Malveaux hadn’t ever performed the turning ritual before, but he knew intuitively how to enslave and enthrall her. He’d drain her old life away, one ambrosial drop at a time, and give her a new one, a life of service to his passions.
Meeting her eyes, he sent a quick mental suggestion, communicating very specifically what he wanted. What he needed. She smiled, took a couple of steps back, and pulled off her boots. She tossed them across the room, opened her jeans and shimmied out of them, letting them fall to the floor around her smooth calves. Tempest moved with the sexual grace of an exotic dancer.
Her candy-pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You’re never going to forget this night.”
He smiled, knowing that
she’d
forget everything he decided to make her forget. His eyes roamed over her body, which was now naked except for a skimpy pink thong. Unable to hold back any longer, he dropped his coat on the floor, and growled deep in his throat. Faster than a human eye could see, he reached over and ripped the thong away, enjoying her small yip.
Her body was beautiful. He wondered if the dark triangle of hair hiding her pussy lips was as soft as it looked.
“Your turn now, pretty boy,” she whispered.
She reached to pull his t-shirt out of his pants, and he grabbed her wrists in a fluid motion, locked them in one hand, and raised them over her head. Her body stretched taut, her toes barely touched the floor. She gasped. Surprise and excitement flashed in her dark eyes, and she moaned softly.
“Yes.” He captured her gaze and smiled. “It’s definitely my turn.”
Still holding her easily with one hand, he used the other to unzip his pants. Finally set free, his cock sprang out, thick and ready. He pushed the leather down far enough for his balls to slip out, and then he rubbed himself against Tempest’s silky mound.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it. I knew you’d have a big cock,” she moaned. “Are you able to leap tall buildings, too?”
He smiled at the
Superman
reference and held his breath while grinding his penis against her warm skin. Entranced, he closed his eyes and reveled in the powerful sensations. His fangs descended slightly, just enough that their sharp points extended beyond the rest of his teeth. As he ran his tongue over their edges, he was reminded that there was only one thing that could make this experience better, and he would get to that soon enough.
“Open your legs for me,” he said, voice low and husky.
Without another word, Tempest raised her legs and wrapped them around his hips. He released her hands and sent the mental command that she put her arms around his neck. He cradled her delectable ass in one hand and slipped his other hand in between their bodies, inserting a finger into her slick, wet heat.
She groaned loudly and began rocking herself gently back and forth against his finger.
He stroked her clitoris, coated his finger with her juices, and lifted the aromatic finger up to his mouth, sucking the sweet wetness.
“Your pussy tastes even better than it smells,” he said. “I love a succulent pussy. Tell me what you like. What do you want?”
“Fuck me hard, Malveaux. Stick that bad boy inside me before I explode.”
Her words drove him mad. The feral growl that rumbled from his chest should have frightened her, but she only moaned more urgently, encouraging him to possess her body.
With preternatural speed, he backed her over to the nearest wall and pressed her soft, pliable body against it. Holding her ass with both hands now, he leaned into her, spreading her legs wider. With practiced control over his powers, he rubbed his cock against her juicy slit, blending his pre-come with her wetness before he plunged into her hot flesh.
She screamed as he pounded his cock into her wet slit.
Her heart pounding loud and fast in his ears, she reached up, grabbed handfuls of his long hair and brought his mouth to hers. He kissed her deeply, devouring her lips. His tongue moved rhythmically in time with the thrusting of his cock in her pussy as she whimpered her need. Malveaux felt his fangs fully descend, and he nicked her tongue with the razor-sharp point, causing a throaty gasp to erupt from her. The taste of blood in his mouth pushed him over the edge, and he felt a huge orgasm approaching. Mindless, he sucked on her tongue to increase the blood flow, while he groaned and pumped harder.
Tempest’s body tightened on him, her inner muscles began to ripple and milk his cock, bathing him in a gush of her juices. She screamed her climax as he built his own. Clouding her mind with a hypnotic suggestion, he shifted his mouth to her neck, found the pulsing vein, and sank his fangs into the hot, sweet river of blood waiting there. Drinking the crimson elixir while his cock pumped inside her filled him with such ecstasy that his orgasm became almost painful in its intensity.
