by Sara Fields
His thick fingers petted the outside of my entrance, teasing me into a veritable frenzy of lust and desire.
One digit pressed deep into me, before pulling out just as swiftly. I moaned low in my throat. For the first time, I was unbound, and his entire attention was on me and my pleasure. He expected my obedience, and I gave it to him, knowing that in the end, I would be rewarded with untold amounts of gratification.
I felt like a hedonist, but that was okay. It felt really damn good.
The flat of his tongue pressed hard against my clit. He drew it back and forth and the heating sensation of it grew hotter. His breath caressed my wet folds and at once, I felt as though my pussy was bathed in liquid heat.
“Such a fucking hot little cunt. I can’t wait until it’s mine completely,” he whispered, and I quivered with desire at his words.
Wasn’t I already his? Hadn’t he stolen me away so that we’d be together forever?
His tongue collided with my pussy once more and I flinched, his flesh hotter than ever. It felt as though it was so hot that it might scorch me.
Just degrees away from causing my skin to blister and burn.
I tried to ignore the nervous feeling in the pit of my belly.
He took his mouth away and leveled his dark, blazing eyes with mine.
“You’re going to come all over my tongue, Kassandra. I’m going to make you scream and beg for more, but I won’t stop until I decide you’ve had enough. Understand?”
I nodded, the anxious roiling of my stomach becoming more present with each passing second. He kissed the top of my mound, his lips just brushing against my clit and I jolted, his skin almost too hot to the touch.
“Master,” I whimpered.
I knew better to tell him that I didn’t want it, because he was going to ravish me anyway.
His mouth latched onto my sopping wet, aroused flesh and I cried out at its molten heat. My hips rose up though, as if they knew I needed more of it. The tip of his tongue danced on my clit, teasing it and edging me closer to orgasm with each passing second.
Liquid fire simmered at my folds. I cried out, the pain quickly warping into more powerful pleasure and soon, I was on the precipice of release. My fingers fisted into the quilt beneath me and my back arched up. My nipples were already pebbled tightly and as I swayed back and forth, my breasts bounced, hot and heavy with passionate desire.
“Oh, God. Please!”
I knew in my heart though, that God wasn’t going to rescue me today.
My thighs trembled, and I struggled to keep my thighs from closing, but I remained firm, knowing he expected full access to my aching pussy.
Higher and higher he edged me. I fought the rise of pleasure, but I should have known it was a useless attempt. He was too strong, his influence over me too intense as I floated on the cliff of the most powerful orgasm I had ever known.
Two fingers surged inside my entrance, tearing me apart like a firebrand.
I stiffened and cried out, tears threatening at the corners of my eyes as pleasure and pain distorted my senses completely.
I hadn’t stood a chance.
My release burst over me like a firestorm. All at once, I was burning, drowning in the throes of an ecstasy so intense that the very breath in my lungs stuck fast in my throat. Every muscle in my body cinched tight, the coil of lust within me shattering into microscopic pieces, never to be put back together again.
He forced one orgasm after the next from my quivering body. I panted to draw in the air I so desperately needed, and still, his tongue tortured my clit.
It grew hotter still.
Every orgasm grew more vicious than the last. Everything started to hurt, the pain beginning at the surface of my skin, traveling deep down until every nerve burned with agony. It was torture, but the most delicious kind and I couldn’t get enough.
He forced me to the edge of another powerful orgasm and just as I was about to come, he pulled back and his fingers went completely still inside my hungry channel.
I cried out forlornly, my skin itching for satisfaction. My inner walls fluttered around his thick knuckles and I begged him to continue. Every inch of my flesh blazed hot and I vaguely wondered if I was burning in the fiery pits of some pleasure chamber in hell.
“Do you want to know the truth, Kassandra?” he asked, his voice hardly above a purr.
“What?” I asked, trying to break through the haze of my throbbing lust to listen to what he had to say. I couldn’t focus, entirely too lost in the throes of pleasure and I simply groaned from the residual ecstasy humming through my veins.
“I’m going to show you.”
My vision dimmed, first turning gray and fading to black, but still, I could feel the throbbing of blood in my veins and I screamed.
