A Hasty Ride (18+)

Darren's POV

Though there were always cases here and there of vampires becoming Reapers, they were the first clan to all turn to their animalistic side.

She was the youngest and after we managed to kill off her clan, no one wanted to take her in. So I took her in and made her change her last name to King, with her clan name added to her middle name upon her request so that it was never forgotten. As I walked out of my study and shut the door, I saw her bob her head of brown hair in my way.

"Welcome back sir. How were last night's adventures? I trust that they were as exciting as usual."

She said all this with a smirk on her face as she drew closer to me, pressing a hand on my chest and pulling my arm around her with the other hand.

When I had taken her in, she was roughly twenty and had never experienced anything other than being under lock and key. And then one night, she crept into my room to lay beside me. She made me act out one of my dreams as she kissed me while she lay on top of me.

And as sex-starved as I was then, I didn't hold back.

Unfortunately, as she wasn't of royal blood, she couldn't bear my offspring. And since then, she came into my room whenever she wanted and we would have sex. Sometimes, we would tear the house down when we had sex in other places. Now, she's over a hundred years but never once let her appearance change to look any older just to satisfy me.

With her hand still on my chest, I kissed her lips and made a slight cut to drain a bit of blood. Then I hugged her before we headed downstairs to the kitchen.

"It was as amazing as always, Kristin. It's been a while since you've stepped out. Say, ten years?"

"My duty is to you, Lord King. So I hardly see any reason to leave here."

"Hmm. As you wish."

As we walked into the kitchen, she brought out a freshly baked Cozonac filled with sweet walnut paste and some raisins. She knows me to be a sugar freak, so she mixed in some chocolate in the flour. She served it with scrambled eggs and pineapple juice.

I smiled at her and she walked around me, kissing my neck before grabbing a seat beside me.

Halfway through my meal, Kristin got up and began to massage my shoulders.

"You know, I was all alone last night. It's been a while since I've had you to myself."

"So what are you suggesting? You want me now? In the middle of my meal?"

"Not exactly. Just relax and go on with your food."

She crawled under the table and tore my jeans to shreds, grabbing my cock the moment it was free. I was slightly enraged but decided to push her punishment off and just let her enjoy this moment.

She stroked me for a while before kissing the head of my cock and rolling the tip of her tongue in my slit. She swallowed my whole length in one go, gagging only a little bit.

I shoved the remaining eggs with a slice of bread into my mouth and downed it with a full glass of pineapple juice. I pushed the table away before resting my back on the chair and gripping the armrests. 

She pulled down what was left of my jeans and sucked my balls into her mouth. With her free hand, she tore off her gown to reveal her naked skin and wet cunt. As she deep-throated me, I moaned softly; her head game was always spectacular.

I looked down into her eyes and watched as she sucked me with so much gusto. Throwing my head back, I stretched my hand to the back of her head and applied a little pressure, aiding her to take my dick deeper each time.

After soaking my dick in the wetness of her mouth, she climbed unto the table and set her ass just at the edge. I got up and eased myself into position just behind her, with my dick rubbing the lips of her already wet core. I held onto her waist and pushed my dick into her, one inch at a time.

I heard her moan into the table and I pressed my hand on her head, shutting her up immediately. Full of enthusiasm and energy, I stretched her pussy out; filling her up and emptying her again. I kept on going as I increased my speed slowly but surely.

I bent forward and ran kisses on her back, with my lips gently grazing the side of her breasts. Her legs began to shake so I raised them up and made her kneel on the table. She rested her hips on her legs, arching her back before spreading her legs wider.

It was an uncomfortable position but vampires were flexible enough for a lot of things, adding the fact that this isn't the first time she's done something like this.

One hand on her waist and the other holding the table to keep it from sliding forward, I pounded her pussy harder than before, thrusting in till the end.

She was free to moan and she called out my name as I felt her pussy clench on my cock. I stayed still for a few moments as I enjoyed the feeling of her pussy all wrapped around my dick.

Resuming my deep thrusts, I heard a voice call out from the living room.

"Lord King. Lord King, are you there?"

It was the butler of the Decker clan, the head of the vampires.

He had this British accent that was slightly annoying and a name that was just passable, Barton Colt. He only contacted me when there was an important meeting of vampires that I had to attend. I wondered what it was this time since the Annual Clan Convergence (ACC) was almost a year away.

He appeared in a semi-physical form as the array set in the mansion allowed it. There was one for each group; werewolves, vampires and witches. And as always, I was contacted mostly by the vampires and hardly ever by the witches.