My second attempt at a Vampire story. This time erotic…
*Chapter 1: The Hunter Fails* The blood-sucking bitch was finally mine. Before me, in the basement under the enormous mansion, stood a black, polished coffin. I gripped my wooden stake and removed the lid slowly. My heart sank to find it was empty. I tried to turn around sharply to look behind me but found myself completely unable to move. All I could do was blink and breathe. Nothing else. A pale, delicate hand appeared from behind me and crept over my left shoulder to place itself on my chest. “Hmm, so close and yet so far!” purred a woman’s voice in an English accent. It was sweet and young, but husky like a fingernail running softly down the back. Another hand appeared and took the stake, tossing it aside with disdain. The nails were long and sharp, like needles. “You won’t be needing that thing darling. Here, let me take a better look at you.” She walked around to stand in front of me. She wore nothing but a black, laced choker, a single black pearl earring, and a piercing in the center of her bottom lip. Despite being hundreds of years old, she appeared as a woman in her mid-20s. Were it not for her large, ruby-red eyes piercing me, I might have mistaken her for someone out of an old black and white flick, her flawless skin was like pale silver, with a very subtle sparkle. Her long, wavy hair was jet black and looked soft to touch. Ugh, no! I couldn’t think like that! She was a bloodthirsty leech! I couldn’t fall under her spell! I tried to break our eye contact, but could only vacate my eyes to other parts of her perfectly sculpted body. Her tits were a little small but perky and inviting, her nipples were almost grey, and the right one was pierced. Her right arm was adorned with a beautiful tattoo of a wolf howling at the moon. She stood scanning me head to toe and smiled. “Very nice. Dark, handsome. Strong, but not too big. Definitely can’t just drink you and throw you away…” I merely blinked and she was now standing right in front of me, her cold hand on my cheek. Her eyes were misleadingly those of an innocent and helpless young woman, but shrouded in black eyeliner, and eye shadow that went from black to blood-red just under her thin, hooked shaped eyebrows. Her nose, chin, and cheeks were sharp and sexy, and her lips were small but thick and black, truer to her nature. She took her hand off of my cheek and fixated her gaze on my neck. *Chapter 2: No Free Will* Still frozen in time, my heart began to pound and I began to scream inside as she opened her mouth, and two dagger-like fangs emerged. I groaned as I felt a sharp, searing pain as she plunged them into my neck, but only for a moment. After about five seconds of agony, the pain softened, and I felt a cold liquid swirl into my neck and then through the rest of my body, which turned the pain into a pleasurable tingling sensation, flowing through me like a river. My eyes softly fell shut, and I felt myself drift off into a meditative, dream-like state. The desperate, fearful thoughts in my head began to dissolve. I went from panicking about never seeing my wife and kids again to forgetting their names, to forgetting they existed, to not thinking at all. The fear for my life was dulled to calmness and thoughtlessness. Not only could I no longer move, but I could also no longer think. I could only stand there and feel this pleasant sensation flowing gently through my body, listening to the vampire joyously suck and slurp my blood. The tingling liquid in my veins began to flow faster, the tingling grew more intense, and my hearing faded out into momentary silence. And then, her voice echoed in my mind. “Valencia,” she said. “Know that name, thrall. Know me, an unending thirst for pleasure, and nothing else.” Out of the darkness of my closed eyes, she walked towards me smiling, wiping my blood from her lips, “Valantha” her name continued to echo in my head. Her eyes turned completely black, and the tingling that was getting faster had seemed to change its source from her fangs nested in my neck, to my cock. Her smile turned to a grin, and she let out an almost deafening cry of ecstasy. It was the most magnificent sight I had ever seen. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to give her pleasure, and perhaps she would return it? My eyes opened themselves, and I was standing naked, my cock as hard as a rock, still tingling and reverberating through the rest of me. I could feel my body again, move if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I was content standing staring at mistress Valantha. She alone occupied my mind, nothing else. I lived for her. That was how it has always been after all right? She walked over to me and wrapped her long fingers around my cock, her fingers underneath and her thumb on top, stroking ever so slowly. “Listen to thrall, you are mine for the next month to play with and to feed on. Fail to impress me, and I shall drink you dry and feed you to my wolves. Do me proud, and I shall make you a vampire. Nobody has ever made me