Chapter 4 – Valtu
Valtu
The whore gets down on her knees, staring up at me with big eyes, which would be alluring if she didn’t have one false eyelash hanging off, making her look like she’d just had a stroke.
“Want me to suck it?” she asks sweetly.
I bristle with impatience. “Is there some other reason you’re on your knees, dollface?”
She gives me a lazy grin. She’s trying to come across as sly, but I know the look of drugs intimately.
While drugs barely do anything for me, the majority of the humans that frequent the Red Room are on them.
I suppose that as much as they put on this bravado that they’re edgy, boundary-pushing, open-minded, brave, whatever the fuck they call themselves, the most nihilistic of humans quiver in the presence of vampires.
They want to give up their blood, they want to be compelled, they want to be used by us, but in order to get through any of it, they have to be as a high as a fucking kite.
It shouldn’t bother me. It’s no different from the opium dens we used to run at the turn of the last century.
And yet here I am, sitting naked on my throne with some lazy-eyed chick eyeing my dick like it’s candy.
Can’t say I blame her—it’s hard not to be turned on with all the sex and feeding going on around us—yet I hate to think I might be bored.
We vampires avoid boredom like the plague.
“I’ll do anything you want,” she says, coming forward between my legs and pressing her hands against my thighs. Despite my better judgment, my cock twitches in anticipation.
“Anything?” I ask, my voice careful not to get too cynical.
“Anything,” she repeats, looking up at me with her big brown eyes.
She lets go of my thighs and reaches for my cock, bending forward and sucking the head in her mouth like a lollipop.
I shiver and reach down to undo the braids in her hair.
She reaches for my knees with her hands, bracing herself, ready for me to pin her down.
But I don’t. I let her run her hand up my inner thigh, suck on my cock, and play with herself.
“Every time I get on my knees for you, you take my breath away,” she says, looking up at me with those big brown eyes and such a dreamy expression on her face, drugged as hell.
It’s hard to believe that a woman who looks this good could be found in this place, but humans still surprise me sometimes.
The way they think they’re at our level but in the end they’re just slumming it.
“Enough with the platitudes, dollface,” I tell her. “Be a good little whore and get me off.”
Her cheeks go pink at that and I know she likes the degradation kink. Good, because I’ve a lot of that to dish out. “Then I want your ass up here.” I press my hand into my chest. “And you’re going to get me off again.”
She nods, not questioning. “Anything you say, Count Dracula.”
Not just Dracula, but Count Dracula. I like that title. But it’s not my favorite. “In here I am your dark lord and you will address me as such,” I tell her.
“Yes, my dark lord,” she says.
I can’t help but let out a laugh. “How about just my lord ?”
“Yes, my lord.”
I smirk and lean back in the chair, letting her continue to suck on my cock. She takes me deep into her mouth, her lips sliding up and down my shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. I groan and reach down to run my fingers through her hair again, guiding her movements as she sucks me off.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “Take my cock deep into your throat. I want you to choke on it.”
She moans and does as I say, taking me deep and gagging on my dick as she goes. I grit my teeth and thrust my hips forward, fucking her mouth slowly, wanting to savor every second of her talented mouth.
“Mmm, that’s good,” I growl, my fingers tightening in her hair as she sucks harder. “I love how you take my cock, such a good little whore.”
I keep fucking her mouth, groaning as she sucks me off, deeper and harder with every thrust. I can feel my balls tightening and my release getting closer, and I grit my teeth against the rush.
“Just like that,” I growl, slamming my cock deep into her throat as I come, groaning as she swallows every drop of my hot cum.
She continues to suck me off, milking my cock until I’m completely spent, and then I reach down and pull her up to my lap. She makes a motion to kiss me but I move my head away. I like the taste of myself, but I’m not about to kiss a human on the mouth.
“Turn around,” I tell her. “Take me in your mouth again while I feed from your ass.”
Her eyes widen for a moment and there’s a glint of clarity before it fades away. I can hear her pulse, her heart beating faster now, and the air spikes with a tinge of adrenaline. She’s afraid. Even the drugs can’t bury that feeling. The smell of her fear makes me so fucking wild.
