Luxiana was freezing. How in the world could this man make such an absurd and perverse request? It is not so much the fact of not wanting to sleep with Vladimir that revolts her in this story but rather not being able to. The man does not want her as a woman and unless she rapes him, she does not know how she will manage to even take off his clothes. Shit, she's just a poor, frail, weak human, and he's a millennial vampire with great power despite his hunger. How could she do what he asks of her? Is it even possible? For the first condition, she can very well do it because she has already done it and it went incognito. But for the second condition, she can't do it. No, she doesn't. As strong as her feelings for Vladimir are, she desires from the bottom of her heart that he could be the one who took her of his own accord. She does not want to use such base subterfuges to achieve her ends as great as the despair of being loved by him might be. She turned away from Flavian,
Vladimir couldn't fall asleep, he tossed and turned on his bed again and again but sleep wouldn't come. No, how could he do it? Luxiana seemed very sad and also disappointed by his earlier response. But how could he take advantage of her so with impunity, she represents all that is purest and most sacred in his eyes. He would like to fulfill his needs, his desires, and even his darkest and unmentionable desires with her. But he respects her too much, she is much more than that in his eyes. He can't use her that way. She deserves respect. But apparently, she didn't understand it and unfortunately felt insulted. How can she think she disgusts him? It is the opposite, his Luxiana, his star, his light in the darkness that has filled his life in recent centuries. He doesn't want to hurt her. The reason why he does not give way to his most basic desires is that he doesn't want people to misunderstand him and even think that she's just worth feeding. He sighed getting up from hi
The morning was mild despite the autumn coolness. Luxiana couldn't feel better as she took in this heat even more. It was not the warmth of the sheets that pleased her here. It was the smell of the sheets, his smell. This masculine smell but so sweet, she would get drunk on it all her life. She opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. She was in his sheets, in his bed. It means that… She blushed, starting to giggle, the memories of the day before were now fresher than ever in her memory. He had taken her as hard and passionately as she had always dreamed. Even though they hadn't slept together, she was now satisfied because she knew he saw her as a woman. One of those with whom he can give free rein to his sexual urges and satisfy as much as he gave her the foretaste the day before. She shifted slightly, moving her feverish fingers to her crotch. She closed her eyes to memories of Vladimir's actions at that exact spot. He had touched her there, stroking and lapping h
Luxiana's breathing was shaky and choppy. She didn't know where to put her head and had only pulled Vladimir's hair, whose head was visible between her legs. “M…master ahh…” But no response as Vladimir's tongue continued to lap up the inside of her pussy and his fingers helped drive Luxiana almost insane with pleasure. She screamed, moaned, and arched her back. Vladimir gradually picked up the pace and finally, she felt her limbs weaken. Tremors took over and like the day before, she screamed when she cum. Languid on the bed, Luxiana saw Vladimir sit up, licking a fluid from her thumb that she knew was coming from her. “Master…this is so embarrassing…you are so…indecent” Vladimir sneered mocking Luxiana. Indecent? Him? And she? She was languid with her body exposed to him shamelessly while he had an incredible view of her bare breasts and pussy. Yes, she was more lewd than he was at that very moment and he wanted to throw himself headlong into this sinful indecency. Sl
Vladimir stood shirtless in front of the window as he gazed tenderly and protectively at Luxiana in the sheets as she was asleep. She looked exhausted and he could understand her. She had had to put up with his century-old passion and for that, he feels slightly guilty. "What's the point of dwelling and having regrets? I enjoyed being with her, being in her. If I had to start over, I would do it even now. The only thing that worries me is whether I could protect her…if I could prevent her from suffering because of the position I have just imposed on her by my side. I'm so afraid of losing her, I would have liked so much to hide her from the rest of the world but it's impossible. » He got up and came to sit on the bed. Luxiana's breathing was calm and peaceful, she was smiling and he knew she was happy. Why? He doesn't know. Still, the sadness that was hers at the beginning had disappeared and now she seems more fulfilled, resplendent. He stroked her cheek, removing a few
Luxiana awakened with her body in pieces. She no longer felt her limbs and that her body no longer belonged to her. She closed her eyes remembering the intensity and fieryness of her master as he took her like it was the last time. She would never have imagined that he could become so passionate and wild but at the same time, there was a sense of desperation in his actions. It was as if he were begging her by his gestures not to leave him, that if he didn't, she would slip through his fingers. It was stupid such a thought because even if he didn't love her, she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She was bounded to him forever and could not live without his presence, his warmth and now she no longer wanted to do without his embrace, his caresses, and his body. She was already in love with him, now she was obsessed with him. She closed her eyes, feeling him behind her. He had gripped her body holding it possessively against his and she wondered why so many conflicting feelin