He’d vaguely been aware that she’d come two more times while he fed. Emerging from his pleasure frenzy, he finally noticed that Tempest lay motionless against his chest. A sudden jolt of panic flashed through him, as he wondered if he’d taken more than he’d meant to. Wouldn’t it just be perfect if he’d finally found a human he enjoyed, and he’d killed her before making full use of her? What the hell good was the drive to create an offspring if he wasn’t able to control himself during the process?
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, afraid of what he’d find. To his relief and amusement, her mouth was fixed in a wide smile, and he could feel the wisps of breath blowing gently from her nostrils.
Shaking his head at the close call, he erased her memory of the blood drinking and mentally suggested that she’d had the best orgasm of her life. Since he was sure that was true anyway, the suggestion wouldn’t be resisted. He’d give her more mental commands later so that she wouldn’t notice the bite marks on her neck. He could heal the small wounds using the coagulate in his vampire saliva, but since he’d only begun his feasting, it seemed unnecessary.
“Tempest?”
His voice roused her from the pleasant daydream he’d planted, and she tightened her legs around his hips, her vagina contracting around his cock again.
“That was right up there with the top ten best fucks I’ve ever had. You’ve got some awesome equipment there, pretty boy. And you’re not too shabby in the performance department, either.”
He laughed. “I was just getting warmed up. The night is young.”
“You got that right.” She eased her hips back, freeing his erection and slid down his body. She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the bedroom.
Malveaux allowed her to take charge this time. He knew from tasting her blood that they’d be a good match. She would serve him well. He allowed himself to relax for the first time in months.
“I want to see the body that’s underneath these clothes.”
She maneuvered them next to the huge, king-size bed. This time when she attempted to pull his t-shirt over his head, he cooperated. She discarded the shirt on the floor, then ran her hands over his smooth, muscular chest and leaned in to lick his nipples.
“Do you work out or is this just another one of your genetic bonuses? Or are you really from the planet Krypton?”
“I’m just one of those lucky guys with a great metabo –”
His words were interrupted by an unexpected loud groan as he reacted to her yanking his leather pants down his legs before sucking his cock into her mouth.
He lowered himself down onto the bed, fisted his hands in her hair, and guided her head in a gentle motion, encouraging her to take more of him as he became rock-hard again.
Energetically twirling her tongue around his shaft as she slid it out of her mouth, she sucked at the opening in the tip, and then left his cock bobbing in his lap.
“Let me get those boots off, Superman.”
She removed the black boots, pulled the leather pants off his legs, then threw them back over her shoulder.
He smiled and discovered he was enjoying their little game. Allowing her to be in charge for this brief period was more enticing than he would’ve imagined. He had to admit he actually liked this human female. After she drank his blood tonight, he’d have his first offspring. Pride and satisfaction flowed through him. He hoped having a regular blood and sex partner would calm down his urges, at least for a while. His maker felt compelled to create legions of devoted thralls to meet his twisted demands. Would it be the same for Malveaux? How many offspring would he need?
Tempest slid her hands up his legs, caressed his balls, and then rose to her feet. She crawled around him onto the huge bed, and settled in the middle, spread eagle. “Come and show me what you can do with that tongue, pretty boy.”
He wondered if this night could get any better. He really did love eating pussy.
Ready for the next round, he ambled to the end of the bed and sent her the mental command to bend her knees and open her legs wider. His gaze locked on the glistening pink wetness, and he felt his cock twitch, eager to get in on the action.
“H
oly fuck,” Tempest muttered. Had she hit the jackpot tonight, or what? Some drop-dead gorgeous slice of manhood showed up at the dive bar, and now here he was, smiling at her, his humungous cock jutting out in front of him like one of those lances they used for jousting, ready to lick her pussy. She must’ve done something right in a past life.
Her clit ached in excited anticipation.
