She’d had none of it, of course. He had used entirely the wrong strategy with her, a blunder for which he’d paid with forty years of his life. If he had to do it over again, he would dispense with pointless logic. He would get her alone somewhere, spirit her away from her home, from Elic and anyone else who might be inclined to come to her aid. He would keep her in complete seclusion at his country house in the Carpathian Mountains with only himself for companionship for as long as it took to sway her, years if need be. The more vulnerable she felt, the more quickly she would break down and let him turn her.
Although of far stronger constitution than humans, both mentally and physically, even Follets were susceptible to extended isolation, hunger, sleep deprivation, and physical restraint. How long would she be able to maintain her façade of cool contempt for him, chained naked to a cot? No, not naked. She was a succubus; she loved being unclothed, because of the effect her nakedness had on men. It made them want to fuck her, and she was all about fucking.
Lili reveled in sex; she craved it like humans craved food and water. Succubi spent every waking hour consumed by constant, seething sexual hunger that came rushing back almost as soon as it was satisfied—and it could be satisfied only by absorbing the carnal vibes generated by their sex partners. Unlike vampires and most other nonhuman races, incubi and succubi were generally incapable of achieving orgasm through masturbation, as a result of which they were on the make pretty much 24/7. The more erotically stimulating the encounter, the greater the boost to their life-force, which was why they tended to seek out humans with outsize sex drives, like their own, and a taste for kink.
Lili’s unquenchable sexual appetite could be Turek’s most powerful weapon in a campaign to convert her to vampirism, he realized. It would take a monumental effort of will to keep from ravishing her once he had her in his complete control, but if he could manage it, her own escalating arousal would be her undoing. Forced to go without sex and the vital energy she derived from it, she would grow weakened, maddened, defenseless. He could even escalate her torment by bringing in women and fucking them right in front of her, or doing what Doug had done to Nicky when he first brought her home— coaxing her right to the edge without letting her come. How much of that kind of thing could a succubus take without surrendering?
Turek grew hard, imagining her sobbing and straining against her chains as he fucked some whore doggie style between Lili’s outspread legs, the whore’s face right over her snatch, her hair tickling it, her hot breath making it gape and weep… Lick it, he would order, pushing down on the whore’s head. Just one lick, no more…
Enough of that, and Lili would be begging him to turn her, just as he’d begged Galiana. Please, Anton. I’ll do anything. I’ll drink your blood and become what you are. I’ll be your queen, I’ll be yours forever. Just fuck me. Please, I’m begging you, just fuck me. Fuck me hard…
The crack of leather against flesh made Turek flinch.
“One,” Nicky said through clenched teeth as a red-hot stripe materialized on the roundest part of her ass. “Thank you, master.”
Doug shifted his aim with the belt; the next blow branded her upper thighs.
Nicky let out a sharp little cry. She also smiled. It was subtle and brief, and seen by Turek only because he had a better view of her face than the others.
“Two,” she said a little breathlessly. “Thank you, master.”
Each subsequent stroke, which Nicky dutifully counted off and offered thanks for, landed on a slightly different spot, until she was bright, scorching red from her lower thighs almost to her waist.
Turek couldn’t help but recall that time in Rome back in ’39—or was it ’40?—when he seduced one of Mussolini’s mistresses because she reminded him so much of Galiana—tall and gorgeous and built like a frigate, with all that thick, gleaming black hair, and of course the stone-bitch, ain’t-I-grand attitude. He’d bought Enrica a black satin dinner suit of the type favored by Galiana—low-cut and wasp-waisted, with massive Joan Crawford shoulders—as well as a mannish little hat to go with it, and high-heeled spectator pumps, and of course the much-prized silk stockings. Chocolates and stockings: the universal currency back then. He had her put on these things, and then he bent her over a blanket rack in her bedroom, binding and gagging her with Mussolini’s own neckties. He bared her ass and whipped it to ribbons with Il Duce’s riding crop, and then he fed on her as he fucked her, nice and slow, reveling in her frantic thrashing and the heat of her abraded skin, timing it so that she breathed her last just as his pleasure erupted.
