Interracial Erotica -
Claiming The Slayer
By Charisma Knight
Published on November 28, 2010
Part One of a Two Part Installment:

Ulhulrikas, a powerful Vrukolakas from the small islands of the Greek Archipeligo seeks to claim vampire slayer, Kiara, ultimately making her his blood slave. Their heated cemetery dance of dominance each night adds to the smouldering carnal desires they possess for one another. Once Ulhulrikas stakes his claim on the beautiful slayer, can he convince her to spend eternity with him?

Part One

IRE Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked

Breathing evaded Kiara as she prowled the cemetery, careful not to step on any unmarked graves. She’d slain many creatures of the night, but Ulhulrikas was a Vrukolakas like no other. Not only had he evaded and outwitted her on numerous occasions, but he’d also invoked lustful primal passions deep within her. For that, she hated his guts, and for a slayer, this was unacceptable.


Out of all the vampires, only two clans fought for dominance over humans. The Romuls, an ancient and feared race of blood-thirsty vampires. These vamps were gladiators who were sired in the days of Christ, and gorged themselves on flesh, as well as blood of their victims. Another clan, the Vrukolakas hailed from small islands of the Greek Archipeligo, and although not as savage as the Romuls, possessed the powers of the ancient Olympians. Many obtained willing blood slaves and preferred living under the radar, as a way of co-existing with humans.


For six months, Kiara dedicated her life to destroying all vampires, even though it had been the Romuls who destroyed her family with savage pleasure. It was for this very reason she experienced guilt whenever she fantasized about satisfying her lustful cravings with Ulhulrikas.


He was tall, about six foot two, and always dressed in black. His long black hair was styled in a razor cut that framed his chiseled features from hell, contrasting well with his alabaster skin. Black eyes danced with maddening lust whenever they fought. If she didn’t know any better, she’d thought the thrill of their fight aroused him as much as it did her. 


Stubbornly, she ignored the pulsating beating of her heart and the hardening of her nipples, painfully straining against her bra. Her loins burned with want for the dark lord of the night, and it pissed her off to no end.  The thrill of the fight was the very thing that brought them together.


The wind stilled, as though something willed it to do so, while insects ceased their night songs. She paused, as voices of the dead whispered their warnings to her. Blocking it all out, Kiara stole a sharp breath and focused on what was to come next. A branch snapped, and soon after, she heard him speak.




She halted at the deep, rough voice and closed her eyes. The demon bastard sent unwanted shards of pleasure skittering over her body. Gasping, she closed her eyes and clutched the wooden stake.


“Turn around, Kiara,” The voice came again, causing strong sensations to center in on her clit. Her lips parted as her pussy convulsed, bringing forth a strong flow of cream from her body.


“Prepare to die!” She shot out, as she quickly turned to face her prey. Or, was she the prey at the moment?


Ulhulrikas leaned against the large marble headstone and crossed his arms. His magnetizing gaze sliced through her, like a razor. A part of her sought to run away, but another part, the darker half commanded her to stay, and bare her soul, amongst other things to the dark lord of the night.


“But, I’m already dead, tigress,” he said with a smirk.


Kiara frowned as she fought to conquer the relentless swirl of emotions, refusing to lie dormant. Her slayer instincts demanded that this thing, was not human and needed to be killed. She struggled to maintain her composure, but knew it to be in vain. The sight of him sent her reeling into a realm of desire she could not comprehend.


“Cat got your tongue?” He asked, flashing a bit of fang.


“Through me, you’ll meet your final death, and the world will be a better place,” she said in bitter fury. “One less Vrukolakas I have to deal with,” she said with as much animosity she could summon.


Her eyes widened as his smirk faded. She watched as she felt centuries worth of lust sear her soul as the vampyre seductively snaked his tongue between succulent lips. An undying promise was veiled on the actions, and her vision of him ravishing her body with his immortal delights ignited her libido further. He promised hours of sinfully sweet passion he’d built up behind centuries worth of darkness and madness, would all be hers to experience, if only she’d surrender.