proud.” I had no objections. No opinion even. She hissed at me and flared her fangs, and moved her hand from my dick to my neck, gripping it tightly. “Did you fucking hear me?!” she growled. “Yes mistress Valantha” I moaned in response. “Then fucking answer” she whispered in my ear. “I’m still thirsty. I will drink a little more, then we shall play.” She returned her hand to my cock, her thumb resting on the tip and slowly rubbing it, and she plunged her fangs into my neck once more. I groaned in pain, then smiled. “Thank you mistress Valantha”. Chapter 3 – Settling in Naked. Helpless. Mindless. This is how I lay on the floor of this dimly lit basement, with Mistress Valantha’s silver-like body looming over me, moaning with pleasure as she sucked the blood from my neck. I lay neatly for her on my back with my arms by my side, and she was on top of me positioned like a black and white cat about to pounce, her head nestled into my neck, her back arched, and her ass in the air. Her long black hair cascaded over my face, and her chest was pressed up against mine. Her nipples felt hard, and the silver ring that adorned her pierced nipple felt cold on my skin. I felt no fear, no urges, and surprisingly little pain. My mistress was feeding and wished to play with me afterward, this satisfied me. It was my purpose. She’d promised to make me a vampire if I pleased her, but whether this happened or not made no difference to me. I had no hope or ambition, her will was my will. She pulled her head away and looked down at me, her tongue emerged from behind her fangs and slowly licked the blood from her leathery black lips, her red eyes had an eery glow. She straightened her back to sit up over me, still glaring down at me she placed her hands over her tits and began to softly rub and squeeze them. “Your blood is delicious, thrall. Now sleep, you’ll need your strength when you awake” she whispered in my ear. I immediately fell into a deep sleep. Chapter 4: The First Trial I awoke in a luxurious room. I was laying on the floor on a thick, soft red carpet, looking out of glass doors at a balcony outside. The moon was full and bright, its glow amplified by the clouds that gathered around it. “Wakey wakey darling” purred Valantha behind me. I dare not turn around to face her in case she didn’t want me to. I became aware of a black leather collar around my neck, as Valantha tugged at the long chain attached to it. “Haha, are we shy now thrall? Or is the moon so beautiful that you cannot turn away?” I rolled over to face her. The room was dimly lit by candlelight, which gave a slight orange hue to her mostly colorless appearance. She sat on a large red leather chair, her pale thin legs crossed hiding her pussy, her hair flowing down to her shapely hips. She held the chain in one hand and rested her small sharp chin on the other. “It…it ..i…” I stammered. “Oh?! Are you trying to speak, my dear?” she asked. “It is…not beau..beauty…full. Not beautiful. As mistress… Valantha” I moaned like a lovesick zombie. “Awww, sweet mortal. You’re off to a good start. Come to me!” she yanked the chain with frightening force. I hurried up onto my hands and knees, and scrambled towards her on all fours, like a dog that hadn’t eaten in weeks being offered a bone. Her small black lips curved into a smirk and she bit her lip piercing as she watched me hurry towards her. I waited there on my knees, and she leaned forward and grabbed my head softly by my chin. “Look at you. You came here with a wooden stake in your hand, a cross in your pocket, and a gun on your belt. Toys. Now that’s exactly what you are. A toy.” she feigned sympathy as she spoke. “Usually, a thrall only has the ability to speak when it has been commanded to them, yet you even thanked me when I first took you under my wing.” She threw me to the ground so I was back on all fours. “I wish to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” she turned to a growl, her voice echoing through me. She stood up and lifted her right leg to place her barefoot on my back. She still held the chain in one hand and held out the other, and a black foggy substance materialized around it. It began to come together and solidify into the form of a long whip. She gritted her fangs and grunted as she cracked the whip against my bare ass. A burning sting rippled across my ass cheeks, but it felt good too. Had I done this before? With my wife -… with another woman? Another human? Impossible. Valantha was my entire existence, and always had been! How dare the thought of another woman attempt to cross my empty mind! “Th… Thank you Mistress Valantha! Thank you!” She smiled. The whip cracked again. The pain was stronger, but so was the pleasure. I thanked her again. “Good boy” she purred. She whipped again, twice in succession. One strong, sharp strike on each cheek. “Thank you, thank you!” I could feel my pale little ass cheeks begin to glow red, but it wasn’t enough for me. “Please Mistress Valantha, harder and faster I beg you!” She hissed loudly, “Haha! I like you boy! You truly are out