Preview: Crimson Red - The first season of the Colors of Moonlight series

Nikolas

After the meeting, Nikolas arranged to take the child's mother to another room. He chose one of the places that were intended for his bloodslaves. There was no use for them anyway. It also seemed more reasonable for him to keep the woman close to him.

Nikolas still didn't know what led him to submit to the girl's plea. Now he wondered if his sister wasn't right. Maybe it was destined for all of them.

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. Before he could express his consent, the door opened, and Fayn entered.

»She's still asleep? « his sister asked.

Nikolas nodded. The transformation took several hours. That was known to all of them. There were too many factors involved in the change to give an accurate timeframe. All that remained was to listen to the small signs announcing the end of the transformation. Fayn smiled at him. »Do you need anything?«

»I do,« Nikolas muttered. »I need two bloodwhores. One male, one female. Someone we can skip because I don't know how well she could control herself once she's changed.«

Fayn took a look at the blonde woman lying on the bed. »Yes, she doesn't seem to be one of those people who can control themselves well,« she agreed with Nikolas. » I'llI'll make arrangements and send the bloodwhores up to your room. What about the female, do you have any special requests?«

Nikolas shook his head. He had no interest in a particular type of bloodwhore. As long as they were able to satisfy his needs, each of them was fine. His sister left the room.

He looked at the sleeping woman. In death, she owned a beauty that never had been granted to her when she was alive. Sure, by human standards, there may have been a time she might have been pretty. But with the transformation, she reached a new level of elegance and grace.Again there was a soft knock. By a mental command, he opened the door. Two bloodwhores entered with lowered eyes and then immediately kneeled in front of him.

His sister's choice pleased him, but that didn't was a surprise. She had an unerring instinct to choose bloodwhores.

»You,« he pointed to the boy cowering pale and limp in front of him on the floor. »Go there!« The male bloodwhore nodded and followed the command. As he looked at the sleeping vampire, his body starts to tremble. Nicolas suppressed a disgusted smile. Bloodwhores were so predictable. All they wanted was to get fucked as much as possible by a vampire, to indulge in bloodlust. They ignored the possibility that they could die at any time.

His eyes wander to the female bloodwhore, which had been selected for him. She was young, even for a bloodwhore. Most of the bloodmates chose to live as bloodwhores between their late twenties and early forties. In other words, in the period in which most people became aware of their mortality. Sex with a vampire made them feel alive.

»Look at me! « he demanded. Now that she received a direct order from him, she raised her eyes. She wasn't pretty, even by human standards. Her brown eyes were dull, as was her light brown hair, which lay dreary around her face. The body was way to thin for him to like. But she would serve the purpose for which she was here.

»Get up!« he ordered. The bloodwhore responded immediately. He embraced her neck, and an expectant trembling went through the girl's body. The fire of bloodlust also gripped humans and pulled them into the abyss. So how long this one probably been hooked?

»Put your head to the side!« he demanded. Again, the bloodwhore immediately obeyed.He let his lips run over her neck. Her smell wasn't anything special. Then the idea of how her blood would taste came into his mind. That was enough to make his fangs soar out. A small smile crept onto his lips as he stepped behind her. The bloodwhore remained motionless, only this slight trembling, which dominated her entire body, revealed her excitement.

»Take off your dress,« Nikolas growled. With a sudden movement, he grasped the woman's breasts before stepping back from her. The bloodwhore sighed in joyful anticipation. Then hurried to take off the dress. Finally, she was naked in front of him, and he let one hand slide between her legs. Instantly he pushed two fingers into her while pinching her nipple with the other hand. The bloodwhore was already wet and willing to welcome him.

Nikolas' fangs became even longer. Slowly he let them pass over the skin of the woman, but without piercing it. That whore should be begging him. She should beg and lay on her knees right in front of him.

»Please, sir,« she breathed. She put her head even more aside so that he could get to her neck easier. »Please, I beg you, I need you inside me.«

A satisfied smile appeared on Nikolas' face. That's what he wanted to hear.

He pulled his fingers out of her and then grabbed her hair. Forcefully he pulled her head back. She moaned and rubbed her butt against his hard cock.

»Please.« Another plea and the body trembled under Nikolas. With gentle pressure, he made her take a few steps forward until she stood on the backrest of the couch that adorned the middle of the room. Then he pressed her down, leaned over her, and let the tips of his fangs run over her skin.

As soon as his teeth pierced the skin, the bloodwhore under him trembled and cried out with pleasure. However, Nikolas did not let go of her but penetrated her. Her warm blood flowed down his mouth.

His lust increased with each swallow. With harder and harder pushes, he brought himself ever closer to his climax. The woman below him moaned loudly and pushed towards him again and again. He removed his hand from her hair and pinched firmly into her hard nipples. She cried out again, but this time in pain. He loved it when adrenaline produced by stress soaked the blood. It had a unique flavor.

The aura of bloodlust enveloped her. The lustful moaning of his playmate clearly showed how much she also enjoyed the pain. She came under him one more time.

Nikolas grabbed the bloodwhore by the hip and turned her around and pushed her again, even harder. The movements of his hips became more and more urgent, the strokes get harder, and he felt her twisting her legs around him.

He licked up the blood before his lips closed up the wounds again. He went on to soak up the woman's delicious lifeblood. So he was riding her and rapidly approaching his orgasm.

As soon as he reached the climax, Nikolas immediately let go of the bloodwhore. She was lying on the sofa, heavily breathing and trembling. A little smile wrapped her lips. Now when Nikolas was satisfied, he was no longer interested in her.

»You can leave,« he explained briefly. »Be sure to get enough to eat and drink.«

»Of course, sir,« the bloodwhore replied, getting up shaky.

His bloodlust had already subsided, and now he could be sure not to get caught up when the new vampire awakened. Because once she did, she'd turn to the male bloodwhore.

He heard the rustling of the clothes while the bloodwhore dressed in silence. Then, without another word, the bloodwhore left the room. Nikolas sat down. Soon a new vampire would awaken. That may become exciting.