by Ana Calin
“I’ve been thinking, Radek,” she says in a warm, balmy voice. The essence of her loving nature fills it. My blood rises, making me tense with desire. “There must be a price to pay for what we’re doing here.”
“How do you mean?”
She turns slowly. She’s treating me like a ticking time bomb, but it doesn’t bother me—in the end, I am one.
She looks into my eyes beyond the mask, her usually pale blue irises now sparkling with her essence. By all demons, the more I look at her, the more I want her.
“What we do. Our love-making. It will deplete me of vital energy in the end, won’t it? It will age my flesh and my organs. You say it won’t kill me, but refuse to tell what will happen to me in the end. What will this cost, Radek?”
“I promise you,” I whisper, my fingers trembling with desire close to her jaw, but not touching her yet. “It won’t cost you anything.” I swallow hard as I think of the solution I found for her even before the first night we spent together, just because I liked her as a person. I promised her to Dracula, who’ll turn her into a vampire—immortal, and forever young; and forever thirsty for blood.
“I found a way to replenish your youth, and more.” I bend to her ear, the poison of Mesmer leaving my mouth along with my words, beginning to cloud her mind. “There will be great reward for what you’re giving me now.”
I have a deep craving to kiss her. But, in all my centuries and the hundreds of women I’ve been with, I never started the physical act this way, or ever actually kissed a woman, because it was never love-making to me. If she were another woman, I’d have her sit on the desk and spread her legs widely, exposing her pussy to me, touching herself or pushing objects inside of her to turn me on.
Hell, on some occasions I’d have two of my guards take the woman’s pussy and her mouth at the same time, but with Juliet the thought alone slices through my heart like a knife. She’s too delicate to be shared with other men and, hell, even with sex toys.
Juliet stands in front of me, her eyes searching mine expectantly, the romantic candles flickering behind her.
My eyes slide down to her cleavage, under which her round, firm breasts rise and fall as she breathes, her skin rosy from the blood racing through her in anticipation. Girlish nipples protrude through the silk, stirring me down to my core.
“I would initiate this,” she says shyly. “But, like I said, I haven’t been with a man in a very long time before last night. And, secondly, I don’t want to do something that would make you uncomfortable.”
I could drop to my knees and sink my tongue into her pussy on the spot—this incredible woman is standing half naked in front of a deadly monster, willing to heal him with her body, trusting his promises, and instead of setting terms, she’s worried about making the monster uncomfortable.
“I’m the abusing party here, Juliet,” I voice my thoughts. “You should be giving me your terms and conditions, set boundaries. It’s you who’s doing something for me, so it’s you who needs to be comfortable. I really shouldn’t matter to you right now.”
“Oh, but you do matter to me, Radek. It’s why I’m doing this. I want to heal you, save you from this—” She measures me up and down, not in an inspecting way, but in the way of a...caring nurse? “From this curse. From whatever happened to you during the initiation hundreds of years ago.”
She takes one step closer, raising her face to mine, taking her small hand to her shoulder and pushing off the loose strap of the camisole.
“So. What would you like me to do, my lord?” she says sweetly.
My cock rises, pushing against my leather pants. I grab it instinctively to contain the sensation. I don’t easily desire a woman, which is why I usually watch them taken by other men, or use sex toys on them to get me into the mood. It seems sex would be about love for me under normal circumstances. But before this warm fuzzy feeling I have for Juliet Jochs, mixing with the powerful chemistry based on her ability of restoring my dead flesh back to living glory, all that turned me on was power. Revenge. Spite. I took women like a master would take lusty sex slaves, punishing them for wanting beauty and money, and for despising the puppy love they got from less attractive men.
But Juliet, I want her more with every time I see her, with every time I hear her sweet voice, every time I catch the natural scent of her flesh. Every time I get that irresistible vibe of her heart.
“Close your eyes,” I command, my tone yet rippling low and velvety, caressing her senses.
