by Ana Calin
He keeps staring at me without blinking, all the confirmation I need.
Love and heartache wash over me. All I have to do is walk around to his back for the scars crisscrossing it to cripple my heart. I of all people know how much torture and struggle hides behind the legend of Dracula. That he should expect me, his wife, the woman who’s supposed to love and nurture him, to exert painful force on him....
“My love,” I say with tears in my throat, reaching over and touching his smooth, strong jaw. “How can you believe I would take pleasure in your pain? How can you ask me to hurt you, thinking it would give me some kind of satisfaction?”
“I want to be the only man that gives you pleasure, in any form you take it.”
“You are the only man! And I only need it in one form—love.”
He shakes his head, pressing his lips together stubbornly. “No. You won’t admit it to yourself, but you love wielding power over men. The mightier the better. The viler the sweeter. If there’s a lesson for them to be learned, too, then the mere idea of hurting and subduing them would be enough to make you come.”
My cheeks light up with inflamed blood.
“It’s preposterous that you should think that of me.”
“I don’t think these things, I feel them. When I felt your calling from the Red Diaz club, I smelled the chemistry of your blood, the abundance of saliva as you watched those men squirm at your feet.”
“But it wasn’t sexual, Vlad,” I say softly. “When the demoness part of me takes over, I just operate on another level.”
“And that’s exactly what I want you to do now—operate on that level with me. Set the demoness free, Rux. Feed her with my power. Give her one of the vilest supernaturals.”
I look long at him, taken aback by the expectation in his red eyes. It’s as if he’s looking forward to this, as if it will truly give him pleasure. An idea comes to me.
“All right then.” I’m still under him when I begin allowing the blackness to fill my eyes, and my face to turn white. It feels like the blood drains from my body when I turn into the demoness, but I suspect what it actually does is change its chemistry into some other type of liquid, demon blood.
And indeed, I’m beginning to realize Vlad is right. Once the demoness has complete control over my body, the feelings inside my chest transform as well.
Though I still love this magnificent beast with all I have, I cannot stand being under him in my demoness form. I flex my power through his body, using the strength of his arms to yank them behind his back. The way those muscles ripple when he moves....
He hisses, his face transforming into the grimace of a predator, but it clearly gives him pleasure.
I grin wickedly.
“I’ll make sure you enjoy this even more than last time, Lord Dracula.”
He shakes his head, wild strands of dark hair caressing his strong shoulders, making me cream between my legs.
“What matters is that you enjoy it, mistress.”
“Mistress,” I repeat, realizing just how much I relish it when he says it. I sigh and lick my lips, reaching out to touch his face. My hand is white and ghostly on his hard-boned cheek, and thinking that this mighty warlord has literally pledged his soul to me sends thrills all through my body. The things I could do to him right now....
Dark desires take over me as I look at him on his knees, his powerful arms restrained behind his back. I can do dirty things to him, or have him do them to himself for my pleasure. I know I can even make him like it and beg for more.
I crawl from where I’m lying between his knees, my body moving in a way it never could if I were in full human form. I feel like a snake, a cobra, slithering backwards like in horror movies. There’s a force that I can activate to pull me from behind like an extra muscle. Pretty much like the force I use to manipulate the muscles and organs in my ‘victims’’ bodies.
But Vlad Dracula isn’t my victim. No, the King of Vampires is a most valued subject.
I take a seat on the plush sofa and cross my legs. City lights twinkle beyond the grey curtains, a washed-out picture of the city’s most deplorable part, with decaying buildings just like this one, and just as decaying lives.
“You’re my man candy tonight, Lord Dracula,” I slur. I scoop my large breasts out of the cleavage of my green dress, and Vlad’s engorged manhood pushes through the denim that hugs his rocky thighs.
“Take your cock out, Lord Dracula, and pleasure yourself.”
He stares at me from under his eyebrows, lava in his eyes. Now that I’ve freed his arms he unties his leather belt, the metallic sound of the buckle sounding so sexy to me.
