by Sasha Satori
Teeth gritted I reply "Fine." I stand up. He does as well. He looks at me with that immensely irritating half smirk still on his face. "Ladies first." No problem with that sweet cheeks. I unleash a full force kick to his man nuggets. He moves but I still get a partial kick in. He lets out an angry hiss. I twirl and kick to his face. He catches my leg and pulls up hard. He lifts my leg all the way up in the air! I'm left dangling upside down in the most undignified way. In my silk nighty, which has ridden down past my waist. My pink lace bare ass is right in his face. He is going to pay for that. "I like little puddy's ass. You will dust my office wearing only these." He says touching the hem of my underwear. I hate what I must do, but it’s the only way to free myself. I lift my other leg and wrap it around his neck to lock it with my other foot he is holding. Between my leg choke hold and my lady bits literally smothering his face, the pressure should break his neck any second now. I feel him start to rub his face down there. Oh. Sweet. Giuseppe. His neck better hurry up and break. He pushes aside my underwear with his free hand and starts to tongue me vigorously. Shit! I violently try to free myself from this apparently very ineffective maneuver. He wraps his hand around my waist. I'm unable to move. He keeps tongue fucking my clit. I hear a guttural moan and realize its coming from me. I feel him making feral, hungry growls against my heat. The vibrations just making everything so much more intense. My move backfired. Majorly. I am flying on cloud nine, the pleasure is all consuming. The fact that I am supposed to be kicking his ass is irrelevant. Just primal pleasure matters. His tongue begins pulsing at vampirically fast intervals to my tight channel then back up to my clit. That sends me over the edge of the cloud I am floating on. My whole-body quivers and tightens hard as I hear my voice let out the culmination of my carnal orgasm in a vocal prism of moans and screams. I distantly feel him pull me tight against him, as he starts pistoling his cock against me. He lets out a ferocious growl followed by a almost moan whimper. We stay like that for a long moment. I feel like an over boiled soft noodle. Slowly, I start coming back to reality, I push my hands against him to release me. I'm still hanging upside down, as he tosses me onto the nearby couch. So much for post coital cuddling. My breaths are still coming in fast from that epic orgasm as I hear him say, "That was a win-win for me. I got to taste puddin’s honey pot and have you as a manual laborer." What? "You cheated!" He licks his lips. "I won. As it is said, 'All is fair in love and war', have your sweet ass in only your lace panties when I return. Or better yet wear nothing at all. My office needs some dusting." Bastard! "No!" A dangerous look crosses his face. "I'm not asking. You made a deal with the devil, now you will honor it. Be ready when I return." He walks out the double doors.
My brain is left wheeling. That jerkface! I sit waiting on the couch, rehashing what just happened. I happen to be as stubborn as a mule, the hell if he is ever going to see my lace covered ass again. A few minutes later, the double doors fly open, the devil himself walks in and scowls at me still sitting on the couch. I cross my arms and give him my best patronizing 'fuck you' smile. "So, you don’t want to follow through on your end? I'll follow through on mine. Your friends will pay dearly for your insolence!" He begins walking to the door. "Fine, I'll do it! You are fucking ass tart, don’t you dare hurt them!" He turns around with a debonair Cheshire smile on full display. On him though, it just looks sinister. "I'm waiting." He hoarsely whispers. With my meanest scowl. I grudgingly pull down the shoulder straps and let my nighty fall to the ground. I stand in just my pink lace underwear. My breasts bare. I look up at him, his mouth is slightly open, he has a stupid look of absolute wonder on his face. "What's that wonder boy face for, my tits aren't a rare negative 'O' blood flavored." Under his breath, I think I hear him say 'beautiful angel'. I notice he has an old school feather duster in his hand. "Seriously, a feather duster? Beside being terribly low budget porno cliché, they just move dust around and make me sneeze." He slowly prowls towards me. "Be my dear heart, and dust…the floor boards." What? "Dude! They aren't even dusty!" He gives me a soured face. "Dude? Do I look like a 'dude' type? I am king of all vampires! Show respect to your elders and betters, human." He goes to sit down on the edge of his desk. I smile of course. He really messed up letting me know what pisses him off. "Whatever, grandpa. Don't get your man nuggets in a twist, sweet cheeks." I nearly break out into a full body laugh as I see his eyes widen then narrow in shock. I guess not too many people back talk him for entertainment. What can I say? Being vexatious is one of my most endearing qualities. "Grandpa? Sweet Cheeks?" He angrily barks. "Why you insolent little bitch!