Vampiric

Lamia

Warning- Sexually explicit

My eyes open as I feel the night fall, already obsessively staring at her. When she wakes, she’ll be a new being. Her thirst will be overwhelming. We’ll both need to feed tonight. Sprinting from my our bed, knowing I’d better get working on that before she wakes up. She may decide I look like leftovers from last night if not. 

My ears perk up, I hear movement. I speed to the upstairs, seeing a female servant in the kitchen. I’m relieved. Asura must have sent them knowing I’d need them. 

“Master!” A female voice greets me. 

She is young and slender, blonde hair and green eyes. She stands about 5’3”. She’s a human, but enslaved by Vampires. Slaves are not for feeding, they are essential to assist Vampires and hard to come by. Nor do we refer to them as slaves, they are servants. Much more respected. 

Another presence is felt walking into the room. A male servant, he is almost as tall as me. I, standing at 6’5”, that’s not something so typical for most humans being so tall. He has dark hair, blue eyes and is muscular. I envy his blue eyes, as they remind me of hers and I want them so badly. 

“My name is Leah!” The bubbly blonde almost shouts. I nod towards her and smile.

“My name is Brian.” The blue eyed man states. 

“Welcome, both of you to my home. Thank you for being here.” My posture is relaxed, down to earth. 

“I’m sure you’re hungry! Let’s get you something to eat!!” Leah says, enthusiastically. Her voice is so sweet, but so loud. Naturally, her octaves are pitched high. 

“Yes, yes we are positively starved.” Responding to her. 

“Where is the other, sir?” Brian asks curiously.

“My new prodigy is in the tomb.” Brian’s eyes widen with my response. He knows new vamps are wild and I can sense his fear. 

“Not to worry, Brian. I have it under control. She won’t be introduced to you until she is properly fed.” I hear them both sigh a heavy sigh of relief as diminishing tension makes the air light again. 

“Let’s hurry then! Don’t want to keep her waiting!!” Leah steps up, “I have just what you need!!” 

She walks over towards the double refrigerator. One side is a fully functional fridge for human food, the other side is actually a closet. Swinging the door open, she reveals three bodies inside. 

“I knocked them out. Chloroform works wonders!” She says deviously, but still bubbly and perky. She enjoys it, you can see it all over her as her posture changes with her words. Leah is a predator and is a deadly one, streaks of evil lie within this one. Brian smirks, he chimes in “These guys should be plenty for your new one!” He admires the catch. Proud of the meal they are producing like they’ve spent hours slaving over a hot stove for us. On the menu is two large men, they almost look like body builders they are so muscular. Last, there is a woman, she is slender like Leah, but taller. “She’s for desert!” Leah says with excitement. “I gave her some fruit before I captured her! She’ll be delicious!” Kissing her fingers like an Italian chef would, with an over the top “MUAH!” Sound. 

My servants are very proud of themselves. I smile with approval. 

“Thank you, both of you did an outstanding job!” I praise. Humans desire praise when they’ve done good. Such fickle creatures.

“One last thing I require..” Before I finish my request, Brian springs into action.

“Don’t worry sir, I have exactly what you need! We’ve handled everything!” He rushes to hand me a jewelry box. The dark oak box is lined on the inside with soft, red felt, containing my kryptonite. Precautions to ensure I do not lose control of my sweet, wild girl.. 

“Gold chains, just as Asura ordered!” 

Contrary to what most humans believe, silver does nothing to Vampires, they got the wrong metal. It’s intended to stay that way, too. 

Gold is an extremely powerful weapon against Vampires. We believe it has something to do with the chemical compounds of gold. It doesn’t dissolve in acid where other base metals do. This is the base that causes the danger of the precious metal.

“Asura also requested me to give you this.” Brian says, handing over a velvet bag. It contains a hand held mirror. It’s covered for my protection. When showing a Vampire their own reflection in a glass mirror, they start to burn, almost like the embers but instead of smoldering, they ignite, bursting into flames. Also contrary to human belief, we can see our reflections. The tactic throws some humans off if there is a reflection. We’re just not able to make eye contact with our reflections. If eye contact occurs, that’s when we ignite. 

These tools are just for training, incase I need to take drastic measures with my girl. 

“Thank you again, both of you. You may have free range of anything you desire within these walls. All I ask for is privacy within the tomb during this delicate time. If I am to need anything, I’ll be sure to summon you.” 

Leah and Brian have done well, I reach into my pocket and pull out a stack of money and hand it to them, they split it. “You’re too kind, Master Damien! Thank you!” Leah says, almost singing in thanks. 

“We’ll be down in the morning to clean up!” Leah says.

I can feel the s****l tension between them, “Now, go enjoy everything this mansion has to offer on my behalf.” The couple go to turn away as I state one last thing.. “And Leah, make sure your tie Brian up nice and tight. Ride his c**k until he breaks for you. He needs to relax!” I smirk in a joking manner. 

