2 comments/ 17833 views/ 15 favorites Blood Lust Ch. 01 By: LadyElaenaBlack London, June 2, 1928 Isabella rolls her eyes as the man on top of her thrust hard for the last time as he found his release. She felt his hot, sticky seed filling her pussy. The man lay heavily on her, seeming not to notice the young woman growing bored under him. Isabella pushed against his chest and breathes deeply when he finally rolls to the side, smirking to himself. "I've had better," he said and reaches for the bottle of gin on the beautiful mahogany bedside table. The man leant back against the red velvet headboard and gazes at the room; it's extremely grand. Though every room in the underground mansion is the same; grand, ancient and if the Vampire's wish it...inescapable. The bed in which he has just enjoyed Isabella is also ornately carved mahogany; the sides of the bed depict scenes of naked women dancing suggestively with mythical creatures. The sheets are deep red silk, embroidered with golden suns. The rest of room follows the same theme; blood red velvet curtains, tied open with golden ropes. A large erotically carved wardrobe stands against the wall, as a beautiful dressing table on which are numerous coloured glass bottles of perfume and scent. Painted portraits of previous owners of the room crowd the walls; every one of the women is stunningly beautiful, raven haired or golden it makes no difference...All have the same piercing gaze and the slightly glazed look of one who has lost the will to fight. Isabella sits up slowly and looks at the man, aware of the tacky feeling on her thighs as she slips out of the bed, "Well chose someone else next time. I have four sisters." The young woman pulls on a soft velvet dressing gown and pulls her mass of soft dark curls out so they fall gently down her back. "I'd rather you chose someone else, your cock is pitiful!" The man coughs and sprays gin all over himself and the bed, "You what-" However, Isabella has already swept across the room and walks out of the room, leaving her client alone. Within moments a young man grabs her wrist and glares, "Isabella!" He looks strikingly similar to Isabella with the same dark hair, piercing green eyes and ivory skin, though he has a malevolent air about him that Isabella lacks, unless provoked, "What have I told you about insulting the clients? He paid a large sum of money to fuck you and expects to be treated with respect!" "No, he expects me to act like his cock is amazing. No doubt you saw, it was tiny and I barely felt it, Dorian!" Isabella wrenches free of his grasp, her hand goes to his throat and within half a second he is pinned to the wall. Isabella's fangs extend and her eyes darken in anger, "My dear brother, you are a strange Vampire...Watching your sisters fuck humans," her hand finds Dorian's half erect cock under his beautifully tailored pants and rubs, "Do you like that?" She releases her grip on his neck. Dorian smirks and strokes her cheek, "Ah my dear little sister...You've a skilled hand. So tell me sweet sister, why did the man say he'd had better?" Dorian feels his cock harden slowly under Isabella's skilled rubbing. The young Vampire looks around to check they are alone in the corridor; the mansion is as quiet as the grave... His sister shrugs, "Sophia glamours them into thinking she is a virgin, nearly every time. Human males seem to like the idea of being the first to explore...unchartered territory," Isabella laughs, "Strange beings...I much prefer a mature woman." She winks and kisses his throat, her fangs just grazing the skin. Dorian rests his head against the wall and moans softly as her Tongue strokes over his skin, "Yes, I know of you appetites in the bedroom. Do not forget that I was the one who took your own virginity when you came of age." He reaches out and pulls open her robe, baring her breasts to his lustful eyes. Dorian moves like lighting so Isabella is pinned to the wall rather than himself, his hands go at once to her breasts, "Your breasts were small then...but no less," Dorian's mouth seals around a hard nipple and sucks briefly before he answers, "delicious. If I remember rightly...I made you come by doing this," the young Vampire Lord sinks his sharp, snow white fangs into his sister's breast and drinks deeply. Rivulets of blood run down Isabella's toned stomach. The young woman moans and cradles her brother's head as he drinks deeply, "Oh...Dorian, ah!" She smiles to herself and closes her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasure that is building between her legs, pleasure which is coming directly from her brother's fangs. Isabella feels her brother's tongue sweep across the bite marks, healing the wounds at once before he pulls back and kisses her deeply; the taste of her blood on his lips is the last straw...Isabella moans and comes hard; her fragrant juices soak the soft curls between her legs. Dorian grins and kisses her deeply before whispering against her lips, "I want you...Now," he lifts his sister up, supporting her with his hands under her thighs, "wraps your legs around