-" His mouth snaps shut, as he seemingly takes a moment to gather himself. "Stop goading my madness. In my long never-ending life, not one being has lived through insolence such as yours. Any who dare to speak in a less than reverent tone to their king have their spine ripped from their body, in just a way that they remain conscious for it all. They watch me stomp on it, as they fall to the ground like the pathetic, spineless maggot they are!" Oookay, that was a bit too detailed for my comfort. "Ask me one more question and your friends will suffer my anger for your insolence." It takes all my will power to keep my mouth shut. I sure as hell do not like being 'commanded', especially not by a stupid, deranged vampire king. I bend down and start dusting the damned floorboards. I hear a zipper come undone, but just continue dusting. I’m busy cursing him and his ancestors in an expletive filled tirade, as the sound of moist skin breaks my mental parade of violent thoughts. Axel’s heavy breaths and then his rhythmic guttural growls sound loudly in the silence. I quickly turn around to see Axel hand fucking his man meat. What life decisions brought me here? On my hands and knees, bare breasted, with my pink lace panty clad ass in the air, dusting the Killer's United vampire king's dustless floorboards while he jerks his jerky? Axel’s hand is moving faster than my eyes can follow. But boy, I sure get an eyeful of his unnaturally large, thick cock pulsing in sync with his hand movements as he masturbates it. "That’s it my beautiful mate. Let me see your emerald eyes, as you bite your lip imagining how my cock will fit in your tight silken heat, I smell your arousal. Your arousal lights my desire like an atomic bomb." His hand continues its rough ministrations on his extremely thick, hard shaft. I try to look away, I really do, but it's a captivating scene. His molten silver eyes are glowing green where his eyes white should be. His lusty gaze locked on mine. Hypnotic. He reaches a crescendo with the vampirically fast rhythm. I seem to have forgotten how to breath, as he hungrily looks over my body. With an explosive loud grunting yell, "Gahhh!". He starts letting his load go in my direction, stream after stream of his hot cum fall to the floor and land by my feet. That is weird. Gemma told me vampires, don’t ejaculate. That the can only ejaculate and procreate with their Alta Meta. I need to tell her that is false. After a long moment he says, "That was long over due." He puts his still hard cock back in his pants and goes for the door. "Be a good ‘wittle baby human’, and clean that up." He gestures with his chin at his cum on the floor. Winks. And gives me a satisfied smile as he walks out. What fuckery is this! The jerkface, is trying to get the last word in, and stole my line. I called him 'wittle baby vampy' first at his party! The hell if I will have a megalomaniac vampire out petty me, I am the reigning queen of being petty. I angrily throw a statue that was on his desk at the door. "Ass tart! Suck my wittle baby human ass!" I yell on top of my lungs. I hear him laughing, as what must have been a priceless relic smashes into a thousand pieces. He yells back, "It will be my pleasure." Oh shit cakes.
I hold my breath, hoping Axel doesn’t back track here to follow through on my threat, he purposely misconstrued. After my breathless moment of suspense, I drop the duster like I was the last person holding a forsaken hot potato. Then I drag his very expensive, antique looking rug over his red tinged cum. My cheeks hurt from smiling so wide, he should have elaborated what he deems as 'cleaning'. He said I was his new 'pet', best he learns now that my breed is quite destructive. I sit exhausted on his leather sofa, tired from snooping every inch of his offi
ce. I didn’t see any locks on his desk drawers but felt them heavily warded. While I probably could break the ward, I didn’t really think there would be anything worth wild. I probably could break out of here, Shawshank redemption style, I just don’t relish the idea of ending up on a thug vampires 'Ten most wanted' fugitive list, bringing the entire nations killer united vampire gang on Gemma and Fabio. Gemma was right, she is guilty by association, my feelings for them are been used for all their worth. Hence, me being a complacent little captive now. My brain hurts from working out different scenarios, and strategizing on how to get Axel to willingly free me. So far, I am sticking with being an annoying pain in the ass, Axel will rue the night he met me by the time I'm done with him, at least that’s the plan. My mind goes to Gemma and Fabio, I don’t know how long I was out for or what time of night it is, because there are no windows in here. When morning comes though and I'm not in my room I know they will be worried sick, I never just disappear. Luckily, I just set fresh wards around the house. News of the traveling Z-landers that have been obliterating whole towns nearby, made me go in nesting mode. In our garden, I grow vegetables, lots of them, thanks in part to my magical green thumb. I recently jarred a whole batch full of them. If Z-landers come to town, Gemma and Fabio always know to stay inside and ration the many jarred and canned goods we have stockpiled.
