by Zara Novak
His tongue pushed into my mouth, circling against my own as his scent and warmth invaded my body. I allowed my hands to circle around his waist and traced my fingers over his skin. God, he felt good. His hips dug against my own, and I felt his erection, solid and fat, digging against my dripping pussy.
God, I wanted him. Is that what blood did to me?
In a second of savage control he tore his lips away from mine, spun me around on the spot and slammed me down, bending me over the table. I gasped from the force of the movement. One strong hand pressed firmly against my shoulder blades, pinning me down against the table as his other hand ripped my panties down my legs to my knees.
“Claim,” he growled, and as I looked back, I saw him take out his cock and with his other hand he pushed it up against my opening before thrusting forward.
A sharp cry of pain and excitement left my lips as he pulled himself deep inside. Where Ronan had been delicate and danced with elements of foreplay, Victor did not seem concerned at all. His fat cock swelled inside me and stretched my tight walls. He didn’t feel as long as Ronan, but his cock was much thicker, filling me to the point of pain, but just enough that it still felt enjoyable.
And the way he handled me was markedly different too, much more forceful, much more possessive, using me like a thing that needed to be fucked instead of something to make love to.
“Claim,” he growled again, his hand still forcing me down as his hips drew back and barreled forward, slamming his powerful cock deep into my tight cunt.
If I had thought Ronan was rough, then he was nothing compared to Victor. There was no delicacy to the vampire at all, every thrust was delivered with the utmost power possible, even to the point where the table edged across the floor until it hit the wall. His hands squeezed deep into my flesh, and his rhythm quickly crested into a maddening pace which left me afraid and excited.
He fucked me rough and hard, his hands balling my hair into a tight fist and pulling my head back as his thighs slammed against me. Each powerful thrust forced sound from my mouth, fucking every last ounce of innocence from my body with each stroke from his thick cock.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good. He somehow made me feel dirty and amazing at the same time, like my body and pussy belonged only to him, like he was the only one that could fuck me this way.
I clenched around him, orgasms shattering through my body like raindrops against a great lake. My nails scratched against the leather cushioning on the massage table, my toes curling against the cool bathroom tiles underfoot. Breath was hoarse in my throat, my eyes scrunched tight until stars swam in my vision.
And then I finally felt him swelling inside me, his already fat cock growing more in girth as his balls got ready to explode. Words failed me now as my mouth tried to sing my pleasure. I just screamed ‘Fuck!’ over and over, or ‘Yes!’ or some primal grunting that came from a part of the brain only concerned with orgasms.
His cock erupted inside me, filling me with plumes of molten come which coated my tight and trembling walls. He came a surprising amount, his cock squeezing over and over again, firing hot ropes of magma into my tight pussy until I was sure I was full. Then he pulled out and I felt his seed dripping down my thighs, which were trembling as I tried to keep myself upright.
“Fuck,” I said, breath shaking on my lips, my arms trembling while I turned around and slumped against the floor. My hair was hot and sticky, stuck against my face and forehead from sweat. My pussy felt warm, numb and sort of sore to the touch. Victor had used every inch of me, but I couldn’t say I hadn’t found it enjoyable.
The tiles cool touch kissed my punished skin, bringing some relief. I looked up and saw the vampire still standing with one arm resting against the table. His cock was still half-erect, looking as though it could go again. His chest was racing as he reclaimed his breath. Then I saw his eyes.
The black depths were there no longer. Now the pupils shone with the intensity of blazing ruby red.
“You’re coming back,” I whispered.
For the first time I saw humanity in his expression. What Ronan had said was really true. I was bringing them back from the brink.
“That might be the best fuck I’ve had in my entire life,” the vampire said through breathlessness. “Sweet mother of god, you’re one amazing piece of ass.”
I bristled a little at his words, even if they were meant to be a compliment. I crossed my arms, trying to shun him with my body language. “Is that how you talk to someone you just met?”
“Shut your god damn mouth and keep looking pretty,” he ordered. “That’s all you have to do.”
It seemed like Victor was a real charmer. “I guess we’re done here,” I said as I pulled myself up to my feet. “I’m going back to Ronan now.”
“Like hell you are,” Victor growled. “You think I’m done with that tight little body? Get here, slave.”
The words were laced with vampiric control, whipping through the air as invisible cords and wrapping around my body. I tried to fight against them as they tugged me forward and dropped me to my knees in front of him.
“Let me go,” I hissed as I looked up at him. His cock was only inches away from my face.
“I’m fucking that pretty little mouth of yours first. Then you can run back to Ronan and the others.” A dark smile came over his face. “What’s the matter? Don’t you want to be my plaything?”
I would be lying if I said I didn’t, I just hadn’t expected Victor to have this side to him. I thought he’d be some dumb jock type. Ronan had said he was the brawn and a combat expert, but I hadn’t expected some dickhead a-type alpha male.
“You’re a bit of a cock, that’s all.”
“I’ve got a lot of energy coursing through me.” He laughed. “And when I know what I want I take it. It just so happens I want you, and I know for a god damn fact that you’re enjoying this.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Don’t have to. That’s what you’re for.” Prick. “You’re gonna suck me dry and then we’re gonna bathe together. You want to please daddy, don’t you? Suck it princess. Be my little fuck thing.”
