Bought by the Vampyren

by Seth Eden

  7

  She came awake fast and hard, heart already thundering and a scream in her throat that never made it out.

  There was a hand over her mouth and pain in her hair, her head dragged back and her body arched up to accommodate the strain. In the near darkness of the bedroom, she knew Candy was still in the bed beside her and still asleep.

  She looked up into the face of her attacker and saw the dark gold eyes of Alek. Her terror surged at the fact of the vampire and at the same time, there was the slightest relief. This wasn't a stranger. This wasn't Alek's brother Pan.

  Next instant her heart kicked into overdrive. Her eyes traveled over his face, to his bare arms, down to his waist and she writhed, trying to free herself from him. Alek Tybolt stood over her bed, naked and hard and holding her by the hair. She almost started to thrash, to try and free herself, but if she woke Candy, that might put her friend at risk.

  She held herself still, trying to breathe through her panic, and Alek leaned down quite close to her and said directly into her ear, "Stay silent and get out of the bed and follow me."

  She nodded, the smallest movement she could make, and he relaxed his hold on her mouth but not on her hair. Mindy raised both hands to her head as she stood, pressing down on her hair to stop the pull. The gesture made the nightgown she'd found in the closet ride up, exposing her long lean legs. Her breasts jiggled. She saw his attention focus there and took that instant to look at his cock.

  Hard, beaded with moisture, rampant and ready and huge. She swallowed hard, terror filling her, then sucked in a breath. She'd been holding her breath the entire time she rose and moved with him, trying not to move in a way that would result in her hair being pulled out. Or to wake Candy. Or to scream her terror.

  Now she sucked in air and found that something around her smelled like cinnamon. Or oranges. Or sunlight, the way her skin always smelled spicy when she'd been in the sun long enough the natural oils came up under her skin.

  She licked her lips. The scent was pleasant. It filled her with longing for something. Holidays at the ocean. Cookies at Christmas. No. Something else. The boyfriend she'd last had, someone she'd dated only a couple times, they'd never even slept together before he disappeared in the wake of the first ships and there were no more texts back from him even before cell phones became useful as time pieces but not to call people.

  Sex. That was it. It smelled like sex in the room, like want and need. Her body was responding even as her mind identified what she was sensing. Her nipples tightened, hard and tingling under the lacy scrap of fabric she wore. The tops of her thighs felt dewy, she was growing wet, slick, swollen and throbbing with want.

  Some part of her mind reeled in alarm. This wasn't what she should be feeling. He was here as an invader, as alien who was taking her world and harming her people and she couldn't stop, she was wet and wanting, her mouth filling with saliva so she swallowed over and over and licked her lips.

  When he let go of her hair, she turned and reached for him. Too late it occurred to her he might have something in mind she didn't want. By then his teeth were brushing her neck, his lips moving over her skin, his tongue leaving trails across her throat.

  Pointless to panic, she thought. He was so much bigger and stronger than she was, nearly more than a foot taller, several times stronger. He'd have no compunction about being violent with her. Whatever had driven him to her bedside, it wasn't feelings for Mindy herself.

  At the same time, the lust clouded her brain. Yes, she could feel his teeth on her throat, the sharp touch of fangs but nothing digging in, but she couldn't think past it. There was no biological imperative telling her to fight or run or do both. There was nothing telling her to scream the entire harem awake. It wasn't even the fact that this could happen every night for all she knew, maybe he roamed the harem nightly, maybe he would only be the first of many. Maybe a girl died every night or maybe they only took blood, fed, and moved on.

  Whatever it was, her heart hammered in fear but a second pulse throbbed between her legs.

  Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, she tugged him to follow her. Everything she'd observed or heard about with the invaders, that should have gotten her nowhere, but he followed, as if he wanted to.

  In the suite's living room, he stopped moving, pulling her back with no effort. Mindy realized neither of them had spoken yet.

