by Ana Calin
He hisses, straining against the hold of his own strength, but I flex harder, keeping him pinned with his arms to the wall.
“Rux,” he growls, the strong chords of his wrists protruding as he balls those huge fists.
“Vlad,” I whisper, now grinding my hips forward into my own touch with snake-like moves. I ogle him in a dirty way as I grow horny beyond belief. The sight of this magnificent, muscular predator, now restrained for my pleasure, with that huge cock that so obviously wants me would be enough to have me come in a minute. But I slow my rhythm, determined to make this the best it can be for both of us.
Vlad Dracula has been my husband for two years, we’ve been together for two and a half, but only now I discover how much pleasure I actually take from restraining him, from exerting power over him. How I enjoy this dark sensation, even though I am afraid, deep down, that he could break my hold.
But God, I love his face like this, crazy for my blood and desiring me to the point of madness at the same time, and I’m willing to risk anything to keep this going.
“All right, do not free me,” he says thickly. “But let me come to my knees and please you.”
“No.”
“Ah,” he growls in frustration, his fangs elongating even more, the veins between his arm muscles showing.
“I told you, I’ll only be pleased when you want to fuck me more than you want to suck my blood. When you beg me to free your arms, when you’re willing to swear to me that my blood will be safe, but you’ll ravage my pussy.”
“Rux, I beg of you.”
I grin, pumping myself harder, my tits bobbing as I do, which I know he adores.
“Do you want to fuck me now, Vlad?”
“I want to make love to you,” he rumbles, low and dark. “But in such a way that you understand that you are forever mine, and only mine.”
“So possessive.” I stress the s, opening my legs wider, giving him a full view of my hand pumping my pussy. When he hisses, straining against the strength of his own arms again, his huge cock twitching, I’m afraid I’ll come. And I can’t come, I’d lose, and he’d win. And all he’s done was just stand there, pinned to the wall, looking mind-blowingly beautiful.
I close my legs and pick up his tumbler that’s still half full, pressing my large, soft breasts to his concrete body. He stares at me without blinking as I raise both my hands, one with the sparkling one, the other with my own cream all over it. I raise an eyebrow, my eyes completely black.
“What will it be, King of Vampires? Sparkling wine, or pussy juice.”
“Let me taste you,” he says thickly.
“Oh, so you think you can do it without grazing my skin? Because that would infect me with your disease.”
“I won’t graze you.”
I smile and put a finger to his mouth, my heart beating like crazy. But not out of fear, but because of the anticipation. The moment those sensual red lips close around my fingers, hot and wet, my clit starts throbbing.
“I wonder,” I whisper, staring hypnotized at his mouth locked on my fingers. His eyes are hooded for the first time since we started this, as if he enjoys the sensation even more than I do. “Would you be able to refrain from biting if I let you lick me down there?”
He opens his eyes, blood burning like lava in them. His cheeks have caught colour as well, his chest hot, now heaving.
“Ruxandra Basarab,” he says huskily, “you’re my wife. My feelings for you run deep, and are beyond explaining in words. But they can get dark and dangerous.” He wets his lips, making mine part with the need to kiss him. “I can’t help it, I want you to be my mistress. I want you to do what you want with me. Use me, my body, my passion for you, my love for you in any way you like.” Darkness ripples in his voice and his eyes. “Make me your slave, body and soul.”
My heart jumps, not only because of the emotional exaltation, but because of the meaning behind his words.
“Are you pledging your soul to me?” I murmur. “As you would to a demon?”
“I pledged my soul to you as my wife two years ago. If I think about it, my soul has always been yours, which is why you are my Grail. But right now we have to deal with a creature similar to a demon, Rux, and this creature has power over me. I want to try and break that power by pledging myself to another, just like you pledged yourself to me to be free of Moros.” He pauses, looks hard at me. “You’re free of him now, but you’re still his biological descendant. You are half demon, it’s the ugly truth. But you’re also the only one that I’d submit to under any circumstances, no questions asked, no second thoughts.”
Those words send a new prickle through my stomach.