Leah blushes, turning a beautiful cherry red and I can feel her heart pounding with my words.

“I was going to let him heal from the last time, but this sounds like an order. I’ll be sure to make the knots extra tight tonight.” She giggles through a serious tone, grabbing Brian’s hand and bolting towards the stairs. They act like children about to go play, laughing to each other and pushing against each other. Leah grabbing Brian’s ass as she chases him through the halls. 

I turn serious after the enlightenment of their presence fades. I turn a powerful glance to the bodies, waiting to be consumed. They return to consciousness, but are under my trance. Following me like zombies down the stairs to our tomb. 

I carry my mirror and gold chains just in case I need to subdue her.

When we reach the bottom of the steps, the humans go directly toward the empty bed and lay down. I feel her behind me. She is crouching, hiding in a dark corner. I turn around, I see her blue eyes gleaming in the dark, staring directly at me. 

“What am I?!” She demands an answer with an aggressive attitude. 

Nonchalantly, I give a simple answer “A Vampire. But now I have a question for you.” Taunting her. 

“What is your name?” I need to know. My loins burn with desire at her and I need to know her name. 

Hesitant, she speaks “Lamia... but you can call me Mia.” I feel myself almost explode with her voice. Lamia, my prodigy, a proud, powerful name. Fitting for a partner of the head vampire. Her voice breaks my silent state of bliss. 

“I.. I’m so hungry, Damien.. it hurts.” Mia pouts under her breath. She sounds innocent, but I know she’s so dangerous. I won’t be fooled. I need to  focus!

“Come this way my dear, Mia.” I direct her by pointing my arm in the direction of the humans laying in bed. Primal instincts consumer her as she sniffs the air, eyes turning black like a shark about to attack. Springing from her corner, leaping on to the first man. Her feet perched on his chest, gripping him with her claws digging into his shoulders. Her back hunched over, her face in his neck viciously attacking, ripping his throat apart. 

“Use the venom.” Instructing her. 

Her body language changes as she slows her pace and the meal begins to disintegrate. She sucks hard on the neck, drinking quickly, ravaging him. He’s empty, reduced to what looks a raisin. He continues to decompose but she won’t let go, “I command you to stop.” Quickly, she drops what’s left of him to the floor. The remains bubble and sizzle, turning to toxic goo. She isn’t done yet, she lunges for the second male but I grab him first, “Mine!” Dominance escapes me, I need to feed too. Especially after she almost f*****g killed me last night. 

But who am I kidding? I loved it. 

She growls at me, she’s starving, I can feel her desperate hunger.

“Mia, please, take the girl.” 

Mia’s eyes widen before she savagely attacks the second human. Closely watching her to make sure she stops before she’s eating acidic, venomous slime. Learning her boundaries quickly, she stops accordingly this time, but still making sure she gets every last drop she’s able to. Proud of her progress, I feed myself. My muscles regenerating, filling with blood as my strength grows back to normal. Leah and Brian will clean up tomorrow as they promised. 

Mia is sitting on the bed, still naked and drenched in blood. Licking her hands clean and around her lips searching for any drops of blood that remains. She sees me watching her and stops in embarrassment, looking down. 

“No, Lamia, continue. Get every ounce of it if you need. I know what you’re feeling.” Ensuring her there is nothing to be embarrassed about. She continues to lap up the blood until she’s completely clean. 

“Listen, we have some very important things to go over together, Mia.” She sits in attention, but interrupts me. 

“You tried you f**k me last night.” Scolding me. Put on the spot, but I don’t feel ashamed.

“My body reacted to yours. You are quite irresistible. It’s hard for vampires to restrain themselves like I did. You’ll find that out yourself soon enough.” Attempting to manipulate her train of thought. She speeds over to the chair I planted myself in, straddling my lap. My c**k gets hard instantly, her scent is intoxicating. Pressing her breasts in my face, she rocks her hips, grinding herself on me. My c**k throbbing so hard it almost hurts. I let out a soft moan as her sweet body gently strokes me through my pants. 

“Is this what you want, Damien?” She sounds so sexy, seductive, innocent. My body begging for her.

“Yes, Lamia. I need you! Please let me have you, I need you! I need to be inside of you!”

She moans at me, biting her lip, leaning back to put on a show for me. Pressing her breasts together, she grips them, pulling them up, then letting them drop and bounce in front of me. My hand reaches to touch her, but she slaps my hand. I pull away as she shakes her head ‘no’ at me. Like I’m some child being corrected. 

