Erotica Anthology #6

Prize

#30

Blood Prize

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If you want something, you have to pay for the prize.

To Evey Moutain, for wanting to meet someone that is forbidden to meet, is her own blood. That is what she thinks at first, until her future shows otherwise.

Evey is a student of a magic academy. It was the day of Summoning Exam that Evey's friend shows her a painting of a very gorgeous vampire that when it is Evey's turn to summon a beast that she accidentally thinks of the handsome vampire and summons him instead - completely naked out in the open of approximately 20.000 girls and women. A massive blooding nose causes almost the entire school to go in the hospital - except for Evey herself.

Samon Knightley XIII is a very ancient and well-known vampire, making him dangerous at times. Evey's summoning him fascinates him, because no wizard has ever dared to associate themselves with someone as violent as Samon. He misunderstands Evey and thinks that she only wants s*x out of being lonely and still a virgin.

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"It's not like that," I try to correct him.

"Oh yeah? Then why am I naked when you summoned me?" He folds his arms on his chest, but does not bother to cover the rest of his body. He stands still so confidently with that gorgeous face of his as if he were not naked.

"Well, of starter, it was my friend's fault for showing the painting of you just before the Summoning Exam started. I am good at remembering pictures, you see, that is why my thoughts accidentally ran to remembering the painting while I was on trance. And I even hardly realized that it was my turn to call.

"I only realized my mistake when I was too late. But when I stop myself without thinking, you coincidencely stopped at the layer of your skin. In my defense, though, I think it is better than a layer before. Or else the whole school would have been scared to dead. You would have looked so frightening with no skin, only blood and muscles that cover your bones. So in my personal opinion, it would have been better for blood lost than scared to dead," I finish my explanation.

"Really? Then how do you explain this?" He pinches my p***y through my underwear with his hand, which I have even no idea how it can snake up to reach that part of my body. "Your p***y is so wet."

"Well, for started, I am not a lesbian. I know what you think: a school full of girls. But I do not like gi-" He silence me by smashing his lips to mine, suddenly already brushing his lips on mine so hard that he finds his way into my mouth so quickly. He thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and just does what he wants with me. And the next thing I know, we are already in my room.

"Strip," he orders in a firm tone.

To my surprise, I obey. I remove my clothes piece by piece, even my underwear, until I am as naked as he does.

"Touch yourself."

I climb on top of my bed and start drawing circles over the skin of my p***y, each easily build me to a climax until I c*m - as my friend told me what it is called.

He suddenly yanks me to him and shows his fangs and red eyes. Instead of going in for my neck with his fangs, though, he goes inside my hole and trusts his thick c**k in. Balls deep without mercy, I feel my throat let out a cry. He knows that I am a virgin, and yet-

He retrieves his c**k until only the head stays around the exit of my entrance, before going in brutally inside again. He keeps repeating that until the pain starts to turn into pleasure as I c*m some more.

Still fully inside of me, he bends down to get a taste of my c*m and licks greedily, hands caring my skin. When my knees are getting too close, he parts them so far, my bones crack. I let out a wail of cry as he drinks my c*m hungrily, until he gets his tongue on my virgin blood and gets wild.

"You taste so good, I just want you more," the voice that vibrates from his throat is the sound of a monster.

And that is when my thought that he has finished is wrong.

"More!" he murmurs and he trusts his c**k in my hole faster, making me trapped in pain and pleasure all together.

My body and mind are being sunk into a sea of immeasurable depth, while the time is sucked by the space. That is how it feels while Samon f***s me.

He stops when I start to fall asleep out of being tired - which is something I do not understand why. I am the type that is hard to fall asleep, even after a long day of tiring duties. But somehow, after having s*x with him, I manage to drift my mind to a dream.

I am not even sure what I am dreaming about. It is pretty much the usual - dark or black and white, with setting I am familiar with and yet so weird, with an addition of something or someone trying to chase me from behind as a huge factor that play the horror movie of my dream. But I wake up eventually, breaking the dark world and calling my consciousness back to reality.

A pair of glowing red eyes stares at me intensely, framed by long eyelashes and undefeatable beauty. The eyes go with a fair skin and face that cheekbones shows masculinity. The hair is the same color as the eyebrows. And to put it all together, a body so perfect, each makes it look like they were made by a very talented sculpturist.

Still naked and under my cover, Samon bores his eyes on me. He does not speak immediately, so I think he has something going on in his mind.

"You were mumbling some things while you were asleep," he says.

"Yeah, I know. I sleep-talk sometimes. Mostly when having nightmare or angry," I reply.