“You’d submit to me?”
“Completely.”
But I don’t feel like a demon even in this state of darkness. Yes, I have power over people, humans and supernaturals alike, and it’s a kind of power that is specific to me, and not my ancestor, Moros. He could create doom, while I can manipulate people’s bodies as if they are my own. I had to be disconnected from Moros completely in order to discover my own personal superpower, and now that I have I’m probably enjoying it more than I should, but still.
“Vlad, I don’t know if I can take your soul. I’m not.... I’m not evil,” I breathe.
“No. But you’re half-demon nonetheless, and I want you as my mistress.”
Mistress, submission. My clit throbs with desire.
I take the tumbler to Vlad’s mouth, taking in his brutal but beautiful face. I watch the golden, sparkling liquid disappear between his blood red lips, and think of how they will feel on my pussy. But until then....
I set the empty tumbler down on the nightstand, and touch my tongue to his chest, this time licking long and hard. His muscles flex under his skin as he tries to move and meet my kisses. I continue kissing him as I go down to my knees. His huge cock throbs with desire when my face reaches its level, pre-cum on top of its crest.
I look at it with reverence. This is the man I love, my husband, and our connection is out of this world. This is so much more to me than dirty lust, and the emotional component makes this all the more intense, but also all the more dirty.
I stick out my tongue and touch it to the edge of his crest, making him flex and squirm and hiss. I look up at him, squeezing my breasts together with my arms, and rising on my knees so that I can take his cock between them. I move back and forth, his manhood feeling like an iron baton between my soft tits, taking him in my mouth as I go.
He tries to move his hips to meet my mouth, but I force his body in place, his muscular butt hitting the wall.
“You’re naked, and at my disposal, oh great Dracula,” I say, giving him a dirty look and moving back and forth faster with my breasts, him sliding between them easily from my saliva. When I take him again into my mouth I can feel his veins pulsing, and I know he’s going to come. I let him out of my mouth with a popping sound, and rise slowly back to my feet.
He leans his head forward, the only part of his body that he can still really move. I have his arms, his hips and his legs pinned firmly against the wall, displayed for my pleasure.
I take a few steps away from him until my calves hit the edge of the bed.
“I will loosen the hold on you now,” I say, and motion with my chin towards the wall opposite to the bed. The desk has one chair and a notepad, as if the room were meant for business people, and not hookers’ clients. “I want you to walk to that desk, turn the chair around to face the bed, and sit on it. Can you do that without jumping on me?”
“Mistress.” He nods in acceptance, his eyes moving from my face to my breasts, to my legs and then back again with a hunger that elates me.
I loosen the strength activated in his body just enough to let him move, but I keep my power running through his muscles just in case. By God, the sensation I get—the King of Vampires, submitting to my will. It feels surreal, dizzying, amazing.
I lick my lips as I watch him turn the chair around.
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sp; “Closer to the bed,” I order.
He pulls it closer and takes a seat. I watch him sit there, broad shouldered, displaying those pecs and those abs, his arms thick, muscled and veined. God, he’s perfect. He rests an elbow on his thigh, the king of bad boys daring me to give him my best.
My lips quirk up, and I walk to him, determined to live up to his provocation. He stares up at me in sexy defiance, but I run my power through his muscles and force his hands back, as if cuffed behind the back of the chair.
I bite my lower lip, relishing the sight of him at my disposal, making him lean his head back.
“You’ll pay for that bold way you looked at me, slave king.”
I sink my hand in his wild long hair, tugging a little. Nothing changes in his face, but his jaw ticks, his gaze fiery with want. Placing a foot on the edge of the bed, I rise and bring my pussy to level of his mouth. He growls with desire when he realizes what I’m about to do, and moves his upper body forward, breaking my hold.
I panic for a moment, realizing that my control could be only a mirage—Vlad Dracula can break it if he wants, but he chooses not to. His lips meet my folds, and his tongue immediately slides between them, licking my clit. Pleasure courses from my nub to the rest of my body, all the way to my curling toes.
