Twisted Games

Chapter 2

He will surely do.

Vira spun in a circle on the ball of her foot, arms out for balance. Her tongue glided across her lips as a giggle bubbled up from her throat. No material was left to cover her slight body. Golden irises caught glimpses of the lesser vampire's enthralled gaze.

"Aren't you cold without your clothes?" His steps grew closer, curious of the girl that Vlad spoke so highly of. She was incredibly cute, enough to make him want to keep her forever. He couldn't look away, like a moth drawn to the most dangerous flame.

A hum passed her lips as she reached her dainty hands out to gently hold his face, raising up on her tiptoes to close the last bit of distance. Their lips brushed together, hot breath mingling together as she softly answered, "No, I'm so incredibly hot, and I desperately need someone to quench this fire inside." She nipped at his bottom lip playfully. "Come play with me-"

Charles matched each step she took backwards, entranced by the allure of the siren. She tasted of fresh blood, invigorating the lesser vampire. He hooked his arm around her waist, lifting her small frame up. She responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. "Don't worry, I'll take very good care of you, mon petit chaton."

Kicking the door to his bedroom shut with the heel of his boot, he carried her to the bed, lightly dropping her onto the cushy mattress. Her soft laughter as she bounced a few times drew in the doctor for another kiss as he worked on disposing of his own clothes.

"Touch me more- Do anything you want—" Vira hooked her fingers into the band of his trousers, pulling him closer to place a kiss on his bare stomach, tongue striking past her lips for a taste.

Charles shrugged his shirt off his shoulders, letting the material fall to the floor as he curiously watched the woman tug down his pants. "Anything? That's quite an invitation. I don't think I'll be able to hold back." His knee sunk down into the mattress between her legs, caging Vira under his body as he laced his fingers with hers. Their lips brushed; heated passion reflected in both their eyes.

Her hips rocked forward, grinding her core against his thigh. Vira nipped at his bottom lip with a purr. "I surely hope you won't hold back. Let me feel you-" She slipped her hand free of his, bringing it to her lips to slowly lick her tongue up the length before gently stroking his hard cock.

She was utterly delighted with the choked moan that Charles made. "Does it feel good?" She asked, reveling in the way his hips pushed forward into her hand.

The lesser vampire had turned into complete putty, haze clouding over his mint eyes. Each time she squeezed a little harder or teased her finger around the tip was almost too much. He whined desperately when she suddenly quit, having been quite close.

Vira cooed at the mess that she'd made him. "How precious." She brushed her fingers across his flushed cheeks. "Ah, I love that expression. So needy. It makes me want to tease you even more."

"Please- I don't want you to stop-"

She giggled softly, flipping him onto his back and moving to straddle his hips, up on her knees. Her desire to feel him inside became too much to bear. Aligning with his tip, she lowered herself down slowly. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched his mouth drop open with breathy moans.

It had been much too long since she'd felt anything. Pain. Pleasure. Anger. Joy.

The pureblood wanted to experience all of these again, over, and over.

Vira dragged her fingers down his chest, lightly grazing his pale skin with her nails. Her hips rolled side to side, relishing how he stretched her. She leaned down to kiss his neck, tasting his salty skin.

His hands settled on her hips, aiding in lifting her small form up and down. He ached, tortured by the languid pace that she'd set. "I- ah- you-" His head swam, unable to form coherent words as she squeezed around his cock each time he tried to speak.

"Mm, be a good boy and I'll let you cum inside me-" Vira whispered into his ear, tracing her tongue up the shell of his ear to the tip, sinking her teeth into the soft skin. His hips bucked upward in response. He was so cute.

Licking the drop of his blood from her lips, she sat up, tugging his hands from her hips, and placing them on her breasts. "Touch me more." Her siren voice lulling the lesser vampire to obey.

Charles kneaded his palms sloppily, panting heavily. Her pace switched, picking up speed until he was nearly there, and then she eased to deliberately sluggish. Her golden eyes capturing his with a sadistic glint.

"Please, mon chaton," He whimpered, tears pricking in his mint eyes. The slight tremble in his body as he tried to reach his release only amused her more. Her hands against his hips, keeping him still beneath her.

Vira hummed, tilting her head to the side. "Ah, I adore those tears. But I'm in such a lovely mood, so you can cum for me." She cupped his face, leaning down to capture his quivering lips in a rough kiss.

It was all too much for him. Her pussy clenching around him with her steady and quick pace. His whole body under her spell. She swallowed down his whimpering moans until his breath left him completely as he tumbled over the edge he'd been held at for so long.

She let him ride it out with sweet praises between kisses. Vira straightened again, lazily rubbing her index finger over her clit. How thrilling it was to watch him fall apart. Her fangs extended, ready to find out how he tasted.

"Now, let's play some more."

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Her body still tingled as she left the sleeping Charles to rest after their long, euphoric time together. The castle was just as she remembered it, and it took little remembering to find her way to the room she'd claimed as her own all those years ago.

The door slightly ajar, Vira marveled at the welcome home that awaited her. Candles lit the dark room just enough to reveal the white rose petals that were littered across the bed, framing the crimson lingerie. It hardly belonged in this time period, but her loving uncle must have acquired it from another time period through the door.

The material like nothing she'd had on her body before. Silky and smooth. The lace robe sheer. She observed herself in the mirror before dropping her gaze to look at her body without it. The last time she'd seen her chest, it was drenched in her warm blood.

Blood.

Vira licked her lips. Sharing her blood and partaking from Charles didn't satisfy her. She exited her room, moving like a ghost through the halls to the kitchen on the ground floor. She'd had all intentions of finding a bottle of rouge in the cellar, but a crystal glass was already sat on the counter.

The pureblood plucked up the glass, sniffing the contents. "It's fresh." The temptation too much. She took a sip, a soft moan escaping as it coated her throat. Female blood. A young and healthy one. A divine taste.

"Do you always take things that don't belong to you?"

Golden eyes flickered over to the newcomer. He had been at the mausoleum with her Uncle and Charles. "This is my home, and all that's in it belongs to me," Vira replied, taking another long sip. Nothing was as satisfying as human blood.

The glass was snatched from her hand. She growled, intent on teaching him where he belonged in this house. Lesser vampires were beneath her, playthings that could withstand more of her twisted games. And yet, he'd rendered her speechless when their eyes met.

Faust grabbed her throat, squeezing tightly. His narrowed eyes daring her to challenge him. "I'm no puppy dog begging for your attention. Take what is mine again and I will punish you with no restraint." A threat that only made the young pureblood weak in the knees.

His words bringing out another side of her. He'd quite expected her to fight him, to assert her own dominance as a pureblood vampire. But no. Her golden irises softened, body begging for him to cause her more pain. She didn't resist as he cut off her airway, instead her lips parted in expectation.

The sadist had met the masochist.