“May I make a request, mistress?” His dark voice ripples while he strokes his veined, hard shaft.
“Yes,” I whisper, kneading my breasts with one hand, while taking the other to my mouth and licking my middle finger. He hisses, clenching his hand in a fist around his shaft to keep from coming, pre-cum glinting on its crest.
“Have me do what you would have liked the Devil’s Son to do,” he slurs.
“You mean Michael.”
He stops, hand with concrete knuckles still wrapped around his cock. “The way you pronounce his name, I’d say you like it.”
“I value it, because not just anybody can get it. He gave me his name in exchange for the kiss he was trying to get from me as payment when you burst in,” I offer the explanation. “Still, I wasn’t planning to honour my side of the deal—I’m a half demon, too, and our lot doesn’t always play fair. But let’s not talk about the Devil’s Son now. The only man I want is you, Lord Dracula, but I must admit, you were right about one thing.”
“Really? What thing?”
“The ways in which I want you are endless, and some of them really dirty.” I lift my skirt, sliding my panties down my legs. I keep the garter stockings on, which makes Vlad’s lava-like eyes blast with desire, his fist hard around his cock.
I keep on the Jimmy Choo pumps Irina got me, because I love the look on Vlad’s face when I stretch my legs with them. But, in this demoness form, I can’t help thinking what else I could have used them for—like sticking my nail-thin heel into the Fox Ro’s producer’s hand.
God! Vlad was right! The thought alone sends currents of lust through me. I arch up my back, causing my chest to push out. I feel my way down the shiny green dress to my thigh with my palm, the other hand at my mouth while I lick my finger again.
My eyes fall on Lord Dracula who’s still on his knees, just a few feet away from the couch. I will have him serve me like a slave, and I know I’ll enjoy it.
I look at those huge hands with the protruding hard knuckles, and cream to my thighs thinking of the strength of those fists.
“Take your full vampire shape,” I command him in a low voice, my fingers slipping between my legs and parting my folds for him. “I want to see the fangs, the claws, the concrete-like knuckles.”
“Rux, that could be dangerous—”
“I’m not Rux to you right now. I’m your mistress. I can help you with the transformation, if you like, too.” I intensify the power in my blood, sending the scent his way. He inhales, groaning. The bones in his face protrude, his hands turning into claws of concrete, his claws and fangs elongating.
God, how I love this sight. The man is sexy as hell even in this monster form. I lick my lips—actually, when I’m in the demoness form, I prefer this version of him.
“Sometimes it feels like this is the real version of you, Vlad.” My voice has turned spectral, filling the room and making the grey curtains flare. “Like this is the real version of me.”
“It’s the foundation of who we are, but not all,” he replies. My heart jumps when I realize his cock has changed too, looking even meaner.
“Still, this is dangerous, mistress,” Vlad says, molten desire in his voice. “Your scent—”
“When this is over, I’ll have you suck my blood, slave. And I’ll have you give me yours. Until then....” I open my l
egs wider. “I’ll have you lick my pussy.”
His blood-red eyes slide up my garter-stockings to the light bush between my legs. I let him rise to his feet and walk over, enjoying the sight of him as a muscular monster, enjoying how big he is and growing even hornier. Sweet darkness rises in my core as I look at this mighty creature, his mean cock sticking out from his fly, the metal buckle open.
He kneels in front of me, wanting to touch my legs, but I stop him with my high-heeled foot on his chest. I hiss at the pleasure of having the nail-like heel of the Jimmy Choo on his pectoral. It would dig a little into the flesh of a human, even into that of a muscle-bound one. But Vlad Dracula isn’t human, and my heel hits his flesh as it would iron.
“Do not use your hands on me. Use them on yourself.”
He keeps his eyes on mine as he leans in, touching those blood-red lips to my pussy. I wish I could keep my eyes on him, watching him do it, but the exquisite sensation that courses from my nub to the rest of my body is overwhelming.