“You seek to sate your rage with the destruction of us Vrukolakas, when in fact, it is the Romuls you should be hunting,” he stated, in an unemotional voice. Black eyes pierced her soul, and she glanced away momentarily. When she looked at him again, he spoke to her without moving his lips.


“Be mine! Be my blood slave,” his voice echoed throughout the chambers of her psyche.


“Never!” Kiara grunted, summoning enough mental capacity to carry out her quest. Without thinking, she charged her adversary with everything she had.


“So be it,” Ulhulrikas hissed, dodging the point of her weapon. She cursed beneath her breath, but knew he heard it because of his faint snicker. Romul vampires were slower than Vrukolakas. She’d learned this the hard way the first time she fought with him. He moved at the speed of light whenever he chose.


For a few moments, he vanished from her sight. Why the hell did the son of a bitch have to resurface? It irritated her how he’d managed to evade her when other Vrukolakas were so easy to destroy. He sure as hell was making her life difficult.


“Come out, you fucking asshole!” She called into the night, experiencing a hint of wooziness, kissed with underlying tones of fear. Even so, she’d never admit she was no match for this beast.


“Stop fighting me, slayer,” the vampire spit out. “Stop fighting me,” his voice floated around her, almost soothing her aura.


“Don’t want to fight, just want your head on the end of my stake,” Kiara seethed. “Get your ass back here, now!” Her temper flared when she heard the malevolent laughter.  He loved toying with her.


“Your beautiful when your pissed, you know that?” Ulhulrikas appeared directly in front of her, hands stuffed in his long black leather. “Why do you fight that which you cannot understand?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.


“Because, you’re a demon that needs to be killed,” she rang out in frustration, almost delivering a quick front kick to his family jewels. She shrieked in anger when he stepped back, quickly lunged forward, grasping her black motorcycle jacket and hurled her high into the air, slamming her to the ground with a “thud.”


She shuddered when he bunched her raven layered locks in his hand, forcing her head back while holding his enticingly handsome face close to hers. “I don’t kill! Well, I will honor your challenge to a fight, but be warned—" He fixated his gaze on her exposed neck. "I am not to be held responsible for my actions, once my beast is fully brought to the surface,” he announced through his fangs. Their closeness aroused her full force, and she whimpered as their gazes meshed with one another when he slowly rose to his feet. His eyes were no longer black, but green that shone like two electric orbs in the black of night.


Quickly, she hopped to her feet, failing miserably at dodging the blow delivered to her right cheek. When she hit the ground, she released the stake, and before she could reclaim it, Ulhulrikas kicked it from her reach. Panic set in as she scurried through the grass while still on her back.


He smiled again, and she lost it. Determined to wipe the shit eaten grin from his face, she rose and charged him once more. Her right fist connected with his chin, making him curse. Seeing another opening, she aimed for him again. He grunted while blocking the blow to his midsection. If only she could fend him off long enough to get to the stake.


His breathing was erratic, as was hers. Ulhulrikas’ nostrils flared as they continued their deadly cemetery dance of dominance. The adrenaline rush mixed with unbridled desire heightened her blows, knocking the vampyre off balance. She lunged at him, several times, and missed. A few times, he’d allowed her to hit him, but once realizing he was toying with her, she began to shake in fury.


“You are no match for me,” Ulhulrikas said in a low growl,“ touching his chin. “You got a good shot in, but realize, it will be the last,” he purred, making her ache with want.


“Fuck you!” she grunted before charging him. He blurred, and before she knew it, she’d been slammed against a large tree.  She winced in pain as he slowly backed away from her.


“Oh, you will, before the night’s over with,” he said with a straight face. “C'mon," he beckoned. "What are you waiting for?”


Kiara released a war cry as she rushed in, turning slightly on her heel, delivering  a round house kick to the vampyre, which sent him hurling into a headstone, breaking it in half.


“Come on baby,” give me more, he panted, as he floated to his feet. “Promise not to use my powers,” he breathed as she charged, pushing him to the ground. Instantly, she found herself straddling him, with her arms stretched behind her back, one of his large hands holding her wrists together. She knew if he desired, one hard yank would dislocate her shoulders from their sockets.