I throw my head back, moaning and pressing my pussy to my husband’s mouth, building up dangerously fast as he licks like a man crazed for my body. He moans, pushing his strong jaw into my folds, as if he wants me all over his face. One look into his eyes makes me almost come undone, but I manage to pull back. It takes an effort that makes my core clench painfully.
Something flashes in Vlad’s lava-hot irises, and I know that he’s distracted for a moment, just after I take myself away from his mouth.
I step down from the bed and straddle him, holding on to his broad shoulders for support. My eyes locked on his, I lower myself to his engorged manhood, getting goose bumps when it touches my entrance.
“Oh,” I whimper. I must be quite a sight, a horny demoness with black eyes and white skin, whimpering like a virgin when she feels a man’s rod against her folds.
He pushes his hips up, nudging me, and I begin to fully understand that he could break my power and take me. Instead, he submits to me as I slide down on his cock, undulating slowly, my walls slick but tight around him. It hurts a little, but I know that paradise awaits once my body adapts to his size. It’s been awhile since we last made love.
“Ah, Rux, I swear your body is heaven,” Vlad rumbles full of passion, the sinews in his neck now swelling as he struggles with his own desire. I now have his entire attention again, whatever distracted him before is either gone or too unimportant.
I move faster, rocking my hips on him, his manhood sliding deep inside of me through the juice of my arousal. I’m building up, my breath hitching, but whenever I’m close or I feel that he is I slow down.
“I beg you, Rux, let me come.”
“How badly to you want to come, Vlad?”
I lower my face to his and kiss him, sweetly, my moves now slow and lascivious, enjoying the feel of his skin on mine, and the way he fits perfectly inside me. He moans, leaning into my kiss like a surrendering man. Vlad Dracula is handing over all control.
We peel our lips off each other’s, and he stares at me in a way that sends a thrill through my heart. I swear he seems a teenager falling in love, purely, passionately, completely.
“Take my body, and take my soul, mistress.”
I ride him faster, harder, until I lose it.
“Pledge yourself to me for eternity, King of Vampires.” I slam down on him, feeling his enormous cock throbbing against my walls, pushing them apart painfully.
“I am all yours forever, mistress,” he repeats.
“How badly do you want me?”
“More than anything, mistress, ah, fuck me hard,” he growls, baring his teeth, his jaw locking, his face scrunched. I’m so worked up that I can’t control it anymore, even though it means losing my own game, right when I thought I’d be winning. I come first, the juice of my climax exploding around him, sending shockwaves through my entire body.
I claw his shoulders, my moan long and high-pitched. As I buck and stiffen in spasms of pleasure Vlad breaks my hold, his huge hand fisting in my hair. My eyes blast wide, my power seeking wildly to readjust, but I’m too late. Vlad has broken free of it.
Before I can even blink he rises from the chair with his cock still inside me, my legs wrapped around him, and falls with me on the bed. The old lumpy mattress wobbles as we plunge into it. Vlad keeps his weight off me, but he looks fiercely into my eyes as he pumps hard into me.
“Scream for me, mistress,” he orders, thus having the final word.
I cry out as his throbbing cock parts my walls even more, and he pours his seed inside of me, roaring like a jungle animal.
He lowers his upper body over me, breathing hard, kissing my cheek, my neck, going down to my shoulder. For a moment I worry that he won’t resist and sink his teeth into the curve of my neck, but no.
“Ah, I missed this so bad,” he whispers, full of passion. I caress his wild warrior hair, turning my head to the side to let his blood red, hot lips press themselves to mine. Such a blissful sensation, having my husband, the King of Vampires, naked against my body, his manhood still inside of me, the two of us reunited in passionate love.
I wonder if he craves my blood as badly as before, but I don’t dare ask.
The haze in my head begins to lift, my body turning soft in my husband’s powerful arms. He rolls off me and takes me in his arms, kissing my face, and caressing me all over with those big, rough warrior hands that I missed so much. The sounds of traffic reach me again, as if I’ve just descended from paradise back into the real world.
