Percival looked at the prey that he had found from the club and the thought that his new conquest was not so bad herself. It was a good thing that he liked blondes and was a sucker for them. She was going to be quite the fun to play with until he got tired of this one as well.
"Well, your finally are awake. How are you?""Awake, huh? Where am I? Who are you?""You may call be Sir Percival. You are in my humble castle," said Percival."Castle?! And wait, I thought your name was Matt," said Erin looking around wildly."Yes castle," replied Percival. "You lost consciousness back in the club, so I brought you here."Erin memory swam back in bits and pieces. She remembered partying in a club and meeting Matt... Percival. In the dark of the club all she could see was a dark object mostly mannish is shape. But it was shaped like a man, smelled decent, and seemed like he could be fun to party with. They danced for a while and had a good time. Later when they were getting drinks and he pulled her close. He told her that she was beautiful and that he would like to kiss her.Erin nodded slightly, strangely enchanted by his shadow hidden face. Their lips touched and Erin felt a shock jolt through her; it flew from her lips, down her spine and right between her legs. She pulled "Matt" closer and kissed him harder. He pulled away from her and started butterflying kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Erin's breath became quicker and quicker as he kissed further down. Suddenly, a sharp but pleasing pain erupted from her neck. She felt a bit of warmness flow down her neck and passed out in a storm of white ecstasy.She opened her eyes and found Percival crouching in front of her."You are only alive - well sort of – because I want you to be," Percival told her."What do you... you bit me didn't you?""Yes.""Why?""I am a vampire," Percival said in a matter of fact manner.Erin screeched "A vampire?!? But but but...""Simple. I was bitten and then fed my sire's blood. Now I am a vampire.""Sire? Who?... did you turn me?""My sire doesn't matter... He is dead. I staked him. Got tired of his constant need for me to bring him fresh blood... incompetent old bastard... And yes, that is why you are here. You are my vampire. My vampire sex slave... hehehe""I'm a vampire," asked Erin. "Wait! I am what?""Sex slave, get used to the idea," murmured Percival. "You mine until I decide that you are of no more use to me."Erin stood and backed away from Percival. She started to turn, but couldn't. Something was holding here there. Something more powerful than she could resist."Can't move can you?""Wha... Vampires don't have this sort of power," exclaimed Erin."Vampires don't but I do. I am more than a normal vampire. Now why don't you remove your clothes for me."Erin's hands moved towards her the buttons on her shirt. She struggled to stop, but couldn't. She had no power over her hands... or any other of her voluntary muscle actions. Her shirt dropped to the ground and then she slipped out of her jeans. There she stood in her bra and panties. A few tears silently streamed down her face."Crying are we," taunted Percival. "You should embrace you new life, otherwise you will be miserable forever."'"You bastard!"Percival took a step forward and slapped her. "Slave! Don't talk that way to me!"He flexed his right hand and Erin passed out. When she came to again, she found herself collared and shackled. Chains from the collar and the shackles ran to large rings attached to the frame of the bed. She writhed and tried to free herself but all she managed to was to attract Percival's attention."Awake again, are we? Well good."He walked over to the side of the bed. He let his eyes roam over her body for a minute, taking in every aspect of her lovely form. Her slim body, her well shaped legs, he large breasts. He took a sharp breath in. What a beautiful slave I have, he mused to himself.Suddenly he reached down and tore her panties and bra off. Erin gasped at the forceful removal of her remaining cloths. Erin's arousal was obvious. Percival reaches down and slide a finger into her cunt. He pulled it out and sucked the juices off."Hmm... If I didn't know better, I would think you like this sort of thing. But from the way you were acting earlier, I guess you don't," Percival said with a smile.He slid his clothes off revealing his well toned body. Erin's eyes widened... his cock was huge. It was the biggest one she had ever seen. It was at least 8 inches long and pretty damn thick. Percival moved to the side of the bed and positioned his cock next Erin's mouth."Suck it slut."Erin clamped her mouth shut at first. Percival smiled slightly and her mouth flew open. He slide his cock into her mouth."Now that is a good girl."Erin moved her head and started sucking his cock. Percival moaned slightly and then pulled his cock out of her mouth. He bent over her and bit her neck again, letting the blood flow. Erin bucked from the sensation, pleasure filling her body. Percival stood up and climbed up onto the bed."You're a good cocksucker slut and you taste good, but I think I want to fuck you now."Erin whimpered as she fought to keep her legs closed. Percival made another motion and applied a little pressure on her knees. Her legs spread revealing her cunt for Percival. Erin squeezed her eyes shut to keep from seeing him. He lowered himself over her and slid his cock into her. Erin's eyes flew open when she felt his cock fill her up.Moving terribly slow at first, he slide in and out of Erin. Grunting, he started fucking her faster and harder. With every stroke, Erin moaned louder and louder."Slave, don't cum until I do. I want you to cum with me."Erin's moans eventually turned into screams of pleasure. Percival was close to cumming."Slave, I'm almost there! Cum with me," he cried.And then he came into Erin. Feeling his cock pulse within her, she let go and the world turned white as she came and passed out from the pleasure. Percival came down from the extreme high that he was at and stroke Erin's hair."Hmm... my slave, I do believe you and I will have much fun together."
