by RWK Clark
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Tim Howell had gotten lucky… very lucky indeed. He had gone directly to the gym when he got back into NYC, and within minutes he had three women standing around him as he worked out bench pressing weights. He had started up a casual conversation about the weather and seemingly swept them off their feet. Asking them to his place for a drink was the next sensible step, and getting all three of them naked once they got there came naturally.
Now he was walking to work and thinking about the hours-long sex the four of them had together. All of that licking and sucking and… biting. Mmmm. If this was the ‘task’ the Master had given all of them he was completely game. No arguments from him.
Suddenly a face came to mind, a woman’s face. He knit his brow as he tried to recall who this person was. Her face was certainly familiar; if he wasn’t having such a problem bringing her name to mind he would swear he knew her well. As he thought about her it suddenly occurred to him.
It was Candy. His girlfriend.
No emotions or feelings of love or adoration filled the void in him when she was in his mind’s eye. That quickly he knew their long-term relationship was over. He felt no remorse whatsoever.
He arrived at the place where he worked and grabbed the door handle, pulling it so he could enter. The scent of perfume filled his nostrils and he turned to see from whom the distraction was coming. It was Jennifer Mills, one of his co-workers.
“Well, hello Jen,” he said, his voice husky and his eyes cloudy. “Don’t we smell wonderful today?”
The woman looked in his eyes. “Thank you, Tim. Are you okay? Did you get… a haircut… or something?”
He smiled, flashing her his most dashing grin. “No, Beautiful. Why do you ask? Does it really look shorter?”
“No, no. Just something is… different,” she replied.
He nodded and held the door wider for her to enter. “Yes, you would be correct; something is different. If you’re lucky I may just get you alone later and tell you all about it…”
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Cyril DeSai sat in his office, comfortable in his leather chair. His head was back, and his eyes were closed. He had a very content, almost smug, look on his face; he was smiling.
On his lap sat a large cat with long black fur which was beautifully streaked with silver in all the right places. He stroked it happily, and its purr was nearly deafening. This cat brought his hollow soul such peace.
They were doing everything correctly, and DeSai couldn’t be more pleased. At the rate they were going he was going to turn this town upside down in no time at all. The sheer size of it meant nothing to him; with each and every bite a new child was born, and with that scores more would be introduced to him. In six months no one would know what hit them. In a year there would be no one left to wonder.
Maybe this time, this century, he would discover his missing half, his eternal mate, his mighty minion. This is all he had ever sought, and the special someone had remained forever elusive, leaving him to search, end it all, and begin again for centuries.
But he had a stirring inside of him that he couldn’t quite identify. It yanked and pulled at his black heart and mind, and he was sure he was closer to finding her than ever. He would find his queen here, in this filthy, forsaken place, and he would take her hand and she would rule beside him until the planet ceased to exist. If he had his way, this would be much sooner than later.
He knew precisely the activities of his four new loves; they had done extremely well. While the girls were getting a late start they were enthralled with the lust that encompassed being a vampire. All four of them had already forgotten love, both as an emotion and as an action. He filled them now, and as the changes began to snowball in their beings, he would take more and more control until their own persons were no more. If he found weakness in them at any time, well, there always comes a time when one would be sacrificed for the greater good.
“Isn’t that so, Elsa?” He lifted the feline on his lap until he could look into its green eyes. “You will have a mother soon, and I will have a wife. Yes, girl.” He kissed the cat on the nose and then let it drop to its feet on the floor. It scooted away and curled up in front of the fireplace, which he kept burning at all times.
He closed his eyes once more. He could hardly wait for the new ones to come tonight. Perhaps she would be among them. Finally the searching would be over. Finally he would be complete.
Chapter 13
The waiting was always the most difficult part, and he attributed this to an eternity of life.
For each and every bite new slaves would come, and this began almost immediately after he sent out those who were first. This proved to be true this time also, and DeSai was filled with an eagerness that perhaps the next woman, or the next after her, would be the one to kindle the flame in his dead heart and become his queen.
After he sent forth the four who had found his cave the ball began rolling very quickly, and like those before them, the four simply faded a bit into the back of his mind. He still soothed them with comforting lies, and he always made provision for their each and every need, and he would continue to do so. The fact of the matter was that Cyril DeSai was on a mission to make the world his own for eternity, and to do that he would need his queen. He would not rest until he found the one who stirred him.
The men who came to him after being bitten were always given their directive and then sent on their way. They were an integral part of his kingdom because they would bring him the most women. Once he enlightened them they could live by instinct, and he let them, unless they came to him for something, of course.
But the women he always ‘sampled’ before he sent them out. If after he had them he knew they were not the one he would simply send them forth as well into the hunt. Most of them would bring him more men; this was to be expected. Some of them would lure women to him, and this always pleased DeSai to no end. The thought that his new queen may be so… adventurous… always brought a hunger to him that he feared would never be satisfied. His favorite part of being who he was, aside from the ravenous feeding, was the intense sex he had on a daily basis.
