2 - First Blood

            Alex and Lauren led DeeDee to a luxury hotel a few blocks away.  Lauren took charge with the lady at the counter and arranged for a suite for the rest of the week and the weekend.  One of the other perks of being a vampire, Lauren later explained, is the ability to acquire a great deal of wealth.

            The three of them entered an elevator along with two other women who were dressed as if they went to the theater or some other formal affair.  Alex gazed hungrily towards them.  He felt Lauren take his hand, and she whispered into his ear.  “Don’t be greedy,” she said softly.  “There’s plenty of time for you now.”  He nodded with understanding, but he didn’t want to let these two beauties escape him either.  “Are you staying in town long?” he asked.

            One of the women, with curly brown hair and deep dark eyes, answered.  “For a couple days.  We’re here for the lawyer’s conference across the street.”

            Heartened by the news, Alex pressed a little further.  “And what room are you staying in?”

            Again the dark-haired woman answered.  “1842.”  Her companion, who was taller and fairer, was surprised that Sara was revealing that information to a total stranger.  Caitlin started to say something when Lauren interjected, “You have nothing to worry about.”  Lauren’s eyes sparkled, and the blond-haired attorney stopped, with only a slight gasp escaping her lips.

            The elevator doors opened at the eighteenth floor, and Sara and Caitlin stepped out.

            “It was nice meeting you,” Sara offered.

            “I hope we’ll run into each other again,” Alex said.  As the doors closed, he added, “I’m sure we will.”

            Lauren leaned against Alex, one arm draped over his shoulder and the other sliding down his stomach towards his crotch.  “I knew I made a good choice with you.  You’re going to make such a fun partner.”  He felt a fleeting but intense shiver as she nibbled on his earlobe while squeezing his hardening prick through his pants.

            All the while, DeeDee stood by silently, enamored by the vampiric couple embracing each other in the elevator.

            “So what do you think?” Lauren asked as they strolled around the suite.

Alex had never been in a hotel room so large or elegant in his life.  It reminded him of something out of a movie.  There was an oversized four-poster bed, and full-length windows along the entire wall, looking out on a balcony over the harbor.  The bathroom had a dual-head shower and a separate whirlpool tub which was big enough for at least two, if not three people.  (By the end of the week, he determined the capacity was definitely three.)  And the closet was larger than most hotel rooms.

“It’ll do,” he joked.  He jumped on the bed like a kid, smiling gleefully.  “It’s fantastic is what it is.  Just like you.”

“I’m glad you like it.  It’s yours for the week.  After that, we’ll find you a permanent place to live, after we’ve set you up with my financial advisor.”  She explained that she would be giving him a piece of her fortune so he could adjust to his new condition without any other concerns.  She said that one of the problems new-bloods often encounter is trying to keep up their old life while getting used to their new vampiric existence.  That usually got them into trouble, either because they neglected their new heritage, or they abused their power in their old world.  Either way, they attracted attention, which was the bane of the vampires’ continued survival.  “As long as people think we’re just legends, the safer we all are.”

            Lauren told him that after her creator brought her over, he advised her to never turn someone unless she could provide for her “offspring.”  Her creator was particularly insistent about this advice, considering they were living at the height of the Great Depression.  Lauren’s “father” was one of only about 20 American vampires who survived the Depression because most of the others didn’t have the resources to conceal themselves.  She told him that because of their collective experience, the vampire population in this country—which is back up to a few thousand—is entirely composed of millionaires.

            “And one more thing,” Lauren said seriously.  “As you’ll recall, you were unconscious when I turned you.  That’s so you wouldn’t learn the secret of creation.  In our society, new-bloods are fostered for a few weeks by their “parent,” and then observed from afar for a couple years or so.  If you thrive, you are initiated into the society and given the secret of creation.”

            “And if I don’t?”

            Lauren’s eyes darkened.  “It depends.  Some younglings are allowed to go on, effectively sterile but relatively harmless.  Others are terminated, so they don’t endanger themselves or the society.”