Chapter 4
Axel
I just motherfucking ejaculated. After almost two millennia of shooting blanks, back when I was even able to shoot them. The fuck? Alta Meta. Valentina is my Alta Metra. Valentina, at least that is what I overheard her friends call her, is my destined mate. How the fuck is she a human? A human girl who fucking snuggles a stuffed animal for fucks sake! She has strong magic though, is she part fae, succubus, witch? She is a dichotomy and mystery; one I relish to solve. My mind is clearer than it has in over a millennium. Being the oldest vampire on this miserable earth didn’t come for free. My sanity and morals left me eons ago. The only feelings I have is anger, and mild joy when murdering and torturing those that I deem a waste of space on earth. I have smiled more in the last day with her, than I have since I became a vampire. I feel with her, a novel occurrence which I find myself despising. I felt desire, lust, fierce protectiveness and anger not immediately followed by homicidal reflexes. The worst feeling, I have fucking felt is such a great weakness, I refuse to verbalize it. First, I must bleed myself dry from it. From the insidious, all-consuming fucking ache in my center where my heart is, a sensation of molten lava being poured over my heart. My magic almost makes the invisible strings that are attached from my center to hers as tangible as a physical object. Like the north and south poles magnetic pull, that will forever be moving towards each other. I know that making her happy, is the only way I can feel any happiness. Not that I want to be happy. It’s a fucking useless weak emotion. The sense of worry I have for her, too close to the feeling of fear, it triggers rage in me. Such a motherfucking vulnerability having my heart outside my body. My enemies span the seven seas. Skulking in hiding, waiting for a weakness in me. Valentina. She's my fucking heart. I know I will kill, maim and joyfully murder for her. If I had to imagine what love felt like, It could only ever be what I feel for Valentina. She is my obsession. My life. My mate. Every second feels like a grain of sand in a rapidly emptying hourglass, I must make her immortal, even if she becomes a wraith. A human lifetime is but condensation on the immortal bucket of life. The fact that female vampires are almost a myth, has me debating how many souls to sacrifice to create a dark magic that will turn her vampire. Females simply don’t survive the transformation to vampire. There have only been a handful of rare vampire females ever made. They all were a little more than human, whether it be part witch or fae, but even then, it was a major anomaly that their other half even accepted the vampire virus. I have met them all, they were all dreadfully homely and made me want to let my pimp hand swing.
A knock brings me out of my reverie of thoughts. I am sitting on my gold, vampire skull adorned throne in my main thrown room. I don’t even fucking remember tracing here. My jaw twitches in annoyance of the fucker who no doubt is going to piss me off and is separating me from my thoughts on Valentina. "What the fuck do you want!" I roar loudly. The door slowly creaks open, my long-time servant Sebastian walks in. "My deepest apologies for the disturbance, my liege." He full bows at my feet as I sit on my throne. "Get the fuck on with it Sebastian, what's the fucking problem? Just send in the fucker I need to murder." Sebastian straightens and continues in his signature monotone professional voice, "I fear my liege, it is not that simple. News has come of Cuttler Savage, him and a group of his rogues pillaged a village two hundred miles Northeast of Scottsdale." Cuttler Savage, my younger rogue brother. Brother by blood, enemy by choice. We partake in a centuries old dance to the true death. Younger by five mortal years, I turned him scant years after my descent into a vampire. I was turned by the oldest known original vampire; my sire has since turned to dust. I have chosen to turn my eye on his scheming as I never have been truly motivated to kill him, though his boldness can be ignored no longer. He pays no homage to Killers United or my rule, he started his rogue army centuries ago. It has grown into a formidable army and they hail him as their leader. Why that brings a tinge of pride, I'll never fucking know. "Send a quadrant of my best men to track down Cuttler. Tell them not to fucking return until they know where he is, to send word the second they know his location."
