First Hunger
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S through Z › Van Helsing
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
Views:
6,968
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
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Release
Title: First Hunger – Chapter 11: Release
Author: Anukk
Rating: NC-17, sex between three characters.
Disclaimer: Don´t own the Characters of "Van Helsing", this fic is only for entertainment-purposes and I make no profit of this
Chapter 11: Release
My maker hadn´t promised too much, when he explained me that he still cared for me. While he showed me just how much he seemed to appreciate my company, I couldn´t get rid of the sense of déjá vu.
Here I lay again under the hands and this teasing tongue of Dracula, lazily playing with my jugular vein. Somehow, there was something missing. Suddenly, I became aware of Dracula´s possessive grip around my wrist and then I knew what troubled my mind.
It had been literally ages, that I had taken a woman, having control over someone. It was very easy to submit to Dracula´s hungry touches and actions…but I started to slightly feel humiliated with the lack of any dominance.
I missed the feeling of pleasing another body and mind that would twist and turn under my hands, depending on my touch and will.
Of course my master realized that my mind was elsewhere, and so he gently invaded my thoughts to learn what was troubling me. He slightly grinned in understanding and temporarily stopped his strokes to concentrate for a moment.
Just a minute later, someone softly knocked at the door to ask for entrance.
It was Johanna.
Dracula obviously had used his mind-link to contact his other child and he had ordered her to accompany us.
Still stunned and a bit shocked about a third person in the room, watching us, I looked at Johanna.
With an affectionate smile she softly lay beside me and raised one hand to trace the muscles of my upper arm.
I never have seen the true beauty in her until now. I had been too preoccupied with self-pity over the last weeks that I had spent in her company. With an apologetic look into her eyes, I turned towards her. She instantly accepted my silent apology and smiled in understanding.
When I shifted my position to turn my attention towards my sister-in-blood, her full breasts - still covered with a tight shirt - brushed against my chest. I realized the heavy starvation of my body for female physical contact when my hands grabbed her shirt to rip it open carelessly.
The curved beauty of a woman promised me of what was to come and with a hungry deep growl in my throat, I dipped down my head to lick an erect nipple.
The combination of a moaning woman in my arms and my master behind my back, watching and touching me, awakened an unknown pleasure in me. Here I lay, in the arms of two beautiful creatures. And I was allowed to do anything to them without endangering to hurt or harm them. The infinity of possibilities aroused a feeling of dark temptation in me and I was willing to give in.
The moans of the immortal woman in my arms increased with the speed of my rhythm.
Dracula had not been able to keep his hands off me, either. I could feel the playful touch of his fingers between my thighs and his left hand possessively rested on my hip. My master massaged my erected member in a lazy kind of way that drove me wild with the wish for a powerful release.
“Johanna…I…,” I murmured between gasps. I was dangerously close to cum all over the sheets and craved her warmth to enfold me.
My sister-in-blood could feel the swirl of need that raged in me. She helped me to find a proper position and with a painful ache in my groin, I crawled on top of her warm body, steadying her with one hand on her back.
Dracula knew what I needed now: A female body to possess, to indulge in flesh and blood without shame.
He slowly retreated into a dark corner of the grand bedroom and seemed content to be the observer for this night.
Johanna was a true complement for me. With gentle touches and in utter submission, she gave herself to me and did not wince when I entered her welcoming warmth with a hard thrust. The girl skillfully adjusted to my rhythm and together, we forgot everything around us: This room, this world and even our master was far away during these precious and blissful moments.
Just when I felt the exquisite pain of orgasm take hold of my body, the heavy wooden door to our bedroom violently flew open. A group of approximately ten vampires stood on the threshold, all of them looking at us with the flaring ice-blue eyes of an immortal.
“You debased our master, Lucien…,” one of them started to speak. Obviously the leader of this group, this vampire was extraordinarily small and wore an arrogant expression on his face.
“You are only guests here, this is not your city…,” he continued his speech and bared his fangs at Johanna and me.
Clearing his thought, Vlad emerged from the shadows and positioned himself just in front of the bed, protecting Johanna and me from the vampire group´s fierce stares.
“If I may enlighten you…,” he began to address the group with a superior sound in his voice.
“It was me who had to deal with this pitiful master of yours.” He smiled at them with false politeness.
The children of Lucien had unconsciously taken a step back at the appearance of Dracula. They knew exactly who and what was standing in front of them. Still, their leader stubbornly lifted his chin towards the vampire master, not ready to capitulate.
“Then it is you who will have to pay for this.” His arrogant, still childish voice hissed.
