The Vampire King’s Nanny

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by T. S. Ryder


  Sullivan frowned slightly. “Sichuan Huoguo. It’s an East Asian hot pot. It’s a sort of…” He paused, trying to think of the English word he was looking for. “… fondue. It’s really spicy and hot and you can cook whatever you want in it, beef, fish, tofu or vegetables. It’s really good, I promise.” Sullivan reached out and took her hand into his, guiding her toward the exit.

  “If you say so. I do like spicy foods, so I’m willing to try it. Then again, I’m always willing to try new things.” Cynthia chuckled. “The food court hates me because I always go around, eating all the food samples at lunch time.”

  Sullivan looked down at her, not quite understanding what she was saying, but smiling nonetheless. Even though he had just met her, he already loved her company. She had a gentle aura which radiated positive energy, invigorating him. He just hoped he wouldn’t mess up their date.

  ***

  “You live here?” Cynthia spat in disbelief. She had been surprised when he had led her to his Tesla, the luxury electric car screaming out millionaire. The soft, leather cushions had felt divine to sit in and the dark, but warm interior, perfectly matched his personality.

  “Yes. Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, driving them up the winding driveway. On the top of the hill was a large, impressive manor. It was painted in a light beige and trimmed in a darker brown. It boasted several towers, making it look like a medieval castle, while its modern windows and light fixtures brought it back into the twenty-first century.

  Cynthia glanced over at the antique shop owner, thinking there was more to this man than met the eye. From his dark, neatly trimmed facial hair to his sharp nose, he was painstakingly handsome. How was a man like this, with so much money, still single? There had to be something wrong with him, Cynthia thought.

  Once they got to the house, Sullivan opened up the large, three-car garage. As expected, there were two more cars inside, both of them luxury and both of them worth more than Cynthia made in a year. “Here we are,” Sullivan announced, getting out of the car and opening the door for her.

  She blushed. He was a gentleman too? Her mind tried to find the reason why this man wasn’t taken and why he had asked her of all people to visit his home. She hadn’t even cast a love spell on him. It was all a little odd. But, deep down, there was a part of Cynthia that was ecstatic, excited that the man of her dreams was showing so much interest in her.

  “Right this way.” Sullivan took her hand once again, guiding her through the door. Cynthia couldn’t help but stare at the lavish home. It was decorated quite tastefully, with unique art pieces on the walls. The floors were all either high-quality marble or hardwood. The crown moldings had painstaking details carved into them. Cynthia wondered how much a place like this would cost.

  When they entered the kitchen, Cynthia was even more impressed. It was huge. The dark granite countertops shone brilliantly as if someone had just polished them. All of the stainless steel appliances looked top of the line. “This is amazing… how do you afford all of this?” Cynthia tried to wrap her head around the fact that she was in the kitchen of some sort of millionaire, maybe even a billionaire.

  “Oh…” Sullivan looked at her, quickly trying to come up with a good explanation. He couldn’t possibly tell her that his wealth was acquired through his dragon lineage. At least not yet. She would surely run away, thinking he was crazy. Modern day humans no longer liked to believe that dragons still existed. “I trade in stocks,” he answered. She looked unconvinced and he cursed himself for not thinking of anything better.

  “I see…” She squeezed his hand, feeling how it was slightly sweaty. Was he lying? She peered into his eyes, trying to find the answer, but his long hair got in the way, obscuring her view. “Well, let’s make some dinner shall we?”

  Sullivan nodded, eager to change the subject. “Would you like to help?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  Soon, the kitchen was filled with their laughs and giggles as they started to grow more and more comfortable with each other. Cynthia quickly learned that Sullivan was quite the chef, handling his knife with perfect precision. They whisked around one another, their bodies touching every now and again, eliciting a fire between Cynthia’s thighs. She tried to ignore it for most of the night, but by the time they had finished cooking, her hormones were out of control.

  She eyed Sullivan with a newfound lust she had never felt before. Her heart had been racing all night.

