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The heat got closer. The vampire drew a bored look at you, while your village was burning. And what did you do instead? Wetting your panties, apparently finding exciting the death of your people. He seemed to realize the same as well, as he grabbed your skirt with one of his claws, admiring the forming wet spot in between your legs. He licked one of his fangs. This was going to be fun.
"Does this amuse you, little one?" He asked, as he loomed closer to you. Your mind was foggy, if you ever had any thought of escaping while you had the chance, such idea sure would be gone by now. You leaned closer. The legends were true after all, the mighty vampire king was as tall as a bear and as imposing as a lion; you wondered if he was hung like one as well. Vlad approached you slowly, closing the space between your crotch and his knee. A tiny moan escaped your lips, inaudible to the human ear but clear as water to his accented senses. He grabbed you gently by the jaw, a soft chuckle leaving his bloodied lips "You... are different, from most humans i've met" His eyes locked into yours, a realization dawned into you, as you admired his features. You wouldn't escape from his gasp, at least not alive. "Allow me to show you my hospitality"
You both disappeared in a column of fire
You both reappeared in a dark room, a dramatic change considering just seconds ago you were standing among the slaughter of your people. He couldn't care less. Vlad grabbed hungrily your mouth, not giving a care in the world if his fangs touched your lips. You felt his aggression but could only consent in a weak way as his tongue explored your buccal cavity, low whimpers and moans barely escaping your mouth with the little space he gave you. After a few minutes of suffocation he let your mouth leave his hungry grasp, leaving you as a panting mess, taking mouthful after mouthful of the fresh air he deprived you with. Vlad pushed you with little force, but enough to make you lose your balance and fall to the floor.
As you landed in the cold stone, you saw with the dim light how he started to take his armour off, eventually leaving parts of his skin visible to your curious sight. He was well built, you noticed that, yes; but it still came as a surprise when you felt your down sides slick even more brutally. You needed it. You yearned him, his touch, his length. And it seemed like he knew that as well.
"A little eager, aren't we? I see the lust drowning your eyes..." he loomed closer to your face, ready to kiss you again yet maintaining his position, he likely knew how this drove you insane by the minute. He purposely showed you his fangs "...Yet I wonder if you'll be able to take me fully, hm?" He distanced himself, arising his back. Hell, his foreplay was magnificent, you truly felt blessed that he decided to take you there and then. He raised one of his claws and sliced it down all the way from your collar to the base of your skirt, ripping in half the clothing you wore. Vlad took his time staring, savouring every detail of your body as you quivered beneath him. He drew his head closer and grabbed one of your tits, only to immediately start licking your nipple. You whimpered. This was torture. He circled his tongue up and down, drawing circles around your nipple as he worked his way to harden it. When he felt like he did a good job, he moved onto your other breast, while teasing with his hand your hardened nipple.
"How does it feel like, to be at my complete mercy?" He mumbled, as he kept playing with your breasts. You couldn't think. You sheepishly complied to every touch he made, a heat running through your body for every move he made. You sneaked your hand into your crotch, starting to tease yourself while he worked his magic up there. But his vampiric senses noticed everything, so your little fun did not last long "Am I not being a good host? You could've told me, I'd gladly provide" Your mind was racing. A primal instinct, long dormant all your life but now being wakened by a stronger force was yelling 'It is time'. Your built-up orgasm was screaming for release. You anxiously gazed at him, a scream of joy dying out of shame in your lips as he unlaced his pants. You stared in awe at his cock, as if time froze, your eyes locked on every movement he did. You were so caught up in his monstrous dick, that even as you watched position his length's head at your entrance, you still couldn't register what was happening. A sharp but quick pain stabbed through all your body as he pushed himself deep, all in one thrust. You screamed, not from the pain, but definitely from the surprise. You felt filled, tight. But your womanhood demanded more, your slow and steady breathing to calm yourself gave away your wishes to Vlad, which he complied.
Vlad picked up your hips to accommodate his length, lifting you slightly. He thrusted again, this time going stronger. A whole wave rushed through your body, as your mind was trying to wrap itself around the issue between his legs and what was happening. Not only he exceeded in length, but also didn't lack girth as well; such dimensions were driving you slowly to ecstasy. Your moans became steadier and louder as vlad stablished his pace, not rushing himself at all. You tried to hide yourself behind your arms, but such deed was denied, a deep growl rousing from the depths of his chest as he pinned your arms above your head. He relished every detail in his non stopping onslaughts, the way you tried to cower from his influence, how your shyness made you make funny faces... "Show me. Show me how much you want me" He lowered his head, drawing your lips into another breath taking deep kiss. Your moans were muffled as he invited your tongue to dance with his, savouring your saliva. His pace grew faster and rougher, to the point where he decided to break your kiss only to take unnecessary breaths himself.
