“Ahh… so you’re the new one they sent over?” Armand was expecting a new blood doll to play with. He’d gotten a little too… rambunctious with the last one and drained her beyond the point of fixing her. After the vampire population ‘came out’ and in that, took over, humans had been turned into cattle and now he had his pick of a number of feeders to enjoy. The ancient vampire slid onto the leather chair in his greatroom, hiding his mouth behind his hand as he looked her over. “So tell me all about yourself. Your name, your age, those hopes and dreams…” It was really uncouth to play with your food, but then again, the humans were all playthings to him.
“Oh really?” the man asked, taking a sip from his glass as he sat at the piano. “I”m not sure you understand the depth of what you’re asking me…” Lucifer said with a tilt of his head. “One night with me may well ruin you for any other person, love. Are you sure this is something you want to go through with? Cause once you say ‘yes’, you’re mine to do with as I please, no backing out.” Favors were given by the devil himself, but they did come with a price. Sex was a minor fee compared to what he could demand of her.
Open to males 30+ (supernatural muses please come and mess with Rosie)
Rosie couldn’t help but be amused as she looked around the bar, clearly filled with the kinds of people she would never normally associate herself with. She was here alone, something that she was sure was a dumb idea but it was better than being at home at the moment. The little white dress she wore clung to her body as she walked and made her way up to the bar, ordering a drink. Hearing someone next to her the blonde looked up, “I’m sorry?”
“Sorry?” the old vampire who had come up beside the girl silently replied. “You’d figure in a bar full of people and noise that hearing someone whisper something would be simple to hear,” he said, looking over to the bartender and nodding his head slightly. His standing order would be delivered shortly and he looked back to the girl. “I was saying, perhaps you should let me buy you this drink… and come sit in my booth?” he asked, eyes intense in hers.
“Oh that was delicious,” he said as he let go of the girl, dropping her now unconscious body to the ground. Poor little feeders were everywhere in the bidding area and Armand had every intention of coming out of there with his own. An attendant, a thrall, picked up the girl he’d just drank from and took her out of the room. Feedings were always done in private and Armand emerged from the private room into the main bidding floor. He could hear sounds coming from the other rooms – moans of pleasure, pain, the agony and the ecstasy. As much as the Kiss pained a human at first, it then put them in a blissful state akin to orgasm. That happened as well from time to time, Armand was well known to indulge in a human’s sexual needs from time to time. For an immortal, things were of fascination from time to time, but attention wandered so fast after millennia of life.
Perhaps tonight, there would be something new, so he heard, a fine vintage on the menu that he could have. Of particular interest, the vampire thought as he looked through the tablet that had details of tonight’s offerings was a fine prize indeed, expected to fetch a huge price. A bleeder was brought in to auction. But this one was a slayer. A human who prided themselves on killing his kind. They’d been defeated, beaten, humiliated. And now instead of the sweet quiet of death, they would be given the ultimate humiliation as the blood doll and sex slave of a vampire.
He will like this very much, Armand thought as he sat down in one of the leather seats near the front, afforded for a Kindred of his stature. The bidding on this one was special, only about ten high ranking undead had been invited to bet on this particular prize. He only hoped the girl could deliver and would taste – in many ways – what she was worth.
The side door opened, and the girl was dragged in, naked and in chains. Still resisting after all this! How magnificent!
It started 18 years ago, Princess Lydia was growing tiresome of the trip to the summer palace, but during a stop for food and drink, she saw a butterfly and wandered off into the woods, bad mistake, she got lost and thunder and lightening was rolling in so she ran deeper into the woods for some cover until she came to a cave.
His head turned, watching the girl wander in towards the cave. It had been a while since the creature was able to feast on the orgasms of young girls and this one looked particularly… enticing. As she took cover in the cave his body slowly dissolved and slid into the cave, wrapping around her feet as she stood huddled and shaking. Slowly the tentacles ran up her legs – the pheromones in his very touch would go right to her bloodstream, making her both compliant to his orders as well as exceptionally horny and needy.
Erica weakened under his touch and his kiss. It was like her mind clouded, and any protest she might’ve had slipped from her head, disappearing into the mist. She shivered, feeling her core begin to ache, a warmth in her belly awaken. “I’ll come,” she agreed.
Hands slid up her ass and under her shirt, every touch sending more pheromones into the girl’s system, making her hot for him, malleable and pliable. “Good, come with me… and you’ll be cumming soon enough,” the creature smiled, sliding his hand around her waist and leading her from the bar and into the much darker alleyway – to start. “I imagine you’re feeling very… needy… about now?”
Since she was a little girl, the monster under the bed had always been a fear of Lydia’s, he never showed up though, it was always the usual stuff, branches on the window, a costume in her closet, as she grew older, she stopped believing, now the girl was 22 years old, a graduate out of college and living on her own.
One night she was fast asleep when she heard a faint scratching sound, she woke up and panted, she felt five years old again.
Slowly the scratching grew louder. Near the foot of the bed. A shadow appeared on the wall, highlighted by the flash of a passing car, but was then gone. But not the presence. A lump appeared at the foot of her bed – under the cover and slowly moved up towards her body. It touched her ankle first. Soft. Pliable. More like a… tentacle than human hands, several wrapped around her foot and then started to move slowly up Lydia’s body towards her core.
-“You’ve got a little blood right there.” -“Let me lick that up for you.” -“I’m only possessive because I don’t want any other man/woman to look at you because you’re mine.” -“Can I have a bite to drink?” -“Let me taste that delicious looking flesh.” -“You wouldn’t mind if I took a bite would you?” -“Allow me to introduce myself before I devour you.” -“I could eat you up.” -“I wanna sink my teeth into you.” -“I’m too hungry for you to be near me so unless you want me to devour you back away.” -“I haven’t eaten since yesterday night.” -“Lets wait until the moons full to dance.” -“Let me show you dreams of stardust and love paved with the reddest blood to show our love.” -“You taste like how you smell. Sweet.” -“Let me kiss that wound for you and make it better.” -“I just want a taste.” -“Your blood is rich and delectable.” -“Don’t ever leave me.” -“I’ll tear all your veins open and suck the soul right out of you.” -“Give me a reason to let you go and not eat you whole.” -“Such beauty- a shame I have to keep it to myself.” -“You’re the only one who knows my true name. Tell a soul and I’ll kill you.” -“Come here. I just want to take a taste.” -“You’re far too beautiful to let you pass me by.” -“Love me, fear me, and let me rule you.” -“There’s perks that come with having my child.” -“I could make you strong like me. Take away your fragile human form.” -“I was nothing but an empty shell until you came along.” -“You’re the reason why my existence contains some fascicle of light.” -“I don’t want to let you go.” -“Let me carve my name into your skin and brand you as mine.”
Man of Infinite Muses Original 