"You asked me to f**k your cilt with my cock." My face turns red right away, hearing his word.

I have never dream of having s*x with someone before, so those words sound pretty bold to me. But I am sure that I did not dream such thing.... or did I?

"Sorry," is the only word I can think off at the moment.

He chuckles. "I think I am the one who should be apologizing. You were asleep and I was turned on again by your dangerously raspy invitation."

"So, did you do it." My below part is already starting to become sore, but either way I still cannot tell whether he touched me while I was asleep or not.

"No, I didn't. I never take advantage of someone who was still sleeping. I knew that you were not aware of what you said before, that is why I did not touch you. It would be amazing if I do, though. But I already take your virginity on so roughly that I might get you too sore to walk anytime soon, so I suppress myself." Unbelievably, the vampire lying completely nude on my bed right now is being super nice compare to the one that has f****d me.

That does not mean that the s*x was bad. It was a completely new experience of mine. And I did feel very pleased with the feeling he has caused me.

One thing for sure, Samon is not here for my blood, because I am free from any bite marks. He is here for my flower - my purity. But that has long gone, so why is he still here? Aren't I already gave him what he wanted as the prize of being summoned? What more can he want from me for staying?

Not being the type that desire complexity unconsciously, I ask him directly.

He fingers slip one of the stands of my hair to the back of my ear. "I want you to be mine. Forever." I stare at him, shocked. "I want you to come with me to my castle and f**k me every single night as we both pleased, and then have as many children as you want."

To say that my mind goes blank at the moment is an underestimation. It feels like a black hole just sucks all of my brain cells, leaving me nothing inside. What is he saying? Is he telling the truth of just joking around? I cannot even read the expression in his eyes.

"After f*****g you, I realized that all I want to do is just keeping doing what I was doing nonstop. I like being inside you. I was thinking.... that perhaps your summoning me was no coincidence at all, but fate."

Fate? That is so.... cheesy. Is he for real?

"Are you saying this to me just so that you can have your way with me 24/7?"

"If you want to-"

"Ha! I knew it!" I accuse him by pointing a finger at him. "You are just trying to trick me into being your s*x slave. My believe is right. There is no suck thing as love or fate or whatever you call it. They are all just too silly." But without being able to control it, tears leak from my eyes, unstopping anytime soon.

And the worse news is that I am never the type to be able to control my emotion. Just letting out whatever I am feeling. And right now, it is pain. Pain simply sucks.

"Shush," Samon brushes his fingers to erase the traces of my tears, trying to calm me softly. "You are wrong. You will not be my s*x slave. In fact, I am the one that is your loyal slave, for body and soul. I am ever willing to stay here with you if I have to, if that is what it takes for me to be able to be with you. You don't even have to come with me to my castle."

They way Samon is staring at me right now.... it is so desperate, intense, and lovingly honest that even I can understand his feelings for me. They are real. He really.... really....

"I love you, Evey," he holds my hands in his. "Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife for eternity."

"But.... eternity is a very long time."

"And I will enjoy every second of it with you," he says serenely.

"Are you sure about this? Spending the rest of your eternity with me?"

"I will trade anything I have in this world for you. I do not desire anything else but you." My eyes never leave his eyes as he talks.

Oh no, this has become too good to be truth.

In an instant, I feel my body being flip over drastically. He leaps on top of me and makes me lies down so hard, the sudden stretch does not even help my newly taken flower.

The spell breaks right away, too fragile for him to keep up as his lust has taken over. I can feel the danger now, and how cold reality has slapped me hard.

All the feelings I felt.... when he touched me.... when he said he loved me.... They all are just complete illusion that he has perfectly planted for me to fall right into it. I was so stupid to even let it happened.

The new him.... the real him.... is crazy scary. His hands roughly grab each mound of my ass, squeezing it too hard that I whimper in pain. But that does not match the torture I feel once he is done playing with my ass.

He parts its cheeks for each into opposite directions, hurts so much that I can only gaps. His c**k plunges into me without warning, entering balls deep only to retreat again and then plunge again deeply. He keeps doing that over and over again, wanting nothing more but to feel pleasure.

And pleasure he gets. All the facades has gone now. He is a vampire, and an ancient-powerful one. A mare witch like me has nothing compare to him, especially when he is straddling me from behind on my own bed right now. I want to scream, but who will help me? No one's even at the school. There are only the two of us. And I doubt that he will let go of me willingly.

It feels like days have passed when he finally stops. But he eventually does.

Stopping is not for the better though, coming from him. His c**k is still buried deep inside me, not making a move to slide out, so I can feel him moving above my bare body.

