Midori And The Bloodlust Blues: 3rd Night, Part Two

Story by Hardcover

Somewhat appropriate that I'm posting this on Friday The 13th. A monster chapter at forty five pages. Once again there is a heck of a lot of story in this one (at least what passes for story to bad writers like me), and the chapter is split into six sections. Some more new vampire characters are introduced, as well as a brand new monster that will become a major threat later (more then just vampires in this story). One of the new characters, Celeste, is based loosely on a character who appeared in Black Lagoon (the name escapes me at the moment).This is a very violent chapter, just so you're warned. There are two sex scenes this time, the first one is more or less what has gone on before, and the second one is . . . just fucked up. Contains strait, yuri, futa, anal, incest, vampires, some bondage and . . . er . . . a quadruple amputee. Downloadable files included as always. If you like this story, please comment or hit the thank button.

Downloadable RTF file links:

http://www.megaupload.com/?d=498TXHQ6

http://www.mediafire.com/?sharekey=c888615d95957ffc4012e8015643d9c8297822387b2a6b53

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Previous chapters:

1st Night: http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?t=10267&

2nd Night: http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?t=11066&

2nd Night, Part Two: http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?t=14024&

3rd Night, Part One: http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?t=16099&

MIDORI AND THE

BLOODLUST BLUES:

3rd Night, Part Two

By Hardcover

“Come on baby...don't fear the reaper

Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper

We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper

Baby I'm your man...”

--Don’t Fear The Reaper

The small green insect crawled purposefully along the slightly brown twig, moving around within its glass encased habitat, looking as contented as could be. Reginald, smiled, watching it move. It was a rare species, and one of the prides of his rather impressive collection. It seemed to be healthy and happy, and that was all Reginald wanted. He loved insects, as far as he was concerned they were the most fascinating creatures on the planet. Reginald was still fascinated by them even after all these years.

He pushed his small round glasses back up his nose and made a few notes. Reginald was a small man, only about five foot four, with light blonde colored hair that he wore slightly long over his ears and parted down the middle. He was dressed in an expensive brown suit and tie and a white shirt, but was not wearing a jacket at the moment.

He looked around the large room, lined with shelf after shelves of tanks containing all manner of obscure species of insect. Entomology was still one of his primary passions, and one of the many perks of his long employ to the reclusive enigmatic millionaire businessman Luca Raddlav was that his employer gave him plenty of time to peruse it, and adequet space within his sprawling Rio de Janeiro mansion to do so. Reginald was frequently thankful for Mr. Raddlav’s consistent and extravagant generosity.

There was a vibration in Reginald’s pocket as his cell phone rang. He fished into it and picked up the phone, looking at the screen. It was text message from Mr. Raddlav: ‘Reginald, come see me in my office asap—R’. Reginald put the phone away and put down his clipboard, quickly climbing up the steps that led to the door. Whatever he wanted, Mr. Raddlav never bothered Reginald when he was with his insects unless it was something of particular importance. He had better go see what the boss wanted.

The world at large knew very little of Luca Raddlav, certainly no where near as much as Reginald knew about him. ‘Luca Raddlav’ was actually only the latest in a long line of aliases that his employer had used over the years. During his long employ to Mr. Raddlav, Reginald himself had gone by several different monikers and identities. As far as the world knew, Luca Raddlav was a reclusive Howard Hughes like tycoon, shunning public view and running his many business ventures from a place of secrecy. But Reginald knew that he was oh so much more then that. It was still a distinct honor to be his right hand man, and to be trusted with so much.

He made his way through the mansion’s main lobby, a huge expansive room with exquisite furnishings. The room was furnished mostly with dark wood, giving it a nice old world feel, leading most of its inhabitants to refer to it with a bit of levity as The Castle. As he made h

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