The castle is still quiet, it has always been so and it will remain an unshakable truth until the end of the world. In this castle far from everything, in the heart of the forest, perched on a mountain, he watches the clouds in the sky. It's been his only pleasure for over 800 years since he became the new Lord. 800 years of monotony, centuries of solitude, and long and interminable years of deaf suffering. Yet life has not always been there even for him. Not a while ago, not before those long centuries, when his father was still the Lord, once again, he lived a rather happy life for a young vampire. His parents were loving and caring, caring about how he felt and more importantly what he wanted. They told him all the time: “Son, live your life as you wish and design to lead it fully so as not to harbor regrets later”. Vladimir believed that he would have had time to apply this advice, but unfortunately, he never could. His parents, purebloods, people with power and resistance reco
Vladimir walked slowly down the long hallway of his mansion, it was an ancient architecture, and on the walls along the hallway, there were paintings. These paintings were the portraits of his illustrious ancestors and members of his family. His family, how did it get there? The DRAC family, the founder of the vampire clan and above all the direct and famous line of the most exceptional vampire the world has ever known. They were twenty, three millennia ago, but the purebloods began to die one after another without anyone understanding anything. His ancestors, and his parents, all succumbed and today he remains the only one. Will he also succumb to this unknown disease? He hopes it will happen soon because despite his “young age”, he is already tired of life and only wants one thing, to join them, to join her. He stopped in front of a portrait, his face twisting, his fine features creased. This pain that won't go away, this pain that twists his insides, his beloved, Angelica. They
Luxiana awakened with her body in pieces. She no longer felt her limbs and that her body no longer belonged to her. She closed her eyes remembering the intensity and fieryness of her master as he took her like it was the last time. She would never have imagined that he could become so passionate and wild but at the same time, there was a sense of desperation in his actions. It was as if he were begging her by his gestures not to leave him, that if he didn't, she would slip through his fingers. It was stupid such a thought because even if he didn't love her, she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She was bounded to him forever and could not live without his presence, his warmth and now she no longer wanted to do without his embrace, his caresses, and his body. She was already in love with him, now she was obsessed with him. She closed her eyes, feeling him behind her. He had gripped her body holding it possessively against his and she wondered why so many conflicting feelin
Vladimir stood shirtless in front of the window as he gazed tenderly and protectively at Luxiana in the sheets as she was asleep. She looked exhausted and he could understand her. She had had to put up with his century-old passion and for that, he feels slightly guilty. "What's the point of dwelling and having regrets? I enjoyed being with her, being in her. If I had to start over, I would do it even now. The only thing that worries me is whether I could protect her…if I could prevent her from suffering because of the position I have just imposed on her by my side. I'm so afraid of losing her, I would have liked so much to hide her from the rest of the world but it's impossible. » He got up and came to sit on the bed. Luxiana's breathing was calm and peaceful, she was smiling and he knew she was happy. Why? He doesn't know. Still, the sadness that was hers at the beginning had disappeared and now she seems more fulfilled, resplendent. He stroked her cheek, removing a few
Luxiana's breathing was shaky and choppy. She didn't know where to put her head and had only pulled Vladimir's hair, whose head was visible between her legs. “M…master ahh…” But no response as Vladimir's tongue continued to lap up the inside of her pussy and his fingers helped drive Luxiana almost insane with pleasure. She screamed, moaned, and arched her back. Vladimir gradually picked up the pace and finally, she felt her limbs weaken. Tremors took over and like the day before, she screamed when she cum. Languid on the bed, Luxiana saw Vladimir sit up, licking a fluid from her thumb that she knew was coming from her. “Master…this is so embarrassing…you are so…indecent” Vladimir sneered mocking Luxiana. Indecent? Him? And she? She was languid with her body exposed to him shamelessly while he had an incredible view of her bare breasts and pussy. Yes, she was more lewd than he was at that very moment and he wanted to throw himself headlong into this sinful indecency. Sl
