It was a dark and stormy night….
I was alone in my chambers, writing as I often do in the late night hours when I heard a gentle rapping at the front door. At first I thought it was simply the wind, but sure enough it persisted. Curious, I sat up.
Descending the stair case, I pulled my robe around my chest, and tied it hastily. Wondering what could this be. Perhaps a stranger had blown a tire along the road and needed help? Or someone was lost? That could happen along these winding forest roads.
I am not mean – like many stories my lead you to believe. In fact, I’m quite friendly. Certainly I can be provoked, but I have had several centuries to hone my emotional intelligence; it takes quite a bit to get a reaction out of me. You can bet that what you see is 100% what you get.
I glided across the marble foyer, to the large oak double doors. They were thick and sturdy. Originals from my ancestors country. Through the iron window I noticed a hooded figure. Certainly not more than 120 pounds soaking wet.
Perhaps I was overly confident, or just curious but I opened the door to let this creature inside, and investigate why they were at my door.
The door creaked as it swung open, and large drops of rain water dripped onto the floor. “You may come in” I announced.
What happened next, I was not expecting. A beautiful young woman turned to face me, her eyes a deep blue, her lips ruby red. Her wool cloak was soaking in rain water. “Who are you?” I asked, “And what brings you here?”
“My name is Delilah, and I’ve been sent by your master. He has given me a task – and I’m afraid I must carry it out at once – his control over me is powerful”
My mind raced. Although I had never met her, I knew exactly what was happening now. My master, the vampire who had sired me, through serum and blood, had taken this fair young woman as a serum servant. She would never be a vampire, unless he willed it. But until relinquished through ceremony – or dead, she would be forced to do his bidding.
Not much is known about vampire serum outside of the royal families. If a mortal is close enough to study it, it’s powers have already taken over. Once sired, a vampire doesn’t lose their body fluid, it simply transforms. The blood becomes deep dark red, the saliva a potent aphrodisiac, and in men – the semen becomes your serum.
When injested it can manifest itself in different ways, a lick of precum, and you may be in ecstasy for a night, but a full load, deep inside a woman (or man) will transform them into a serum sire. They won’t grow fangs, or live forever, but they’ll be a puppet of the sire – forced to do their bidding. It’s one way we keep humans under control. We really don’t need to use fear to control them, although it’s good to remind them who is in charge from time to time.
“You may come in” I said to the house guest, “Please right this way, let me take your cloak, may I get you something warm to drink?” I asked. “No thank you” she said, “That won’t be necessary, we must get started right away.” She unclasped her robe from around her neck, and the heavy, wet wool, slid to the floor. I was not expecting what was next.
Her long pale legs were hidden behind shiny leather high heel boots that went up to her mid thigh. She had a garter belt attached to a lacy black thong, and tight leather corset, binding her torso welling up to her breasts that spilled out like milk running over a bucket.
I gazed upon her. She may have noticed how my gaze hovered. For a split second I almost lost my composure. “So, what is it that brings you here then?” I ask, “What is my masters bidding?” You see, I had been sired through blood some 250 years earlier by my master. It was his idea of a good time to serum sire gorgeous women, and have them do his bidding – and when that involved me I had to play along too – for he was my master as well.
“He’s brought me here to give you these.” She said, and she pulled out a small, velvet drawstring pouch from which she pulled four silver ribbons, no thicker than a human hair. “And what have you planned with those?” I inquired.
“The master commands I lead you to the dungeon” She said “now turn around, and put your hands together behind your back”. I started to figure out what was happening… I accepted my fate and turned around slowly. Immune to the silver, she took one thin strand and laid it across my wrists. They might as well have been lopped off. I was powerless to move them, She draped another strand around my neck. It was thin enough the burn of the silver was only mildly uncomfortable, bearable, but it’s power over me was unmatched. Like a prisoner, an animal on a leash, she led me and made me walk behind her. Her ass bounced perfectly with each step, her thong riding higher and higher. Despite my circumstances, it was a wonderful sight.
“Now – tell me where the dungeon is” She commanded. It was clear who was in control now. “down the main corridor, through the kitchen and there’s a false wall in the pantry. It will lead us down a staircase” I confessed. We walked in silence, the click-clack of her heels echoing through the halls.
We made it to the false wall, I identified which one, and she pressed on one side while it swung open revealing a dimly lit passageway, with stone steps leading down. It’s 2022, we don’t use torches anymore, but these LED lightbulbs can imitate a torch perfectly. The lights flickered, How she maneuvered those steps in those heels so gracefully I have no idea. It was all I could do to not stumble and topple over her.
We made it to the dungeon. I say dungeon like we use it to torture people. We haven’t done that in ages. It’s a sex room. Us un-dead have a thirst for more than just blood. As hedonists, pleasure is our forte. Living alone, and preferring my solitude – it rarely gets used except the occasional party – or special occasion. My dungeon at this point is a glorified storage unit.