me," he demands. Isabella obeys without hesitation; her lust for her elder brother has to be sated. Dorian supports her with ease and quickly unlaces his breeches and frees his considerable length, "Now...sweet sister, what shall I do with this?" He smirks and gestures to his cock, now firmly held in his graceful hand. Isabella, though far from being an innocent and being unable to blush due to her lack of humanity, feels warmth spread to her face and knows that had she been human, she would have blushed like a nun, "Please brother...fuck me hard! I'm your good little whore, Dorian. Fuck. Me." She makes sure to put stress on the final words, letting her brother know that if he isn't buried inside her in the next three seconds she will go mad from lust and desire. Her brother gives her what she wants and thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in her exquisitely tight pussy, "Ah...My god sister, I do believe you've grown tighter!" Dorian groans and pulls back before thrusting deeply once more, a smirk forms on his blood stained lips, "You. Are. Mine. Sweet Sister." He punctuates each word with a hard and sharp thrust, each of which makes Isabella cry out in pleasure. "Oh, Bella...Can you not keep your activities to you room," a voice mutters from behind Dorian. Isabella opens her eyes and glances behind her brother's handsome head to see her elder sister, Katherine, who like her sisters is beautiful and ruthlessly cunning. However, Katherine is the only one of the sisters who did not go along with Dorian's pursuit of pleasure. The others, Sophia, Amelia and Isabella succumbed to his charms and were quickly intoxicated then drawn into Dorian's depraved world. Perhaps Katherine avoided this fate because, unlike her sisters, she was older than Dorian and by the time the young Lord had begun to realise his own charm, she had already become infatuated with another woman and had no desire to bed her younger brother for his pleasure. Katherine shakes her head and sighs, "Now I remember why I do not visit the main estate often! Honestly, fucking your brother in the corridors! Have you no shame?" Isabella smirks and moans as Dorian pulls out of her before adjusting himself. He turns and gives a small bow to Katherine, "Sister, how rarely you visit...How was I to know you were coming? If I had known, of course I would have made sure our delightful younger sister was..." he pauses, as if considering his choice of words, "decent and completely clothed." Dorian glances back at Isabella and watches as she pulls her robe around her. Katherine sighs, "Do not patronise me, Dorian. I know perfectly well you and my beloved sisters are completely absorbed in your own decadent behaviour but I hope it has not escaped your memory that the ball is being held in a few hours' time?" It's only then that Isabella takes note of what her elder sister is wearing...A deep blue ball gown, cut to fit tightly at the waist with the full skirt falling elegantly to the floor, the bodice is tight and gives her a stunning cleavage, the sleeves of the gown are snug and go to her shoulders. A string of pearls graces Katherine's swan like neck and a diamond bracelets gleams at her wrist. Isabella laughs softly, "Oh dear...Katherine, blue does so suit you! You nearly outrank our Lady mother for beauty. As I recall...Blue was her favourite colour also. I much prefer red...I believe it's the only colour a Vampire can wear with honesty." The younger woman turns her back on her sister then kisses her brother deeply, their tongues dancing before Isabella smiles and takes her leave. Dorian watches her go, his eyes following her hungrily...He almost takes a step to go after her, keen to finish what he started but he manages to stop himself, "So Katherine...Did you come to find me, merely to stop me reaching my pleasure with our angelic sister or was there a proper reason?" He runs his hand through her raven hair and fixes his emerald eyes upon his elder sister's face; Dorian has always found Katherine mildly intimidating...She was never enchanted by him and always looked at him with contempt. The eldest sibling shakes her head and sighs, "Honestly Dorian, does this life satisfy you, really and truly?" Katherine watches her younger brother, her eyes shining with distain, "Do you plan to spend your immortal life...fucking your sisters, humans and god knows what else, drinking those vile human drinks and wasting your time?" The young lord shrugs, "For now I have no plans to change," he moves closer to Katherine and runs his fingers across her cleavage, "Are you jealous...is that it? Regretting that you never gave into me when I came to your room and slipped my hand under your nightgown?" Dorian smirks and looks into her eyes, lust evidently gleaming there. Katherine glares and pushes him away with considerable strength, her hand shoots out and pins Dorian to the wall once more, though unlike when Isabella did it earlier...there is no hint of playfulness, "Touch me again, Dorian...And I'll make sure you lose not only the hand, but also something you value much