He lunged forward, ready to attack Dracula with a wooden stake that he had hidden in the pocket of his heavy leather jacket…
TBC
Author: Anukk
Rating: NC-17, sex between three characters.
Disclaimer: Don´t own the Characters of "Van Helsing", this fic is only for entertainment-purposes and I make no profit of this
Chapter 11: Release
My maker hadn´t promised too much, when he explained me that he still cared for me. While he showed me just how much he seemed to appreciate my company, I couldn´t get rid of the sense of déjá vu.
Here I lay again under the hands and this teasing tongue of Dracula, lazily playing with my jugular vein. Somehow, there was something missing. Suddenly, I became aware of Dracula´s possessive grip around my wrist and then I knew what troubled my mind.
It had been literally ages, that I had taken a woman, having control over someone. It was very easy to submit to Dracula´s hungry touches and actions…but I started to slightly feel humiliated with the lack of any dominance.
I missed the feeling of pleasing another body and mind that would twist and turn under my hands, depending on my touch and will.
Of course my master realized that my mind was elsewhere, and so he gently invaded my thoughts to learn what was troubling me. He slightly grinned in understanding and temporarily stopped his strokes to concentrate for a moment.
Just a minute later, someone softly knocked at the door to ask for entrance.
It was Johanna.
Dracula obviously had used his mind-link to contact his other child and he had ordered her to accompany us.
Still stunned and a bit shocked about a third person in the room, watching us, I looked at Johanna.
With an affectionate smile she softly lay beside me and raised one hand to trace the muscles of my upper arm.
I never have seen the true beauty in her until now. I had been too preoccupied with self-pity over the last weeks that I had spent in her company. With an apologetic look into her eyes, I turned towards her. She instantly accepted my silent apology and smiled in understanding.
When I shifted my position to turn my attention towards my sister-in-blood, her full breasts - still covered with a tight shirt - brushed against my chest. I realized the heavy starvation of my body for female physical contact when my hands grabbed her shirt to rip it open carelessly.
The curved beauty of a woman promised me of what was to come and with a hungry deep growl in my throat, I dipped down my head to lick an erect nipple.
The combination of a moaning woman in my arms and my master behind my back, watching and touching me, awakened an unknown pleasure in me. Here I lay, in the arms of two beautiful creatures. And I was allowed to do anything to them without endangering to hurt or harm them. The infinity of possibilities aroused a feeling of dark temptation in me and I was willing to give in.
The moans of the immortal woman in my arms increased with the speed of my rhythm.
Dracula had not been able to keep his hands off me, either. I could feel the playful touch of his fingers between my thighs and his left hand possessively rested on my hip. My master massaged my erected member in a lazy kind of way that drove me wild with the wish for a powerful release.
“Johanna…I…,” I murmured between gasps. I was dangerously close to cum all over the sheets and craved her warmth to enfold me.
My sister-in-blood could feel the swirl of need that raged in me. She helped me to find a proper position and with a painful ache in my groin, I crawled on top of her warm body, steadying her with one hand on her back.
Dracula knew what I needed now: A female body to possess, to indulge in flesh and blood without shame.
He slowly retreated into a dark corner of the grand bedroom and seemed content to be the observer for this night.
Johanna was a true complement for me. With gentle touches and in utter submission, she gave herself to me and did not wince when I entered her welcoming warmth with a hard thrust. The girl skillfully adjusted to my rhythm and together, we forgot everything around us: This room, this world and even our master was far away during these precious and blissful moments.
Just when I felt the exquisite pain of orgasm take hold of my body, the heavy wooden door to our bedroom violently flew open. A group of approximately ten vampires stood on the threshold, all of them looking at us with the flaring ice-blue eyes of an immortal.
“You debased our master, Lucien…,” one of them started to speak. Obviously the leader of this group, this vampire was extraordinarily small and wore an arrogant expression on his face.
“You are only guests here, this is not your city…,” he continued his speech and bared his fangs at Johanna and me.
Clearing his thought, Vlad emerged from the shadows and positioned himself just in front of the bed, protecting Johanna and me from the vampire group´s fierce stares.
“If I may enlighten you…,” he began to address the group with a superior sound in his voice.
“It was me who had to deal with this pitiful master of yours.” He smiled at them with false politeness.
The children of Lucien had unconsciously taken a step back at the appearance of Dracula. They knew exactly who and what was standing in front of them. Still, their leader stubbornly lifted his chin towards the vampire master, not ready to capitulate.
“Then it is you who will have to pay for this.” His arrogant, still childish voice hissed.
He lunged forward, ready to attack Dracula with a wooden stake that he had hidden in the pocket of his heavy leather jacket…
TBC