I watched as a disjointing series of images flashed before my eyes. My body still in the bed of the asylum. Me fighting the guard in the stairwell at the asylum. The security team waiting in formation on the roof of the building. Me, looking over the edge down to the street below. It was strange, as though I was watching myself do these things, rather than experiencing them myself.
“Are you really here with me, Kassandra? Is this really your own body or is what you’re experiencing now just a piece of you?”
More visions sped by.
I watching as my form looked at the building across the way, the one I’d jumped to and Markos had saved my life, grasping my hand in his and claiming me forever.
Only.
No one was there.
There, on the ledge, I was talking to myself, pleading for my master to save me and protect me.
I cried out as I watched myself jump from one building to the other, begging for Markos to help me escape. The guns behind me popped loudly and I watched almost in slow motion as bullets raced by my body and then, one caught me in the shoulder, throwing my form off balance. I grimaced. It didn’t look like I was going to make it.
I reached toward the other building. Where he should have been to catch me.
Markos wasn’t there. I was completely and utterly alone.
I screamed in terror as I began to fall. I’d never made it. I’d never made the jump. I watched, panicked as my body flew down, plummeting toward the ground with malicious force and I shrieked with fear. The ground grew closer and closer and then, a sickening crunch echoed in the ensuing quiet.
I didn’t want to look, but I had to.
I lay on the ground, a puddle of blood growing beneath my body.
I had died.
No. It couldn’t be true. I wasn’t dead. I couldn’t be.
The vision faded, and I was once more in Markos’ grasp.
“That wasn’t real,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with panic. My tongue felt like cotton and sobs threaten to rack my tenuous and pleasure-ridden body.
“It was very real, my little warrior,” he answered.
“Why do you keep calling me that?” I questioned, trying to hold onto any tendril of sanity that I could. He cocked his head and smiled, the look in his eyes wild and victorious.
“An ancient prophecy once depicted the victory of a very dark force. I am that evil. I’m a vampire, the one and only evil in this world. You, my dear, are the good. The Warrior of Light. I’ve claimed you as my own, I’ve mastered your body and your mind and now I intend to take your soul.”
“My soul?”
“Yes. You died on that pavement, but that didn’t free your soul from my control. Once I master this integral part of you, the prophecy will be complete, and your soul will once again return to your body. You’ll be transformed into exquisite, immortal perfection, unhindered by the weaknesses that plague humanity. Fate will have won, forcing the two of us together forever. You’ll rule the world by my side, as my equal. You have proven your strength and it’s powerful enough to level with mine.”
“No, that can’t be right,” I pleaded, but deep in my heart, it rang true.
“The first part of the prophecy was fulfi
lled when you begged me to fuck the most forbidden place of your body. The moment you came with my cock deep in your ass, my power had begun to take a hold of you. I mastered your body then. The second part came when you begged me to return to you, when you forced the visions of me to continue despite your one chance at freedom. You willingly chose me to return, allowing me the full power to master your mind. Now, I’m going to claim the very last piece of your soul and you’re going to beg me to take it. Once you do, I’ll be able to claim dominion over the entire world.”
I shook. This couldn’t be real. I must be insane. I must have lost my mind. Maybe this was some sort of crazy torture technique only used in the pits of hell.
His tongue lapped against my clit and I shuddered, feeling the intense return of my desire. He teased me, edging me closer and closer until I felt as though I was climbing the walls. I was so desperately close. Just one more second. Just a little bit more pressure and I’d come once more.
It was then I realized that fire blazed all around us, burning hot and threatening to destroy us whole. Ancient magic roiled around us, intensifying the pleasure churning in my veins and I screamed, senseless with my need.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Please, let me come,” I begged, tears raining down my face. His power was too strong, too intense and despite everything within me, I couldn’t fight it anymore. He ravaged me entirely, destroying me into pieces and now, I was never going to be put together again. He had won and I had lost, utterly and completely.
His mouth left my pussy and he towered over me, his palms to either side of my head. His cock nudged at my entrance and he stared into my eyes as his hips surged forward, spearing me with his cock in a single, harsh motion.
