She left on the tight yoga pants she’d worn during the ceremony; which could double as classy, but came with an invisible sign that said “insert penis back here please” to every guy on earth. I gulped as she looked at me like a predator surveying her next meal, and my brain churned for some way to change the topic.
“Do you do this often?” was my brilliant answer to the awkwardness.
“Invite strange men back to my bedroom, or turnings?” she quirked an eyebrow.
“Okay, I walked into that one,” I admitted.
“Turnings,” I answered with conviction.
“This is my third, but we do a dozen or so every year. There is a pretty strict vetting process,” she shrugged like it was all in a day’s work.
“Vetting?” I kept the conversation going, and away from the way her tits stretched the fabric of her shirt to the limit.
“Oh yeah,” she nodded. “There’s a lot of red tape you have to cut through if you want to be turned into a vampire; both with the human government and the elders,” the way she said “elders” made me think she was new to the rank. She didn’t think of herself as a member of the vamp ruling class.
“Vampires are picky about who they bring into eternal life. After all, a maker is responsible for the people they turn. If you turn someone who isn’t worthy, or ready for this life, then you’re putting your own existence on the line. The elders don’t fuck around when it comes to blood junkies, and a maker will either lose their head or have to kill the vamp they turned. It’s not pretty.”
I could agree to that, but with that line of questioning out of the way, she was staring at me like a rare steak again.
“What was Caroline saying about children?” I latched onto the final statement the other vamp said about her and Jack before they moved on to the actual turning. “Vamps and humans can have children, right?” that much I thought I knew.
“But those children are always human,” Marcella stated. “If you were a parent, would you want to watch your kids grow old and die?”
“No,” I shook my head. “That would suck balls.”
“Exactly, and you wouldn’t want to just turn them. It’s much better for them to be born.” The way she said it told me the classism Makaylah told me about within the vamp species was still alive and well.
“Is there any difference between born and turned?” I asked flippantly, like it didn’t matter.
From the look on her face, Marcella was one of those purists Caroline had been talking about. “Turned are weaker, slower, and can’t work magic. Only born have what it takes to be elders, and even then, only a handful of us can work the magic that was much more common in our ancestors.”
“There it is,” I thought as I saw the disdain hidden behind Marcella’s flirty expression. “The born blame the turned for diluting the magic of the vampire race.”
“You can’t really continue a race with such a small gene pool,” I replied. Based on the way Marcella rolled her eyes, it was probably the same argument the vampire moderates used on this issue.
“Enough about us,” she snapped, and showed a little fang. “I’m here to talk about you.”
“Me, I’m nobody,” I shrugged as the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “Just a normal human.”
If she looked down on turned vamps, she sure as shit looked down on humans. They would be nothing but intelligent food to her. Instead, she smiled and made a tsk-tsk sound as she waved her finger back and forth.
“You’re far from a normal human, Cameron Dupree,” she studied me closely, and my reptilian hindbrain told me to get the fuck out of there. “I’m going to tell you a secret,” she blurred and was standing next to me before I could react. She was a hell of a lot faster than Caroline, and I was sure she could hear my heart going apeshit. “I’m a vampire elder, but I don’t belong to this coven.”
“What?” I didn’t like where this was going.
“I was sent here by Ms. Venitas years ago to study under Evelyn. She’s the most respected elder on this side of the Rockies, but she doesn’t allow anyone to learn from her that isn’t in her coven. So, here I am, stuck in Reno for another few years,” she spoke about Reno the same way Dani did. “Make no mistake, my loyalties are to the cabal, not Evelyn,” she continued. “And I have my orders to check you out.”
“Check me out?” I gulped. “If you have any questions; Dani, Xamira, and Lilith have all the answers. The cabal has a sample from me. They did a bunch of science stuff to it. I can’t tell you anything more than what the cabal already knows.”
“We’ll see about that,” she circled me like a lioness cornering a wildebeest in the Serengeti. “No one can tell more about a person’s blood than a vampire elder.”