The girl was tired and Percival snapped his fingers till he was sure that she was asleep. He had thought that this one was going to have some kind of fire in her but it seemed like all the human were same. They were so damn submissive that it was almost impossible to even think that he was going to get a good slave with whom he could play to his heart’s content.
“Morgan, make sure that her memory is wiped and she is left in her own bed by the morning,” said Percival as his butler nodded at his instructions and said,” You are becoming quite tired of them soon, my Lord. Are you sure that this is because you need to change your taste?”
Percival smiled at the comment of his butler and said,” You have always been well perceptive of my needs, Morgan. I need something else but it does not seem like what I need and what I get there is any kind of parity between the two.”
“That is because my lord, human women are necessarily weaker than the rest of the creatures. And it has been quite some time that you have not taken part in the games as well,” said Morgan as he made sure that Erin was dressed perfectly as Percival opened the decanter and poured two fingers of golden liquid in the tumbler and sighed.
“There is no fun in anything like I used to find earlier, Morgan. Sex has become boring and even business has become boring. I need to find something new to play with now or maybe soon I shall walk the dawn,” said Percival as he enjoyed the bitter sweet taste of the bourbon. There were a very few things in life that he enjoyed now and a good whiskey and bourbon was one of them.
“What about the new club that has opened? The one that the werewolves have started? The fight club?” asked Morgana and Percival said,” What about this place? How come I have never heard of it earlier?”
“Then it is a good thing. It will be good for you to visit the place first hand,” said Morgan as he smiled.
Beads of sweat splattered across the floor like drops of blood. The grunts and gasps for breath echoed off the walls adding to the vast empty feel of the room. A long firm leg swung through the air only to be slapped away by the palm of a hand. The crack of flesh meeting flesh seemed to thunder through the room.Feet pounded on the mats in continuous charges and retreats. The rush of running brought no relief from the hot thick air that hung heavy with the scent of determination and exertion.A hand flew out and captured a wrist that was slick with sweat. A feminine yelp of pain was followed by silence as everyone held their breath. The wrist was pushed up behind her back in an attempt to coa
Her gaze lifted to his once again, and those crimson eyes burned into hers. There was no expression in those eyes. He could have just as easily been staring at a wall. However, there was a depth of knowledge that shown in those abyssal pools of blood.She realized that she had stopped breathing, and quickly exhaled as she began to walk forward once again. Her eyes stared straight ahead and she strode past him, trying to pretend he wasn't even there. The gaze followed her, and she soon heard his footsteps casually following her.Seeing as she was being followed, she decided to exit out the front doors rather than the back alley she would normally use. There was no telling what this man wanted, and Lena would much rather not find out.The air immediately became oppressive as she stepped out into the thick crowd. Dark bodies swirled around her.