It was probably the vampire blood coursing through my veins, but I found myself carrying out his orders. I grabbed his fat cock in one hand, wrapped my hand around the impossible girth and dipped his head into my mouth. I could taste my pussy juices and semen on his cock. It made me wet all over.
“Hands down,” he commanded. “I set the pace.”
I did as he said, dropping my hands between my legs so I could play with myself. Victor wrapped both his hands around my head, forced his cock all the way to the back of my throat and started pumping. I can’t say it was easy at first, the sensation was completely new to me and his cock filled my mouth entirely, his length pressing up against the back of my throat and bringing the urge to gag.
Somehow, I fought that instinct though, and I found myself moaning around his cock as his powerful hips slammed forward and fucked my face. Tears brimmed in my eyes and I looked up at him, humming in pleasure while my fingers circled over my slick clit.
“That’s it,” Victor said, purring to himself as he fucked my face harder and deeper. I lifted one hand up between his thighs and grabbed his balls, massaging them in my hands softly and tugging on them too. The little motion was all he needed to come, his eyes widening as an orgasm took him by complete surprise.
“The fuck!” he shouted.
The vampire clasped my head tight in his hands and his cock exploded inside my mouth, covering my tongue and throat with showers of hot and sticky cum. He pulled out of my mouth, his cock still erupting, and jets of white come shot onto my face, running down my cheeks, lips, and down my throat. He even came on my tits.
When he had finished, he dropped back onto the ground on his knees, panting on all four as he wrestled with the last of his orgasm. I cleaned up as best I could and stood up to look down at him.
“Daddy like?” I teased. Victor migh
t like to think that he was in control, but I wasn’t going to have it. Little boys like this merely needed to learn respect.
“How the fuck did you do that?” he panted. “As soon as you grabbed my balls I just had to explode.”
That much was obvious. Though I couldn’t deny this had been another unexpected round of fun with a vampire captor, my mind was still set on more important things, like getting the fuck out of here and away from these crazy bastards. I wasn’t running away covered in dried cum, however.
“Get up and follow me,” I ordered. “You’re cleaning me in the shower.”
The brute blinked back at me stupidly as I walked away from him. I made sure to make my hips roll as he watched my ass move away. I got the impression he wanted to bathe together, but I had never been a big fan of baths and found showers much more appealing.
The shower was in a small room just off from the bath. It was a large waterfall behind a glass partition. As I walked in, I turned the jets and waited for the water to steam. I saw Victor step sheepishly into the room just as I entered the water.
“Well?” I said over my shoulder. “Are you cleaning me or not?”
He came in after a moment and joined me under the hot waters, his hands instantly smoothing around my curves as he took me from behind. Our lips found one another and met, his right hand snaking down between my thighs, his fingers curling into my slit.
“I want your ass,” he growled. I could feel his erection burning against it.
“Take it then,” I said back.
Without warning he forced me against the shower wall and spread my cheeks apart. That’s when I saw a small bottle in his hand. He emptied its contents onto his cock and covered it liberally. Plenty of lube for this insane endeavor.
And then his hands were back on me again. Slick to the touch. He forced the head of his fat cock against my tight ring of muscle and inched forward, taking a little more care, though not much, than he did with my pussy.
His solid length opened up my ass and plunged deep inside until his base was flush against me. I felt myself clench around him. It was an odd feeling. Warm, slightly painful but also hot as fuck.
Victor drew back and then he slammed forward again, more powerful this time, using the kind of force I would come to expect only from him.
“No one else will take you like this,” he growled as he balled my hair into his fist.
“No,” I gasped.
“You’re my little fuck thing.”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“Mouth, pussy, ass. When I play, I play hard. I’ll always leave you shaking and wanting more.”
My hand wondered down between my thighs and I circled the pads of my fingers over my clit. Each sharp thrust from his cock felt like heaven all over again, his body stretching mine with a warm and heady pain that blurred the lines of pleasure.
He might be reclaiming his mind by feeding the animalistic lust within him, but in that moment, he was full beast, ravaging my body with a primal rage that both terrified and aroused me. I opened my mouth around my forearm, which was pressed against the tiles, clamped down gently and screamed pleasure into my skin, my arm muffling the sound.
With violent and fast strokes, he came one more time, his fat cock exploding inside my tight hole and coating me with more waves of molten hot cum.
Pussy, mouth, and ass. He had used and abused every single inch of me. The most worrying thing is how much I had enjoyed it.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Victor pulled out, and for a few seconds I stayed against the tiles while he stepped back into the hot water falling behind us. My ass and pussy were now numb with a warm and tingling touch. I was sure that sitting down would be sore tomorrow.
I turned around and stepped back into the hot waters to join him, relishing the feeling of the water as I stepped in under the rainfall shower. The heat washed away the tension and weariness plaguing my body.
To my surprise Victor did set about cleaning me. He grabbed a loafer, some amazing smelling soaps and lathered me from head to toe, taking the most delicate care to circle his palms over my body and press out all the pain.