Sebastian gives a slight head bow acknowledging my command, "Yes, Master. Also, a large pack of Z-landers were seen in the northern territories, they left human carcasses everywhere. Not to mention the surviving humans, turned Z-lander. With the human population declining, the Z-landers are infringing on our remaining blood sources." As if I needed the reminder. I smile caustically, slaughtering zombie fucks are just what the doctor prescribed to get the edge off my rage. Some Z-landers are intelligent, but most are primal base creatures. They eat human flesh, infecting as they eat. They start as humans who then get infected with a Z virus strain, a very distant family of the vampire virus but not with the magic essence nucleus that vampires have. The maggots have similar, but vastly less strength and agility as my kind. They are complete fucking pests. Ugly as Ogre shit stain, they physically morph shortly after initial infection with the viral strain. Human teeth morph into double rows of black knife tipped teeth, long, sharp yellowed claws sprout, their pupil completely burst, eyes turn to completely black pools. They have been relatively rare, but lately their numbers have been growing exponentially. They travel in packs and most of the time have a leader. They speak in very short sentences if they are skilled enough, most just scrabble about on their hands and feet like a Gorilla. Communicating in growls and body language, like any wild feral beast would. I am relieved Valentina is with me, and not on her own pathetic excuse for a house. "Set up my adjacent rooms for Valentina, install hidden surveillance cameras, only I am to have access to the feed. Fill the closet with the finest silks, ribbons, clothing and gems. Prepare a private feast for Valentina and I on the morrow. No one is to know of her, before I allow." My beauty will be feasting with a beast.
I sense dawn is on the horizon, time to retrieve my beautiful captive. I trace back to my office, Valentina is lying on the couch, staring at the ceiling. When she finally notices me, she lets out a yelp of surprise, "What the fuck!", she yells, startled. I prowl closer to her, "Dawn is here, you will sleep with me until I wake on the morrow," I say in a bored and disinterested tone. If she even had the slightest idea of what she means to me, she would bleed the last drop of blood from my immortal soul. "Yeah, that’s going to be a firm no. Also, I drool, kick, slap, move, and hog the covers." She rushes out, like the lies she spews will have me scurrying off. "No matter, I get morning wood, you can drool, kick and slap on it. They will complement each other wonderfully. You can even snuggle it, like you do to your cat doll," I say. Her cheeks turn a fierce pink, "It- It totally wasn't my doll, I just- you know what, forget it. I
t's none of your damn business. Point is, I'm not moving from this couch-" I trace right up to her, grab her and trace her to my bedroom. I toss her kicky body on the bed. "Stay." I command, firmly. She quickly rises on her knees, both arms out, black tendrils of magic seeping out through her upturned palms. I meet her eyes and a delicious darkness twinkles in the glossy gaze of her narrowed eyes, one that makes me realize that the fates may not have fucked me over with a doll snuggling human girl. A sultry confidence and wanton dare are plainly on her face. The slow-moving tendrils, have me in their hypnotic grip, as I watch them circle around my knees. Then they sharply tighten, and I don’t resist as they sharply yank me down. My knees hit the floor with a thunderous crack. The slight discomfort only fanning the flames of desire. "So, some ground rules on my willing captivity. My magic doesn’t like when I am jostled about like a helpless kitten, because clearly, I'm not. I am outnumbered, not out gunned. If it weren't for my friends, I would happily live the rest of my mortal life on the run from you psycho freaks. Also, I tend to be quite mercurial and temperamental, so don’t displease me. 'All I have in this world, is my balls and my word and I don’t break them for no one,' Capiche?" She all but purrs out. I must look like a smitten fool, this wicked side of her is better than any foreplay I could have fantasized. She is a Goddess, a temptress. Desire wars with the sun that has fully risen. "Why did your fangs come down and your man meat come up. Never mind, shut up. It’s not my problem, but just know that I am able to back up my 'Scarface' movie quote." Scarface? She must be speaking of, my battle scar that is across my eyebrow. The sun will be ignored no longer, it pains me to end this delicious interlude. "Miega uz ēteri, mans skaistums," sleep to the ether, my beauty, I incant in Latvian. Her body instantly relaxes into the bed in a deep slumber, her luscious black magic vines disappearing. She will not awaken until my goodnight kiss on the morrow. I lay next to my sleeping beauty, wrap her in my tight embrace. I place a reverent kiss on her forehead, as I let the sun pull me into its gravitational vortex of oblivion, knowing my mate is safe.