to please!” My dick began to harden quickly as she whipped again and again in quick succession, one two three four, crack crack crack crack! I moaned in simultaneous pain and ecstasy, “Thank you, Mistress! Oh! Thank you!” She stopped whipping and held the whip above her head. It returned to the black mist it was formed from and disappeared. She looked down at me and let out a refreshed sigh as she ran her claws down her pale black and white body. Chapter 5: The First Reward “I grow thirsty again,” she commanded. Mistress Valantha, thirsty? While blood still ran through my veins? Well, that simply wouldn’t do! Immediately I rolled over onto my back, with my arms by my side. She climbed over me as she had before. She hissed viciously at me and her fangs grew longer. “I’m very pleased with you so far darling, and I am not an unkind mistress. As this is your first evening with me, you have earned your reward, just know that you will have to work a bit harder from now on for it. Now enjoy, my precious hunter…” She bit aggressively into my neck and once again began to suck. I lay content, smiling as I listened to her suck and moan as my blood served its purpose of feeding my mistress. As she sucked, she moved her hips and positioned her pussy onto my erect cock. From the tip of the head, I felt her vagina soak in an instant, as if on command. She began to move her hips up and down, softly and gracefully. I felt the top half of my throbbing cock being caressed by the inside of her tight pussy, and I let out a sigh as she moved her right hand down my hip and started rubbing her clit. From where I was lying I could see the cheeks of her magnificent pale ass bobbing up and down as she began to pick up speed. I found myself jealous of the wolf tattoo on the arm she used to finger her clit, as it was closer. She hissed as, without warning, her graceful, careful hip movements jumped to a fast hard fuck. I heard the floorboard underneath the carpet we lay on creak rapidly as it struggled to keep up with her. My cock began to tingle and throb harder and harder as she rode it furiously. We both began to moan and she began to suck my blood harder as her speed picked up even further to levels a human couldn’t achieve. Our moans turned to screams as my cock began to fill up with searing hot cum as she rammed it into her deep, tight pussy. She stopped fingering her clit and grabbed my hair tightly. As my climax approached, she tore her head away from my neck and pierced my gaze with her massive red eyes, a drop of blood ran down over her luscious black lips and onto her chin She straightened her back and I had a glorious view of the vampiress for my climax. As her small but plentiful tits and her wavy black hair bounced up and down as she fucked me like the dirty fucking animal I was, and as we moaned and screamed and hissed, the cum shot up my cock, and I blew my hot load all over inside the mistress. “Oh!OH! Yes! Yes! Oh mistress, fuck! Yes!” She leaned over and planted a rough kiss on my lips. She then stood up off of me and looked down at me. “You are such a good little thrall, I knew it would be a waste to drink you there and then. Thank me for sparing you.” “Thank you Mistress Valantha.” She paused and looked around a little. “…for what?” “Thank you for sparing me, Mistress Valantha.” “Good boy. Now thank me for allowing you the honor of cumming inside me.” “Thank you for allowing me the honor of cumming inside you, Mistress Valantha.” I panted heavily. “Aww, poor baby is tired! Sleep thrall. Sleep. I will awake you when you are required again.” My eyes drifted shut, and I fell into darkness once more. Chapter 6 – Final Awakening For the last of what is now many times, I awoke according to Mistress Valantha’s will. I was naked on my knees beside her as she stood at her balcony looking out into the night, her wolves gathering on the lawn below and howling. She was stroking my head softly, and I looked up to her. She wore a black leather jacket and black hot pants, her pale silver legs exposed to the elements. She looked down at me smiled, her lip piercing and large red eyes flashing at me, her long black hair flowing gracefully in the gentle night breeze. “Wakey wakey hunter. My dear hunter. Oh, you’ve been the best thrall I have ever had.” “Thank you Mistress Valantha” I droned. “Alas, it’s almost time. Do you recall how long you have been mine?” My mind froze for a moment. “I… I have always been… yours.” She laughed and feigned sympathy. “Only a month, my darling. And so tomorrow, I decide whether to turn you into a vampire, allow you to join us… Or I drink every drop of blood in your body and feed your remains to my dear wolves down there.” Again, just as she had told me this before, I had no opinion. So as long the result was the Mistress’ will, I was content. She stopped stroking my head and grabbed my hair. “Whatever shall I do? I think I shall play with you one last time before I decide. Come.” She walked back into the room behind us and I followed eagerly, closing the balcony doors behind me. Valantha