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Vampiropolis 2: Discovering Passion
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2008 Selena Illyria
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Xavier groaned as he stroked his cock. Sweat beaded his skin. He was on fire and needed release. An image of blonde hair and pale green eyes refused to leave his mind. Lida, his mind whispered. He tugged on his balls as he increased the grip on his shaft. He missed her so much. He’d had to leave her. If she’d known the truth, she would have followed him. He refused to put her in danger like that. But he couldn’t forget her; her musky perfume, her long ash blonde hair that fell halfway down her back, her icy green eyes darkening with passion after they kissed.

He wanted to be with her now, to feel her body against his, feel her lips moving against his mouth. Fuck her until they both couldn’t move. Fingers of heat slid up and down his spine as he arched his back. His orgasm was close. His balls tightened against his body. That telltale tingle began as his cock twitched in his hand. A stream of pearly fluid shot in the air, landing on his chest, stomach and arm.

“Lida,” he groaned aloud. He continued to pump his cock until his balls were empty and only small dribbles slipped down over his hand. Panting, he opened his eyes, blinking several times to clear his vision. The scent of sex filled the air. As sweat cooled on his body, his heartbeat returned to normal and his breathing became even. He could hear sirens outside of his window. Shouts and swearing floated out into the night. He released his limp shaft and sat up. Throwing his feet over the side of the creaking double bed, he stood and padded toward the small bathroom of his motel room.

The sound of a shot being fired outside caused him to pause. “Ah, the Sensual District. It’s good to be home,” he muttered, before he continued toward the bathroom. He ignored the chipped and cracking mirror and sorry excuse for light that was being given off by the naked bulb, blinking on and off in its weak attempt to do its duty. He turned the knobs of the shower and stepped inside the small, one-person stall. He didn’t even bother hissing at the feel of the freezing cold water pouring from the showerhead.

He needed to push the thoughts of Lida out of his mind and focus on the reason he was in a rundown motel room in the seedier side of Vampiropolis’ Sensual District. He was here to make a deal and continue on his quest to find out more about the founder of Vampiropolis, Hannibal. He had only two hours to make contact with the seller, and his cousin, Dr. Aki Seiko, was looking for him. She had eyes everywhere. If she discovered what he was up to, she would swoop down and steal the prize.

He was after Badr’s Journal, the account of an expedition that had supposedly found the fabled Lost District, or Hannibal’s District. Aki had scoffed at the idea that Badr’s Journal would help them find the Lost District, but she hadn’t been laughing when they found the Armband of Hannibal, now on display at the Vampiropolis Museum. Aki was just as obsessed with the history of Vamp City, Vampiropolis’ nickname, as Xavier was. The only difference was that Xavier was willing to break the rules to get what he wanted, and Aki wasn’t, although she wasn’t above stealing right out from under him when it suited her...