more." Her hand tightens briefly on his throat; her fangs gleaming in the candle light...As suddenly as it occurs Katherine releases her brother and sweeps off down the corridor to oversee the preparation for the ball. Dorian watches her go then smirks and rubs his neck before going off to find his sister, Amelia, who is a two years older than Isabella at 23 years old. Although Dorian has always favoured his youngest sister over Amelia and Sophia...He has a soft spot for Amelia. She was the first of his sisters he fucked and the one he bedded most often in his early 20s. He wanders down the corridor and smirks as a young woman passes him, a human male who has obviously been glamoured as his eyes are glazed and unfocused, on her arm, "Alright Pearl?" Dorian calls over his shoulder as the half-dressed girl pulls the young man into a room. The young Vampire giggles and calls, "Yes, Milord, just got this one to see to...Though I doubt he'll even notice I'm fucking him! Sophia's had this one more times than I can count and I dunno how much of him is left!" Dorian laughs and keeps walking through the elegant hall walls of the mansion; every hallway is richly carpeted in red, the walls are panelled mahogany and display more painted portraits of long gone family members; most have dark hair, pale skin and green eyes though a handful have golden curls and grey eyes. He reaches Amelia's bedroom door and stands listening, a smirk playing across his pouty lips; from inside the room he can hear soft sounds...Amelia is clearly enjoying a meal. The young Lord considers leaving her to it then shakes his head and grins, Dorian has never stopped to consider other people's feelings and is not about to start. He pushes the door open and stands watching as his naked sister, his eyes lingering on the soft blonde curls that rest on her pillow , Amelia moans and arches her back...between her legs a young blonde man is drinking from a bite mark on Amelia's inner thigh. The blonde Vampire looks up and quickly wipes his mouth, "Sorry, my Lord, I...I thought we were alone." The young man sits back on the bed and swallows. Amelia sits up and glares playfully, "Do I have to remind you about a closed door in the mansion, dear brother?" She glances at the blonde man and smirks, "You can go...whatever your name is. My dear brother can finish me." The young man slips off the bed and hurries from the room, still naked. Amelia watches him go then grins as Dorian crosses to the bed, pulls her to him and kisses her deeply. "Ah...my beloved little sister, what am I to think?" Dorian pushes Amelia down onto the bed and smirks, "I find you giving blood to someone else?" He mimes heartbreak then pins her down as he gets on top of her, "I thought you were mine..." Dorian pulls the ties of his pants and frees his hard cock; the sight of Amelia giving blood to another made him rock hard. He cups Amelia's face and smiles, "Ah...my beautiful sister..." "Don't you have to get ready for the ball? It is in Isabella's honour," Amelia grins and looks up at her brother, conscious of his cock being rubbed against her smooth pussy. Dorian laughs, "We have time for some fun and besides...Isabella will keep herself amused until I arrive. I completely forgot about the ball, I was otherwise indisposed this morning and it escaped my mind. Katherine of course has not forgotten." Although Amelia was the sister who Dorian went to most often in his early twenties, the sisters all knew that, if any of them had Dorian's heart, it was Isabella. Though Katherine had always maintained that Dorian had no heart...but she also said the same of Isabella, so perhaps they were well suited to each other. Amelia smirks, "Yes, I heard you this morning. Who was it? Isabella was busy with her clients, a human by the name of...Michael, I believe, and I know for a fact that Sophia was herself indisposed with a certain young gentlemen who was in my room not five moments ago. So, dear brother, do tell...Who were you with?" Amelia's eyes are alight with mischief as she jokes softly, "My god...Katherine?!" "Katherine, by the gods no!" Dorian laughs and leans down to kiss Amelia's neck, his fangs grazing the skin softly, "No, our beloved older sister does not enjoy my favours and I doubt she ever will. Far too...what did mother call her? Toffee nosed? She considers it below herself to serve her brother or our human clients. They do love you girls," Dorian grins and pulls himself up to look down at Amelia, "and we're carrying on our father's wish...the more human's you girls attract to the mansion, the more 'willing' recruits we have to our numbers." "Hah! Yes, willing recruits, what a phrase! Lured first to bed then to the night," Amelia pulls her brother's lips to hers and kisses him deeply, "Now...fuck me before we have Isabella storming in and asking me to tie her corset! She seems to forget we have maids for such things." Two Hours Later The massive party was not confined to the large ballroom as Katherine had originally planned; as soon as Isabella had seen the preparations and noticed that her sister