  “Ladies first.” Sullivan beside her at the small dining room table, made of dark mahogany wood and shifted the large steaming pot towards her. She saw the opaque broth staring back at her. It smelt divine, with its various spices floating around on the surface. Her stomach growling at her, she grabbed a pair of chopsticks and picked up a thin piece of flank, dipping it in the broth for a few moments.

  In her other hand, she held a wooden shamoji, a sort of spoon with a long handle and a deep, bowl-like base. She plunged it into the broth, letting it fill up before she placed the piece of flank on top as well as some noodles and vegetables. Leaning forward and holding her hair back, she gobbled up the savory bite, her taste buds flooding with euphoria. “This is amazing!” she exclaimed.

  Sullivan grinned. “I’m glad you like it.” He chuckled and started to eat as well. As they did, their faces would come dangerously close, hovering over the large pot. When they were nearly done, Cynthia looked up, locking eyes with the stranger. She blushed, suddenly realizing she didn’t even know his name. She had been so obsessed with his good looks and alluring personality that she had never bothered to ask. She felt embarrassed, but despite it all, she was possessed by the need to find out.

  “Um… you know… we never did exchange names.”

  Sullivan’s eyes grew wide with realization. “You’re right. We didn’t. Well, my name is Sullivan.”

  “I’m Cynthia.” Feeling a little shy, she pinned a strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “What a beautiful name. The perfect match for a beautiful woman…” he whispered, his voice sensual. He leaned in closer, his lips approaching hers.

  Cynthia felt her heart speed up as she gazed into this man’s dark, alluring eyes. She had never felt this way before. It was like her heart was going to break out of her chest at any moment. Her lips tingled in anticipation, seeing Sullivan lean in even closer. His hands reached out, softly cupping her face. His thumb rubbed against her skin, making her melt at his touch.

  Suddenly, their lips made contact and it was like fireworks. An explosion of excitement rushed through Cynthia’s body, causing goosebumps to form all over her skin. Her lips locked with his as her arms wrapped around his neck, losing herself in the moment. The world no longer existed as all she could focus on were his perfect lips against hers.

  The kiss intensified as Cynthia parted her lips, granting entrance to Sullivan’s tongue. She noticed it was a little more pointed than normal, but quickly forgot about that as their tongues tangled together and Sullivan took her breath away. His hands ran all over her body, going down her spine before resting on her lower back.

  Eventually, Sullivan pulled away just as Cynthia thought she would pass out from the lack of air. She sat in her chair, completely blown away, staring at him. “Wow…” she whispered. Her lips were burning and her cheeks were the color of crimson.

  Sullivan smirked, a look of dominance flashing in his eyes. He got up and held out his hand. Obediently, she grabbed it, letting him hoist her up and out of her seat. “I’m glad you enjoyed that…” he whispered, his hot breath caressing her neck as he leaned down, his lips gently brushing against her flesh. “I can make you feel so much better if you let me…” he said, his sexy whisper shooting right through her, awakening her lust once more.

  His lips pressed against her neck, letting his teeth graze against her delicate flesh, teasing her. Cynthia couldn’t help but moan, shivering in pleasure. There were no words to express the way she felt, her mind swimming.

  Sullivan’s lips ventured do
wn, toward her collarbone, lingering there a moment before he started to suck on the hollow of her neck. Cynthia moaned even louder, the sound exciting the dragon who felt his ever-growing cock twitch in his pants. His hands tightened around her wide hips, knowing that he wanted this woman.

  His hands traveled upwards, getting dangerously close to her voluptuous bosom. He reached up, taking one of her large breasts into his hand, fondling it lovingly. She bit her lip, moaning once more, enjoying the sensation. Sullivan grinned, planting small kisses all over her sweet globes before straightening himself and looking at her, his eyes blazing. “Why don’t we take this upstairs?”

  Chapter Four

  Before Cynthia could react, Sullivan had swept her off her feet, holding her effortlessly in his arms. She was surprised to find out how strong he really was. None of her other boyfriends had been able to carry her bridal style, but Sullivan did it with ease. Not only that, but he was going up the grand staircase as if she weighed nothing at all, taking two steps at a time.