Her eyelids fall shut, long blond lashes shadowing the slightly freckled skin under her eyes.
“I will remove my mask now,” I slur. “Then, I will kiss you. Whatever happens, do not, remember, do not open your eyes.”
Her breath shakes a bit, and her lips part, rosy with desire. A feeling of guilt engulfs me.
“I must remind you, Juliet. You will not be kissing the handsome prince Radek. You would be kissing his monstrous, deadly night-time form.”
She doesn’t say anything, but keeps her eyes closed, her inviting lips trembling a little, her flushed chest rising and falling faster. I close my eyes and breathe in her scent—she smells of both anticipation and fear. Adrenaline must be wreaking havoc in her veins, as it does in mine.
Slowly, I push the mask off my face, to the top of my head. Behind Juliet, against the dark windowpane, the candles drip wax, their flames flicker like in a church where some holy ritual is about to take place, my cape and mask seemingly on an invisible support. I’ve seen myself on very rare occasions, always only against the surface of water, never glass, but those few times were enough for me to never forget. I decide that, whatever happens, Juliet must never, ever lay eyes on the monster under the mask.
I bend slowly to her, carefully touching my lips to hers. By all demons....
Her plump mouth, hot from adrenaline, feels like pillows of irresistible flesh against mine. An animal need of biting into her lips surges inside of me. I would rip myself away from her, but I know it would hurt like someone peeling the skin off of me, so I clasp her shoulders to keep both of us steady, and force myself to just suckle tenderly.
She moans, her chest arching into me, as if she wants to sink into our kiss, lose herself in it.
Lost in the sensation, I fill her mouth with my tongue, my arms coiling around her body and pressing her to me. Her firm breasts push into my chest, her hands running up my arms to my neck. When her fingertips brush my naked, porous skin just above the leather collar I panic. Gripping her head to keep her locked in the kiss, I emanate pressure from the rest of my body like invisible tentacles, forcing her hands down and behind her back.
Her eyelids flutter a little, and I break the kiss, keeping my mouth close to hers as I speak.
“Don’t open your eyes. No matter what.” But then an unfamiliar reflection in the windowpane catches my attention.
“I’ll be damned.”
“What is it?” Juliet whispers, her eyelids obediently closed.
“It’s just...” What the hell? I can see my own face, white skin and red lips reflected in the glass. My daytime self. “It’s working.”
“What is?”
I look down at this marvelous creature, her cheeks alight with arousal, her lips swollen from my hungry kiss. But can I risk letting her look at me? What if the monster is gone, but not his curse? What if one glance at me could still kill her?
No. I can’t imagine the world without this girl, not anymore. She’s mine.
I claim her mouth like I’m indeed her master, my tongue wild inside her mouth, craving to feel her with all my senses. Taken with an overwhelming need of possessing her, I grip her thigh hungrily with one hand, keeping the other on her back.
It doesn’t take much strength to hoist her onto the desk, she’s feather light to me. The heaviness and hardness of mail and beefy flesh that my blade has pierced through during my long Ottoman wars and battles, then the two world wars that have given me copious opportunity to feed on full moon nights m
ake easy work of almost anything.
I could never keep myself away from a war, I thrived on it and, given the supernatural strength the midnight monster endows me with, I was pretty much invincible. But I’m afraid this woman will be my undoing. I cannot resist her closeness, it’s like I’m losing my mind, and I could rip any guy’s head off if ever some unlucky bastard should try to take her away from me. But that won’t happen, since I’m not planning on ever letting love-on-legs Juliet Jochs leave my castle.
She opens her thighs widely for me, her panties barely an obstacle in the way of my engorged cock. I touch her pussy over the panties with my fingers. She breaks our kiss and throws her head back, whimpering and writhing into my touch. In the windowpane, I see that her eyelids are fluttering. She seems close to her first orgasm already, but something warns me that, if she comes now, she’ll grab my shoulders and look me straight in the face. She won’t be thinking.