His cock stirred against her throbbing pussy and visions of him shoving it balls deep inside her filled her head. Instinctively, Kiara gyrated her hips against him, and closed her eyes. When she opened them, he’d flipped her over on her back, capturing her between his strong legs. He bent down, briefly brushing his lips against hers. Caught in green depths, she knew her body’s reactions weren’t from him using his power of persuasion on her.


“I can give you so much pleasure,” he whispered in her ear before grazing her neck with his fangs. He bucked his hips hard against her mound, making her shriek with desire.


“No,” she whispered, feeling the discomfort of her dry throat while noticing how her chest heaved up and down uncontrollably.


“Yesss,” he hissed. “First, I must teach you a valuable lesson, for wronging me as you have,” he murmured. “Don’t deny us of this pleasure.”




“Rid yourself of these guilty feelings. We are meant to be together. It is what it is, Kiara,” the beast breathed.


Without warning, she head butted Ulhulrikas, and thrust him aside, just enough to scramble to her feet. Shaking her head, she silently chastised herself for almost giving into her body’s cravings. To garner her strength, she separated her mind from her body.


“What’s your point?” He demanded as he rose to his feet., baring fangs. “Is it because you’ve got me under your skin so badly?” he asked with menacing laughter.


“Shut up!” she said, searching the ground for the stake. “


“Yeah, you’re pissed because you lie in bed, pleasuring yourself, wishing with every fiber of your being that it was really my hand stroking your pussy,” he said with a grin. “You imagine my tongue capturing your arousal when you scream with insane pleasure.


What he said was so true, but still struck a chord in her. She charged him, but he grabbed her, flinging her to her back. Rage seeped through every pore of her body as she hit the ground.


Ulhulrikas sniffed the air and licked his lips. He grinned as his tall frame towered above her.  “I don’t know which rouses me more. “ He knelt beside her. “The smell of your fear, your arousal, or your blood,” he said, in a growl.  Kiara turned on an elbow in an effort to get away, but he raised a hand and her fast, in his power.


“Be still!”


An unseen force rendered her helpless, and she knew this night would be her last. Her scrambled mind sought a way out of this mess as he bared his fangs.


“Kill me and get it over with,” she demanded, shocked she could speak.  She gasped when he shook his head and smiled. “Why are you doing this?”


“You’re so naïve, slayer,” he breathed through flared nostrils. “I don’t seek to destroy you, but you’re always hunting me, and to be quite honest, it’s pissing me off,” he said with a snarl.


“But you’re a—


“Gods woman!” Ulhulrikas seethed. “But I’m a demon, yeah, yeah! I get it!” His eyes glowed with venomous fury, and the red around his black irises became more apparent. “I hunt, but do not kill my prey. “ He stilled his words for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. “I blend into society, when I'm here, in your world." She heard him swallow several times. "Other than that, I'm alone, in my own realm," he said regretfully.


“Let me go or kill me,” she muttered through clenched teeth.


“Utter madness,” he hissed. Ulhulrikas shook his head in defeat. “Do you have a death wish,” His eyes narrowed when she didn’t answer. “I guess there is only one way to show you I speak the truth.”


In a flash, the vamp picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.


“Put me down, you freak!” She screamed.


“Hush!” he muttered.


“No!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as her surroundings became blurred. Wherever he was taking her, it was at the speed of light, and for all she knew,  she was possibly miles, perhaps, oceans away from her home.


Kiara wasn’t fully prepared for Ulhulrikas’ large hand connecting with her rear. “OW!” She bit her lip because the pain sent awesome shocks of pleasure to her clit. “Oh my God,” she gasped before sucking in a sharp breath at the realization she’d totally creamed her panties.


“Did you like that?” He growled as he rubbed her behind through her jeans, eliciting a whimper from her parted lips. “You should have listened. I told you to be quiet,” he said in a husky voice. “Once we return to my lair, then you can scream all you want.” She stiffened when he laughed his infamous demonic laugh. “Then—no one will hear your howls of pleasure and pain.”


