There is no actual rule against it but I know I’m not supposed to. But I don’t care. They won’t know I’m coming if I am careful. Hospital staff are burnt out and vacant at the best of times. The fallout from NHESS cutbacks and the horror of covid is written plainly in that thousand yard stare that is all too common a sight on the wards.
In the back of my mind I can sense Millar calling to me. He wants this. My feeble human is desperate to serve, to be drained in multiple ways. His need to spill his seed is secondary to my needs though of course.
Mistress needs to feed quite urgently.
The question is can a vampire dominatrix over three thousand four hundred years old restrain herself with her Submissive lying helpless in a human hospital where he is receiving treatment for cardiac issues? With the smell of blood everywhere? Him so helpless and others around him so defenseless and sickly too? – a veritable banquet that could drive me to madness if I am not very careful.
I must exercise control. Judas will not like it if I attract the attention of the authorities.
I feel apprehensive and full of desire and hunger fit to burst.
My fangs erupt; pierce my lower lip. Blood flows.
Maybe Millar can survive this night.
I hope so.
Because I enjoy him…
Once I am sated, I return to the lair and immediately Judas summons me. He is an intimidating presence even to me – all black leathers and titanium buckles and chains. There is a slight audible rattle from them as he approaches.
‘You have been with the human named Millar again?’ he enquires.
I bow my head slightly. ‘Yes my Lord.’
‘And how was he? Where was he? You must tell me all about it. Sit.’
He seats himself on the throne of skulls and motions to the floor at his feet. I obey and begin to tell him of my exploits, hoping he will not be too angry at me for entering the human hospital.
It appears he is not.
‘It sounds as if you fed well and that your presence went undetected,’ he says when I finally finish my story.
‘Yes my Lord.’
‘And the human Sub Millar survived this feeding despite his cardiac problems?’
‘I believe so my Lord. He was able to offer two measures of ejaculate and several minutes of arterial blood draining without flatlining. As a precaution, I took the liberty of altering his medical charts and records so that he will be given a transfusion in the morning to compensate.’
Judas drums his fingers restlessly on the arm of his throne. ‘That is excellent,’ he says.
I bow my head lower, thankful that my boldness has not displeased him. I sense him stand up and then one of his hands finds my chin, raising my gaze to his.
‘Vraktar shal-na-houh elu ta epraviende,’ he intones in a deep voice.
I suppress a shudder. I am in shock. Frozen. I never expected this, not in all my countless years. I had always thought he avoided me because I was viewed as impure by the rest of the coven due to once bearing a human child – a hybrid who was now long dead. A mistake made in my early youth. One I have made sure never to repeat.
‘Lyricastia zi yalu entorum Judai, olooda za baruk u salu,’ (I will take your seed Lord Judah, as is the way of The Cleansing) is my reply.
I take up position on all fours, unsure of what to expect. I sense the others watching from the shadows of our ancestral cave. Here and there I catch a glimpse of a face before it vanishes into the darkness. I too have watched ‘The Reclaiming’ or ‘The Cleansing’ as it is also known as before but this is the first time the recipient has been me.
Judas is normally quite reserved and controlled whilst performing the rites. This time he is not.
He tears open my trousers at the crotch leaving a huge rent through which he slams his already bared sizeable cock into me. I just about manage to suppress my sounds of shock. With one hand on my hip and another grabbing my hair, he pistons me back and forth, growling and muttering. Much of it is spoken in the high tongue of The Sacred Coven Lords but five recogniseable words are mixed into the garbled torrent.
‘Gonna give you my cum,’ he growls in a voice that reverberates through me.
My pussy is on fire, my nipples like bullets. He pauses to flip me over onto my back and tears my trousers completely off as well as my thong which he snaps apart and flings to one side. My tunic goes next and his mouth draws blood from my nipples as he sucks and bites with animal ferocity. I submit. And then his heated staff is inside me again, ramming my insides without mercy. I take one look at his pale beautiful face contorted in ecstasy above me and I am undone by it.
My cries echo through the chamber as I moan and writhe, slamming my hips to meet his as he too noisily reaches nirvana.
After our pulses slow to nothing, he withdraws, looks at my probably now gaping pussy and says solemnly;
‘Metri el to-zim.’ (It is done.)
I lie back in a daze and think to myself that I really hope it isn’t, because I most definitely want that again.
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