My orgasm devastated me.
Bright, piercing hot pleasure sliced through my body. It was as though I’d approached the sun and its rings of fire had devoured me, vaporizing me into a combustible cacophony of searing pleasure and inescapable doom.
I trembled under him, my hips surging up to meet his and I moaned, the sound animalistic and feral even to my own ears.
He roared and that’s when I saw the monster.
His eyes glowed red, the darkness banished by the fire within him. His canines were long and sharp. He gazed down at me, hungry and ravenous. Slowly, he descended down toward my breasts, all the while fucking me just as roughly as ever.
Another orgasm bared my soul to him completely.
His mouth opened wide and with horror, I watched as he bit me, his lips surrounding my nipple. Harrowing panic surged in my veins, but there was little I could do as pleasure held me in its grasp. He drank deep and before long, he moved onto my other breast, biting there too.
Torturous agony pierced through me, but that didn’t stop him.
When he finally pulled away, I watched as trickles of blood dripped down the pale skin of my breasts. He turned toward me, and I saw him begin to watch the veins in my throat. Gulping with trepidation, I lifted my chin and angled my head away, knowing what was expected from me.
“Come,” he demanded.
And I did.
He bit through the vulnerable skin of my throat and in that moment, the sound of thunder rumbled all around us. The air was thick with ancient magic as we fucked, and he suckled from my neck.
I knew then that he had consumed me.
Body. Mind. And soul.
Epilogue
Kassandra
I had taken my prophesized place beside Markos’ side. I understood now that everything he had done to me had been a part of the demands of fate. He was a vampire, and he was also the devil, but now, he was mine. He had claimed me forever and with that, I’d been granted power equal to his own.
I was stronger, faster, and more intelligent than I had ever been, and it was all thanks to him.
I licked my lips, the pointed ends of my canines sharp and present reminders of our undying bond.
Markos and I sat, side by side in an extravagant temple built from stone, gold, and precious gemstones. All around me, the walls glittered from the night sky, the moon bright and everlasting.
The sun hadn’t risen since I’d awoke and become my true self.
The humans lived to worship us. Their lives were easier, simpler, as if they were made to bow down to our whim. It was as though they craved their subjugation.
Through our rule, there was no more war, no more world hunger or insane, power-hungry grabs for control and influence. By taking away the bright allure of freedom and the promise of an individual identity, their lives became peaceful. The world grew green again, the air clear and the oceans clean.
Life on Earth flourished.
Humans were made to kneel before Markos and me in complete submission and offer us total and utter devotion.
They were made to worship us at our feet.
Markos took my hand in his and he beamed in my direction. He was proud of how well I had taken to my role beside him. But I agreed with him. I was made for this.
“You look as radiant as ever, Kassandra,” he said, his voice a gentle hum that ignited every single one of my senses.
“I’m feeling a bit thirsty,” I answered, looking out at all the naked humans kneeling in the temple, heads bowed and murmuring soft prayers in our direction.
Markos clicked his tongue and a beautiful, naked woman scuttled forward, her hands behind her back and her eyes on the floor.
“I have a present for you. I found her hidden away among the masses. She’s a virgin and will likely have the sweetest blood you’ve ever tasted,” he replied, and I shivered with desire. My mouth watered at such a treat.
He took the woman’s hand and maneuvered her between us. I edged forward, threading my fingers through her hair and pulling her head back, exposing her pale, delectable throat. I kissed her neck, tracing my tongue along her skin and purring at the sweet taste.
Markos bared his teeth and I did mine.
The saccharine taste of her blood rushed over the surface of my tongue and I moaned low in my throat.
“Be careful not to drink too deeply, Kassandra, because though her blood may taste sweet, her worship will be even sweeter,” Markos warned, although his tone was warm, open, and full of love for me.
“I will. Together, we’ll rule the world for the rest of its days,” I answered.
“I love you, my warrior,” Markos breathed, and my heart grew full to bursting.
“I love you too, Markos,” I whispered, meaning every word.
I bit down on the virgin’s throat, taking one last deep mouthful of her sweetness.
Now, we consumed the world together.
Forever.
The End
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