  He didn't speak now. His eyes blazed at her, the dark gold of them a fire that chilled her. The danger of him washed over her. There was no way she could stop, even if she thought he'd allow it. The ache in her was too great.

  His hands came up and she thought he meant to caress her face but both hands settled on her shoulders and pressed her down to her knees. She knelt willingly, a part of her mind crying out that she needed release too.

  She had to stay kneeling up to reach him, and took the time to look up into his face before she moved to him. In that instant he wrapped her hair around his hand again and pulled her head back hard.

  Mindy made a sound, something sharp followed by a moan. The way he held her, her head back, her body bowed, her neck was offered up to him, her breasts, her entire body. Her hands flailed at her sides. She wanted to touch him. She wanted to stop the pain in her scalp.

  She wanted to touch herself. Their eyes met. Shock coursed through her. His eyes on her, he was aware of her. She wasn't another nameless body and maybe this was nothing more than some bizarre alien initiation, welcome to the harem, this is going to be your life, give it up or lose it all.

  Maybe. But it didn't matter. In that moment, he saw her.

  In that moment, she wanted him to see her. She wanted him to see all of her, to know how badly she wanted him.

  Without changing her gaze, she wet her lips, tongue snaking out along her mouth, her eyes challenging him. By now she'd have expected to be thrown over the back of the sofa, raped by him.

  She was not. The strangeness of it had her growing more flushed and feverish. When he continued to watch her, she swallowed painfully against the pressure he exerted but didn't try to fight to get her head back into a more tenable position.

  Instead, she ran her hands down her own body, starting on the slope of pectoral muscle beneath her collarbone, stroking so slowly she wanted to scream her own frustration into the night-dark hotel suite. Her fingers glided, slick on her skin. She realized she was sweating, that it was hot in the suite and hotter now Alek had her by the hair. An experiment, then. She tugged her head a little, just enough to make his grasp on her hair really pull. Her eyes watered at the sharp pain at the same time she found herself groaning. Her lashes fluttered. Between their beats she saw him watching her, eyes nearly glazed with lust.

  Her hands continued their downward slide. She hadn't yet cupped her own breasts when he gave her hair another hard pull and this time she moaned out "Yes, oh, god."

  Her hands slipped. Suddenly she had her nipples between her own fingers and she was twisting, pinching, her fingers under her breasts so he could clearly see the way she pinched and pulled and twisted the hard berries there. The pain sang in her. She had never touched herself like this, never opened herself to anyone this way.

  "More," he said. His voice was a desert wind. His eyes looked mad.

  "Slow," she said in response, her brain so fogged she couldn't come up with more and when he grabbed another handful of her hair and pulled, said, "More," she slowed even farther and saw the cruel smile on his face.

  Her hands dropped. Along her ribcage. That had never been erogenous but now the soft slick skin beneath her breasts felt like the most delicate and needy space. She ran her thumbs there, making her large, firm breasts bounce.

  God, that felt good.

  And then slowly, watching his face, licking her lips, watching his cock as it jerked toward her like something with a mind of its own, she let her hands travel down her body, slow, slow, moving inside the curl of her jutting hipbones and along the ridge of her pelvic bone, feeling where the last waxing
she'd done out of boredom as much as anything else still held. She was smooth. She was slick. There was sweat. There was –

  Her hands went lower. Her clit was hard as his cock, engorged, desperate for contact. She wanted to not touch it. She wanted him to be the one to brush his hands over it, his mouth, his tongue, his cock, whatever he wanted, just touch her, but she sensed it would be some time now.

  He was enjoying watching. This wasn't something she thought Vampyren females would do.

  And if they did, she suspected they'd rip the male limb from limb when they finished.

  She let her hands slide lower. There, god, she was soaking wet, slick and swollen and she moved her fingers down, slid one inside herself, feeling her lips sucking at her, her mind blanking for just a second.

  "No."