So, the four did well in their conquests. The women literally began to pour in, and while most of them were only yawn-worthy, in his opinion, there were those he needed to sample more than once to be sure she was not the one.
The first that grabbed his attention a second time was a raven-haired temptress named Nicole. She had walked alone into his office, which was rare, and she had a light in her eyes that most did not have at this point. She was intelligent and beautiful, with breasts that knew no gravity, and a flavor that nearly made him powerless to stop once he began. On the first night he used her mercilessly, and she liked it. This compelled him to summon her once again, and their lovemaking had been just as passionate as before.
She had walked into his office smiling. “I knew you would want me again.”
Cyril smiled and quietly approached her. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back, planting rough kisses on her neck that drew moans from the pits of her body. He had torn her clothing from her, and held nothing back as he threw her down and thrust himself into her again and again. His intended mate would love the violence of it, and this Nicole had great potential, but when they were finished she began to show a level of possessiveness that was utterly distasteful to him. She also began to be snide regarding the level of force he had used with her. No queen of his would even have enough soul left inside of her to care about either issue.
So she was gone, sent out to do the work of the other slaves.
His species was slowly but surely gaining ground. During the first two months newly acquired family members came quickly, but sporadically. As his family grew his senses went into overdrive, and he knew he was gaining ground faster than he could have ever imagined.
There was a second benefit to doing things the way he did them. Not only did his slaves come to him willingly, offering themselves to him and his purpose without
hesitation, but they would also begin to take ill if they were not strong enough to conform to their new state of being properly. They would be fine and functional for a while, but after a time their bodies would simply reject his life-altering venom. They would go to work in the day, functioning normally, without anyone around them being at all aware of their state. At night they would hunt and do his bidding. Inevitably, though, his bite would take hold of any soft spots they may have, whether it be physical, mental, emotional, or otherwise. The condition would worsen until the individual was wiped out altogether.
This ensured the strength of his army, and it did so without requiring him to dirty his hands at all.
The twenty-third woman who came to him at Cliffside was a perfect example. She had come to him with lust-filled eyes and blood-red lips, and the sound of his voice had been enough to lure her directly into his arms. She was a vixen, but even as he ran his tongue over her nipples and drove it between her legs he knew she possessed a kind of weakness, though he could not identify it specifically. The sex was raunchy, brilliant really, but there was a scent about her that told him something was very wrong. The bite of a minion had the same effect as if he had done the biting himself, so he finished with her and sent her out among the masses.
Two days later he had sensed her loss, as he did whenever one of his family left the world of the living. He stole into the night and visited the place she lived, where he discovered insulin used to treat diabetes. When he read the obituary in the papers, which had been submitted by her family, it stated she had suffered mass kidney failure, though she had shown no signs of problems and had been young. Yes, the diabetes had taken over her now-dead body like a wildfire, thanks to the bite. He wouldn’t have to worry about weeding her out; her body had done it for him.
Cyril DeSai had adjusted to the familiar routine of spending his days and evenings instructing the new men and sending them out, while feasting on the souls of each and every woman who was undergoing the change. Within him he knew he would find his queen soon; it tugged at his black heart, and he was constantly filled with anticipation.
Any day now.
So, the strong got stronger, and the weak died off fast. If one were to hover in space and view things from a far they wouldn’t be able to see anything amiss. His slaves held down their jobs and maintained their homes, and they plucked people up one by one, to simply bite them and to feed off them. The family rapidly grew.
The way he had his minions handle this issue was to recruit those in positions of power, thus spreading the walking death into the most important places as quickly as possible
It was working wonderfully. Within six-month’s time New York was beginning to look more like home to him than any place had in three-hundred years.
The entire world would be his and do his bidding, just as it should be.
Chapter 14
Cyril DeSai was stepping into the position he had worked for since he became the monster that he was, and the world was none the wiser.
Only three short months after releasing the first four of his slaves he stepped into a greater position of respect in society. His venom had spread to such an extent at that point that most of the authority figures in the great city had joined his family, and they were all working diligently to make sure nothing interrupted the flow of growth that was taking place.
Two of the first had already died; the first one, Tim, had an existing, yet unknown, heart condition, and his body failed him during the second month. Candy was the second. She had been an alcoholic, and her penchant for drink grew increasingly worse and worse until her body gave out as well. But his family had continued to grow, with only the weak and deranged dregs of society wiping themselves out while the strong and intelligent continued to flourish.
Cyril sat in his darkened office and pondered these facts. Now all of the staff at Cliffside Wineries belonged to him, and if not for his great love of wine he would have shut the place down right away; no need for its cover any longer, after all. Indeed, the world continued to function in a beautiful fashion, but many of the smaller details had already begun to fade out of human routine.