One of his hands brushes the hair that covers my neck, leaving one side free for view. I can feel his cold outhale as his face move closer. And it is only a matter of seconds before his fangs buried into my skin.

It hurts like hell, and I know because I have felt the intensity of the place through the portal I created. And it was not very pleasant.

I feel dizzy quick because he sucks my blood in a fast pace, making me almost losing consciousness. His fangs are sharp, like blades or daggers, growing inside my skin displeasingly without me being able to remove it.

The pain eventually fades, but that is because he injects something inside me. His fangs feel like they come with poison, like snakes. My body starts struggling right at the moment, even though I know that it is already way too late. The same old and chilling liquid also brushes from his c**k, as it seems like he is cumming inside me, injecting his seeds into my hole.

"No!" I cry, fighting harder. But as I move, I feel myself getting dizzier and my sight darker by the seconds.

And I cannot believe that I just let the vampire rapes me as he pleases by passing out.

When I wake up, I know for the fact that I am not lying on my bed anymore, because the sheets do not smell like mine anymore. Moreover, the texture is too silky, too expensive. The school does not have the money to it.

I flinch my eyes open, only to discover black sheets surrounding me. I am still bare, because I can feel my p***y grazing against the alien material right now, and the unfamiliar feel makes it wet. As I hold the sheet to keep covering my body when I get into a sitting position, I realize that the room is also different.

I think it is because it is of the lack of lighting at first, but soon realize that it is not just that. The room is mostly black, from the walls, ceiling, floor, to furniture. A few of the furniture are in blood red, but that is all.

Carefully, I climb off the bed, which is hard considering the size. But I get there eventually. My bare feet make contact with the black carpet. My eyes trying to scan the room more, discovering ancient treasure placed all around the room. The most that captures my attention is a painting of Samon, one that is suppose to be the original version of the picture that my friends has showed me earlier from a book she discovered.

Samon's eyes look more intoxicating from his paint, more alive. The painter from the ancient time must have been talented. He was able to capture Samon in his most handsome and glorious state.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and I jump back in surprise. But my foot does not feel the carpet, and water welcomes me in a split seconds. Something gazes pass my skin, and it is not just at one place at a time. Panic, I begin struggling under the water, realizing that I cannot swim.

Where did the water come from? Why have not I saw it before? And this deep?

A hand sudden gets a hold around my wrist and pulls me up. Air pushes into my lungs and fills it as my back lands roughly back on the carpet, but only my top is at the surface. My feet are still struggling inside the water to push my ass upwards, but one kick gets my body slides back into the water.

The other hand catches what is between my inner tight, just in time to stop me from falling back into the water and pushes me up until I am completely off from the water. I look forward to discover a small poll, sprinkled with rose petals that have grazes against my skin earlier that almost sank me to death.

Who built a pool in a freaking bedroom?!

I can still feel the hand on my p***y, even though I know that it is there only to safe me. I lift my eyes to meet my savior's. His eyes resembles Samon's, but his stiff hair style is a completely opposite.

"T-thank you," I shutters.

His gaze bores into me for long, before I can feel something slides between the lips of my p***y. Not his fingers, of course. I can see them all. Four of them.... leaving his thumb inside.

I whimper in pleasure, shockingly. The pain from my p***y vibrates pleasure all over my body, and keeps sending a building need inside of me.

"What's your name?" His tender calculating voice asks me.

"E-E-Evey Moutain!" I pant desperately, surprising myself by being able to answer.

He removes both of his hands suddenly, the one inside my p***y and the one that support the back of my head. I see him standing, flow by a sound of unzipping.

"Alright, Evey. I want you so suck me as hard as you can. And you better be good at it, because your live might be counting on it," he says.

He just stands there after saying that. Since it looks like he is not planning to make a move, I have to guide my mouth to his c**k, which feels cold yet slightly wet. I lick the tip before slowly taking him in, all until his edge hit the back of my throat. This is all I can do as far.

"You better start moving," he says, and a flash of tells me that he is a vampire as well.

I do as told and slide my mouth out from his c**k, only to swallow it back again and hit my limit. One time he helps pushing his c**k harder against my throat, making me gag. But I am soon be granted by his c*m. He does not even moan as I try to handle his seed, not being able to do anything but drink it.

He does not taste that bad.

Once he has finish, he just pulls his c**k back into his pants and zips it, then leaves.

I am never more shock by the slap of how cold he is. He just told me to suck his c**k, then just leaves?