removed her leather jacket and threw it aside, it dissolved into black mist before hitting the ground. The same with her red corset, and leather pants. She now stood as she had many times before, her glorious, pale body exposed, with only her choker and piercings remaining on her. I felt jealous of them, constantly one with her skin, particularly the silver ring hanging from her nipple. Chapter 7 – Unholy Final Trial She held out her hands and spread her fingers, and I flew backward hitting the wall. I found myself sticking to it, restrained, my arms and legs spread wide. The Mistress ran her hand down my body from my chest. She grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard, a little too hard. She laughed as she held it and used it almost like some kind of handle to turn me around so that I was upside down, still restrained against the wall. She pushed the sole of her foot against my face. “Worship my feet. Worship them! Make me feel as though you would love them were they not even attached to my legs!” I did so eagerly and passionately. This was true, I would still love them because they were hers. At her command, I would devote my life to looking after them. I licked and kissed every inch of the wrinkled soles that she roughly rubbed up and down my face. They felt cold as she’d had them exposed to the winter air, but this bothered me not. I sucked her toes and heel as they crossed over my lips, I licked and licked the arch and top of her foot like a mad dog, using my tongue to memorize the shape of her feet from the tips of her toes to her ankles. “Mmmm, good boy. Good boy.” She purred. She placed her hand on my foot and ran it down my upside-down leg to my cock again, now rock hard. She grabbed it tightly and pulled me up. I was still upside down, but higher on the wall. She flared her fangs and hissed with pleasure and she brought her head to my neck, seemingly tempted to go in for the kill right there and then. She pulled herself away, then turned around and bent over, her asshole in my face. I knew what to do. I licked and kissed her tight little asshole and moaned with pleasure as I did so. My tongue worked around the rim, and I put it up her ass as far as I could and licked and twisted it “Ooh, yes! Keep doing that! Mm,” she hissed again. I sped up and kept going. Even as my tongue grew tired, I dare not stop. She turned herself around again and moved closer to me so that my chin was just below her pussy. “This had better be the best head you shall ever give me, mortal.” “Yes, Mistress Valantha.” I began to lick her pussy and suck her labia as she again soaked her vagina seemingly by command. As I sucked and licked inside and outside of her pink little pussy, my face growing wet, she bit into my ankle and began to suck the blood. “Mmmm” she moaned. “Mmmmmm!” she moaned again, with increasing pleasure as we continued. Finally, she stopped and licked the blood from her lips. She bent down and grabbed my hair, and turned me around so I was longer hanging upside down. She then threw me down from the wall and I caught myself as I hit the ground. “Bend over, mutt.” she barked. I did so immediately, and just as quickly, I felt her whip crack hard and fast against my ass, and then again immediately. “Well keep up your animal, thank me!” “Th-thank you, Mistress! Thank y-” I moaned with pleasure as the whip cracked against my cheeks again, harder and faster than before. “Oh! Thank you!” She whipped and whipped, and I kept up thanking her to the best of my ability. My ass was burning, but I liked it. Chapter 8 – No Mortal Has Ever “Oh, you’ve done so very well, thrall.” Now it’s time for what may be your final pleasure in life, your final honor. Fuck me. Fuck me until I cum.” She threw me on the floor and pounced onto my throbbing hard dick, and began to bounce up and down. I reveled in watching her tits and long hair bounce and jiggle and she rode me up and down. I loved the way her red eyes seem to glow when they widened, the way she bit down onto her pierced, leathery black lips. She growled and screamed and I moaned and yelled her name as she rode me furiously. “Oh! Oh yes, Mistress please! Yes!” usually all I could do was lie there and let her use me, but this time, I found the strength and will to fuck back. I thrust my cock back and forwards, deeper inside her. “Yesss ooooh fuck yes! Yes!” she hissed “No mortal has ever made me cum so fucking good I can feel it coming! Fuck!” she screeched. Her body thrust and thrashed supernaturally as she came harder than I’d ever seen, and we both screamed ear piercingly as the cum fucking exploded out of my cock and into the mistress’s vampiric pussy. For a little while after this, she continued fucking me. She regained composure and looked down at me, still sitting on top of me, her now rugged hair pouring down from her head and hanging over my face. “Thrall, no mortal has ever earned this honor from me. You are going to make a fucking wonderful vampire.” She was panting, exhausted. “Now sleep. Sleep. You have a big night tomorrow…”