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Kiara must have passed out, because when she awoke, she found herself lying naked, on her side in the center of a large elaborate bed draped with black and gold velvet covers. Warm breeze cascaded from a large squared opening of the ceiling above the bed, causing her nipples to swell. She smiled as she marveled at the beauty of the full moon, which appeared to be magnified, solely for her viewing pleasure. She gasped in awe as the moon’s magical beams illuminated her beautiful mocha skin.


Propping herself up on an elbow, she gasped as she looked around the majestic bedchambers. The floors were glossy black marble with glittering gold flecks. The walls were the same. The ceilings were high, and supported with large black columns, also adorned with flecks of glittering gold swirls. She could of sworn she heard waves crashing, off in the distance, and became slightly startled as a familiar, unseen presence graced the room.


“Kiara,” Ulhulrikas’ voice murmured from somewhere in the large chamber.  She closed her eyes as his words seemed to dance over her skin, like millions of tiny fingers, sending chills careening down her spine.

“Where am I?” She asked with ease.


“Where you want to be,” Ulhulrikas’ voice spoke softly to her before he appeared in a long black flowing robe. “My darling, you look beautiful under the light of the moon.” He appeared to float toward her. “Even more beautiful than when you are in warrior mode,” he breathed huskily.


Kiara attempted to get up until Ulhulrikas waved his hand, and some unseen force pushed her to her back, holding her fast. His black eyes began to glow with lust as her arms were drawn above her head. From nowhere, thick black silken ties slithered over her arms, tying themselves to her wrists.


“Let me go,” she pleaded, suddenly knowing his true intentions.


“I cannot,” he whispered.” With another wave of his hand, Kiara’s legs were spread wide as another set of thick black silken ties appeared, snaking themselves around her ankles, and held, by the unseen force. 


Ulhulrikas shed his robe, exposing his chiseled physique to Kiara. She gulped as his large, anaconda like cock twitched, dripping with excitement at her lying sprawled naked and helpless across his bed.


“You are mine, slayer,” he said, as his eyes continued to dance with sadistic lustful yearnings. “My patience wears thin, and let it be known, from this night on, I claim you as my own.” He ceased his speech for a few seconds, then let out an appreciative, deep purr. Then she knew he’d scented her desire. “I positioned you in this manner so that you’re completely vulnerable to me,” he said with a smile that inflammed her insides.


“No!” she screamed. She almost hated him now more than ever. Squeezing her eyes shut, Kiara wanted to pummel him with all she had inside her. Secretly, deep down, she quivered with sexual excitement as her arousal dripped down alongside her thigh. “Ulhulrikas, I swear, if you don’t take me back home right now, I’ll rip out your black heart with my bare hands!” Her chest heaved uncontrollably, almost in time with the convulsions of her pussy.  Liquid heat gathered beneath her plush ass cheeks as his incisors lengthened. His eyes now aglow, appeared to mix with the light of the moon. Mischief danced in the green orbs as a dark chest appeared on the bed.


“Relax beautiful Kiara,” he murmured. “I intend you no harm,” he said, opening the chest, pulling out a familiar looking sex toy. “I need to lick you, drag my fucking tongue up the inside of your luscious thighs, through your slick juices, as my beast rolls slightly to the surface,” he said almost in a demonic voice.


“Oh, fuck,” she mumbled and pumped her hips a few times as his sinfully sweet words triggered the start of a demanding orgasm.


“Recognize this?” he asked with a smile, as the familiar hum of her vibrator caught her attention.


“Bastard!” She screamed as her body detonated into several phases of climaxes. She peered at him through hooded slits as the mind numbing sensations left her gasping for air. Damn him, for possessing the ability to get her off with mere words.


“What about this,” he asked, pulling out a black gold tipped vibrator. Moonlight glinted off his fangs as he lay between sprawled mocha legs, violating her wet, wanton flesh with her own toy and his tongue.