I find myself drifting away from sleep when my ears catch a few voices, just loud enough to mostly be coming from inside the same room I woke up from earlier. I must have crawled back to the bed. And I can hear the cold voices replying each other.

“Give her to me, and I will give you a piece of my land at North. That will be my last offer,” says a calm tenor.

“I said no. Don’t test me, Adronile. I found her first, and I had her first as well. You cannot just come around and asks me to let you make her as your personal f**k toy. She’s mine,” says a rather dangerous and furious voice, which I soon recognize as Samon’s.

“Do not pretend that my offer does not interest you enough, Samon. I know that you have been trying to get it into your hands since the last few centuries. This will be your perfect chance. Besides, it is not like every day that I will give you the opportunity for you to get the land. Think about it, Samon. You can have the land, and I will have the girl,” the first voice, Adronile’s, says again, but he sounds like he is even too lazy to talk.

“Why her?” Samon asks after a while. “You can have any girl. Why did you pick her?”

“As you already know, I do not have much interest with females. But I have tasted the product, and I would like to buy her,” Adronile answers. “Now take the offer, Samon.”

I hold my breath for a moment as the two gets intense. Will Samon surrender me to Adronile?

“I’m sorry, but I will have to reject it.”

That answer makes me breath again. But for what, exactly? Samon does not really love me. He was just using me, for s*x. And even if he did agree with the trade, I would end up just the same; a simple toy to f**k with. So this is pointless, getting anxiety and panic and all.

“Fine.” I can hear Adronile getting frustrated. “The land at North, along with the rest of the continent.” Now that is just plain unexpected. He just raised the trade?

“I said─”

“Hear me out. I am not finished just yet,” Adroline cuts Samon. “You can have the Frozen Continent, but you have to share her with me.”

“What?!” I think Samon is just as shock as me right now. I would have shout, too, if it were not for the fact that I am still pretending to be sleeping, just to ease drop their conversation.

“This is the best offer you can get, Samon. Plus, you will still have her in your possession. You just have to share half of her time with me. An entire continent for you to rule, in place for the girl,” Adronile chants.

“You─” Samon losts his words. “To do so far.... She really is such a good f**k, isn’t she?”

“You’ve enjoyed her, so you know the answer. And I just cannot spend another time without not having my c**k shoved inside her sweet pussy.”

With that s****l comment, I find myself starting to get wet. They must have smell me as well, because they have stop talking and moving to my direction.

“My, my. What a naughty little girl. Ease dropping while the vampires are discussing your fate. You do realize that you will not get out of this without being punished, don’t you?” Samon says in a teasing tone, though sounds to me more like a threat.

I scoop back to the head of the bed, not wanting him any near me. But he beats my afford by sitting at the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to cares one side of my cheek. His velvet eyes are praying mine with their fierceness for the longest time, before following down to my cleavage only to spare the same amount of attention to my figure.

My hands are trying to reach the blanket to cover myself, but a different cold hand stop me from getting any decency. Adronile grabs my wrist, pulling it up for two purposes; the first is to prevent me from doing the obvious, while the second one is to let his eyes feast more on the sight of my bare skin.

“Adronile and I have reached an agreement, Evey,” Samon speaks. They did? I thought they were just arguing about it. “We’ve decided to share you.” I gasp at his words. This means....

Samon suddenly grabs my neck, only strong enough to keep me still as my back lies on the head of the bed. He gently pulls me down so that I can rest on the bed completely from head to toe, but I know how bad this is heading. And my intuition proves to be right. In a matter of seconds, Adronile is not holding my hand anymore, but rather holding my legs to keep them from kicking him away. Grabbing good holds around both of my ankles, he violently spreads my legs apart to enjoy a better view; a view he will rather feel with more contact than just through his preying, lustful eyes.

“Please, don’t do this. Let me go....” I beg weakly.

“No can do, witchy,” Samon replies with the same amount of taunting lust controlling his eyes.

“Please, I’ll do anything else. But please, not this. I don’t want to be a s*x slave.”

“Oh, but you already are, Evey. Now be good and cooperate, I can promise you that you will enjoy this. We both will f**k you to the point of heaven, better than what we did before. But if you refuse to give yourself up, this will be your living nightmare.”

I gulp as hard as I can even though to this point, my body is shaking hardly with fear. Cold sweat is covering my back despite the fact that it is freezing in here.

“So what will it be, Evey? Your choice.” Samon waits for my answer.

“Please.... I.... I choose....” I look at Samon to find any some sort of remorse, but find none. I regretfully turn to Adronile, but find worst.

And it is not long before I lose everything, to even time itself.