I rest my head back against the couch, pushing my legs over his broad shoulders, my calves sliding over his hard muscles. He sticks his tongue inside of me, fucking me like he would with his cock, then laps at my folds and my clit, then kisses my pussy like he loves her. His body vibrates, and I know he’s masturbating fast, until he begins groaning, burning with need.
I look down at him in his monster form, his red eyes with the glowing cracks under them fixed on me, relishing the expression of ecstasy in my face.
“Stick your fingers inside,” I command.
One hand turns into the big, strong hand of the warrior, without claws. He dips first one, then two fingers inside my pussy, pumping me through the slickness of my arousal.
I moan hard, arching my back and pushing my hips forward, loving how his knuckles hit my folds every time he drives those thick fingers all in. I rock my hips into his pumping hand, his body shaking while he strokes his own cock, his mouth lapping greedily at my clit.
I explode around his fingers, moaning loudly and clawing the couch, my fingernails ripping the plush.
“Oh, Vlad,” I call as I convulse, looking down at his face that glistens with my cream. “Come up here and fuck my mouth.”
He stops, puzzled. “I’m the slave here, mistress.”
“Indeed, you are.” I flex my power through his body, forcing him get up and bring his enormous cock to my lips. I force his hands to fist my hair, his hips pushing his cock through my lips.
I open my jaws wide, taking him all in, greedily, until I feel the crest in the back of my throat. I love the sensation of choking on his cock, as I love pleasing him like a whore. I love feeling as one for him, just him, with my garter stockings and high heels still on, my skirt rolled over my hips and my large tits out for him to see.
I have him thrust into my mouth, hands fisted in my hair.
“Oh God, Rux, please,” he growls, unable to keep it in any longer. I want to take a break and correct him, tell him he is still to call me ‘mistress’, but his hands clamp harder in my hair, keeping my head in place as his sperm shoots down my throat.
Fuck’s sakes, I’m loving this! My insides pulse with the need to come again, so I let him pour himself fully down my throat, using me like he would a dirty whore, then I flex my power through him and force him back.
Looking up at him, I take his still hard cock between my tits, keeping them squeezed together with my hands, and work up and down his length. He pants, sweaty with pleasure and desire, the look in his eyes crazed.
“I pledged my soul to you, adored demoness,” he whispers, panting. “But now you’re making me lose my mind, too.”
He’s fully hard for me again again, his monster cock reddened with desire, the veins swollen.
“Oh, I love your cock,” I say provocatively, kissing the crest as I would a lover, with all the lust I feel. Then I turn around, parting the cheeks of my butt with my hands, and offering myself to Vlad.
I look over my shoulder to see Vlad’s stricken face, as I tell him to take my ass.
“Lick it first,” I command. “And use my juice to make it wet.”
His tongue strokes me there, sending thrills all through me. He uses the juice of orgasm from my pussy to my backside, slipping his fingers inside so he can slide his mighty cock in easier later.
His shadow becomes huge on the wall as he rises over me, placing one hand on the back of the couch, and bringing his cock to my backside. He pushes in, and my body flexes against him.
“You need to relax,” he rumbles in my ear, his body heating my back. “Clenching against me is natural, but you need to let it loose.”
I want this too badly, so I do. I let him in inch for inch, scrunching my face. A good thing that I’m facing the wall, so he can’t see that it hurts, because he would stop. He’d even defy my power, he’d even take pain if I used it in order to force him to obey me.
He bends closer, his pecs touching the upper part of my back, while he reaches between my thighs and dips his fingers into my pussy. He pumps me with his fingers again as his cock makes its way deeper inside my ass until I’m not only comfortable with him, but also maddened with lust.
Though he’s not all in, I move like a snake around his shaft, undulating my hips, seeking the orgasm deep inside my pussy and my backside at the same time. I feel like a demon whore corrupting and having her way with a slave indeed, and it sends waves of pleasure and sweat all over my body. I love how my tits sway as I move with Vlad’s cock inside of me, and the moment I feel it throbbing and him growling in pleasure, I come undone.