Turek rubbed his erection as he relived it… Her muffled whimpers and pointless, diminishing struggles, the gradual cooling of her flesh as he drained it dry, the drunken bliss as her blood percolated through his tissues and organs, tickling his cock, crackling along his nerves, making him feel as if he were floating, soaring… It was rapturous, one of the most memorable death feeds of his vampiric existence.
Having concluded Nicky’s punishment, Doug made her kiss the belt. As he threaded it back through the loops, he said, “When I give you the signal, you’ve got twenty seconds to make yourself come.”
ROM ZERO TO SIXTY in twenty seconds?” Lili asked skeptically.
“She’s not starting from zero,” Doug said. “To Nicky, getting whipped is like having her cunt licked. She’s a total pain freak. Isn’t that right, Nick?”
She yelped as he gave her whipmarked ass a sharp slap. “Yes, master.”
“Get that head back down.” Parting her sex lips, as blood-flushed now as the surrounding flesh, Doug said, “Check it out. She’s dripping.”
Elic and Lili rose from the couch and came over to take a look. Doug positioned a gooseneck floor lamp so that it shone directly on Nicky’s bare ass, then yanked her panties off altogether and pushed her knees as wide apart as they could go on the stool.
Kneeling behind Nicky, Elic and Lili explored her with curious fingers, commenting on how wet and inflamed she was as the little blonde shuddered and gasped.
“On my go,” said Doug, standing over Nicky with his gaze fixed on his chunky gold watch. “Twenty seconds, or I’ll make you good and sorry. Ready?”
Rather awkwardly, because of the leash restraining her head, she got her right hand between her legs.
“Now,” Doug said.
Nicky started fingering herself.
“No, don’t close your eyes,” Doug said. “Don’t go somewhere else. You’re right here, with all of us watching you. We can see everything you’re doing. We can see your clit getting stiff and red. That’s right, work it. Fourteen seconds.”
Nicky’s breath came in strident pants that evolved into a series of increasingly high-pitched, panicked little bleats of the type some women emit when orgasm is imminent. “Unh… unh…oh… oh…oh, God…”
“Seven seconds,” Doug said. “You close?”
She nodded, trembling. “Y-yes, master.”
Lili, apparently unwilling to take Nicky’s word for it, pushed her middle finger deep inside the other woman’s snatch.
“Oh! Oh! Oh, God!” Nicky bucked as she came, the step stool creaking so hard, Turek thought it might fall apart.
“Good girl.” Doug praised, crouching down to ruffle her hair. “What were you thinking about?”
Gulping for air, Nicky said, “F-fucking, master.”
“Getting fucked or watching other people fuck?”
“Getting fucked, master.”
“Was I giving it to you in the ass, too? That’s her favorite,” he told Elic and Lili, “getting a great big vibrator shoved up her ass while I’m banging her.”
There came a pause while Nicky ruminated on her response.
Yanking her head up by her leash, Doug said, “Answer me.”
“You…” Dropping her gaze, Nicky said, very softly, “It… wasn’t you, master.”
Doug’s incredulity struck Turek as comical. “Well, then, who the hell was it?”
With a wince of apprehensi
on, she glanced over her shoulder at Elic. “H-him, master.”
Doug stood, scowling at Elic, who gave him a grinning shrug in return.
Unzipping Elic’s fly, Lili asked Doug, “Don’t you think, after that impressive display, that Nicky deserves a little reward?” She caressed Elic’s erection with loving strokes that incited another little stab of jealousy in Turek. He withdrew his own cock and stroked it in the same leisurely rhythm that Lili was using with Elic, imagining it was her hand pulling and squeezing, her fingers massaging the slippery glans, gliding down the shaft to rub that ultrasensitive flesh under his balls as they grew tight and firm, filling with come…
He really was an idiot.
All the more so because not only was Lili herself evidently devoid of jealousy, but she was actually getting her lover primed to fuck another woman. Petty human covetousness was beneath her. Just more evidence, as if any more were needed, that she was a truly higher life-form, as superior to humans as humans were to the cattle and swine upon which they fed.
