A VAMPIRE’S GAME
by
Peter Dawes
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A Vampire’s Game
Why I never thought of the finer uses of the female body before this, I shall never know, but I was depriving myself the fullness of immortal indulgence by not exploring more than the blood of my victims prior to that night. I suppose it was an old habit born from my more conscience-laden days; I had to consume the bloody things in order to survive and that much could not be avoided. To fully seduce them, beyond being my next meal? Perish the thought.
I issued all the repentance of a saint once I realized I had been astray.
As I said, it was my folly, and had my brothers Robin or Timothy taught me any different I might have entertained the notion sooner. The idea was planted by Rose, of all people, my coven sister and preferred partner for those times when a vampire male needed to scratch that particular itch. She was the first person I had fucked after being turned and trysts with her were only eclipsed by those rare times my maker would set her seductive wiles upon me. As it was, I took company with Rose the most, and for very good reason. The woman knew how to pleasure a man.
She had me lying on my stomach one evening, her sharp nails digging into my back, eliciting moans as she teased me with foreplay. Cold lips and a wet tongue traced the cuts in my flesh while my hungry fangs remained exposed, desperate for their own target. As I said, she could pleasure a man, and she had this one in particular quite aroused by the time she broke the silence.
“I do so love being a vampire,” she said. “Don’t you, Flynn?”
Groaning with approval, I felt her breasts press against my back as her teeth nipped at my shoulder. “Far more than words can adequately express at the moment, dear Rose,” I said, my voice nearly a growl. “You are set to drive me mad.”
“Can one drive Flynn madder than he already is?” The points of her fangs raked dangerously close to my neck.
I tensed briefly against the sharp, jabbing pain, and the moment I relaxed only made my arousal even more consuming. “That is certainly one way to find out.”
“You are delicious, dark brother.” Rose lifted from my back and cackled, sounding like some capricious witch as her fingernails found purchase on my sides and clawed deep enough to make me bleed. “This is why I prefer your company. Robin loathes the pain and these finite mortals we have our dalliances with…” She groaned, sounding erotically forlorn. “… Oh we can toy and scratch, but they break so easy. They can’t experience this the way we do.” Her tongue licked across my ear. “Can they?”
Her nails dug deeper into my flesh. I moaned, eyes rolling back and body all but writhing. “Blast it to hell, Rose, how long will you torture me?”
“How long would you like?”
She applied more pressure. I hissed against the sharp waves of agony. “Any more than that and you shall not have the chance to fuck me properly.” Rose relaxed and I paused to indulge in a steadying breath. “You actually fuck mortals like this?”
“Oh yes, like this and worse. They’re already good as dead by the time they’re this close to us, after all. Might as well not let them go to waste.” I felt her shift, her body sliding down enough for her to suck at the wounds she had inflicted. “They don’t revel in the pain, though. I have to glamor them for them to even play along. Such a deprived existence, isn’t it?”
“Yes… deprived.” I winced as a fang scratched at my back. “I confess I usually… prefer the taste of fear.”