  Her cheeks reddened even more. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling his impeccable muscles. Her mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. Were they really going to do this? Her heart hammered in response, her lust only growing.

  Once on the second floor, Sullivan navigated them to a room with a large, black door. He leaned against it and it opened immediately, as if by magic. A soft squeak came from its hinges. The sight of the room was absolutely breathtaking. Cynthia found herself staring at a large but still cozy bedroom, admiring its deep purple coloring and drapes that hung from the four-poster bed.

  Ever so gently, he laid her down, letting his own body hover over hers. His hands wrapped around her wrists, pinning them above her head as he leaned down and kissed her neck once more. A moan escaped her lips and her body contorted with pleasure. He grinned, moving his lips downward toward her button-up blouse. One by one, he undid the buttons, using nothing more than his tongue and teeth.

  Cynthia stared at him wide-eyed, wondering how he did it. He didn’t even tear any of them. Her shirt popped open, revealing her full chest. “You’re so beautiful…” Sullivan whispered, his hands running up her sides and then creeping behind her back, effortlessly snapping off her bra and ripping it off her body. Cynthia gave a little gasp of surprise, feeling her large breasts being exposed. The slight draft in the room seemed to concentrate around her nipples, quickly turning them rock-hard.

  She bit her lip, her body silently calling out to the man now settled between her legs. He grinned and reached out a hand, taking one of her perky nipples between his fingers and twisting it slightly. A long, drawn-out moan escaped Cynthia’s lips as she arched her back and bucked her hips. Sullivan smirked in satisfaction, his cock pressing against the rough fabric of his pants. With great restraint, he ignored it for the moment, wanting to tease her a little further.

  He leaned down, letting his lips brush against the sensitive flesh of her breasts before his mouth locked on, sucking hard and leaving a mark behind. Cynthia continued to moan, feeling like every nerve ending in her body was exploding with pleasure. She shook and arched her back, trying to get him to explore more of her body. She wanted to feel his hands on every inch of her.

  His tongue finally flicked across her nipple, one of his hands creeping into her pants, finding her already soaking pussy. His fingers brushed against her clit, teasing it for a moment, before he slipped one of his fingers inside of her, hooking it slightly. Her hips bucked even more in response and she bit down on her lip, trying to hold back a moan.

  Sullivan could almost smell the lust rolling off her and it drove him wild. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. Still, he wanted to see how far he could push her. Without hesitation, he slipped a second finger inside her hot, eager hole. Her pussy sucked it up, its juices coating his finger all the way up to the first knuckle. He could feel her quivering walls tightening around him.

  “Please… Sullivan. You can’t keep teasing me like this. I need you. So bad…” Her voice was a breathless whisper as she took hold of his hair and pulled on it, trying to make him look at her. “I’ll go insane if you keep toying with me …”

  Sullivan just grinned, knowing she had reached her breaking point. “As you wish.” His smirk deepened as he moved onto his knees, unbuttoning his pants. Cynthia watched with bated breath, her heartbeat erratic.

  Finally, his large, thick cock came on display. Cynthia’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She had never seen a dick that big before. She guessed it to be almost nine inches long and at least two in girth. How on Earth was something of that size going to fit inside her tight little pussy?

  Sullivan stroked his cock for a moment before yanking off Cynthia’s pants in a flash. Sullivan leaned down, tugging on her baby blue panties with his teeth, jerking his head back as if he wanted to snap it off. Cynthia could do nothing but watch, spreading her legs for him.

  Her panties dug into her sensitive flesh, making her yelp. The soft material teased her as Sullivan continued to tug on the small blue bow before finally his fingers wrapped around the waistband, yanking the lingerie off her body with a loud rip.

  His eyes locked on her bare pussy, now glistening with excitement. He licked his lips and suddenly, his hands were around her hips, impaling her on his thick cock in a flash. She cried out, feeling him stuff every inch of her. She moaned loudly, gripping the satin sheets, feeling her brain going numb with pleasure. His cock felt so incredibly big inside of her. It was like he was going to rip right through her at any moment.