He considered the fact that money was being obliterated among his people; there was simply no need for it! When one of them would visit a place that required the normal use of currency they would always oblige, but soon enough that area would be grafted into his poisonous tree as well, and that would cease.
He was spreading. Spreading like a disease, and still he had yet to find the One.
He began attending city government functions during the third week of the first month, and he topped his initial introductions off by contributing great amounts of cash to the city itself. It was all done under the guise of ‘cleaning the place up’ and beautification. Things began to rapidly improve on all accounts, and why shouldn’t they? Even the vagrants and junkies were his now, and there was no longer a need for them to indulge themselves in the lifestyles they had been living.
Crime rates went down drastically. Bums disappeared from the streets. Everyone was smiling, quiet and peaceful. Everyone was in love; they were in love with him. He controlled everything right down to the finest detail. Only tourists and top government officials on the state and federal levels were none the wiser.
But they would be soon enough.
The search for his queen continued, and he became even more obsessed with finding her with each passing day that gave him more and more power. Into his third month, and well into his establishment in local government, he again thought he may have found her.
The third woman to catch his powerful fancy went by the name Sophie, and Sophie was a native of Brazil who had bleached her hair platinum blonde. She was no ordinary woman though, not by a long shot, and DeSai quickly became preoccupied by her.
She was in the States studying to become an attorney, and her great hope was to get into politics. She held an internship at the governor’s office, where she was very dedicated to her education and future. She was bright, beautiful, and very intriguing.
The governor himself bit this one and brought her to DeSai personally, as pleased with himself as a cat who brings his owner a mouse which is still living. Cyril could see why; she was breathtaking, and even while in the trance his venom and voice held her in she was able to stand alone with her mind. This was a beautiful thing to him.
“Master DeSai,” said Governor Coretti on that day, “This is Sophie. She is an intern at my offices, and very valuable to our local government. The girl has a very bright future indeed. I thought you would want to get to know her as soon as possible.” Coretti bowed his head before DeSai, who couldn’t take his tar black eyes from her brown ones.
He nodded in response, then said, “Indeed, I would like that very much, James. Leave us. I know you have other prospects, yes?”
Again the governor bowed, and he backed from Cyril’s office without even a reply. He knew that obedience was best; it was what was instilled in all of his children thanks to the loving bite.
When the doors were closed he spoke to the edible beauty. “Sophie. Welcome. Why don’t you show me what you can do, my dear.”
A smile crept across her stunning face, and she slowly reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She did this with stunning grace, using her curves as weapons in a slow, tantalizing dance which had DeSai stricken.
She allowed the dress to drop to the floor, and beneath she wore undergarments like those he saw only in ads on billboards. He lowered his gaze to her gorgeous body, and his penis immediately became rock-hard. She was amazing.
Cyril lowered himself into his chair and continued to watch her half-naked body sway to absolutely no music at all, at least none that could be heard. He was sending the music to her.
Could she be the one? His rotting heart was beating very, very fast.
Next she unclasped her bra and then dangled it from her polished forefinger. He could smell her scent powerfully; she was not defective, at least not that he could te
ll. Next she turned around revealing black transparent panties which showcased her rear beautifully; it was the perfect shape of a heart.
He rose. He was becoming very uncomfortable sitting like this.
“I want to taste you,” he said to her. His voice was deeper, husky with desire. Her back was still to him, and she responded only by lowering her panties until they fell to the floor.
DeSai crossed his office, loosening his trousers as he went. Oh, how he hoped it was she. He took a seat in one of the black leather recliners near the fire and proceeded to put up the footrest. She slowly approached him, a smile on her face, her eyes clouded over from her own lust.
When she reached him she put one knee on each armrest, straddling him as he sat in the chair. He could not resist her; her scent was floral, and very, very strong indeed. He raised his hands and placed them on her hips. At first he was gentle, stroking her body with soft caresses. He sat up slightly and began to stroke her breasts, using his thumbs to tweak her nipples. She threw her head back and a growl escaped her throat.
Suddenly with great force he buried his head between her legs, holding her against him at the small of her back. His tongue was rough, he knew this, and usually he was much more careful with the new slaves, but this one had pushed him over a line. She attempted to pull back, but the animal in him became more determined than ever, and he licked her harder and harder. Now she began to struggle in earnest, and pained cries were escaping her lips.
“Please,” she sobbed. “It hurts.”
He pushed her away from him violently, his eyes rimmed in red, the irises blacker than ever. She had weakness in her that was unacceptable, even for a mere slave.
“Why do you weep?” His voice was a low sneer, and he had a smile on his face. His erection had immediately disappeared, for nothing destroyed his sexual appetite more than the whining of a full grown woman.
Her arms flew downward without shame and she uncovered her breasts for his view. Now he was content. He stood and took two long strides. As soon as he reached her he grabbed her by her waist and lifted her naked body up off the ground. He looked up at her face as he carried her back to the chair. Kneeling her just in front of him.