I plant sweet pecks along her neck up to her ear, massaging her nub gently at the same time, but not hard or fast enough to let her come.
“Hold that thought,” I whisper, and bend to grab her satin robe off the bed. I slide the satin cord through the loops, and bring it to Juliet’s closed eyes.
She stiffens, certainly unsure about this at first, but I keep kissing her pretty swan neck as my hands work behind her head on the knot.
“This way you don’t have to worry about the eyes, and I don’t have to use my powers to keep them shut. I don’t want to use any kind of force on you anymore,” I say in her ear, kissing her earlobe.
“But I think I do,” she says.
I stare at her in surprise. She’s a vision of innocence, this young woman. White-blond curls rippling around her head, only the band of silk covering her eyes taming them at the level of her temples, her lips swollen from our kissing, but seeming so virgin-like.
“You want me to what?”
“I want you to make me your slave, Radek. I want you to make me do things.”
“But I thought—”
“Yes, that’s what I thought, too. But now....” Her voice trails off, her tongue running over her upper lip.
I love how her upper lip is thicker than the lower one. I can’t refrain and claim it in a kiss, sinking my teeth in it and then suckling until Juliet whimpers.
“I’ll stop anytime you tell me to,” I say huskily as I slide her panties down her legs. With Juliet now blindfolded, it seems her body responds to mine even more naturally, as if the chemistry between us is making us one.
“If anything of what I do or say disturbs you—”
“I can’t imagine how anything about you could disturb me,” she says. My God, her mouth is so incredibly appealing.
Deep, dark urges start boiling inside of me. Dressed all in leather, the only exposed parts of my body are my face—now completely the deceivingly beautiful face of Prince Radek—and my cock. It’s engorged, the veins showing in strain, I can barely still keep myself from dipping it inside her creamy, hot pussy. But those lips...
The dark urges swell, and I’m not thinking anymore.
“On your knees,” I command gruffly.
Her small hands feel their way to the edge of the desk, and she pushes herself off it. She stands in front of me for a few moments, an innocent blond girl with inviting lips, the silk camisole barely more than a lick of fabric over her apple-like breasts with hard nipples.
As my eyes slide down to her naked pussy, slick with arousal, I can’t stop a moan from leaving my throat.
“Now, now, to your knees.”
She kneels slowly, face up at me. By all demons, she drives me insane.
“Will you put it in my mouth, my lord?”
“I’m going to put it in your mouth and push it down your throat.” I say commandingly. My cock pulses with want, and my head is hot with it. “And you’re going to suck until you feel my salty seed on your tongue.”
“I’m here to serve, my lord.” My cock twitches, and I have to ball my fists to keep from grabbing her hair, force her face up, and push myself between those plump lips.
“But first, may I ask a favor,” she says.
“Whatever you want.”
She pauses, biting her lower lip as if she’s ashamed to say it. But she goes for it anyway. “Tie my hands behind my back.”
“What? Why?”
“Because I want to be completely in your power. I want you to do exactly and only what you wish with me, make me yours completely.”
“But—”
“Please, my lord.”
My turn to pause, pondering.
“All right.” I nod, even though she can’t see me. “In the end, this is all in your power. You’re the one calling the true shots.”
I walk behind her, rip the long sides of the satin cord that hang down her back from the knot around her eyes, and fasten her wrists with them. When I’m in front of her again, Juliet seems indeed a virgin slave at the whims of a slave master.
“Please, fuck my mouth, my lord,” she says, and I can’t stop a hiss. My hand sinks in her curls, and I push my cock through her plump lips.
I can’t even watch how her rosy upper lip moves down to my hilt, because I’ll come in a few seconds. I throw my head back, keeping my fist in her hair and thrusting harder and harder into her mouth.
I grit my teeth as I’m taking her mouth, trying to put up with the immense pleasure rather than enjoying it, but when Juliet begins to moan as if sucking my cock is the most arousing thing she’s ever done, I can’t control myself anymore.