I felt magic begin to flood into the room so quickly I dissolved into an uncontrollable sneezing fit. This wasn’t the springtime fragrance from the turning. It was harsh and spicey. It made my eyes water, and my sinuses rebel.
“What . . .?” I began, and then I met her eyes.
They were an endless abyss of sapphire, and I fell right in. I fell and fell and fell. It wasn’t like the mindfuck Amanda gave me when she Anima whammied me back at St. Vincent’s. This was pleasant by comparison. After a few moments, I floated back down to the metaphysical earth, and the world stopped spinning.
I gave a mental sigh, and tried to focus my attention on whatever the hell Marcella was doing. “What the fuck?” my eyes didn’t respond. They just stared straight ahead. “Shit . . . shit . . . shit,” I tried all my other body parts, but nothing obeyed my brain’s commands.
I wasn’t in the driver’s seat of my own body anymore. Whatever the vamp had done, she’d locked me in the trunk. Fear seeped into my blood as I tried, and failed, to call for help.
“Shhh,” Marcella came back into my field of vision and placed a finger to my immobile lips. “Everything is going to be just fine. You are in no danger,” she cooed, and if I wasn’t freaking the fuck out, I would have believed her. “Let’s see what we’re working with,” she easily picked me up and walked through an open door to the bedroom.
She plopped me on the edge of the bed, and despite not being able to fart if I wanted to, my body sat perfectly still where she placed me. “I’m still breathing, my hearts still beating . . .” I went through a mental checklist to ensure the vamp magic wasn’t killing me. Whatever had happened, all my involuntary bodily functions seemed to work just fine.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, Makaylah’s voice reminded me what was happening. It had been sophomore year, and I’d been walking to class one day with my friend, talking about vamp abilities, when she mentioned that elders could bespell people. She described it as totally taking away your moral right of free will. She was pretty pissed that any of her species could do it at all. She threw around the term “total violation” a lot, but I couldn’t remember anything else she’d said, or more importantly, how to break the spell.
“Yes,” my mind snapped back to the present as Marcella finished pulling off my pants.
Whatever she was doing, it left my dick out of my control. Normally, when a hottie takes off my boxers, I’m ready to go. Now, my cock was completely flaccid as she grabbed it in her hand and started stroking.
“This will do,” she played with my schlong for a bit, before her eyes migrated to my inner thigh. “Most vampires have a preference,” she seemed to be talking more to herself than me. “Everyone thinks we go for the carotid. It’s true that’s the easiest to get to, but I find the blood is much sweeter down here,” she caressed my inner thigh where my femoral pulsed beneath my skin.
“Oh shit,” I figured out what was going to happen a second before she struck.
Like a cobra, her fangs extended and she dug them into my leg. I gave a mental cry that never made it to my lips, but the pain only lasted a moment. A cool, numbing sensation replaced it, and then a few seconds later, warmth flooded my body.
“Aah,” I would have dissolved into a puddle of content
goo if I had control over anything.
I didn’t even think the sucking sound Marcella was making was weird or nasty. I didn’t even consider it sexy how blood flowed quickly into my cock, and it swelled to the point it was resting on the side of her face. Nothing mattered in the world. Nothing but the pure bliss I was experiencing.
I don’t know how long she drank from me, but it couldn’t have been that long considering how efficient vamp elders were at killing off blood junkies; as Marcella had affectionately referred to them. She emerged from between my legs, stroking my hard cock in her hand, her face beaming with glee.
“My, my, Cameron Dupree. Ms. Venitas is going to be excited to meet you,” blood coated her lips and a few drops dripped down her chin onto her comforter, but she didn’t care.
She ran her tongue over her lips, smearing my blood around like lipstick, and gathering up the excess on her chin with a finger. She slowly, seductively placed the finger in her mouth and drew it out with a feline purr. If I was myself, I’d probably cum then and there, but I had no control. She grinned at me, sensing my arousal under her spell, and smiled. Red-stained teeth shone back at me as she opened wide and slowly wrapped her lips around my cock. Her fingers tickled my balls as she wound her tongue around my tip.