  He said it so sharp, so sudden, she came to herself instantly, cold and wet and scared.

  "No," he said again, and his eyes were blazing, no less lost to the lust but full of awareness.

  "Not without me."

  Close. She was so close. Another second and there'd be no way she could stop.

  "Suck me."

  Her hands wanted to tuck themselves between her legs as she leaned up again to take him in her mouth. He sensed it. He said, "Give me your hands," and Mindy whimpered but held her hands above her head, letting him take them, hold them, leaving her own body burning with need as she ducked her head to him.

  Knowing that now she couldn't control the depth to which he plunged his member. He was so thick, so hard, so long. He'd strangle her, suffocate her, and even then she just wanted him. He was truly beautiful she'd known that even as she'd brought the lamp down on his head back at the condo.

  Beautiful, and deadly. Like a snake, or a jaguar. Or –

  God.

  She touched her lips to the head of his cock, tasting the musty moisture there, licking out at him, scared, still, but wanting him so bad she could barely stand it.

  He plunged forward then. Between her lips. His cock buried itself in her mouth and with her hands held tight in one of his, she was right there was nothing she could do to control what he did.

  He fucked her mouth, drawing his cock out and pushing it into her as deeply as he could before she gagged, before she fought, every time, her body on automatic as it tried to breathe and in between those parts of the movement, she sucked. She licked. She swirled her tongue around the head, she lapped the underside, she let her teeth just barely graze the skin, she ran her tongue down the underside again and discovered that Vampyren, just like men, had clusters of nerves there had made Alek gasp and laugh low in his throat.

  And thrust into her. Again and again and again. She turned her eyes up to his, begging silently not to come, to save that for her.

  He ignored her. Long minutes of plunging into her and she began to feel she would come without anyone touching her, without anything but the sensation of Alek in her mouth, in her throat, his legs sometimes brushing her as he fucked her mouth.

  Without warning, he came, tensing at the very last second. She had no way to pull free of him; he held her there with her hands above her head and emptied himself inside her.

  She swallowed, found him sweet, the cinnamon she'd smelled earlier, and swallowed convulsively, mouthfuls of him. She wanted to cry. The need filling her was a pounding ache now, the sharpness of need.

  He'd barely finished when he dragged her to her feet, effortlessly, and spun her around dragging her over to the sofa as she'd imagined. He was already hard. She could feel his cock nudging her backside as she walked and fear filled her, that he might not take her the way she needed him and if he took her ass he'd break her in half.

  She turned her head to speak but he grabbed her hair again, pulled her head back.

  To her surprise, he said her name.

  Rock hard, he pushed himself against her. The lust filled her again. She wriggled against him, coating his cock with her juices, crying in want and need. it felt like desire. It felt like everything she had ever wanted.

  He pushed her head down and she felt one of his hands go away. When she looked up she realized she could see him reflected in the darkened windows of the suite. She watched as he took himself in hand, one strong, long fingered hand gripping his cock and guiding it to her.

  Then he was pressing against her and she was saying yes, over and over, yes, hurry, please, her voice hoarse, her throat aching from what he'd already done to her and she was begging him for more.

  He was huge. She didn't know if she could manage him. And even as she thought that she felt his cock press against her entrance, felt the hardness sliding into her, hot and hard and so huge, so long, he moved slow, as if he was trying not to hurt her. Looking up, she saw him again in the window, saw him watching what he was doing and she thought there was concern on his face.

  Not concern. Care. He was moving slow. He was being careful not to hurt her.

  Then he looked up and caught her eye, saw her watching him, and slammed her head forward into the back of the couch cushions. At the same time, he started to fuck her, hard, hard strokes, pounding into her, picking up speed, making her grunt as her body smashed into the couch over and over. She didn't have time to look up again, couldn't have fought off the hand that held her down.

  She thought it must look amazing.

