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Angelic Cravings
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My feet carried me back to the Black Rose in Cambridge. I arrived with the line zigzagging around the corner, ending in the semi-residential part of Central Square. I pushed through to the front of the line, not caring about the mortals who were anxiously waiting for the privilege to enter.
“Hey bitch, watch where ya fuckin’ goin’.” One of the club goers hissed as I cut in front of him.
I turned and growled, letting him see my fangs and my eyes glinting silver under the Christmas lights that hung above the door. My mind pressed against his and I felt the heat of his breathe as he met my shoulder. I snagged his thoughts instantly, like catching guppies in a pet store aquarium and made him my slave. Suddenly he was in my arms, running his hands over my tits. Fingers slid down beneath the waistband of his leather pants and touched the top of his hot, hard dick. Cold hands unzipped him as his mouth took a nipple and teased it. A wet mouth enclosed the head of his phallus as fangs caressed the smooth skin. He was moaning in the cold night air as I held his mind while his cock was ready to burst as phantom hands and lips worked him into a frenzy. His Goth-wanna-be-girlfriend had noticed what was wrong with him and I was close enough that his aftershave stung my nose. My stomach lurched forward at the thought of warm blood. One taste wouldn’t hurt. A tiny sip. My hand wrapped around his neck, being tickled by the stubble. The world fell away. It was just him and I as the music of the club was drowned out by the base of his pulse. Teeth separated his flesh and I was rewarded with a molten mouthful, reminding me of biting into a chocolate covered cherry. The burst of flavor and reward, except without the chocolate. My mouth fastened to my new acquisition and I pulled on the warmth until it filled my belly like scalding tea. The ecstasy of it overflowed my brain until something tugged on my arm, trying to pull me away from my new slave. When the first rush of cold air hit me I realized where I was and what I was doing. I swallowed my last bit of blood and came back to reality.
“Hey slut, get off my boyfriend.”
I looked at his girlfriend and smirked. I was his one and only now. I smiled smugly and made a kissy face and Frenched him with my eyes locked on her. Cat calls erupted from the line and he clung to me as a sock from a fresh wash. Sated, I pulled away and pushed him off into her waiting arms, making my way to the door as my mind was off Miranda and I was at peace, for now.
The bouncers nodded as they held the door for me and I didn’t get anymore flack from the line. All accept my new toy. It was Friday night and the place was packed mostly with humans dressed in all kinds of Goth and Fetish attire. Mortal women wore corsets to accentuate their tits, as I did on occasion. Many of the men were dressed in black velvet coats, capes, leather boots, and chain mail. The viewing room had a pool table nestled in the back corner covered in a Bacchanalian feast of grapes, fruit, and bread. Televisions suspended from the ceilings showed snippets of porn movies, Anime, and foreign music videos. Local art adorned the wood paneled walls. Couches and red velvet chairs were littered across the room. A few dark booths were set up on one side, one sold jewelry and fetish wear, another offered erotic getaways. I always wondered where Zhen found these companies. Knowing my luck they probably sprung up like newly planted corpses. Scanning the crowd, I noticed a cluster of vamps on a rounded settee. They sensed my presence and looked up in unison. I nodded over to them, not recognizing them as Zhen’s brood.
I winked at a bouncer as I snuck into a small entryway and into the main bar and dance area. The bartender nodded as I walked by. She didn’t like me much. Normally her fear of me was genuine, but tonight something was odd about her as well. I caught my reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Yup, still looked the same. I moved downstairs and headed straight for Zhen’s lair. There I rummaged in her wardrobe and found a black, slinky vinyl ball gown which clasped around my neck leaving my shoulders bare, an open back and huge slits up the sides. I pulled my hair into a bun and grew my fangs, nails, and let my eyes shine silver. I wondered if my slave would seek me out. His blood ran warm in my cold body and made my hunger flare. It was wrong of me to have a junkie. I hated all vampires who had followers. I hated junkies because part of me understood and loved having the humans following me around, but I couldn’t have that. I wasn’t one of them. I had to remember that. I sighed and tried to reign in my hunger, but the call of blood was high. It was the only thing in the night that welcomed me. I couldn’t take anyone in the club, but later when everyone had left there were always fun torture devices in the other half of Zhen’s room. Maybe I could pull my slave down here? Zhen would want to be there while I played and we could get naked and she could fuck me again. No, there would be no torture. I liked the idea though. I ran my hands over the vinyl, thinking of what she did to me the other night. I could go for another round, but even that was something I would not let myself indulge in.