My thighs flex, my fist tightens in her hair, and I look down at her. The reflection in the windowpane draws my attention again, a guy in leather taking the mouth of a blindfolded blonde on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, and I can’t hold it anymore.
I tug Juliet’s head back, forcing her to open her mouth. As if sensing what I want she pushes her tongue out, allowing me to slap my cock onto it, whipping it with my other hand and spitting my seed all over her face. I growl like an animal, coming so hard that I shudder everywhere, bucking and stiffening.
I’m fucking spent, breathing hard, staring down at Juliet, my cum all over her face. I feel drained for the first time in centuries. Now that I can use my brain again more or less, I realize that my body heals in the places where Juliet and I are connected. It probably happened last night as well, while I was licking her pussy.
Just when I’m thinking of pleasing this princess of love with my mouth that she likes so much, she licks my cum off her upper lip. That’s enough to make my blood rise again, and the ache push into my groin.
“By all demons, I want you so bad it’s fucking sick,” I growl, scooping her up and bending her over the desk.
I grip the satin knot on her wrists to keep her steady, fling up the rim of her camisole that falls over the top of her round butt, and take a good look at her slick rosy pussy, and the small dark dot of her backside. I take in a sharp breath as my cock screams for her. Fuck, I want her so bad that it hurts.
“We’re facing the window, yes?” she says breathlessly.
“Yes.”
“Then please, my lord. I want to watch.”
I pull the vampire mask over my face, and take off her blindfold. Her blue eyes sparkle with desire, roaming hungrily over my entire shape in leather against the windowpane.
“Take me like a beast,” she says in a voice full of want. With a moan full of desire I sink my cock hilt-deep inside of her, her slick muscles wrapping tightly and ravenously around me.
I pound her from behind, hard, ruthlessly, my balls slapping against her folds in an intense, dirty but most intimate fuck.
The sexual chemistry between us is through the roof. I want to possess this woman completely, make her mine in all possible ways. Following my impulses, I reach around her hips to her nub, and dip my fingers into the juice of her arousal, stroking her folds.
She moans hard, her mouth open, her eyebrows scrunched in an expression of unbearabl
e pleasure. It sends the pressure in my balls shooting through my cock. With a growl of frustration I pull out of her in time, and spill my seed all over her round buttocks, while my fingers take the place of my shaft and keep her orgasm going inside of her.
Her knees buckle and her flesh shudders as she comes and screams, pushing against my fingers, her hands, though still bound, grabbing my fist as I’m keeping a grip on the knot.
When she’s done coming she turns mellow on the desk like a rag doll, her cheek pressed to the wood, her curly blond hair spread around her head like a sun.
Tucking myself back into my pants, I turn her around and cradle her in my arms to the bed. I pull the duvet over her, caressing her forehead and her hair, and barely refraining from kissing her lips.
But I have to refrain. I can’t touch her again because, as expected, she’s losing vital energy. She’s fallen asleep almost immediately after she came.
My heart breaks as I think about my arrangement with the Old Priest. In the end, I will have to give this marvelous woman over to Vlad, if I want her to keep her youth and her strength. But no, I can’t, I can’t even sustain that thought. Now that I’ve known connection with her, body and heart, now that we entangled with each other on the deepest levels, I can’t let her go.
Juliet Jochs is mine forever. Even if that means... That I must seriously cut back on our intimate encounters.
I stay with her as she falls deeply asleep, taking in her beauty. She’s like a flower from which vitality begins to drain, and I’d hate myself for all eternity if she ever wilted because of me.
Or because of anyone. Or anything.
Miss Victoria
THE DOOR IS AJAR, MORE than enough for me to see Radek kneeling by her bed. I came following the bitch’s moans, wanting to watch him give her the treatment she deserves. But the scene in front of me is a shocker—instead of having her tied to the bed and fucked by two guards in mail, he’s caressing her hair as she falls asleep. I squeeze my eyes shut and open them several times, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing.