Vampires "And The Dark Pleasure"

One Night Stand

The night was far from over. On the top floor of the Palace, in my private suite. Father had left for some business meeting. I was alone with those four. The room was dark, only candlelight flickering. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling. Devil laughed, his eyes turned red. "We are vampires, Lucy. Centuries old. Your father summoned us because that same blood flows in you too." I was shocked. My mother... she died when I was little, in an attack one night. "Your mother was like us," William spoke, his hand sliding over my breast. I stepped back, but a strange excitement rose within me. Lucas pinned me against the wall, his lips pressed against mine, deep, hungry. Henry pulled down my dress, his fingers on my skin.

That night, we did things no ordinary human could even imagine. Devil's body on top of me, cold yet burning like fire. His kiss so deep it felt like he was sucking my soul. We fell onto the bed, he held me tightly, his nails digging into my back. William joined, his muscles pressing against me, every thrust violent yet addictive. Lucas's fingers explored every corner of my body, he kept kissing, kept biting. Henry watched, then joined, his touch intelligent yet dark. This wasn't s*x, this was a ritual—dark, violent, where pain and pleasure became one. I screamed, but that scream was one of pleasure. The room smelled of blood, but whose? Mine? Or theirs? Phoenix's night was silent outside, but inside was a storm.

When I opened my eyes the next morning... oh, last night's memories still echo in my body like pain. My suite on the top floor of Phoenix Palace, that room which was once my safe haven, now feels like a prison. Morning has arrived. The sun's rays peek through the window, shining on Phoenix city's skyscrapers, but this morning brings me no relief. I'm lying in bed, naked, covered with the marks of all four vampires. Devil, William, Lucas, Henry—they're all sleeping, or perhaps pretending to sleep. Their bodies are cold, like the dead, but I know they're immortal. My body? It's aching everywhere. Last night's wildness, that dark sex... I never thought pain could be so sweet. But now, I must get up. Father has a meeting today, a board meeting at Hartford Empire, where I must appear as if nothing happened.

I tried to get up from the bed. My legs are trembling, as if someone has broken them. Last night they took me so many times, in so many ways, that my v****a is still swollen, hurting. I placed a hand down, felt it—it's wet there, their semen and my blood mixed together. Disgust rises, but along with it a strange excitement. I somehow got up, but as soon as my foot touched the ground, I stumbled. The pain so sharp I clenched my teeth. "Ahh..." my voice escaped, but softly, because I don't want to wake them. Those four are spread across the bed—Devil's naked body, his p***s still large and intimidating, as if reminding me of last night. William's muscles, Lucas's smiling face, Henry's cold eyes. I wrapped a sheet around myself and limped toward the bathroom. Every step brought pain, as if someone had torn me from inside. But I need to bathe, need to wash off this filth. Phoenix's morning is hot, but there's coldness inside me.

Reaching the bathroom, I closed the door but didn't lock it. Why? Perhaps because I know that if they want, no door can stop them. I turned on the shower, the stream of hot water fell on my body. Ah, what relief. Water flowing through my hair, over my breasts, down to my v****a. I took the soap, started cleaning myself. But as soon as I placed my hand down, the pain rose again. Last night's memories flashed—Devil had grabbed me from behind, his p***s so large I thought I would split. William had made me sit on top, his thrusts so powerful my screams echoed through the room. Lucas had put it in my mouth, dirty, wild, like some animal. Henry played with his fingers, then they all together... oh, I closed my eyes, standing under the water. But then, I felt a cold breeze from behind. I didn't turn, but I knew—someone was there.

Suddenly, two cold hands grabbed my waist. "Devil..." I whispered, but fear made my voice tremble. He laughed, his laugh dark, like the devil's. "The morning should start well, Lucy," he said, his voice in my ear. I tried to resist, but he's so powerful. He bent me forward, made me place my hands on the shower wall. Water was falling on both of us, but his body was cold, like ice. I felt it—his p***s, already hard, pressing against my ass. "No, Devil... it hurts," I said, but there was that weakness in my voice that excites him more. He didn't stop. He rubbed his p***s near my v****a, which was already wet—perhaps from the water, or from my arousal. Then, without warning, he thrust from behind. His p***s entered, completely, in one push. "Aaahhh!" my scream escaped, from fear, from pain, but also from pleasure. He was so big it felt like he would split me in two. My v****a was already swollen, but he didn't stop. He started thrusting, powerful, dirty.

"Your p***y is so tight, Lucy... even after f*****g you all night," he whispered, his hands on my breasts, kneading them. His nails dug into my skin, blood perhaps flowing, but the water was washing everything away. I was screaming, "Devil... stop... ahh... no..." but my body was betraying me, I was pushing back, wanting more. He went faster, his thrusts so wild my legs started trembling. His p***s in and out, deeper each time. I could feel it—he's a vampire, his strength isn't human. He grabbed my hair, pulled back, bit my neck—lightly, but sucked blood. "Your blood is sweet," he said, and f****d harder. Water, soap, our sweat—everything mixed. I was close to climax, but the pain was so much tears came. "Come on, Lucy... scream... I love your screams," he said, and moved one hand down, started rubbing my c**t. That rubbing so rough it felt like burning. I screamed, loudly, and orgasm came—wild, dirty, as if my body exploded. After that he came, inside only, filled my v****a with hot semen. He pulled out, I started falling against the wall, but he caught me. "Good girl," he said, and kissed me—dirty, tongue inside.