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penis. The reddened nub protruded from the protective hood. It was round and shiny with the juice of Tures’s excitement. A small push on the back of her head roused her from her fascinated stare and she dropped her mouth onto that thick nub and sucked.
    When she sucked, Tures groaned and lifted her hips so Sam could grab her butt and draw her closer. The swollen organ grew even larger in her mouth. Sam couldn’t believe how big it was. Tures suddenly grabbed Sam, flipped her onto her back with ease and mounted her. The vampire’s clitoris had changed shape to fit the contours of Sam’s sex. It was amazing. Sam lay with her legs spread and Tures’s wonderful breasts right where she could reach them. As Tures began moving back and forth, rocking her hard clit inside Sam’s aching sex, Sam caressed the swaying globes.
    Tures moaned with each stroke. Her eyes were tightly closed and her fangs out. The sight was both arousing and frightening, a heady mixture. Sam lifted her hips to meet Tures’s thrusts. The vampire sped them up until she was creating enough friction to set Sam on fire. Sam arched her back, dropped Tures’s breasts and screamed with ecstasy as Tures bent and latched onto her throat. The vampire moaned as she sucked the heated blood into her mouth. She stopped moving, froze, collapsed on top of Sam, released Sam’s neck and rolled onto her back. Sam lay gasping, her sex a vibrating pulsing organ. After shocks hit her again and again as she lay there feeling like every ounce of passion had exploded from her crotch.

Chapter 8
    Commodore Brighthouse walked slowly around the inside of the submersible craft with his eyes wide. Arthur Tomlinson was assigned to watch him, but was so absorbed by the ship’s marvels, he barely paid him any attention. The Commodore’s interests were similar to Tomlinson’s. They both wanted the secret of the submarine’s concentrated fuel.
    â€œThis could be the breakthrough you’ve been searching for,” Brighthouse said as they both ducked through a low hatch and entered the engine room.
    â€œI can’t believe that creepy vampire captain is allowing us to examine the engines.” Tomlinson sniffed as he entered the chamber where two huge steam engines thumped and pounded as they turned the twin screws of the massive submersible. The air was tainted with an odd chemical odor and smoke.
    â€œI’d be very careful who you called creepy,” Brighthouse said into Tomlinson’s ear. “So far, I haven’t seen any members of this crew who are not and they all seem very dedicated to their mistress.”
    Brighthouse stepped uneasily around a crew member. This one’s face was bandaged and he was missing an ear. The pale priest followed them into the engine room. He was their guide through the ship. His name was Father Antonio and he’d been born in Italy during the Inquisition. He was very quiet and kept his distance, stopping to point out things on the ship he felt they would be interested in. Tomlinson had a moment of concern for Sam. She, of all people, would enjoy this guided tour as much as he. But she’d gone off willingly with the captain and Tomlinson knew she was a lover of women. For a moment, Tomlinson stopped and smiled. Sam deserved some happiness.
    â€œI say, Tomlinson, I believe this strange contraption is making air so we can exist beneath the sea.” Brighthouse had to yell to be heard over the roaring engines.
    Tomlinson examined the pumping machine Brighthouse indicated. The machine contained a glass globe filled with pale-blue liquid and a bellows-like contraption that pumped rhythmically connected to some of the brass pipes that lined the ceiling. “I wonder how it works?” Tomlinson mused.
    â€œThe fluid generates the right mixture of breathable air,” Father Antonio said in a voice that was not loud but carried clearly over the engine noise. “It is then