She studied him as he stalked toward her. He had the most amazing eyes. Amazing, but weird. Sometimes they appeared as blue as the summer sky, and then they turned into mirrors. Maybe she was having some kind of LSD flashback.
And that hair. Long hair didn’t work on all guys. Sometimes it made them look wimpy or stupid, but Malveaux’s hair was a turn-on: silky-soft under her hands, thick, and glossy. A real aphrodisiac. Then there was his body. Thinking about his body made the moisture drip from her hungry cunt.
He slid toward her from the foot of the bed, moving like a predator. Just before he lowered his head between her legs, he paused, grinning. “Remember, they have great soundproofing here. You can scream as loud as you wish. I’m going to make you come so many times that you’ll beg me to stop.”
He hooked an arm under each leg and spread her wider. She felt him stroke his long tongue up one side of her clit, then the other, already building her toward orgasm. She arched her hips and moved rhythmically against his tongue, heightening every sensation he drew from the sensitive area. When he teased her clit into his mouth, she screamed, exploding in pleasure.
She felt a quick, sharp pain as he sucked on her tender skin, but was overwhelmed again by a swelling tidal wave of satisfaction. She was so wet she was surprised he didn’t get swept away onto the floor. The thought made her smile, before another orgasm crashed over her.
She couldn’t remember ever having so many intense orgasms in a row. Malveaux was one helluva lover, but she was getting sore–tender. Damn him. She was going to have to make him stop, at least for a while. What the hell? He didn’t even have beard stubble.
“Come up here.” She grabbed his hair, and lifted his face from her crotch. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”
He lifted himself, as if performing half a push-up. “Is that your way of begging me to stop?” he whispered, playfully.
“Yes, damn it, but I do want to taste your mouth, and I want you inside me.”
He crawled up her body until the tip of his cock rubbed against her hot, pulsing opening. She closed her eyes to savor the body rush that his soft movements triggered. He sucked on one nipple then the other, causing her to arch her back with desire. Then he raised himself over her, and moved the tip of his thickness very slowly over her clit. She took his face in her hands, drawing his lips down to hers.
The kiss was deep, sensual and intimate. She tasted herself, musky and salty, as their tongues wrestled gently together. She had a momentary thought about how interesting it might be if Malveaux stuck around for a while. She wouldn’t mind spending some time training this one. It was always good to grab onto a firm possibility whenever one arose.
He eased his cock inside her very slowly. She could feel him fill her, stretching her one slow, torturous inch at a time. He moved in and out in long, deep strokes. She heard him making little moaning noises low in his throat.
Close to peak, Tempest wrapped her legs around him and took him deeper. Instinctively she squeezed the muscles in her pussy to invite Malveaux along for the ride.
He raised himself up, gazed into her eyes, and she suddenly became fuzzy, as if she’d had too many beers. She felt him kissing his way down the side of her neck, and then gasped at a sudden, sharp pain. While she moaned, he pumped his cock wildly inside her and sucked roughly on her neck. Waves of ecstasy slammed through her as he did whatever he was doing to her neck. Where the hell had he learned to fuck like that?
Her head filled with cotton candy, she struggled to remain conscious, and watched him rise over her, something red smeared all over his mouth. He seemed to be doing something to his neck. Making a cut? She thought he said “drink,” as he lifted her head toward the wound.
She’d just curled the tip of her tongue along the wet, copper-scented place on his neck, when suddenly he dropped her head back onto the pillow, stopped moving his cock inside her, and went completely still. She tried to shake the cobwebs from her brain. What happened? What was that sound? Was someone outside the door?
“Shit!” Malveaux bolted from the bed.
“W
hat the fuck?” Malveaux said to nobody in particular as he tuned into the fumbling sounds in the hallway.
He could’ve staked himself for getting so caught up in playing with the human female that he’d let the Neanderthal vampires get all the way to the door of the suite before he sensed their presence. How could he have gotten so distracted? What the hell was the matter with him? He hadn’t done anything that dense since he was a newborn. And he called himself an assassin. The buffoons’ primitive thoughts were so clearly broadcast that he’d have to be telepathically deaf to miss them.