  He was huge. He filled her completely and the friction and speed made her gasp. When he loosened his grip for an instant she squirmed and drew herself up onto her toes, pressing down and forward so her clit came into contact with the sofa, grinding there on the wood that kept the couch rigid, covered by fabric but still hard enough for her to grind into.

  When he stroked into her again, she screamed. He felt it coming and pressed her head hard into the sofa, the sound of her wail smothered there.

  She fought him, trying to breathe, then realized she didn't care. She pushed back against him, rocked her hips, met him thrust for thrust and felt him pause, as if surprised, then take up her rhythm rather than his own. He rode her then, fucking her as hard as she could take and still she pounded back into him, begging for more.

  Until he tensed inside her and she felt him swell, the same tell there'd been last time when he'd been in her mouth. She had just enough time to wriggle her hips, pressing her clit hard into the couch, before he came, the two of them shuddering together into a climax that left Mindy shaking, sweating, dripping with his come.

  He let her go and she dropped down onto the sofa, then suddenly terrified, climbed ungainly over it, curled on the cushions, buried her head in the pillows and started to sob.

  She heard the door close behind him.

  8

  Life fell into a pattern. The pattern did not include Alek.

  In the mornings female Vampyrens would come and lead the women of the harem down to the health spa that Caesar's had once offered rich guests. There were no mani-pedi's, no massages, no steam room or sauna. Instead they were led through running on the track until they wanted to drop, then through a weight routine Candy said more than once would probably challenge the male invaders.

  They'd eat the same things every day, nutritionally sound and boring as fuck – white fish, greens, cooked vegetables, fruit, and more water than most of them wanted. Where everyone else in Las Vegas was worried about having enough water to drink, the human women kept in the harem were hydrating like crazy.

  Harem was the wrong word, maybe. They were being held for whatever warriors wanted them, but currently no one did. Afternoons the vampyren coaches turned them over to humans who had survived long enough in captivity to be considered teachers for those new to the fold. They met in conference rooms the hotel had kept for business travelers, though the long tables and executive chairs where they met had been replaced with loveseats facing lecterns and screens where what seemed to be PowerPoint presentations could be shown.

  Mindy, watching what almost looked like a tea ceremony being performed and listening to the human women describe the ins and ou
ts of serving the Vampyren as if she were in training for some really weird new job, maybe an extension of being an escort, felt like she was stuck in an ongoing nightmare.

  Or maybe she'd just lost her mind.

  "Should we worry the ones that have been here the longest have only been here about two months?" Sarah asked in an undertone, leaning across the space between her sofa and Mindy's. It had only been about a week since they'd been brought to the harem in Caesar's, but already the once-plump redhead had lost the thin, pale look her time at the businessman's party had engendered. Now she was becoming toned and sleek from the healthy if dull regimen.

  They were sitting together, Mindy and Candy on one loveseat and Sarah and Taylor on another. Despite the other women around them, they tended to keep to the groups they'd come in with. Life was uncertain and any routine interrupted so frequently and frighteningly, the women tended to cling to anything familiar.

  It wasn't anyone from the condo party who answered, but another of the harem human women who leaned over the back of their sofas before they knew she was there.

  "I wouldn't worry too much about it since the Vampyren only came here three months ago." She nodded to the front of the room where the speaker was droning on about tea blossoms from another planet. "You might want to listen to this."

  She rose smoothly then, none of the creaking of knees that Mindy was used to ever since she started training in TaeKwon-Do, and moved away, and Sarah, undaunted, leaned over again and whispered, "It's like being back in high school!"

  Mindy bit her lip, smiling a little, but didn't respond. It was like high school and she had hated high school, but at least this time around she had friends.

  That was going because this time around the lessons were in survival.

  "You may be called on for serving at a dinner," the speaker was saying and Mindy muffled a yawn. It didn't seem likely she was going to find herself serving roast beef and truffles to warrior vampires. It didn't seem likely any of this could be happening.