She leads me to the saint Andrews cross. A large wooden ‘X’ shaped fixture that leans against the wall. Hanging on the wall next to it are various whips, and restraints. I see a dusty ball gag. Damn I thin to myself, she’s going to tie me to this cross.
Sure enough, she undoes my restraints and commands me to turn around, and get naked. “I want to watch you” she says – in a voice that’s more sexy. I turn around and see her ruby red lips, deep blue eyes and the way the leather dominatrix outfit accentuates her curves. It’s awakening my primal instincts. I feel a pressure in my mouth. My fangs want to protrude. I feel a heat radiating from my groin. “Now get naked” she orders. I drop my robe. My pearly white chest is exposed, the lights flicker off of my abs. My silk pajama pants have ridden low, you can see my now half way engorged cock as if they aren’t even there. My pants slide naturally off of my hairless body. I stand there – breathing heavier – my chest is heaving in anticipation.
Without her even telling me – I back up to the st Andrews cross. She drapes the silver thread over each wrist and ankle. I’m paralyzed in place. I’m 100% at her mercy. She begins by caressing my body. As if she’s sizing me up – seeing what she’s got to deal with. She looks to the cabinet and inspects what’s inside. A spray bottle with some massage oil… “This will do” she smirks. She sprays me down, and rubs her hands up and down my chest, across my now hard nipples. Down my abs, along my Adonis belt. She reaches her hands behind and rubs my tight, white ass. She slathers oil on my cock and using both hands rubs it in. Her left hand caresses the head of my cock while her right strokes my balls. It feels incredible. It’s getting harder to concentrate. I’m getting harder.
She grabs a riding crop off the wall, and selects a variety of what look like metal cock rings. She walks away – giving me plenty of chance to take her in with my eyes. She is strikingly gorgeous. The innocent type – the innocent type with dirty dirty secretes. I can see why master has sent her over here on his behalf. When he isn’t around to dominate me like this – she will do a fine job.
She saunters back towards me. Holding the riding crop – pondering what to do with it. She slides in close and WHAP smacks me on the inner thigh. I wince. It really does sting, but I like it. She does it again. “You like that huh? Lets see how many times until you STOP liking it” she says through gritted teeth. And WHAP WHAP WHAP, she must have hit me 20 more times. My inner thigh has gone from red to bruised. My forehead starts to glisten.
She grabs my neck and pulls herself in close. I can feel her busting tits on my bare chest. She gives me a deep, sensual kiss. Just before my fangs erupt she pulls away. “not so fast blood sucker” she scolds me. And grabs my balls, and slowly pulls them down, like she’s milking a teat. The pressure feels amazing. I groan I a foreign combination of agony and ecstasy.
She gives me relief and focus all of her attention on my cock. She fondles it slowly – she uses her lips and tongue on the tip. She places the cock ring around the base of my balls and shaft – and screws it tight. The pressure only further engorges my already thick and veiny rod.
She milks out a stream of precum. It drips to the floor. A silvery strand connecting. She looks at me a little impressed, “very nice”. She grips the base of my cock, and squeezes up. Even more precum – or serum as we call it – flows out. Much more than any normal human would produce. It pools on the floor. “This is going to be fun” she says.
She teases my cock with her riding crop. She milks me and strokes me faster and faster. I can feel the orgasm welling inside of me, I’m so close, I’m about to erup— she stops. The feeling subsides. It goes away. I’m ravished. She comes back and strokes me again harder and faster and once again stops a half a second shy of me cumming all over her hand and the floor.
“You’re not going to cum already are you?” She says in a cutesy voice while looking up at me pouting. She’s teasing me – and I don’t hate it. I don’t remember the last time I’ve cum. I’m wondering why – this feels incredible. Before I have a chance to think, she’s back on me stroking and stroking. She kneels down and puts her tits right in front of my rock hard member. My head throws back, my eyes roll, I’m going to CUMMM I cry, my fangs burst out of my gums, I can feel my prostate surging, and pelvic floor Is pulsing, hot, thick ropes of serum erupt all over her chest. She strokes for what feels like an entire minute. My balls drain repeatedly, ropes after ropes of my hot sticky serum cover her. It rolls down her leather corset and onto the floor.
I let a whole body sigh and go limp. I hang from my restraints, catching my breath. “Very good my pet” she says, My Pet?! I think… Is this going to be a regular thing. Although I wouldn’t hate it. From her velvet pouch she pulls out a crystal vial, and scoops it full of my thick sticky serum, before corking it and putting it back in the pouch. “For master” she says.
I can’t protest, I’m too exhausted. She removes my silver restraints and I crumple to the floor, on top of my mess. I can feel the serum, still warm, on my cheek.
“Now I must get going before this cools off” she says. “Until next time my pet” she says, and she hurries up the dungeon staircase. I lay there catching my breath. Unsure of what to think.
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