“I mean, we did come back here to share our toys, no?” Lili asked Doug as she trailed her fingertips lightly up and down Elic’s cock, adding with a sly little smile, “Of course, if you’re not into it, I’ll just put my clothes back on and we can call it a—”
“No! No, no, no,” Doug protested as he ogled Lili in her come-hither lingerie. “Of course I’m into it, are you kidding?”
“Well, then,” Elic said. With one hand gripping Nicky’s hip, he rubbed the head of his cock against her wet little hole. With a whimper of pleasure, she lifted her hindquarters like a cat in heat, a wordless plea that didn’t go unanswered. He penetrated her with one slow, smooth incursion, grabbing her shoulders and pushing hard to force himself in as deep as he could go. She pushed back against him with a ravenous little purr.
Reaching between Elic’s legs—Turek thought she must be fondling his balls and the base of the shaft—Lili whispered something in his ear and kissed his throat, his cheek, his mouth…
Turek imagined her bestowing those little intimacies on him while he gave it to some hot, horny little blood-bag, and felt a yearning so acute that it took his breath away even as his arousal escalated, his hips clenching as he knelt there with fingertips trailing lightly up and down his cock…
Lili, Lili…
In the beginning, he’d worshipped her, craved her, needed her to banish the terrible loneliness that was the vampire’s lot. But then she’d turned on him, and he’d loathed her and plotted his revenge. And now…
Still kissing Elic, Lili reached down the back of his jeans to caress his ass as it rocked back and forth, sliding his glistening cock in and out of the other woman.
Now…
Turek summoned up the mental image that had both nurtured and soothed his wrath during his long incarceration, that of Lili shrieking as the flames licked that beautiful face, bubbling the skin, peeling it away, roasting it to ash…
At one time, that fantasy had felt comforting; now it made his stomach roil, his erection wilt.
Lili… Oh, fuck, what are you doing to me?
“I know you said you’d never shared Nicky before,” Lili said as she stood and approached Doug, gliding her hands up over her hips and breasts. “Has she ever watched you with another woman?”
He shook his head. “I’ve been kind of, uh, holding that one in reserve as a… sort of as an ultimate punishment.”
Nodding toward Nicky, her eyes closed as she moaned in time with Elic’s unhurried thrusts, Lili said, “She’ll hardly even notice at this point, much less care.”
“That won’t do. Hey, Nick.” He jerked on her leash. “Having a good time?”
“Y-yes, master.”
“Yeah, well, I want to have a good time, too. You’re going to lick Lili’s pussy till she’s ready for me, and then you’re going to watch me fuck her.”
“What a splendid idea,” said Lili as she removed her g-string, which tied on the sides.
Turek’s cock sprang up again, hard and quivering; it felt like electrified steel in his fist.
“Have you ever done this before, Nicky?” Lili asked. “Gone down on another woman?”
“No, ma’am.”
“It’s easy. Just pretend you’re doing it to yourself.”
Doug wanted Lili to kneel, but Lili pointed out that Nicky would have “better access” if he were to kneel and hold her from behind with her legs resting on the step stool to either side of Nicky, so that was what they did. Doug struggled to unzip himself while gripping her around the waist as she guided the little blonde’s head, murmuring, “That’s right, oh, that’s good. A little higher, sweetheart, a little softer. Oh, God. Oh, yes. Oh… oh…”
Turek’s quickening thrusts echoed Lili’s. Oh, yes. Oh, here it comes… He gritted his teeth to keep from groaning as the heart-pounding pleasure mounted higher, higher…
She came as Doug rammed himself into her, and so did Turek, shooting jet after jet as he watched Lili writhe and buck and moan.
Panting and shaking, he zipped himself back up as Doug pounded away inside Lili, grunting and groaning. She came again, from all appearances just as hard as the first time. Some women, like Nicky, seem pained during orgasm, some reminded Turek of a snorting, rutting she-beast. Lili in the throes of climax was glorious, a vision of sensual passion.
