Earn your food +18

Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so if it's immoral for you to be reading it, please avoid it! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

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—Lucius

Back to my dilemma...

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Before the demon's company, I had her horrible company. I quickly learned that my Mistress was a terrible creature. As soon as I woke, that curse of my kind fell upon me. We called it the Compulsion.

Newborn vampires would have rampaged if given half a chance, would have harmed their food source of blood as well.

Nature, or divinity - whichever one a man chose to believe in - had an answer for this. A vampire's Sire held absolute authority over their children. The Sire's word was law and could not be disobeyed in any capacity.

I learned that very well and very harshly. Within a week, she had taken me, traveling at night to an underground nightmare of a place. It was a crypt she had used for safety during the days, and she smiled when she had me there.

"This is where you'll stay for a time, little lion. Stand right here against this wall." She pointed to a place that was the safest of the crypt. Even if there was a collapse, I would have been shielded from the sun's rays. "Now, I have a meeting to keep, and I don't need a fledgling following me to it. You are to stand exactly as you are until I return and release you, understood?"

I had already started to realize that my body obeyed her no matter what my will was. It happened without my thinking about it, that obedience, and I hated it more than anything already. "Yes, Mistress." I intoned the words respectfully, as she had also commanded.

She left with a nod of satisfaction, and she did not come back for days.

I would never know how long it was. My vampire muscles cramped from standing straight for so long when the newly born strength was dying to be used. But I barely noticed that fact at all because I quickly had all of my attention taken with something else.

Hunger. Thirst. It ruled every part of my being. It was the worst thing I had ever experienced, an insatiable hole in my stomach.

My teeth elongated in animal need, my eyes burned, and I was blinded, snapping my teeth. I tried to focus on anything besides that terrible feeling, but there was nothing else to focus on.

I could not sleep through this suffering, couldn't so much as move from that wall.

I could smell her when she finally approached the crypt, and the scent of my Sire's blood made me salivate, made me pant with frenzy. She grinned when she saw me, and I snapped my teeth.

"Hello, little lion. You won't be needing those murderous intentions for a while yet, pretty boy. You'll be at my vein for a long time. Now, I imagine you would like some of..."

I groaned as soon as she slit her wrist, using one of those nails of hers, and held it over a glass. The scent was so strong, so desired by my body, that it hurt me to smell it, actually hurt me. But I couldn't even think straight enough to beg. Astarte laughed at my suffering.

"Look at me, little lion." I was forced to turn my gaze and attention to hers, as broken as both were. Even when she held the glass to my nose and I choked on bile and my mouth went dry as a desert, my attention was compulsively forced to her.

"You have to earn your food. Every drink you have will come with my permission forever. Every second of relief is a gift from me. You will learn that. Now, you are going to show me that you understand by stripping naked and kneeling as my slave. We are going to have a nice, long session where you eat me out and we f*ck a few times. If you service me well, I will allow you the glass to drink. If you impress me, I will even offer you another glass. But if I don't feel your hunger in every stroke of your c*ck and every thrust of your tongue in my c*nt, then I will leave for another meeting and who knows when I will be back? Kneel and thank me for my kindness."

I was forced to obey, near to tears. How had I fallen so low in that one night, what felt like eternity ago? How had I gone from being a death toll that rivaled a small plague to that?

I begged her to let me worship at her pussy and her *sshole and it was more than heartfelt. The sooner she gave them to me, the sooner I could pleasure her and slake some of the eternal thirst in my being. I thanked her when she finally graced me with her s*x on my face while I knelt.

I worked her for everything I had and it turned out that starvation for a vampire was even more of an incentive than the pain she had given me as a human.

I f*cked her on my tongue, and I did every trick she commanded as soon as she commanded it. She came, crying out above me, over and over on my face.

And she used a riding crop on me when she had me f*ck her from behind, like an animal. She smacked me with it, hard bites of the cruel leather, as if I were a prized stallion. "No orgasms permitted when you're earning food, fledgling."

By that time I didn't even care. My c*ck turned to that impossible hardness where I was trapped in the state of being about to cum and unable to achieve it because her word was law.

But the pain was almost a slight distraction from the thirst. And she tapped the crop back against me cruelly. "Harder, little lion. I know you have more in you."

I obeyed. And I earned both glasses, though it was only just enough to take the edge off my hunger madness and nowhere near enough to satisfy.

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