Draco
by
(Diana Freedman)
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Published by Diana Freedman
Copyright 2011 Diana Freedman
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Whenever I emerge from the sewers underneath Beverly Hills, there were two things on my mind: Food, or more correctly, blood – and sex. The former gives me the energy to continue my lifestyle and the latter – well, let’s just say it’s fun, as well as being a free way to spruce up my three-hundred-year old appearance.
I did have a tendency to look rough whenever I’d been underground for a while. My ultimate goal was to find someone who wanted to be with me, just as me, permanently. You see, I was stuck in a sort of Portrait of Dorian Grey crossed with the book, Beauty and the Beast, mode.
Quite frankly, I always looked shitty at first, but after a couple of days of heavy sex and lots of life-renewing blood, I could even be called handsome. Unfortunately, I kept on having to do it all over again each time I came up from the depths, but that’s life – or more correctly death – as a vampire.
I wasn’t one of those suck-them-dry and let them die sorts. I actually liked people. But, I loved women. You can hardly keep a more permanent arrangement if you keep killing off your food source. Know what I mean?
For now, I skulked along the edges of a deserted warehouse (yes, they do have a few warehouses in Beverly Hills), towards my modern high-rise apartment. When I first saw the new building I bought a unit immediately, because it was perfectly suited to me and management left me alone. Before entering my building I did a once over check to make sure that I hadn’t left anything in the sewers, or at least what I had on me wasn’t enough to shock the doorman.
Looking down, I could feel that my cock and balls were ready for some much-needed action so without ‘further delay’ as the news anchors on TV were always blathering about, I said ‘good evening’ to the doorman, punched the elevator button, and ascended to my penthouse.
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I unlocked the door to my condo then closed it once I was inside. First stop was always a special mirror which I’d purchased from an antique store a century ago. It never lied, and with anticipation, I peeled off my clothes and threw them on the floor. Contrary to popular folklore about vampires, they can see their own reflections. This mirror was special, because it saw more – what I looked like to others, as well as what I could look like in the near future.
Freed from their confines, my cock now stood erect and as I cupped my balls I felt the softness of the skin down there and how fast it seemed to regenerate. I was a legend on the club circuit because of my ability to remain stiff for hours, as well as the ability to come at least a dozen times in one night. Despite offers of a three way (or more), I preferred to stick to one partner.
I knew that I needed to soften my skin because the humid and dank air of the sewers, although full of moisture, was disgusting, and even though I’m a vampire, I like to be clean. After a shower I went and sat on a large leather chair which faced out over the city of Los Angeles. This period of time – the first few hours of being above ground – was the best time of all.
I sat with, my legs hanging over each arm of the chair, and massaged the lightly scented oil into my thighs, then around my cock and balls, which because they weren’t immediately satisfied, had deflated. It didn’t take much to get them going again as I used my hand, gently at first – up and down my now stiff rod – and then more rapidly as the first climax built and built until I exploded like fireworks and lay there, satiated for a few minutes. Every night, the first time I have sex, it leaves me wanting more and more as the evening progresses.
I sat there, dreaming away, when a light knock on the door woke me from my fantasies. I knew who it was – my female servant was here to do some simple housekeeping tasks. I had hypnotized her initially to forget what she saw, or experienced, every time she came to my apartment. I paid her well for those services, and on occasion, others.
She often served as my first meal as well, and this night I had use of her for both of those services – sex and food. When under hypnosis, she remained unaware of my presence and didn’t even remember it.
I never left any damage that couldn’t be explained away by a ‘rash’ or some other thing on her neck.
She went into the bedchamber and turned down the sheets, which is something she did every night whether I was there or not. Because I was already, and rather conveniently, naked, I went up to her and spun her around so she was facing me, pulled down her panties and thrust into her until I felt her warm tunnel clutch onto me, then I kept thrusting and thrusting until I climaxed once again.