We climax at the same time, calling out each other’s name. He grabs my chin from behind, while his other hand is deep inside my pussy, his shaft inside my ass. He licks my neck and my cheek, breathing hard. Both of us spent, he eases out, sliding on the couch and pulling me to his chest.
We spend long moments like this, heaving with the aftershocks of our pleasure, surrounded by the smell of sex. The darkness leaves me, now fully satisfied and purring like a demon cat, going to sleep somewhere deep inside. Vlad lifts my chin with his fingers that smell of me, and looks into my eyes with a face so in love it seems to hurt him.
He doesn’t say anything. He just explores my face like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and kisses my gently on the lips.
“Now you’re convinced I’m completely yours, love of my life?” I whisper, eyes searching his. The faint city lights cast a low glow on his beautiful warlord face.
“I’m convinced I’m the only man you could desire like that.”
I smile up at him, purring with satisfaction. Indeed, it’s the reason I did all that. He knows I could never give myself to another man like this—even as a demoness I need great love and dedication to be capable of going to such depths of intimacy and emotion.
Vlad and I can communicate all this just by looking into each other’s face. He kisses me sweetly again, then inhales my scent with his eyes closed. His body tenses, just slightly, but I know him all too well, so I feel it. Though his eyes are closed, the cracks under them start glowing.
I try to push myself off of his chest, but his arms flex around me, not letting it happen.
“You’re not going anywhere, my sweet wife.” He opens his eyes, full red and intense.
“I’m not trying to get away from you, Vlad, I just want to make it easier on you. You still want my blood, badly.”
“It’s not so bad anymore because I pledged my soul to you. You own me, and the craving can’t outrank that.”
“But it’s still hard for you—Prince of Blood.”
He smiles, but it’s a sad one. “I don’t really feel like the Prince of Blood anymore.” He looks lost as he gazes out over the city, the glow of sunrise swelling from behind the horizon. His beautiful face with the monster eyes and the sensual blood-red lips light up in the magnificent light. “I feel like the Prince of the Damned.”
I take a long moment just to stare at him. God, will I ev
er get enough of this incredible male? I still can’t believe that he’s mine, that he’s even pledged his soul to me. It doesn’t get any more intense, any more real-love than that, does it?
I cup his jaw with my hands, making him look at me again. Indeed, I love having those eyes on me all the time. We must both be sick, insane, our love for each other not entirely healthy.
“We have the name of the Devil’s Son, Vlad. That counts for a lot. It means, among other things, that I can summon him anytime.”
Vlad’s eyes become slits, his jaw clenching. “Oh, you won’t be summoning him, my love. Now or ever.”
“But how else are we going to get you face to face with him?”
His arms tighten around me. “When I said I wasn’t ever going to let you go, I meant it.” The beautiful face of Vlad Dracula glows dangerous in the sunrise. “I’ll take you back to the hotel, and you won’t be leaving our room until this is over.”
I stare at him with an open mouth. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean.”
“I mean that you’ll never see that devil Michael again.” His lip curls over his teeth as he says the name.
“Vlad, you need me for this. I have power over him, I have his name.”
“And now I have it, too, thanks to you.” He takes my chin between his fingers and kisses me softly on the lips. “But that bastard wanted to kiss you, Rux. If he did that, if he even offered his name in exchange for it, then he must have wanted you really badly. I will find out how he came to want you like this, and I’ll make him suffer for it.”
“Vlad, you’re scaring me. You’re not thinking clearly.”
He brushes a loose strand of hair from my face. “There’s no place left for the mind, inside a man who’s become all heart.”
Rux
I PACE THE ROOM LIKE a lioness in a cage, swearing and curling my fingers. I turn the doorknob like a madwoman a thousand times, though I know the door is locked. Vlad won’t even let Irina see me for more than a few minutes, to make sure we don’t plot something.
I stop to look at the majestic House of Parliament through the window in my hotel room, desperate to find a way out. Two vampires stand on the balcony with their backs at me, flanking the window and the door.