She swallows. “Whatever you wish,” she says, and there’s a waver to her voice.
I decide to cut her some slack. “If you don’t wish for me to feed from you, I will pick someone else,” I tell her. “Regardless, I will have someone watch over me to make sure I don’t lose control.”
She looks around the expansive room draped in red velvet and black leather.
In this hidden world, accessed only by a door in a school library, she’s very much alone.
Everyone is fucking. Humans with humans, humans with vampires, vampires with vampires.
Some vampires are feeding, blood freely flowing into their mouths, watched over carefully by the few vampires that are on duty tonight, their job to make sure that others, like me, don’t end up killing the humans by accident.
The old days are no more and human life is to be preserved at all costs, even if not every vampire agrees with that.
I make a motion for Bitrus, who happens to be my dearest friend, to come over to me. He’s just finished fucking a human and looks sated and amiable enough to volunteer.
“Bitrus,” I tell him. “Can you watch?”
He nods, wiping his lips as he saunters on over, his dark skin gleaming with crimson highlights under the red lights.
“And do you still want me to feed from you?” I say to the girl, feeling the power of my teeth as they yearn to sharpen into fangs, my hunger building. “It’s your choice.”
She takes a deep breath, and then she nods. “Yes, take me. Feed from me.”
Then she straddles me. I slide down against the chair so that her ass is in my face, her head at my cock again, a 69.
I grin, savoring the moment. My blood is strong, my power undeniable, and I can feel my fangs pressing against my tongue. She’s mine.
With her ass in my face, I spread her cheeks, every hidden part of her pink and wet and waiting. I press my thumb into her cunt, watching as her back arches and she lets out a low moan.
“Get to it,” Bitrus says to her, baring his teeth in a threatening manner.
It works. She obeys and takes my cock in her mouth. I bring my thumb up from her cunt to her ass and push it inside. She tightens around my thumb and I know all the blood is coming toward me.
While she sucks at my dick again, I lean forward enough to sink my fangs into the soft flesh of her ass.
I groan as the blood rushes into my mouth, her taste and scent and power enveloping me.
There is so much I can know about this girl by tasting her, so much that she doesn’t even know herself.
The blood is a record of history, her history.
All that she’s eaten, seen, done, lived—and I can feel it all flow through me as if I’m living it too, albeit in a superficial way, like watching something on TV.
I know for a fact that this is the most excitement she’s ever had.
She moans as I suck at her, then the noises turn into a gasp, a whimper, as my teeth are tearing through her flesh and drawing her blood into my mouth. I bring her pain, there’s no way around it, but at least the pain is mixed with pleasure.
I work my thumb into her ass, my fingers sliding through her cunt and scissoring her. The blood is rushing into my mouth and down my throat, a rush of sensation, a burning desire for more. More blood, more flesh, more girl. I want to make her come; the blood tastes so much sweeter that way.
Bitrus meets my eyes. He’s standing by her head, watching my cock pump inside of her mouth.
He’s naked, though not quite hard, his focus is on me and making sure I don’t get carried away.
After decades of friendship, he knows me enough to pick up on the signs and always stops me before I become too uncontrollable.
I don’t like to lose control at any rate, it’s beneath me, so when he starts to edge toward me, his look turning to a warning, I know that my feeding time is close to finishing.
Speaking of finishing, the whore is coming now.
I can taste it as I suck on her, the surge of flavor in her blood as she comes undone.
My thumb is buried in her ass, my fingers knuckle deep inside of her cunt, and I feel her spasms around me.
I pull out and slide back into her wetness, fucking her a few more times, and then I’m pumping her harder now, my hips meeting her face, my cock plunging deep into her throat.
I feel myself start to get close, the pleasure building in my loins, my balls tightening up.
Bitrus dips his chin toward me, which means I’m being savage with my bite and hurting her, her orgasm mixing with her cries of pain as the warm blood spills over her skin and down my chin.
I nod and with a growl I come, filling the girl’s mouth, while Bitrus goes beside me with a thick metal chain in hand.
We use a lot of ropes and leather straps in here—bondage is my speciality—but the chains are reserved for unruly vampires.
I could snap a leather strap with just the flick of my wrist, but the chains mean business.