  Sullivan didn’t seem to notice. All he could focus on was how amazing her tight pussy felt. Her walls quivered around him as he hammered against her womb, going harder and harder, possessed by a lust he had never felt before. His breathing became ragged as he took hold of her jiggling breasts, using them as handholds as he picked up the pace, quickly getting close to the edge.

  Cynthia, however, was already fighting with her climax. Pleasure flooded through her system until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Crying out, she felt her juices spill out, coating Sullivan’s cock still pumping in and out of her. She slumped back, a bright smile on her face.

  Moments later, Sullivan followed suit, pulling out and cumming all over her, shooting load after load of his sticky sperm all over her chest, covering her tits like a frosting. Exhausted, he collapsed beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

  “Wow…” they both said in unison.

  Chapter Five

  When Cynthia woke, her whole body felt sore. Her mind was hazy for a moment before memories of last night came rushing back. She looked around quickly, searching for her newfound lover, but he was nowhere in sight. “Sullivan?” she called out into the empty bedroom, but there was no answer.

  A soft breeze rolled in from the open window, fluttering the golden-colored curtains. Cynthia sighed, wondering where he had gone. She was about to doze off again when she was possessed by the sudden need to explore. It was as if the corners of the room were calling out to her. Sullivan would come back eventually, she thought.

  So she got up, but doing so, she noticed the mess on her chest. She groaned slightly, feeling her own juices seeping out of her. Images of last night flashed before her eyes and her hormones flared up once more. She noticed an open door and peered inside. To her benefit, it was a bathroom. She quickly cleaned herself up before padding back into the room. She started buttoning up her shirt that had somehow managed to stay on her body throughout the night.

  Cynthia walked up to the fireplace first. It was made of a smooth, green-colored granite. Its white colored-swirls gave it a rich, elaborate pattern. She traced her finger over some of them, shivering as she felt just how cold it was. The fireplace itself looked like it had not been lit in a very long time. There were a few ashes on the bottom, but they looked like they had been there for ages.

  Sitting on the mantelpiece were a few interesting artifacts. There was a strange
-looking bronze statue of a monkey, sitting like Buddha. It had its hands over its stomach while another set of hands covered his elongated ears. Cynthia half-expected him to have another set of arms, to make him a Buddha/Kali hybrid. She stared at it a few moments longer, but she still couldn’t quite make out what it was.

  Moving to the left, there was a beautiful broach, pinned to a rose-patterned upholstery. The peacock, engraved in what looked like near-tarnishing silver, looked almost lifelike. Its large, pluming feathers were a vibrant mixture of iridescent greens and dashing blues. Cynthia gently ran her fingers over it, smiling to herself. Sullivan sure did have a love for strange antiques.

  Finally, Cynthia arrived at the center of the mantelpiece. Here, a breathtaking dragon necklace was settled in a glass display, which shone brightly as if someone had just finished polishing it. Each of its dark, raven black scales was carved into the onyx-like material. The dragon’s long, slender neck made up about half of the necklace, while the painstakingly detailed wings and tail made up the rest. Cynthia got on her tiptoes, pressing her face closer to the glass display until her nose was almost touching it.

  Tiny rubies had been used for the eyes. Its tail had barge spikes that looked rather intimidating. Cynthia wondered how any craftsman could have gotten so much detail into a relatively small piece of jewelry.

  She looked around the room, seeing that it was still empty. Cautiously, she took the glass box, holding it in her hands. She gently opened it, exposing the necklace. She held her breath and picked it up. It was cold to the touch. She was almost disappointed not to have the little dragon come to life in her hand. Instead, it laid motionless as her fingertips ran along the dragon’s spine.

  Finally, she gathered up her courage and draped it around her neck. It was made in such a way that the dragon’s head was nuzzled against the hollow of her neck, his maw looking like it was about to set her heart on fire. The dragon’s tail wrapped around her neck in a choker fashion, while the impressive wings spread out across her shoulders.

 

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