Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“Just like that,” I growl, slamming my cock deep into her throat as I come, groaning as she swallows every drop of my hot cum.
She continues to suck me off, milking my cock until I’m completely spent, and then I reach down and pull her up to my lap. She makes a motion to kiss me but I move my head away. I like the taste of myself, but I’m not about to kiss a human on the mouth.
“Turn around,” I tell her. “Take me in your mouth again while I feed from your ass.”
Her eyes widen for a moment and there’s a glint of clarity before it fades away. I can hear her pulse, her heart beating faster now, and the air spikes with a tinge of adrenaline. She’s afraid. Even the drugs can’t bury that feeling. The smell of her fear makes me so fucking wild.
She swallows. “Whatever you wish,” she says, and there’s a waver to her voice.
I decide to cut her some slack. “If you don’t wish for me to feed from you, I will pick someone else,” I tell her. “Regardless, I will have someone watch over me to make sure I don’t lose control.”
She looks around the expansive room draped in red velvet and black leather. In this hidden world, accessed only by a door in a school library, she’s very much alone. Everyone is fucking. Humans with humans, humans with vampires, vampires with vampires. Some vampires are feeding, blood freely flowing into their mouths, watched over carefully by the few vampires that are on duty tonight, their job to make sure that others, like me, don’t end up killing the humans by accident. The old days are no more and human life is to be preserved at all costs, even if not every vampire agrees with that.
I make a motion for Bitrus, who happens to be my dearest friend, to come over to me. He’s just finished fucking a human and looks sated and amiable enough to volunteer.
“Bitrus,” I tell him. “Can you watch?”
He nods, wiping his lips as he saunters on over, his dark skin gleaming with crimson highlights under the red lights.
“And do you still want me to feed from you?” I say to the girl, feeling the power of my teeth as they yearn to sharpen into fangs, my hunger building. “It’s your choice.”
She takes a deep breath, and then she nods. “Yes, take me. Feed from me.”
Then she straddles me. I slide down against the chair so that her ass is in my face, her head at my cock again, a 69.
I grin, savoring the moment. My blood is strong, my power undeniable, and I can feel my fangs pressing against my tongue. She’s mine.
With her ass in my face, I spread her cheeks, every hidden part of her pink and wet and waiting. I press my thumb into her cunt, watching as her back arches and she lets out a low moan.
“Get to it,” Bitrus says to her, baring his teeth in a threatening manner.
It works. She obeys and takes my cock in her mouth. I bring my thumb up from her cunt to her ass and push it inside. She tightens around my thumb and I know all the blood is coming toward me.
While she sucks at my dick again, I lean forward enough to sink my fangs into the soft flesh of her ass. I groan as the blood rushes into my mouth, her taste and scent and power enveloping me. There is so much I can know about this girl by tasting her, so much that she doesn’t even know herself. The blood is a record of history, her history. All that she’s eaten, seen, done, lived—and I can feel it all flow through me as if I’m living it too, albeit in a superficial way, like watching something on TV. I know for a fact that this is the most excitement she’s ever had.
She moans as I suck at her, then the noises turn into a gasp, a whimper, as my teeth are tearing through her flesh and drawing her blood into my mouth. I bring her pain, there’s no way around it, but at least the pain is mixed with pleasure.
I work my thumb into her ass, my fingers sliding through her cunt and scissoring her. The blood is rushing into my mouth and down my throat, a rush of sensation, a burning desire for more. More blood, more flesh, more girl. I want to make her come; the blood tastes so much sweeter that way.
Bitrus meets my eyes. He’s standing by her head, watching my cock pump inside of her mouth. He’s naked, though not quite hard, his focus is on me and making sure I don’t get carried away. After decades of friendship, he knows me enough to pick up on the signs and always stops me before I become too uncontrollable. I don’t like to lose control at any rate, it’s beneath me, so when he starts to edge toward me, his look turning to a warning, I know that my feeding time is close to finishing.