“He called to me, Rux,” he says, his rough features with the crazed eyes now so relaxed he seems almost happy. “He called to me but I resisted, because I wanted you more. He activated all my instincts, gave me dozens of impulses, but all that mattered was you. Us. This right here. But because of this resistance he intensified the connection, and I could track it back to the source.” He pauses, looking deep into my eyes as my mind wraps around the news. “I know where he is.”
CHAPTER V
Lord Dracula
A graveyard, that’s where the rabies originator dwells.
I walk slowly, trudging through the sludge that rain left behind. Bucharest periphery graveyards are less tended to than the others, and often seem taken straight out of horror movies.
Rux grips my hand tighter as her foot slips into a muddy puddle. I wanted to leave her with Tristan and Irina at their hotel, but she insisted she wouldn’t be parted from me again. I didn’t argue because, to be honest, I can’t imagine being away from her anymore either. The image of those men scattered at her feet at the club stayed with me, and I’m afraid I’m stuck with a jealousy-possessiveness problem. But that’s something we’ll have to deal with later. Until then, it feels good to have her close all the time, to walk hand in hand with her, being able to touch her constantly and reassure myself every other minute that she’s mine.
I relish the sensation despite the setting, but then a shadow moves near the chapel, catching my attention.
“Stop,” I breathe, shielding Rux with my arm and drawing her behind me. The shadow disappears inside the chapel, an urge to follow pulling at me. But Rux’s power keeps me back.
“That’s what you get when you pledge yourself to a half demon.” I can hear the smile behind Rux’s words. She grabs my arm with both her small hands, and I lean over to kiss her before we both turn our attention to the chapel again.
“Who do you think he is?” Rux whispers. She’s still holding to my arm with her small hands, but I know her fragility is a mirage. I can sense the dark power rising inside of her, the blackness filling her eyes, and the blood leaving her face.
“You probably shouldn’t release the darkness,” I protest softly, need growing in my
stomach. “It distracts me.”
“Is it thirst, or is it lust?” she teases. She presses her breasts to the side of my torso, which makes my blood rise. I slide my hand between her legs and cup her pussy over the black latex pants she put on as we made a stop at the luxurious hotel where Tristan, Irina and the others stay. “Mine.”
Just when I’m about to turn around and kiss her again, the shadow appears on the chapel steps, distracting us.
Rux narrows her eyes at him.
“The Old Priest?” she breathes, surprised.
The shadow does resemble a priest, wearing a monk’s cape, a hood over his face, each hand inside the opposite sleeve.
“Whoever he is, he knows we’re here, and he’s been expecting us.” I make to get up and reveal myself, but Rux’s hands grip my arm.
“Don’t. If he knew you’d come, there’s a good chance he’s been waiting with a plan.”
I turn around and scoop her up in my arms, bringing both of us out into the moonlight. No point in hiding anymore. I look deeply into her full black eyes, and press my lips to her mouth that is usually plump and rosy, but now white and bloodless.
“I love you so much, Ruxandra Basarb. Even if I go to hell, know that I’ll love you from there, too.”
The darkness swirls in Rux’s eyes. I find her so damn sexy as a demi-demon, I must be sick. Was I always into this kind of stuff, without even knowing? Or is this a new kink?
“You can’t say good-bye to me Vlad,” she says, her attention moving to the shadow. It’s like she wants him to hear this. “You’re mine now, King of Vampires. Your very soul belongs to me. No matter what world you ever go to, whether to a new dimension, hell or even heaven—you’ll always be mine.”
The shadow is expecting me to approach, but I just can’t put her down. I can’t get enough of her, and then there’s the other problem—I have one hell of a hard-on, which only gets worse when she stakes her claim on me.
The shadow shifts and quivers in the moonlight. He’s growing impatient. I force myself to focus on him, which helps get a grip on my sexual excitement, even if it doesn’t make it go away completely. I shield Rux behind me again, but I can sense her demonic power fully activated. She’s gaining more control over it by the minute, and I’m sure soon she’ll wield it expertly, like a weapon.