When we finally climbed out of the shower, we wrapped ourselves in plush towels. Victor took my hand and I followed him back through the pool to a dressing room of sorts. As we walked past the large window looking over the Carapath mountains I noticed the glass was now tinted with dark black.
“It’s day now,” I said, saying the words out loud without realizing.
“The tint is just a precaution,” he said. “Ninety percent of the time these mountains are covered in blizzards, which block out most of the natural sunlight. My brothers and I are free to wonder these mountains as we see fit.”
I paused then, noticing that his crimson red eyes were even sharper than before. It appeared that the vampire now standing before me was with the full faculty of his mind. Had I really pulled him back from the throes of the savage curse that beat within his heart?
“You’re… you.”
He smiled at me. It was a cocky smile, one that betrayed perhaps a playboy sort of attitude, but it was a smile that betrayed humanity at least. “I am. It feels good to be back. Sorry if things got a little rough in there… the dragon inside me takes my darkest impulses and amplifies them ten times over.”
“So, you are a cocky bastard normally, but not that much?”
Victor winked at me. “I’m just saying that when lust comes into the equation it’s very easy for my brothers and I to lose control. Even Xander is a different person when the magic takes hold of him.”
“Xander, the one that saved me.” The fast one. The smart one. “Is he different from the rest of you somehow?”
“We’re all similar in a lot of ways, but we have different things that make us tick. He and I are about as different as they come. He’s more of a lover than a fighter. Very artistic. I swear I caught him reading a poetry book once.” He laughed. “He’s a soft one.”
“There’s nothing wrong with poetry. Maybe he’s just more secure in his masculinity?”
Victor flashed a dark smile my way. “I’m always willing to show you more masculinity if you’re in any doubt of my abilities.”
“I’m just saying that there are all sorts of different men. Xander is no less a man than you, just because he’s not some meathead jock.”
“I’ll have you know that I worked hard to get this body, and it’s not my fault I’m good at sports and fighting. The emotional stuff that comes with women…” He waved a hand through the air dismissively. “That’s never been my forte. Doesn’t make any sense to me. You’re best talking to Xander if you ever want to air your feelings.”
“So, you’re just the fuck boy?”
It was meant to be an insult, but he smiled. I think he was too dumb to realize. “Fuck boy. I like that. Suits me just fine. I’m the one that will give you the good fuck you’ll never get from the rest. Slam your face into the pillows, ram my cock into your tight little cunt.” Darkness gleamed in those wicked eyes. “The fantasy that all women have, but never admit out loud. I’ll give you the very thing you want.”
I raised a brow as if I was above his dirty talk, but in all honesty, it aroused me all over again. That was the dream, right? Having a man that could talk poetry with you and then give you a savage fucking that left you crying out for more? It just so happened that there was more than one man in this situation, but they were all okay sharing me.
For some reason.
“How does the curse work exactly?” I asked him. “Ronan said you’re slowly losing your minds.”
He nodded. “We all go through waves of lucidity and savagery, and we tend to go through them at the same time. When we first took the draconic power, things were fine for a long time, but we noticed unusual things between very fine cracks. Then it would be a random night here or there, one of us would lose control and go completely… feral.”
“Things have slowly been getting worse?”
“Slowly at first, but it feels like we’re all sliding down at increasing speed now. Before long it was affecting all of us. It would be one night a month, then two, then one night a week, then several days in a row. Now things are worse than they’ve ever been. About twenty percent of the time we’re our lucid selves, the rest of the time we’re walking the lines of feral insanity. My mind hasn’t been this clear in months.”
“You seem like a completely different person to the vampire hunting me back in the woods.”
“I haven’t been this lucid in a long time. Even our ‘sane’ selves now are a shadow of our former selves. That vampire back in the woods, I’m barely in control of him. It’s like I’m a prisoner trapped in my own mind, watching my body follow every whim.”
There was sadness in his eyes for a moment. “But now I’m here…” I said.
Victor looked up at me. “Now you’re here.”
“And I’m supposed to be the one that saves you all.”
He turned his head, looking as though he was actually afraid of something. “You don’t want to be that person?”
“This is all just very new to me, that’s all I’m saying.” I looked away. If Victor even sensed for a moment that I was thinking of running away it could fuck everything up. He was meant to be the ‘dumb’ one, that meant he was my best chance of leaving. “How could I even get out of here if I wanted to? I’m one girl against four draconic vampires and a never-ending blizzard. Those odds don’t sound too appealing to me.”
He huffed a laugh. “Don’t let Ronan fill your head with too much nonsense. This castle is a fortress, or it certainly used to be at least. My brothers and I could drive off an army if we were all lucid, as things stand, we have never been weaker. Without all four of us mentally present our coven has serious chinks in its armor.”
“Still… I couldn’t survive out in that cold. There’s no way a girl could escape here.”
If Victor hadn’t cottoned onto what I was doing by now, then there was no chance he would. I’d met guys like this before and knew exactly what I needed to say to get the truth out of him. Victor was clearly physically gifted, but I suspected he was insecure about his academic abilities compared to the others. I knew there had to be a way out of here, but by doubting it with absolute certainty I opened him up to the chance to prove me wrong.