The pleasure of the blowjob, mingled with the ecstasy of her venom, completely melted me like the wicked witch in Oz.
Buried underneath it all, my mind yelled for her to watch the fangs, but it never made it out. Her sharpened canines scraped against my dick, parting flesh, and adding more blood to her smorgasbord. She groaned in a frenzy as my dick-blood coated her tongue. All I could do was cry behind the mental walls hidden deep beneath the sea of euphoria. I couldn’t even enjoy it when she deepthroated me, and my cock slammed into the back of her throat. My ejaculation was just one more bit of pleasure lost in the enthrallment that her spell and venom had put me under.
She hungrily gulped down my seed along with my dick’s blood. With a satisfied hum, she extracted my cock from her mouth and let the bleeding flesh flop against her bed. I watched as red stained the fabric to the point it was a total loss.
“Please start healing,” I prayed to the gods the my weird, still-misunderstood abilities kicked in soon. It could scar a man for life looking at his mangled dick for too long.
Marcella stood over me cleaning her face, and savoring the last of my fluids. Then her expression turned downright wicked. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” she left my field of vision, but I heard the drawers of the dresser scrape open and closed.
She reappeared with a huge, black dildo. “Cosmo says men secretly enjoy when a woman stimulated their prostate. Let’s test that.”
“Oh, fuck no!” my mind rebelled as she started to flip me over. It was one think to get the Vampire’s Kiss, and a hummer from a hot vamp, but it was another thing entirely to get a dildo that looked like it belonged on some horse shifter shoved up my ass.
The euphoria of her venom faded a little as I fought harder against its effects. The spell sputtered under my mental assault, and I flopped onto my back as she strapped the dildo onto her front with some leather contraption.
“I like a fighter,” she flashed her fangs at me, our eyes met, and all the progress I’d made at the walls around my mind crumbled. I fell back into the sapphire well of total oblivion.
She grabbed me by the hips and turned me back over. I felt the tip of her dildo against the flesh of my ass and mentally braced for the worst. “Fucking rapey vamps,” I continued to beat my metaphysical will against my mental prison, but it did jack shit.
“Just relax,” she purred into my ear.
I was busy doing the opposite when the door to her room flew open with a bang. “YOU WILL NOT HARM MASTER!” a high-pitched voice shriek, followed by a familiar wave of power.
I didn’t see Marcella get tossed off me, but I heard her hit the wall.
“Use my strength, Master,” I felt a pressure on my consciousness, and instinctually opened up.
Power flooded into me. The mental prison collapsed like it was made of tissue paper, and I surged off the bed. I was still a bit loopy from the venom in my bloodstream, but I stood my ground and faced Marcella. Just as I instinctually knew to reach for the mysterious power, I also knew whoever had given it to me was not a threat. The threat was in front of me.
The telekinetic toss hadn’t really hurt the elder vamp. She gracefully got to her feet and surveyed me, along with whoever was behind me. She tried to meet my eyes, to bespell me a third time, but I focused on her tits. Much safer to look at an elder vamp’s tits than her eyes.
“I don’t usually play with my food,” she flirted.
“Bullshit,” I called her on it, “and go fuck yourself,” I added for good measure. “Lilith!” I didn’t know if I could take Marcella, but I was sure my succubus could.
It took a second, but a gust of wind announced her arrival. It might have been the call, or the sudden surge of panic across the mark she’d imprinted on the back of my hand, but either way, I felt a rush of comfort as she stood by my side.
“I had orders,” Marcella was immediately defensive. She tried to remain cool and confident, but I saw the uncertainty in her eyes. Plus, having a fake dong strapped to her hips undermined her argument.
