black as pitch with no glimmer of color or light in
orgasm came like a thunderclap, a long, mind-blowing height. I dug my
fingernails into his back as I pressed my cunt closer, and then with great,
shuddering satisfaction he was coming.
rode the high for a long, terrifying time. I forgot who I was, where I was—all
there was for me was the bright explosion of pleasure, his cock and cum filling
me to the brim.
fucking there was kissing. When Connor kissed me he was breathing in my breath,
drinking it from my lungs as I choked. I thought this was it—he lied—he was
going to kill me.
could be like me, Veronica," he murmured, running that ring down my cheek.
You can do it...you've thought about it already...the cheap knives in your
woke up fully clothed. Connor was nowhere to be seen. There was nobody in the
park at all; it was abandoned.
wasn't sure what had happened.
You can be like me.
You've thought about it
head was full of disturbing fantasies. I saw what he wanted me to do: I saw the
image of naked flesh and blood laid out in the wilderness, where no one could
see. I knew the words to say; I could smell
the acrid, sour whiskey and unwashed skin, death lingering over a familiar
figure. Connor had drawn me a map. A map to make me like him.
heart pounded in my chest. I heard the rush of blood in my ears, and when I
thought of him—Onacona—I felt arousal
bloom in my belly.
The cheap knives in your
he'd promised me...just a gleam on a blade away.
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