“Uhh,” Kiara moaned, then suddenly bit down hard on her own lip. This was one power struggle she couldn’t afford to lose, but her body had other things in mind.


“Don’t fight me, sweet Kiara,” he breathed as he gently tickled her labia with the toy. Slowly, he entered her and pulled out. Gently, he continued his teasing strokes, until the entire toy disappeared inside her aching pussy. She began to shudder and squirm as Ulhulrikas’ strokes became more demanding and harsh. Her deafening screams of pleasure echoed throughout the bedchambers while she arched her back, and shuddered in pleasure.


She gritted her teeth, damn near biting her tongue. “Ulhulrikas!” she belted out in fury, until the vampire bent down while he continued savagely pumping the toy in and out of her body. A thick tongue swiped at her engorged clitoris. The swelling bud threatened to burst if touched again.


“Call my name in pleasure, not anger,” he hissed through gritted teeth before blowing on the tasty nubbin he planned to devour. “Do you think you’re ready for me,” he asked with a devilish smile. After all, we Vrukolakas are gifted with girth and length.” He winked at her. “Think you’re body will adequately harbor my cock,” he mused, as his nose wrinkled in an animalistic way and a deep growl dredged up from his mighty chest.  “I want you so bad, until it destroys me,” he growled as he tossed the vibrator aside, and ascended her body.


Kiara moaned as large cool hands grasped and squeezed her breasts. Tears of pleasure formed in her eyes as she helplessly observed Ulhulrikas flicking his thick tongue across her chocolate dipped peaks.


He paused momentarily, to watch her moan in pleasure through narrowed green slits. “Say my name,” he said in a deep groan. He roared with anger when she violently shook her head.


With a growl, he entered her with one swift thrust of his hips. Kiara’s pussy gripped him hard, as demanding spasms violently rocked her body, milking, and clenching Ulhulrikas’ cock with so much strength, he roared, pushed deep inside her, and held on for the ride. “Motherfuck!” he hissed through gritted fangs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he groaned. His roars of pleasure slightly rocked the bedchambers, she was sure.


“Untie me!” she demanded, as she felt him swell inside her. He pumped so hard, he’d scooted her towards the head of the large bed. Immediately, the black ties loosened, and her arms and legs were free to wrap themselves around his pale, hardened body. Her cries of pleasure echoed in the room, along with his demanding howls. He plowed his cock deep inside her as their cries mingled with the hard slapping sounds of sweat laden bodies.


“Do you want me, slayer!” he hissed as he quickened his pace, and she was forced to keep up. “Answer me!” he grunted as the ground began to shake, or was it another gut wrenching orgasm he managed to invoke from her body? She wasn’t exactly sure until it hit her like a locomotive, coursing along at top speed.


“Yes!” She screamed in pure unadulterated pleasure, allowing her reservations to melt away. She’d wanted this all along, for the last six months. She screamed, and licked her lips at Ulhulrikas’ furious pace, while howling in pleasure at his brutal pounding and his demonic cry as he came deep inside her.


“Fuck, you’re fucking insatiable!” he moaned in a deep voice, as he continued pounding into her, his hips violently jerking as another release wracked his demanding body.


Kiara howled, and thought she’d seen stars dancing before her eyes as another orgasm bolted through her body, like lightening as he found the sweetest spot on her neck, penetrating it with his fangs. Then another hit her so hard, she thought she die as she sobbed in pleasure and exhaustion.


Collapsing in a sweaty heap, Ulhulrikas wrapped his muscular arms around her tired body, possessively turning her over on her side. Although she didn’t smile, somewhere deep inside, happiness bloomed from the darkness she’d held within.


“Sleep now,” Ulhulrik commanded, and the slayer became drowsy.


“What will happen when the sun rises?” she asked with concern as she wearily pointed towards the ceiling.


“I am a product of the Olympians,” he murmured against the crook of her neck. “I possess the god given ability to exist in the sun. More will be revealed when you awake. No sleep, slayer,” he murmured sweetly with the wave of his hand.


Kiara gasped at that small bit of knowledge as her body became numb and she fell helplessly into dark slumber.