Chapter 178 - Zenzele, My Captor part 5

"Wake!" Zenzele exclaimed, and then she smacked me with some sort of braided leather strap.

I lurched, my cheek stinging where she had struck me. I was disoriented, unsure where I was or how I had gotten there, then it all came rushing back. I was not home in my lodge in the Tanti village, as I had been dreaming. I was in the camp of the vampire slavers. I was a slave, sworn to the blood drinker who had vanquished me. The life that I had enjoyed the last three years was gone now. Lost in a single disastrous defeat.

My mistress stood over me, glaring. "You are the last to rise," she said. "Are you going to be a lazy servant?"

"No, no," I mumbled, and I started to sit up.

"I did not tell you to stand," she said, pushing me back down with one of her bare feet. She glanced around the tent, making sure that we were alone, then used her toe to push the covers off my body.

I lay staring up at her, uncertain what she wanted of me, but I need not have worried what I should do to please her. Hers was the dominant role. She intended to take what she desired from me.

Her toe slid up my inner thigh and caught against the fabric of my loincloth. She wriggled the tip of her toe beneath the edge of it and pushed it aside.

"Make it hard," she commanded, gazing down at my organ, and her sensuous lips quirked up a little at the corners.

"Well?" she said after a moment.

She sighed as if with annoyance and then used the silky pad of her foot to stroke the belly of my cock. It leapt quickly to attention. I gulped, then grasped ahold of my bedding as she stepped across my thighs and squatted down over me. She took hold of my organ and stood it upright, then lowered her body upon it.

I groaned.

"Quiet," she hissed.

The opening of her organ was tight. I would have said unnaturally tight if she were a mortal woman, but I had never coupled with a female vampire. Perhaps they were all this resistant to intrusion. I tried to peek between her thighs, but she was still dressed in the red tunic she had put on the night before. Her genitals were hidden from my sight. Still, I could feel that there was something abnormal about her organ. Her vulva was too smooth. The opening too small.

She pressed down, making a soft sound of effort, and then her body enveloped me all at once. She sank down upon me, cold and silky, swallowed me to the hilt.

She closed her eyes and rocked her hips, riding me as she'd ridden her beast the previous night-- the creature she'd called a "horse". I moved to caress her thighs and she smacked my hands away, and then she leaned forward and settled her palms upon my chest.

Head down, eyes squeezed shut, she impaled herself on me again and again. Her movements grew increasingly forceful as if she sought to do violence to herself, and then she groaned, and I felt the walls of her pussy begin to rhythmically convulse. She dug her nails into the flesh of my chest, her arms and legs twitching, and then she opened her eyes and looked down at me.

"Cum inside me," she commanded. She ground her groin upon me, wriggling her lower body back and forth. "Do it now! Like a mortal man!" she hissed.

I arched my head back, jaw dropping open, and she clamped her palm over my mouth.

"Do it!"

I howled into her palm as I exploded inside her, but she didn't stop, she kept twisting her organ around and around, and the pleasure surged with each rotation, wave after dizzying wave. I dreamed--! I dreamed of you! I thought incoherently. The words echoed inside my skull, sounding over and over. The lake. Ours souls entwined in chilly starlight. I dreamed of you. I dreamed of you.

And then she ducked her head down and put her lips to mine, her mouth as cold as ice, but it was soft, too. Yielding. Our fangs scraped lightly together. Her tongue flicked out, and she tasted what she'd kissed.

"I dreamed of you," she whispered, and then she rose, my cock sliding out of her abruptly. I yelped, startled by her brusqueness. I did not want to be released so quickly, but she was finished with me.

"Do not speak of this with any of the others," she said over her shoulder. "You are woefully ignorant of the troubles you have caused."