Bound By The Blood Moon

CHAPTER THREE

   As I turned away from the window, I picked up a long piece of scarlet long chalk that was placed on my bedside table. This was the only reason that I had a chance to contact the Witch clans.
   The portal to my mansion could only be drawn with this chalk and only with someone who contained a touch of my blood. Naturally, the Oxblood family had a trace of it passed down through the generations.
    I knelt down in front of the bed with the chalk held like a pen as I began to draw runes on the hard wooden floor. It mainly consisted of a six pointed star with two pointed ends at the top and bottom and one at the left and right, with a perfect circle drawn in the centre. And in the spaces of the star’s pointed end, there were some inscriptions that were written in the ancient witches’ language while the circle contained markings from angel and vampire lore.
   The whole room was the portal and as it activated, I returned the chalk back to its place on the bedside table.
This bedroom was connected to my private study in the mansion so I had easy access to it. And I had only one attendant here: a female vampire from a dead clan.
   Her clan had declined to become Reapers: vampires solely driven by bloodlust and their desire for human flesh. In exchange for their sanity, they gained unimaginable power and a weakness that we had managed to blot out. They became susceptible to sunlight.
   Though there are always cases here and there of vampires becoming Reapers, they were the first clan to all turn to their animalistic side. She was the youngest and after we managed to kill off her clan, no one wanted to take her in.
   So I took her in and made her change her last name to King, with her clan name added to her middle name so it is never forgotten. As I walked out of my study and shut the door, I saw her bob her head of brown hair in my way.
     “Welcome back sir. How was last night’s adventures? I trust that it was as exciting as usual.”
    She said all this with a smirk on her face as she drew closer to me with a hand on my chest and the other pulling my arm around her.
    When I had taken her in, she was roughly twenty and had never experienced anything other than being under lock and key. And then one night, she crept into my room and lay beside me. She made me act out on of my dreams as she kissed me while she lay on top me.
    And as sex starved as I was then, I didn’t hold back.
But being as weak as she was, she couldn’t birth my children. And since then, she came into my room whenever she wanted and we would have sex. And sometimes, we tore the house down when we had sex in other places.
    Now she’s over a hundred years but never once let her appearance change to look any older.
     With her hand still on my chest, I kissed her lips and made a slight cut to drain a bit of blood. Then I hugged her before we headed downstairs to the kitchen.
    “It was as amazing as always Kristin. It’s been a while since you’ve stepped out. Say, 10 years?”
    “My duty is to you Darren King. So I hardly see any reason to leave here.”
    “Hmm. As you wish.”
   As we walked into the kitchen, she brought out a freshly baked Cozonac filled with sweet walnut paste and some raisins. She knows I am a sugar freak so she mixed in some chocolate in the flour. She served it with scrambled eggs and pineapple juice. I smiled at her and she walked around me, kissing my neck before grabbing a seat beside me.
   Halfway through my meal, Kristin got up and began to massage my shoulders.
    “You know, I was all alone last night. It’s been a while since I’ve had you to myself Darren.”
    “So what are you suggesting? You want me now? In the middle of my meal?”
    “Not exactly. Just relax and go on with your food.”
   She crawled under the table and tore my jeans to shreds, grabbing my cock the moment it was free. I shuddered a bit but I knew she liked things this way. She stroked me for a while before kissing the head of my cock and rolling the tip of her tongue in my slit. She swallowed my whole length in one go, gagging only a little bit.
   I shoved the remaining eggs with a slice of bread into my mouth and downed it with a full glass of pineapple juice, before resting my back on the chair and gripping the armrests. 
   She pulled down my trousers and sucked my balls into her mouth. With her free hand, she tore off her gown to reveal her naked skin and wet cunt. As she deep throated me, I moaned softly; her head game was always spectacular. I looked down into her eyes and watched as she sucked me with so much gusto. Throwing my head back, I stretched my hand to the back of her head and applied a little pressure, aiding her to take my dick deep at each go.
   After soaking my dick in the wetness of her mouth, she climbed unto the table and set her ass just at the edge. I got up and eased myself into position just behind her, with my dick rubbing the lips of her already wet core. I held onto her waist and pushed my dick into her, one inch at a time.
    I heard her moan into the table and I pressed my hand on her head, shutting her up immediately. Full of enthusiasm and energy, I stretched her pussy out; filling her up and emptying her again. I kept on going as I increased my speed slowly but surely.
    I bent forward and ran kisses on her back, with my lips also grazing the side of her breasts. Her legs began to shake so I raised them up and made her kneel on the table, rest her hips on her legs and spread wide for me. It was a bit uncomfortable but vampires are flexible enough for a lot of things, adding the fact that this isn’t the first time she’s done something like this.
   One hand on her waist and the other holding the table to keep it from sliding forward, I pounded her pussy harder than before, thrusting in till the end. She was free to moan and she called out my name as I felt her pussy clench on my cock.
   I stayed in that position for a few moments as I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy all wrapped around my dick.
   As I began to move my hips back and forth, I heard a voice call out from the living room.

    “Sir King. Sir King, are you there?”
   It was the butler of the Decker clan, the head of the vampires. He had this British accent that was slightly annoying and a name that was just okay, Jacob Colt. He only contacted me when there was an important meeting of vampires that I had to attend. I wondered what it was this time since it wasn’t time for the Annual Clan Convergence (ACC).
    He appeared in a semi-physical form as the array set in the mansion allowed it. There was one for each group; werewolves, vampires and witches. And as always, I was contacted mostly by the vampires and hardly ever by the witches.
    “Yes Colt. What is it this time? Is boy Decker in need of my assistance to kill some vampire hunters again?”
   “Nothing of the sorts sir. And that has been quite long ago. It should be a thing of the past.”
  He gave off this ‘Alfred Pennyworth’ vibe and it was overly cliché. As he spoke, he walked to the dining room.
   “My master humbly requests for your presence at his daughter’s coming-of-age ceremony. He asks that contrary to your normal habits, that you come earlier this time. It will mean a lot to him if you gave him this much face.”
   Colt said this with his head bowed.