[The story is based on Anne Rice's Interview With The Vampire the AMC series]
During the 1870s and '80s, it gave rise to the Industrial Revolution which paved way to the concept of capitalism dominated by social elites: the aristocrats - who played...
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1878, Lafayette Merrytime Ship
A LOW MOAN ESCAPED through her lips as she savored my hardening shaft behind my trousers. After a split second of being dazed, Tala returned her focus on me with her sultry eyes, then licked her fangs. She suddenly pushed me with her vampiric strength, and I found myself hitting the blood-soaked floor, at the exact spot between the two torn pieces of the sailor's body I split in half.
Blood splashed behind my back during impact, and caused tiny ripples like the waves on the shore. I tried to sit up, but her foot stomping on my chest stopped me from moving. She towered over me, smirking in taunt and superiority. In that moment, she looked like a real goddess - a bloodthirsty goddess with sensual curves - a deity of abomination, but also desire. A deadly combination.
I took her foot near my mouth and kissed her toes - my sign of humble worship. She let me sit up this time, and I continued my trail of kisses until I was dragging my lips against the length of her flawless leg. I stopped just above her knee, nearing her thigh. I gave her my greedy gaze straight in her observant eyes as I flicked her skirt higher till it showed the corner of her bare pussy. I dove back my lips on her precious skin, licking and sucking my way up, only pausing when I reached the spot between her thighs. Her blushing lips of her cunt was smiling to me, displaying the reign of her clit - excited to be tasted, to be sucked.
I brushed the tip of my tongue against her clit. A surge of wetness dropped over my open mouth, then, I sensed her hole opening up - anticipating for a pounding.
"You do like it, when I kneel before you, huh?" I whispered against her leaking cunt, but she heard me perfectly well.
"Of course..." She responded, breathless. Her hand was playing with my blood tainted hair. "Seeing my prideful maker down on his knees for his fledgling for once... is a different kind of pleasure." Her fingers roughly yanked my locks, forcing me to look up at her. "Now suck my cunt like a good bitch."
I smiled at her boldness. Her transfiguration into the Dark Gift was making her into this new person, a more presumptuous version of herself. She was... more beautiful and confident than ever.
I brought my mouth back onto her cunt and lapped the slick path of her glistening vulva with the pad of my tongue. I lapped her moisture, her wetness, her juices - it was even more addicting as sucking someone's neck for blood. Here, I was sucking her pussy from all her flavor.
I felt Tala shiver from the actions of my mouth around her vagina. I knew then, her mind was all over the place as she looked up at the stars, crying her moans loudly. Then a few more twirl of my tongue around her clit and inside her hole, she began to spurt her cum around my mouth. I sipped it all, and then licked my lips and fangs clean.
Tala stepped back from me, knelt before me so she could level my form, and then made me lay on the bloody floor again between the torn body of the sailor; I could feel some pieces of his spilled brains at my back, but all I could focus on was her...