"My lord..." Your words stumbled; marked by each wave of pleasure he gifted you with. Vlad's thrusts became more erratic, a sign that he was getting closer. Your throat feel strangled, as if you had been screaming all this time and now suffered the consequences; but you've barely used your voice in any moment, maybe high pitched moans at most. With one last push, a deep roar surged from him, announcing his so deserved orgasm. The cold floor in which he had you pinned served as a well needed contrast from the heat flowing into you, his warm seed occupying all of your uterus and thus, multiplying the feeling of fullness. Only when the intercourse was done, you started to regain your senses. Salty tears ran down your cheeks, but you didn't remember shedding them. Your vagina was still throbbing from pleasure, but you somehow were delighted by it. You felt the vampire slid out his penis, now softened, to later get himself up. You remained thrown on the floor, too weak, too fucked to move. You concentrated yourself on your breathing, to steady yourself from what just happened.
Vlad cupped your face gently with his claws, taking you closer instead of drawing himself to you. Again, he kissed you, but it was short. He loomed himself away only to fix his gaze on what seemed- or indeed was- a bucket of steaming water. As your mind put the pieces together, you noticed that he had cleaned his dick away from any dirt or leftover cum. You started to shrink yourself, suddenly being overwhelmed by the shy feeling running through your body. He left out a soft chuckle, grabbing you by your inner thigh. He drew near your entrance a wet cloth, and started to rub. You let out a small whimper, your pussy still sensitive from the earlier stimulation, but not as much as before. Having such a mighty vampire cleaning his mess for you suddenly left you with an embarrassing feeling, but in a way, you felt proud. No man to marry you in the village would be this concerned with your body. Well, not now that they're all dead.
He took the cloth and submerged it in the water, twisting it to release all of his seed. Vlad retracted the cloth from your pussy lips, giving an approval sound at his work. He threw the cloth to the bucket, not caring where it landed and drew himself closer to you, hugging you while arising your back from the floor. Staying still without falling again proved to be quite the task, however the vampire did not let you go so easily. He gazed at your skin for what seemed ages, but were no more than mere seconds; and started to caress your jaw with his claws, gently enough to not cut but to definitely leave a faint mark. Another kiss irrupted in your lips, but didn't last, as he continued to give his affections to your cheek, your ear and then traveling to your collarbone. Tender kisses slowly ascending through your neck as he drew some moans out of your throat. You felt how his hand left your face and travelled to your hair, softly petting it, while his other hand was holding your low back. A low pitched purr arose from his chest, as you felt how he drew himself a few centimetres away "You sated me well, little one" he declared quietly "However... I still hunger for something. Something you posses..." You felt how his crimson eyes stared directly into your soul, no secret or action left hidden from him. Your mind melted at his words, his deep voice resonating in every corner of your body. You assented shyly, a breath escaping your lips as he pulled himself closer.
His breath tickled across your skin. A blush spreading in your cheeks told you how close you were, how close he was. He opened his mouth to reveal two very long and sharp fangs, ready to puncture your skin. You wriggled a little, a faint stab of fear blooming between the pleasure and comfort that currently swam through your body.Vlad held you firm, his arm which was holding your back now turning almost into steel, not letting you move neither accommodate. The little clearness that remained in your mind faded away. No more you. The consciousness you preserved did little but to keep you upright, you couldn't register pain, nor cold or pleasure. You just assimilated whatever happened and won't raise a hand to act.
A perfect living statue. His little one turned into a vampire's momentary prize
He stopped himself next to your skin, smelling your scent before opening again but in a wider fashion his mouth, oppressing your throat with his fangs. His canines penetrated slowly but surely the skin, driving deeper until he found his sweet longed nectar. He moved his head just enough to widen the wound and allow the blood to leave more freely. He did not care that he just slaughtered a whole village and drank just enough to sate his thirst. Pounding you into oblivion left him more tired than he'd like to admit, so drinking wasn't a choice, but rather a necessity. He allowed your aorta to fall like a waterfall into his tongue, delighting himself with the copper like taste. He swallowed a mouthful, then greedily sucked your wound to force your blood out. The bloodlust was starting to kick in, he drank more and more, not satisfying himself enough in doing so. As he sucked the blood out of your body, the curtain of fog that he had settled on your mind was starting to lift, as he lost himself in his bloodlust. Panic. Fear. There was no easy way out. Vlad drew himself away from your wound, licking it gently to close it. As he stopped his wanton onslaught on your throat and regained his composure, so did his spell. Your mind cleansed any trace of fear or doubt, allowing him to get close to you again. This time he hugged you tightly, moving your head to rest on his collarbone. He rocked you gently, a low but rhythmic hum leaving his lips as you both laid naked together; slumber slowly creped to you making you close your eyes in defeat, not knowing that you would not wake again