            Lauren changed outfits, putting on a simple midnight-blue twinset, with a knee-length black velvet skirt.  “Well, my dear, I’m going out for a few hours so I don’t intrude on your fun.  Enjoy yourself, and trust your instincts.”  She waved goodbye as she disappeared out the door.  Alex, now alone with DeeDee, searched his mind for the various fantasies he had concocted over the years.  Before, they had been sufficient to get him through masturbating sessions.  Tonight, he was actually going to live them out.

            He examined DeeDee, who was sitting on a sofa with a virtually expressionless stare.  The only evidence that she wasn’t unconscious—aside from her eyes being open—was the bright flush of her cheeks and the quick pulse in her throat.  He understood from Lauren’s lectures that these were signs of her body’s response to his sexual powers.  If he gave her too much stimulation from his scent and his kiss and his come, he could burn her out.  Fortunately, he thought, this woman looks like she’s in excellent shape, and besides, humans are very resilient creatures.  He sat up on the edge of the bed.  He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt.  Then he stopped undressing himself and turned his attention to undressing DeeDee.

            “DeeDee,” he said, startling her to attention.  “I want you to strip for me.”  He reached over to the stereo built into the headboard and turned the dial.  He stopped when he found a station playing soft rock.  Percy Sledge, singing “When A Man Loves A Woman,” was just starting.  DeeDee’s body started swaying gently to the music as she stood up.  Her eyes closed, and she lost herself in his commands.  She started by untucking the tight blue top.  Alex had noticed that ever since he controlled her, DeeDee’s nipples had been visibly hard, trying to pierce the thin fabric that was the only layer of clothing she had on.  (“Two women in two nights who don’t wear bras,” he thought joyfully.)

Her hands took hold at the bottom of the camisole, and she lifted it past her breasts and over her head before dropping it behind her.  Next, she undid the buttons at the side of her skirt, which she sensually pushed down her slim hips until gravity took over.  DeeDee was wearing garters under the skirt, which were fastened to black thigh-high stockings.  He shivered at the sight of this woman, caught up in the throes of a passion induced by his new power.  She unclipped the garters and rolled first one stocking and then the other down the length of her shapely legs.  Even though she couldn’t have been more than five foot two, Alex felt like it took an eternity for her to bare her legs for him.  Finally, she slid off the garters and her bikini panties.  He watched as DeeDee pushed her hands along the insides of her thighs as she removed her underwear, leaving her fingers shimmering with her musky nectar.  If it was possible, she was more turned on from obeying Alex’s command to strip for him than he was from watching her do it.

            “That’s very nice,” he said as she stood in the center of the room, illuminated by the silvery light from the full moon.  “Now come to your master.”  DeeDee eagerly started to step towards him before he held up his hand.  “Crawl to me, DeeDee.  I want to see you in your proper position as my slave.”

            DeeDee immediately dropped to her hands and knees, and she lowered her head in submission.  Her braid fell over one shoulder and dangled between her small but rounded breasts.  Alex watched as she looked up occasionally, seeking a sign of pleasure from her master.  He saw the need in her eyes, a need that only he could satiate.  DeeDee reached the foot of the bed.  Her head was at the same level as Alex’s dick, which yearned to be freed from captivity.  DeeDee’s eyes flashed to the bulge in his pants, and then up to his eyes.  He nodded slightly and smiled.  Permission was granted.  “Have you ever given head?” Alex asked.

            She nodded.  “My boyfriend... I mean my ex-boyfriend... I mean, well, he made me do it.”  She stammered through her explanation as she efficiently undid Alex’s slacks and pulled them off.  She told him that she had sucked off a former boyfriend because he told her to, and then he got upset when she gagged and didn’t swallow his come.  In fact, that was the reason he gave her for breaking up with her.  “But he was much smaller than you, Master.”  She blushed after she said it, wondering if he would appreciate the flattery.