had scaled down the ball considerably...She had set the servants to work and the result was that Isabella's had had no less that nine rooms turned over to her party and the throng of guests. The rooms she had taken over included the main ballroom, the smaller hall which was normally used for dinner, three reception rooms, the library, Dorian's large elegantly study and several bedrooms. After directing this into operation, Isabella had swept passed her sister with a call of, "I'm off to dress!" and disappeared into her room, leaving Katherine to deal with the early arriving guests and the disgruntled servants. Isabella stands at the top of the marble stair case, leaning casually on the banister and watching guests arrive, every now and again she makes comments to her maid, Anne, "Oh god, Lady Elizabeth...Will you look at her Anne? What is she wearing! She is far too told to be wearing gold silk," Isabella smirks and tosses her dark curls, her eyes glittering. The young Lady herself is wearing a stunning gown in crimson and black; a tight corset with black lacing at the back then a full skirt. Her arms and shoulders are bare, showing off her soft ivory skin. A ruby choker shines at her throat and glints as she moves to watch another guest arrive, "Who's that?" Isabella points to a dark haired young man, evidently a vampire as the only humans at the party are the pets of various Lords and Ladies and they are dressed simply...This young man is dressed elegantly and looks quite the young Lord. Anne moves closer to her Mistress and watches the young man before smiling, "That is Lord Damien's youngest son. I think his name is Gregory and he's 23 years old. He's unmarried and has no children," Anne smiles again and watches her Mistress's eyes which are following Gregory's movements as he bows to Dorian and kisses her sisters by the hand. "Hmm," Isabella glances at Anne and smiles, "Well, I should really go and let my dear Dorian introduce me. If I'm honest, I would have rather celebrated my acceptance into the Vampire community by holding a private party with a few dozen humans and the odd aristocratic Vampire. Katherine did insist on inviting every Lord and Lady, as well as a dozen or so lower Vampires who have some connection with our family. I told her I didn't want this," Isabella gestures around to the crowds of people below, "but she was having none of it! That's why I demanded more rooms; if she wants a big party...She should do the work." The young Lady tosses her curls and walks to the staircase. Her Ladies maid, Anne, hurries forward and calls in her soft, musical voice which is a stark difference to Isabella's seductive voice yet it is still pleasing to the ears, "Lady Isabella Christina Black, beloved sister to Lord Dorian and Princess of House Black." The crowd stop what they are doing and turn towards the staircase, all watching as Isabella descends the stairs; Anne follows close behind, ready to serve if she's needed. Dorian watches his sister, his eyes tracing the curves on her body, he smiles appreciatively at her tight corset before stepping forward and taking her hand, "Sister," he kisses her cheek, knowing that not everyone in the room is aware of the...special relationship between the siblings and to be seen to show anything other than brotherly affection would be foolish. Dorian leads Isabella towards himself and holds out his free arm to gesture towards her, "Friends, tonight we come together to welcome the beautiful Isabella into our ranks. She has shown her devotion to the cause and has gained much experience. I am proud to call her my sister," Dorian smiles and kisses her hand while everyone else toasts her by raising their glasses. Isabella smiles graciously and bows her head as if she is shy before saying softly, in an innocent voice, "Thank you, brother. I could never have achieved it without the support of you, and my dear sisters." "Ah, she is so modest," Dorian releases her hand and smiles at the crowd, "my friends, dance, drink and enjoy yourselves. My girls are at your disposal. All I ask is...that you keep the blood off carpets," he laughs, "I just had them redone!" Everyone laughs and some drift off towards the other rooms; however among the remaining Vampires who stand by the staircase are Gregory and his father, Lord Damien. Dorian turns to Lord Damien and smiles, "My Lord, how rare you visit us...Is your Lady wife here? I know my sister Katherine would love to see her again. They were close." Lord Damien takes a sip of blood from his goblet and inclines his head slightly, "Lady Anne is indisposed, she is with child and I do not want her exposed to," Damien nods to the room opposite them where what seems to be an orgy is just beginning; naked Vampires and their human pets writhe and dance to the tune of lust. Lord Damien glances at his son then manages a forced smile, "I thank you for inviting us though. My son has often spoken of wishing to meet your...delightful sisters. I shall leave him to enjoy the party; I should be with my wife. As you will one day know, a Vampire pregnancy is