“You had orders to test his blood, and perhaps his seed if you deemed it necessary. You did not have orders to do . . . whatever you were planning,” Lilith’s eyes were emerald stone as she drilled them into Marcella. Apparently, there was a trick to avoid being bespelled by an elder vamp, and Lilith knew it.
The two women faced off for several uncomfortable seconds. Thankfully, an interruption occurred before it could devolve into violence. “What is the meaning of this?” Evelyn stood in the doorway. “And what is a Fae doing unconscious on the floor.”
“The answer to your first question is that Marcella was abusing her privilege, and I demand compensation,” Lilith’s voice was calm, too calm.
“You shall have it,” Evelyn took one look at the fake dong and ruled in Lilith’s favor. “Four times whatever you paid, Marcella.”
The young vamp’s eyes bulged at the order, and I had the feeling I was going to be rolling in green soon. That made me feel a little better.
“As for the Fae . . .” Lilith shrugged.
“She called me master and gave me power,” I felt like I needed to come to the Fae’s defense.
She, he, it; I wasn’t sure what they were, but they were passed out face down on the floor. It was four foot nothing, weighed seventy-five pounds soaking wet, and if I looked really hard, I swear to gods I could see thin, see-through wings on its back. Its hair was cut boyishly short, but I’d seen the same pixie-cut on women before. Its hair was an inhuman blue-white, but it looked natural on it. Its flesh was too pale beneath scruffy traveling clothes that smelled like exhaust, oil, and other fluids I was intimately familiar with. When a detailed look was complete, my first thought was traveling hobo; but I could sense they were Fae now that Evelyn mentioned it.
Whoever, and whatever, they were; they were another mystery.
“Very well,” Evelyn raised an eyebrow and gave me a closer look. “She is your responsibility.”
“Gather her,” Lilith ordered. “We’ll retreat to our suites for the remainder of the evening, and leave first thing in the morning to avoid any other . . . misunderstandings.”
“A car will be waiting out front,” Evelyn bowed her head. “On behalf of my coven, I apologize for Marcella’s . . . misguided actions,” the two women could play diplomacy with the best of them.
Lilith nodded and they left. Just like that it was over. Marcella was only going to get a slap on the wrist, but I was going to make bank. In my mind, that wasn’t exactly fair when I almost took a horse cock up the ass; but I had bigger things to think about.
As I scooped up the unconscious Fae, I felt something there. A thread that connected me and this Fae sprang to life on contact. It was thin and fe
eble, but it told me the creature in my arms was alive, unconscious, female, and without a doubt mine.
Chapter 6
I didn’t sleep much that night. Part of it was the party. Six hours after starting the turning, Jack pulled through. He looked exhausted, and needed to feed before being around anything with a pulse, but he was alive. Caroline was ecstatic, and the vamps had partied until the break of dawn. The music and celebration didn’t carry much through the well-built spa, but I could hear it when they got themselves riled up about something. In the back of my mind, I envisioned some type of blood orgy out of a Blade movie, but it was probably just drinking and dancing.
The other part was the fear that Marcella would sneak in during the dead of night and buttfuck me. It had been Evelyn and Lilith that punished her, but I had no doubt she held me responsible. She was a purist vampire, born not turned, and an elder to boot. She thought she was hot shit, and she was; but that still didn’t give her the right to bespell me like that.
Furthermore, I was a little pissed at Lilith, and I gave her a piece of my mind as we headed back to our suites.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” I snapped, the unconscious Fae in my arms was light as a feather. “Aren’t you supposed to tell me if you pimp me out? Hell, I was under the impression a little thing called consent still applied.”
“You’re right,” she didn’t put up a fight, and the look on her face, now that we were alone, was more than a little disturbed. “My mother passed the order down, and no one refuses my mother,” it sounded a lot like the warning Via had given me about the queen of the cabal. “Still, I should have informed you, and Marcella should not have bespelled you. I thought you would be more than willing to engage with her. She is . . .”
“A blood sucking bitch,” it clearly wasn’t what Lilith expected me to say, but it brought a small smile to her lips.
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