            DeeDee’s hands traveled up Alex’s legs to the waistband of his briefs, making sure to gently caress his cock, pressing against the cotton fabric.  His full length sprang to attention as she pulled off his shorts.  She may have been trying to flatter her master, but her statement was entirely accurate.  She had never seen a cock this big before.  Even Alex was surprised by his erection.  One of the changes his body had undergone since his transformation.  His shaft was enormous, as well as now being ultra-sensitive.  Her soft caress, her loving kisses, and even her cool breath send waves of sexual sensation through him.  It was like he now had a lightning rod for sexual electricity.  DeeDee strained to wrap her lips around the huge shaft.  Once she got it into her mouth, though, she worked him like a pro.  (He learned from her later that after that first initiation with the jerk, she did some “research” on the Internet about how guys like their blowjobs, and she even practiced with certain fruits and vegetables so she could get used to deep throating.)  When her lips slid along the underside of his shaft, the friction was electric.  And the suction she created as she pumped him was unimaginable for Alex.

            One more surprise came to Alex as his pleasure grew.  Once DeeDee got him to the point where he was used to climaxing uncontrollably, he could hold it and let the pleasure build further.  In fact, as he tingled with the erotic thrills her oral ministrations were giving him, she worked him quicker and more enthusiastically, waiting to be rewarded with his seed.  Finally, he could resist no longer.  The climax ripped through him, and he flooded his slave with his come.

            When the first drop rolled over her lips, the most intense orgasm DeeDee had ever felt exploded within her.  And as the cumming torrents continued, she climaxed uncontrollably, her mind flooded by pleasure.  The drug within his semen was playing havoc with her body, mind and soul.  She was literally addicted to Alex now, and she would never be the same again.  Alex inhaled deeply, smelling the powerful scent of her wetness, dripping down her legs.  He also noticed an even more intoxicating aroma.  It called to him.  Although DeeDee was trembling from the orgasms that kept ripping through her, she was conscious enough to know that he wanted her next to him on the bed.  She brought herself up close to him, and her hands meekly pulled his head to her chest.

            She felt the stings of his fangs as the pierced the pliant flesh of her breast.  The pain was gone in an instant, replaced by fiery bliss.  Her mind was awash with pleasure, and an intense desire for the man who drank from her.

            When he pulled away, his lips rimmed with her blood, she saw that he was hard again.  Her first thought was to go down on his again, but he didn’t give her the opportunity.  Instead, he pushed her down and plunged his cock into her silky womanhood.  Instantly, DeeDee was ripped by another orgasm, followed by another each time he pumped into her.  Her muscles clutched at his hardness, holding him as he stroked deep inside her and threatening not to let go.

            DeeDee gasped unintelligibly, unable to express coherent thoughts.  Alex was equally caught up by the powerful feelings.  His first sex as a vampire caught him off-guard.  He could feel another climax building, and he was sure it would be more powerful than any mortal orgasm he had ever experienced.

            Alex’s body tensed, and then he flooded DeeDee’s insides with his semen.  Again, DeeDee was overwhelmed by his sheer sexual power.  She screamed from the sensation, her body shaking until she was literally exhausted.  Finally, she simply couldn’t handle the pleasure any longer, and she passed out.

            As he pulled his spent cock from his slave’s sex, Alex watched her chest rise and fall in shallow breaths.  No longer serving his need, she was virtually unconscious on the mattress, where she would sleep until daybreak.

            Alex was charged up like never before.  He was riding the biggest high he had ever experienced, more than he could even have imagined.  And although he had drunk deeply of DeeDee’s blood, unbelievably laced with the tangy taste of sexual endorphins, it wasn’t enough to quench his desire.  So he got up, put on a white cotton bathrobe supplied by the hotel, took his card key, and headed towards the elevator.  Somewhere on the eighteenth floor, he thought, are two beautiful attorneys in need of serving a literal vampire.

 

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