dangerous to both mother and child; I wish to remain with my wife." Blood Lust Ch. 01 Dorian goes stiff and takes a hasty sip of blood from his own goblet, "Yes, I...Ah, Alexandra is currently away in...Italy, I believe. When she returns, we shall be married." He forces a smile and nods as Damien leaves...then his face falls, "If she does come back...I'll fucking kill the whore," he mutters before taking a gulp from his goblet and walking off, clearly annoyed. Isabella watches him go and sighs; they all remember Alexandra...Dorian was betrothed to her since they were children, though of course they did not consummate the union until Alexandra was 18 and Dorian was 20...By that time, he had already begun his relations with sisters. Alexandra had found Dorian and Amelia in bed together; she had gone mad with anger and jealously, tried to kill Isabella and Sophia before she fled, vowing revenge. Dorian swore he'd kill her for trying to harm his sisters, but he was tied by politics and obligation...He was duty bound to marry the woman and breed. "Lady Isabella?" a voice jolts her from her reminiscence. Lord Damien's son, Gregory stands in front of her, smiling. His eyes are kind and gentle looking...yet something lurks there. Something that Isabella finds inviting. "Lady," she laughs softly, "I've not been a lady since I was a child, and even then I was hardly a little Princess." Isabella smiles and turns to Gregory, "Forgive me; I have a...mischievous disposition. I have not seen you at parties before," Isabella walks over to Gregory and offers her hand for him to kiss, which he does, "You are Lord Damien's son? I did not know he had children...He never mentioned you." Gregory laughs and releases her hand, his eyes bright, "My father does not like children even his own are repulsive to him...But he knows he has to breed, like all Vampires." Isabella forces a smile; she doesn't care about Gregory's family...she wants him because he is handsome and she is bored but the young Vampire knows that this is a dance and she'll have to play the game. Isabella brushes a hand across her neck, aware that her perfume will swirl around Gregory before saying, "Yes, my father has, we believe or so Dorian says around twelve offspring. Only four of us live here; myself, Dorian and my sisters Amelia and Sophia. My elder sister Katherine lives in another mansion with her lover," Isabella takes a golden goblet of blood from a passing waiter and smiles before taking a sip, "Mmm...Perfectly aged. Do you have a taste for blood? Can you guess the identity?" With a smile Gregory takes the goblet from Isabella and sips, "Hmm...Female, 38 no 39 at age of death and I would say the blood was collected in...1519. Am I right?" Isabella laughs and takes the goblet back, "Yes, correct. Would you like to know the name of the lovely lady in question? I wish I could have known her...but I missed her. I believe Dorian had some connection with her," she laughs, "I'm sure you can guess what kind." "Who was she?" Gregory looks around the grand entrance way, "Should we talk elsewhere?" He adds. "If you wish," Isabella smiles and nods to the staircase, "Come, I can give you a tour." She walks towards the stairs and offers her hand to Gregory who takes it. They walk gracefully up the stairs, "The blood belongs to the daughter of a Pope, one of the most infamous Popes in history, so I'm told. Pope Alexander the 6th ...Otherwise known as Rodrigo Borgia." The Vampire beside her nearly stumbles before he regains his composure and stares at Isabella amazed, "The blood is Lucrezia Borgia's? Well, I am shocked. I knew your brother Dorian had charm...but to get hold of her blood? Dorian was in Rome during the Borgia's reign of power?" Isabella smirks and walks calmly up the stairs, "Of course; as you know, we Vampire's age differently to humans. My bloodline has been around for...oh, so many, many years. During the late 1400s Dorian was in Rome, enjoying the pleasures of the Vatican. I believe he bedded the young Lucrezia several times over the years...I would not have put it past Dorian to assume that he also bedded her brothers," Isabella laughs softly and smirks; in fact she knows for definite that Dorian was involved in a threesome with two of the Borgia's. She glances left along corridor when they reach the top of the stairs before turning to Gregory and smiling, "Would you like a tour?" The young Vampire smiles warmly, "I would rather hear more about you and your family...Vampire's so rarely talk about themselves...And you seem to...shine when you talk. You seem so happy." Isabella, for the second time that night, felt a heat flow to her cheeks as if she was blushing, "I don't talk much about my family. We have a...somewhat sordid past and few are interested in it." Gregory slowly sets his goblet down on the wide, white marble and smiles before walking slowly towards Isabella. He moves to stand in front of her and gently yet firmly pushes her against the wall, his hands either side of her head, "I'm...very interested in your family...Or If I'm honest...you." Gregory smirks