“Perfect,” he whispered. The ultimate seductress, the ultimate goddess.
And she could be, if she would only consent to be turned, the ultimate vampire queen.
Lili, Lili, Lili… How can you still wield such power over me? How can I still desire you so fervently, not just your body, but you, all of you, heart and soul, until the end of days?
What he wanted of her, what he was determined now, for better or worse, to achieve, was what Galiana wanted— expected, demanded—of him: complete and utter possession, now and forever.
He would have to proceed, of course, with the utmost care and discretion. What, he wondered, would Galiana think if she had any inkling of where he was right now, of the things he was feeling…
… and planning?
More to the point, what would she do? The last time—the only time—he’d ever presumed to give Galiana her walking papers, back in Bologna, it had detonated a supernova of rage.
I almost killed you once, in a most unpleasant fashion. I can still do it, cucciolo. I can chain you up and burn you to death in increments—first your feet, then your hands, your legs, your arms… You’ll die in agony with no chance of ever coming back. Do not make the mistake of doubting my sincerity in this.
He didn’t.
FAINT, PREDAWN GLOW was just beginning to bleach the night from the sky when Lili and Elic, in fleece robes, escorted their two fuckmates out of the house and back down the little alleyway. Nicky and Doug looked rumpled, dazed, and exhausted, in contrast to their hosts, who positively glowed, having absorbed a heaping helping of sexual nourishment during the evening’s frolics.
Climbing back up the same spruce he’d climbed down, Turek watched and listened from the apartment house roof as the four lingered on the sidewalk, chatting as casually as if they were bringing the curtain down on a dinner party and not a four-hour four-way.
Turek’s ears twitched when Lili said to the other couple, “I do hope you two will be able to join us for D and D Week at Grotte Cachée.”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Doug said. “‘Dungeons and Dominance’—gotta love it. Um, should we plan on bringing our own costumes, or will you have them there?”
“Nicky will be taken care of,” Elic said. “We issue specially designed uniforms to the serving wenches and footmen. But the barons and baronesses have to provide their own. Authenticity is encouraged—anything from the thirteen hundreds through the sixteen hundreds will fly. There are those who like to add whimsical little modern touches, which is fine, but we do ask that you make an effort.”
“Most of our guests rent from theatrical supply companies,” Lili said, “but you can
buy something online from one of those outfits that sells costumes for Renaissance fairs—if you think you can get it before next Friday. Just make sure you end up looking like a nobleman, not a peasant. The doms are the lords and ladies, the subs are servants. There is no in between.”
Elic asked Nicky if she understood that, by attending this event, she was agreeing to put herself at the sexual disposal of every dom in attendance. “Any or all of those guys can use you however he wants, and you either submit or you go home.”
Doug opened his mouth to answer for her, but closed it when Elic shot him a look.
“I understand, sir,” Nicky said.
“And you’ve got no problem with that?” he persisted.
She smiled at the sidewalk. “No, sir.”
“So this is, like, an annual thing?” Doug asked.
“Yeah, we’ve hosted D and D Week every September for the past twenty-four years,” Elic said. “It’s by invitation only, of course. Our administrateur, Emmett Archer—”
“Your what?” Doug said.
“Administrateur,” Elic said. “He serves as a sort of right-hand man to the owner of Château de la Grotte Cachée. Archer has connections all over the world, and he finds most of our guests. Our friend Inigo issues quite a few invitations himself. He’s always traveling, and he’s very gregarious, makes friends easily.”
“I’m glad we still have spots for you two,” Lili said. “We cut it off at sixty guests, because that’s the most we can comfortably accommodate. The barons and baronesses are assigned bedrooms, and the wenches and footmen sleep on pallets in other parts of the castle.”
“Are all the guests couples?” Doug asked.
“Oh, no,” Lili said. “In fact, most are individuals, subs or doms from all over the world. Some of them come every year, others will be newbies, like you guys. We try to choose people who seem like they’ll really get into the spirit of the thing.”
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