I’m ready, this is it. More grinding, her hips gyrating on my c**k, placing my hands on her ass. Her skin is so soft, so perfect. She is in total control as she grabs my hands from her ass, moving them around her body. Her skin so soft beneath my rough hands, like she’s made of feathers. Stopping my hands, she plants them on her breast, filling my palms with perfect mounds of silk. Batting her big blue eyes and long eyelashes at me. But then suddenly, she stops. 

She gets up off my lap, growling through laughter, spitting harsh words “You think I’m f*****g easy or something? What kind of woman do you think I am? You didn’t even know my name a few minutes ago. Who the f**k do you think you are?! I wouldn’t just f**k some random slick talking stranger!” Her hand on her hip, pointing her fingers at me, then back at her, bobbing her head. Attitude sprinkling over her words. Her cruel display enrages me. Intending to make a point to me, but I ignore it. Selfishly, I step to her, face to face, growling in anger “Who the f**k do I think I am?! I’m your f*****g MASTER!” My voice trembles with rage. Fire ignites in my eyes. I feel myself losing control, my humanity slipping away from me as anger consumes me. How dare she f*****g tease me like that? 

Mia stands firm, unafraid of me, just as enraged as she feeds off my emotions. Mia is challenging me which only makes me angrier. Raising my hand, I hit her hard, she didn’t even flinch. The hard smack causes her to fly across the room. Landing on the bed, I’m right on top of her in an instant. Before she can react, I stop her from reaching up to hold her face, gripping both of her arms and pin her beneath my weight. 

“You thought you were f*****g funny? Do I look like a f*****g joke to you now?!” Snarling at her, adrenaline pulsing through me, I’m not thinking clearly. “I’ll show you what a f*****g joke I am.” I mock. My mind flashes back to when I was human. A powerful Viking, sailing the seas. During raids, I would take any woman I wanted whenever I wanted. No sense of remorse, no feelings. I’ve been fighting that same Viking my entire afterlife to be the man I’ve become today. Sadly, tonight he is winning the fight, as I’m acting like that same person I’ve grown to hate. This doesn’t stop me.

My knee spreads her legs, her eyes widen as she try’s to roll away from me. “No, please! D-Damien! P-Please stop!” Squealing, her legs thrashing around my knee, begging me. She’s trying to break free of me but I’m far too powerful for her. She’s mine, my eyes turn black. Leaning down, I aggressively lick and suck her n*****s. Biting down hard as just to hear her squeals more. I inhale her, my nose in her neck, kissing her and fighting her for my dominance. I bite down again but this time on her neck. Her scent has me drunk, not even thinking of what I’m actually doing. 

“DAMIEN!” She screams, panicking. This only arouses me more. I reposition myself, trying to undo my pants. Her legs clamp together as soon as my knee moves, trying to close me out, trying to deny ME access to her entry. With a glance of concentration, her hands remain pinned down by my power. Her breast bouncing with every movement I make. Boasting, showing her I don’t even need to touch her to dominate her. Ripping my pants off, exposing myself, large, throbbing, pulsing, dripping for her. I slowly remove my shirt, showing her my muscular midsection. My Viking screams with the power over her, throwing harsh words at her “You’re f*****g mine, I own you. I’ll treat you how I see fit. You’re a mean spirited b***h! You did this! You want to act like a f*****g b***h? That’s how you’ll get treated!” With a simple glance, her legs forcefully rip apart, she is powerless, under my control now.

I drool over her beautiful body, her perfect slit, lusting to bury myself inside of her. I taste her, slurping hard on her c******s, just to cause her pain. She’s whining and sobbing as I lick her her labia, moistening her for myself. My hand rubbing across her face to smear the blood of her tears. I sit up, my c**k in hand about to slam inside of her forcefully, but she lets out an interrupting scream “Stop Damien, NO! I’m a virgin! Please, please, don’t do this! I’m begging you, please!”

The words stop me in my tracks, the head of my p***s just barely touching the entrance of her v****a. So close I can literally feel the heat radiating from her. Her face is covered in blood, smeared from my hand. She continues to cry. I snap out of it, taking control back of myself. I jump back, how could I lose control so bad? I hit her, I was like a maniac! Out of f*****g control maniac! Oh how I lusted for her so bad, I was about to ruin her! She would have resented me forever! She’ll never forget this! I flood with disgusting thoughts of myself, finally ashamed as karma would have it. Looking down at the floor, too embarrassed to even make eye contact, I mutter the words “I.. I can’t believe I did that. How could I? I, I’m a f*****g MONSTER!” Sadness consumes me, choking me up. Again, I can’t contain myself. My head falls into my hands, such shame piercing my heart. Drops of blood fall from my eyes as I completely fall apart. 

“I’m sorry, Mia.” Words stuttering to pass over my lips in the midst of my meltdown, quickly rushing my shame away from her, leaving her alone as I hide in a secret compartment of the tomb. Sealing myself off from her. I’m going to stay here for a while, I need to be alone.