and gazes into her eyes, "What's a little sordid past between friends?" Despite herself, Isabella feels a gentle heat flow to her pale face, "Well...what else you like to know?" "Well how about where you were when your brother was enjoying the delights of Rome?" "I was in England. It was a fascinating time...I arrived there in January 1510. Due to my beauty," Isabella smirks, she knows she is beautiful and feels no need to hide it, "I was admitted as a Ladies Maid to Queen Katherine. She was heavily pregnant with her first child, though of course the baby was born dead on the 31st of January. Her husband was a brute, yet she loved him...Henry the 8th rarely looked at her after she finally gave him a daughter. I think he loathed her. I left shortly after the Princess Mary was born as Dorian was in England and he wanted to visit Venice; our sister, Amelia was there." Isabella smiles and looks at Gregory, "Anything else you want to know?" Gregory looks amused and smirks, "Really? And did the Queen's miscarriage have anything to do with being fed on?" He runs a hand down Isabella's face to her chest where the tops of her breasts are visible against the vivid red of her gown. Gregory's fingers play over her skin, "Actually...I don't care. What I want to know is...what's under your stunning gown?" Isabella leans back against the wall and lets her tongue sweep across her lips, "A lady of high standing should not be seen with a gentleman like this." She smirks at him. Gregory laughs, "What makes you think I'm a gentleman?" "What makes you think I'm a Lady?" Isabella answers, her hand curls around the back of Gregory's neck as she pulls his lips to hers. "My brother may be the head of our family and he may be next in line to rule...but he is a fool," Isabella smirks at Gregory, wondering privately if he will understand her meaning, "I am no fool however...I see your purpose here, or should I say...your father's purpose here," the young woman's hand slides her hand into Gregory's breeches to find his hardness pressed tightly against the soft velvet cloth. Isabella's fingers close around his manhood firmly, "Your father wishes you to gather information on my brother, does he not?" Her grip tightens slightly, enough to warn Gregory that should he move, he may lose more than his chance of bedding Isabella, "He would know of my brother's plans for the future; his plans for my angelic sisters...or rather Dorian's plans for myself. I do not think your father is interested in Amelia, Sophia or even Katherine. Now...I wonder why such a noble Lord would be interested in the illegitimate daughter," Isabella pauses, noting the shocked look on Gregory's face, "Oh you didn't know? Yes. My father was married to my Mother for many years and fathered four children; Katherine, Amelia, Sophia and Dorian. He then divorced her as he had found another lover...However, my mother was pregnant at the time of the divorce and she gave birth to me after my father had remarried. So I am legally illegitimate. My father never cared however, nor do my siblings...Ah I can see you're confused. Tell you what...Fuck me and we'll talk politics later." Gregory stands staring at her, his eyes wide, thinking, "My god...she knows...he swore no one would know what was going on...but...but she knows." He winces a little and tries to shift to ease the pressure on his cock which is still held tight in Isabella's cool hand. "I...I...ah," he stammers before managing to say, "I have no part in my fathers-" "Shhs," Isabella places a finger on his lips and releases his cock, smirking as relief spread over his face, "I care not for his plans. I care less for yours. What I care about is myself...And what I want right now is your cock. Deep. Inside. My. Cunt." With each word she gives his cock a hard stroke, forcing Gregory to emit a gasp of pleasure. "If you refuse to fuck me...I'll run to my brother...My dress torn, my hair dishevelled and my face tear stained. I'll tell him that you forced me to the floor, pried open my legs and thrust yourself inside me. I'll cry that you raped me half a dozen times. You groped my breasts and left horrible bruises. You turned me over and fucked me from behind like a common maid," Isabella smirks and raises an eyebrow, "I can be very, very convincing when I wish. Dorian would be horrified. He would have you killed. Your father would lose all his wealth, his lands and estates would be forfeit. He may take pity on your mother, especially in her condition...but she would live in poverty for evermore. I am sure your pretty sister Antonia would be found a place here...She may even make a suitable marriage when the time comes. Or Dorian may make her his whore and kill her when he's done. So," the young woman slowly unlaces her bodice and allows her beautiful, firm breasts to spill free, "what is your choice?" Gregory pauses for only a second before his hands go to her breasts, he strokes them hard, feeling his cock harden like steel in his breeches, "This woman is a whore...a wanton creature. And I want her...I want her to be mine!" "I would fuck