The morning was mild despite the autumn coolness. Luxiana couldn't feel better as she took in this heat even more. It was not the warmth of the sheets that pleased her here. It was the smell of the sheets, his smell. This masculine smell but so sweet, she would get drunk on it all her life. She opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. She was in his sheets, in his bed. It means that… She blushed, starting to giggle, the memories of the day before were now fresher than ever in her memory. He had taken her as hard and passionately as she had always dreamed. Even though they hadn't slept together, she was now satisfied because she knew he saw her as a woman. One of those with whom he can give free rein to his sexual urges and satisfy as much as he gave her the foretaste the day before. She shifted slightly, moving her feverish fingers to her crotch. She closed her eyes to memories of Vladimir's actions at that exact spot. He had touched her there, stroking and lapping h
Vladimir couldn't fall asleep, he tossed and turned on his bed again and again but sleep wouldn't come. No, how could he do it? Luxiana seemed very sad and also disappointed by his earlier response. But how could he take advantage of her so with impunity, she represents all that is purest and most sacred in his eyes. He would like to fulfill his needs, his desires, and even his darkest and unmentionable desires with her. But he respects her too much, she is much more than that in his eyes. He can't use her that way. She deserves respect. But apparently, she didn't understand it and unfortunately felt insulted. How can she think she disgusts him? It is the opposite, his Luxiana, his star, his light in the darkness that has filled his life in recent centuries. He doesn't want to hurt her. The reason why he does not give way to his most basic desires is that he doesn't want people to misunderstand him and even think that she's just worth feeding. He sighed getting up from hi
Luxiana was freezing. How in the world could this man make such an absurd and perverse request? It is not so much the fact of not wanting to sleep with Vladimir that revolts her in this story but rather not being able to. The man does not want her as a woman and unless she rapes him, she does not know how she will manage to even take off his clothes. Shit, she's just a poor, frail, weak human, and he's a millennial vampire with great power despite his hunger. How could she do what he asks of her? Is it even possible? For the first condition, she can very well do it because she has already done it and it went incognito. But for the second condition, she can't do it. No, she doesn't. As strong as her feelings for Vladimir are, she desires from the bottom of her heart that he could be the one who took her of his own accord. She does not want to use such base subterfuges to achieve her ends as great as the despair of being loved by him might be. She turned away from Flavian,
Vladimir's heart raced in his chest at how attractive and exciting Luxiana looked. She had lowered her dress revealing her neck and part of her chest. She was so tempting, no, bewitching at this time that he would gladly let himself be intoxicated by her essence, her blood, and her body. Since the morning, he wants her and now more than anything when she begs him to dispose of her, he can't take it anymore. He is dying of hunger, thirst but more… He wants to possess her in every way, to make her his own. But if he starts feeding on her, he's afraid the world will misunderstand her. She is not just his meal, she is much more, it is the reason why he had always maintained a certain distance between them, forbidding himself to taste her. But there, she offers him herself to sink his fangs into her neck. It is something very delicate because he does not intend to just drain her of her blood, no. Having to feed on her and leave her alive to start again and again. Isn't this the
Vladimir has finished drinking the tea, frowning at its peculiar taste. It's true that he is not a fan of tea, but has hibiscus tea ever been so good and tasty? He felt a real pleasure from it that he had never felt before, not to mention the fact that his body was starting to react strangely. He who felt weak and out of breath a few seconds ago was starting to get back on his feet. Flavian watched his brother's face grow brighter and the colors that had left his face return. For sure, this woman is special. He knows what she has done and the result far exceeds his expectations. How in this world could such an exceptional result happen? He needs to dig deep into her background. This old garbage told him that she was a princess raised to the rank of a saint, right? Do the humans who have unlocked the divine sacrament have a special power? He was never interested in humans and their cultures but this … woman managed to pique his interest. He must understand, it's true her
The mansion was in turmoil as Flavian, more agitated than she could imagine, ordered here and there. Luxiana wanted to help but she didn't know what to do. Vladimir had been in the room with the doctor for almost an hour and no one could tell her how the situation was evolving. Why did he have this discomfort? Is it serious? But given Flavian's face, it was obvious that Vladimir's condition was worrying. She bit her lip in worry clutching her hands in front of her chest as she stood outside Vladimir's door. She didn't know if she should come in, anyway, she hadn't been permitted to come in, just like she wasn't forbidden either. But at that moment, and certainly, the first time since she arrived in this mansion, she felt like a stranger to everything. The others were running around seeming to know what to do and she just stared at them. She has never had responsibilities as such before those which Vladimir has just entrusted to her. Apart from being by his side, she never