She held up her hands as Percival finally showed a hint of emotion and looked at her quizzically. "I'm really sorry, but I need to borrow you for just a few minutes." He didn't budge an inch to prevent her from doing anything, and Lena drew in a quick breath. She couldn't believe she was going to do this to a complete stranger.His eyes widened in surprise as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She quickly started to pull his coat off, and he actually helped her. She silently thanked God that he was too stunned by her actions to do otherwise. Next she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and smoothed her hands over his skin to bare his chest.His muscles tightened under her hurried touch, and f
His hands ran up her sides as his lips trailed down. He paused to tongue her navel before lifting his lips from her skin. All reason rushed from her mind as her head swam with desire. Her fingers darted out to lace through his hair as she tried desperately to pull his lips back to her.Her efforts were rewarded as he slid up and kissed one soft tip of a breast. She curled her fingers, holding him there as his tongue lightly circled her nipple. It quickly hardened in response. His fingers caressed the other nipple to attention as she slipped her hands down the back of his neck.She was slowly regaining some sense of her being, and she wanted to arouse these same sensations in him. She tugged at his shirt, and he quickly sat up to pull i
Sophie had to chuckle at the irony... Angers. Perhaps the absurd stream of consciousness of it all took the long way around to actually making sense, considering her reason for being in the small French town. But, looking out at the idyllic view of the town square beneath her window, it was impossible for her to imagine any possible motivation for naming this storybook hamlet, Angers.Angers, France. A hotbed of werewolf lore. In the middle-ages, suspected "werewolves" were hunted just as those accused of witchcraft. Paranoia and sup
As Sophie's took in the orgy, her eyes were drawn to the only unmoving form. The man who had been in her room earlier was there. In the midst of the constant rutting, he stood motionless, looking up at her window. He was now covered in a thin sheen of fur and he was naked. His cock stood against his belly, fully erect. Even from this distance, Sophie could see the veins and the constant twitching of the prick as he watched her.
Camilla’s POVIt was the perfect birthday in every sense, and in all the ways only the universe can give. It was a summers day in April, the first day blossom opened on the tree. It was there as I opened my curtains, a beautiful nature's gift. There was the cycle lane in town, newly marked in fresh white paint and the strangers who said they were reached by my writing, that they were helped. There was the unexpected wait for a friend that lead me into the chocolate shop, then precious time with the friend, with someone proud to be seen with me, someone who listens and cares. The evening stretches ahead, time with my three favourite people in the world,my Maman, my Papa, and my sister, Julia.
Camilla and her parents got in their car and they drove to the house of Richard. Richard was her father’s business partner. Peter, her Dad, said,” You look absolutely beautiful today, honey. You don’t wear dresses but it seems like if you do then the hearts of the men and the boys are going to be trampled on soon enough.”“Daaaad,” mock shouted Camilla as she felt her cheeks aflame at her father’s comments while her mother only laughed.“Today is your day, baby, and just remember to enjoy. I have told Richard not to go over t
Her father was not home when Alison arrived, which for once she was grateful for. She was in desperate need of some quiet time to contemplate what just happened. Not even bothering to go inside the house, she took the small stone pathway that twisted around the back of the main house and headed straight for the gardens. She loved her father's garden. Tall green hedges sectioned off different areas that all had their own unique theme. Her favorite section was the lily section and whenever she visited she made sure to stop by and take a nap on the cushioned bench that was found there. It was luxuriously relaxing to simply lay there and breathe in the scent of flowers and fresh air.Today, however, her mind was in a whirl and even meditating on her favorite bench didn't seem to be helping. The men she overheard in that room wanted to keep her around for whatever they were planning, but what was it and how did she fit into that plan? She felt incredibly vulnerable and wished that
Braden had not been able to sleep that night. Thinking about Alison facing the king made him feel like he was just punched in the stomach. He was well aware of the interest that Medeas had in Alison's work, and he knew for a fact that the king had not just recently taken interest in the biomagical field. In fact, it had been about two and a half years since the king first heard about it. Whether Alison knew it or not she was about to be horribly exploited, and unfortunately there was nothing Braden could do to stop it. He had been called to the capital earlier in the week so that he could be told to his face that if he warned her at all he would never see the end of their harassment. This arrangement was the reason he had never pursued Alison before, but eventually he just couldn't take it anymore and he had to be with her.He had been instantly smitten with Alison the very first day they worked together. While she was classically beautiful, she also had a penchant for making
So early Saturday morning had found Braden and Alison standing in an empty field that was surrounded by trees and sectioned off from the rest of the nature reserve that was near Braden's apartment. They had decided to spend the night with each other because Braden's lack of control over Fire made it too risky for him to stay by himself. That, and the intense fear they had felt earlier had them both hesitant to leave the other's side.The morning began with them taking turns walking each other through the basics of their elements. They quickly discovered that they had all the abilities of advanced Air and Fire elementals, most likely because Braden and Alison were each advanced in their own element and the stuff they were exposed to was extracts of their own magics. The problem facing them now was control. Braden could easily produce fire balls, but if he wasn't extremely careful they would grow too large in size and Alison would have to step in to contain it. Likewise, Alison