I shook my head. No, no torture. I didn’t need to do that. I did not need to kill. I had to remember what I was. Music from above drew me to the packed dance floor and several more people tried to fit onto the small stage. Couples were even on the blocks, hanging off the chain spider-web Zhen had constructed. Some were jumping up trying to get the helium inflated condoms randomly placed along the ceiling. But I ignored them and let the rhythm of the dark beat control me. My mind drifted out upon the mob and I connected with my slave. His thoughts moved through me. He was already empty without me. He would do anything to please me.
My mind wrapped around his, more like entwining my fingers around his brain. Nothing could separate us. The rhythm of his heart drove my feet. As my hands moved they caressed his body, running over the flesh of his bare chest, feeling the hardness of his pecks. The one he came with was forgotten as he followed my mental leash and his hands were suddenly touching my ass. The vinyl of my dress rubbed against the leather of his pants and it was hard for him to grab what he wanted. I didn’t need to open my eyes to look at him. I saw myself through his.
I was beautiful, powerful, something he would worship until the sun exploded. His lips met mine and our tongues joined in a sloppy kiss. I moaned internally as his thoughts raced in my head. He was hard. He wanted to fuck me on the dance floor with everyone watching. He wanted to prove to me he could be the best bitch I ever had. He would take lashings or beatings, anything if it pleased me. I liked his style as I felt his hands unbuttoning the clap on my dress. But I wasn’t to let him get his way, even if it was just to please me.
My power enclosed us and suddenly we were hidden from prying eyes, all expect those of any vampire and I didn’t care if they saw me. We all knew what went on behind prying eyes. Just as long as the meat wasn’t privy to the show. I pulled my slave into a darkened corner and pulled my power tighter and pushed him down. His puppy eyes met mine and I smiled as he didn’t have to ask me what I wanted. He settled under my ball gown and his head nestled at my waiting pussy. I was already hot and wet with the anticipation along with his own sexual desires filling me. Even when his tongue touched my clit, I was close to coming.
The wetness made me jump as he settled into a rhythm. My head fell back against the wall as sensation after sensation rocked my brain. My slave was getting off knowing he was doing exactly what he was supposed to be doing. I also realized then since we were so connected he was getting the sexual high from me as well. I would have to learn how to cut him off later, but there was plenty of time for that. Right now his tongue was working double time. My fingers had changed to talons as I held him in place, while the other set raked the wall trying to keep myself steady. With him engaged, my mind was free to wander along to the rest of the crowd.
Some of their happiness filled the void left in my soul, trying to quicken my dead heart that was beating ever so slightly faster than my slave’s, but I only tapped their surface thoughts, to go any deeper would have meant violating neutral ground and even I didn’t want Zhen’s wrath on me, considering she could move a ten ton object with her mind. I didn’t think she would mind my little distraction. The music slid through me, allowing me to waft away on its waves as my little human was now nestled, using his teeth and tongue to make me come. His hands gripped my ass harder each time my hips pressed against him. Thoughts of humans pressed against me. Their heartbeats spiced my hunger and drove my desire. My claws sliced through my dress and into the skull of my new pet. I drew blood, but he didn’t stop. Moaning, my mind opened up and I knew I could have all of them if I wanted. The meat could be mine with a simple command. The music grew darker, frenzied. My pet knew what he was doing. I culled his mind and realized that he was a prostitute on the side and his girlfriend never suspected. He pleasured women for years, earning hundreds of dollars an hour, doing whatever they wanted. But he had never found anyone, until now.