Alison woke to a weird sensation pooling around her back. It was both cool and hot at the same time and caused her skin to tingle. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of Braden gloriously stretched out next to her. The image of Braden's naked chest immediately made her forget about the annoying sensation.We need to get moving; we can't stay on the floor all day long,she thought to herself with regret.Braden hugged her closer and slowly opened his eyes."mmm, I wish we could stay just like this all day. That would be spectacular." He said as he slowly stroked the skin of the thigh that was thrown over him."Yeah until the janitor comes to empty the trash and finds two naked people on the floor.""Ha, Steve could use a good pick me up. I hear he doesn't get much as home."Gross I never want to think about Steve having sex.."Even an guy like Steve deserves to get some lovin' every so of
"God that was fucking incredible." She said to herself after awhile. But while she wasn't expecting a response, she got one."I'm glad you thought so little one."Her eyes flew open at the sound of the familiar voice."Braden?""Yeah it's me Ali." His voice was raspy and husky sounding. She bolted out of her lab chair and began to pace back and forth in front of the desk."This is so embarrassing." She said meekly, looking down at the floor and playing with her fingernails. "I can't believe you just saw that." Even though she knew that Braden had been responsible for the air-induced orgasm, she was still embarrassed at being caught in such a position.Braden waited for her to pass by him again and then reach out for her arm, pulling her so that she stood in front of him. He ran his fingers along her temple before tucking a stray hair that had fallen from her pony-tail behind her ear."You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed. Y
To be a warrior, you must make friends with pain. It is a constant bedfellow who hung around just to say hello every so often. It lived as a reminder of the hazardous nature of the profession. It was a hazard that Aneesa knew about from a young age. The spirited woman was raised a fighter and proud warrior, one who shook off the occasional stabbing or attempt to decapitate her with a smile on her tanned face. In fact, she took pride in them, treating each scar as a new trophy to add to her collections of war stories. So Aneesa was no stranger to pain. Usually, she would grin and bear it, but this time it was different.The poor woman's arms hung over her head, extending slightly behind her as they were chained to a point on the ceiling. It was a slow-burning pain as she had been in that position for what felt like hours. The chain gave her no slack as she fought to keep her body upright, leaning forward would only tire her more. The bind that she got herself in was ingenious
Her eyes followed the red liquid as it flowed through the coiled plastic tubing and entered the glass collection beaker that was sitting on her laboratory table top. She needed 5 more milliliters of the stuff and then she could analyze its magical content and complete her thesis. Alison was a 24 year old master's student at the University of Sunderland and was apart of the first wave of bio-magical researchers that the kingdom of Sunderland had ever had. Wishing to stick to the traditional view that magic was a deep seated ability inseparable from the soul, most of the population refused to believe that there was a biological basis for their special abilities or that magic could be analyzed, quantified and experimentally manipulated.But Alison was about to prove them all wrong. The red liquid that was painstakingly dripping into the glass beaker was what she called Potion de feu, and was actually an extract of her own Fire magic. It had taken her four years to determine the
The Ancient lowered her cup."Of course, there is more to this particular tea ceremony than merely drinking tea," she whispered, her kimono parting to allow Taiju a quick glimpse of her spotted but seemingly firm brown breasts.Taiju suspected as much. That was the reason he had climbed for five brutal days through the unforgiving mountains to reach the witch's aerie. It was told that Ancient had uncovered the secret of life and death. Some said she was 200 years old. Others said 1000. Most people of course said she didn't exist. No one who returned had ever been able to find her.The deep creases surrounding her eyes seemed to twinkle as she pulled the kanzashi from her hair, spilling her silver tresses down her back."If you wish to gain eternal life, then we must drink each other," she whispered and shrugged her shoulders, spilling her silk kimono onto the floor. She stood, shameless before him in her nakedness.His eyes were drawn to the white
"Even if you do, you'll never make it out again. The others will tear you to pieces."Ean smiled grimly."That's my plan. Now let's go."They walked towards the mansion, Ean holding Adele in front of him. There was no one else in the garden, but as soon as they stepped inside the house they were noticed. Surprised shouts and yells of "Tenumago!" soon had them surrounded by vampires. Ean grinned at them."Come any closer and she's dead!"He pushed his claws in even deeper in her throat making blood trickle down her skin. The vampires backed away, knowing that he could tear her head off if he wanted to."Good. Now where's Percival?" he growled."Don't tell him!" Adele croaked."He's no match for Percival, Adele!" one vampire shouted. "In his office. Down that hall, last door on the right.""Much obliged. Now, all of you: get out!"The vampires hesitated, then did as they were told, reluctantly filing through the doo