you like a maid, my Lady..." Isabella laughs, "I cannot wait..." Blood Lust Ch. 02 The basement stayed quiet for what seemed like an eternity. They were aware of each other's presence, but didn't say a word to one another. Violet, still chained to the bed unclothed, wept for hours in the dark. The shame and humiliation was too much for her to bear. Tormenting herself, she replayed the horrendous action in her head over and over. The look of pain and anger in Lucas eyes as her body betrayed her. Giving in to that sick son of a bitch that gave her the best fuck of her life. How could she be so damn weak? She listened to the heavy sighing and occasional whimpers that sounded beside her. She only seen Lucas cry twice. The first time was when his brother was murdered by the cops, due to mistaken identity. The second was during the lowest point of their financial hardships. "Lucas." Violet whispered to the dark. He didn't respond. "Lucas, baby. I know you hear me. Talk to me, please." She sniffled. He cleared his throat. "What?" He replied harshly. She swallowed her guilt. "I know you don't want to hear it. But I'm sorry. I had no control, over it." She pleaded. Only silence replied. Her heart plummeted. "I don't blame you for being angry with me. I'm angry with myself. Just know that I'm sorry and that, no matter what happens to me tonight, know that I love you. And I always will." She confided. Lucas sighed. Though the time was dour, those three words gave him hope during a hopeless situation. "I-I love you, too Vy." He droned. "How sweet." That voice embedded fear in them both. The lights of the basement flicked on, nearly blinding them. Camron, now fully clothed in a black suite and a black trench coat, stood beside Lucas. He grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled his head backwards. "Enjoyed the show last night." He grinned. "Fuck you." Lucas growled. Camron's grin leisurely faded into that stone cold glare. He let go of his neck and stood in front of him. Folding his arms, as he towered over Lucas. There was an intense moment of silence between the two men. Until Camron's foot came plowing down onto Lucas's chest. The impact sent Lucas and the chair he was chained to plunging to the ground hard. Lucas wheezed, trying to gasp in the wind that was just knocked out of him. He coughed, gagging and shuttering from the pain in his chest. Camron cracked his knuckles as he laid his heavy boot on Lucas's already aching chest. "Ahh! Ahhh!" He cried at the excruciating weight that pressed against his weakened body. " I've just about grown tired of you." He growled. He pulled the chair from off the floor. He stood behind the bound Lucas, as he removed a switchblade from the breast pocket of his trench coat. Pressing the blade against Lucas's throat, he stole a glance at his horrified fiancé. "No! Don't kill him! Don't kill him!" She screamed. He pressed the blade harder against his throat. A trail of blood oozed down his neck. "No! Wait! I'll make a deal with you!" Violet pleaded. Camron lowered the knife from his neck. "I'm listening." He said. "Take me instead! Let him go, he won't say a word to the cops I swear." She implored. "Your little boyfriend has to promise to keep his fucking mouth shut, though. Otherwise both of you are pretty much screwed." He replied casually. "Hell no! I won't do it!" Lucas yelled. Camron shrugged, putting the blade back on his bleeding throat. "No! He'll do it! Right Lucas? Lucas tell him!" Violet cried. The blade of the knife slowly sliced at his neck. He watched Violet beg for him to give in and make the deal. Could he really wallow in his cowardice, and sacrifice the woman he love for his own life? He already lost his dignity and his manhood last night, now he was loosing something far more precious. The life of his fiancé was being gambled, her fate rest in his decision. He could decline, and allow them both to suffer a bloody demise. Or he could agree to leave her here, and hope that Camron would keep her alive. Forcing his self to make the ultimate life altering choice, he painfully nodded in agreement. His tears rolled down his face as he croaked, "I'll do it." "Very well then." Camron put is knife back in his pocket and stood behind Lucas. Placing his heavy hands on Lucas's weary shoulders. "She's in good hands." He chuckled. At that very moment, Lucas's last memory of Violet was veiled by a black cloth bag. ]]]]]] The hours were long and excruciating. The length of time it took Camron to return after taking Lucas, made Violet wonder just how far from home she was. She was consumed with freight and worry. Praying to any higher power that Lucas's life would be spared. The slightest thought of any kind of harm befalling Lucas sickened her. What ever happen to her didn't matter. She was willing to surrender her body and her life in exchange for his survival. The only thing she had to really worry about was Lucas going to the authorities, breaking the promise and not only putting her in danger but his self as well. She turned her head to look at the empty wooden chair he once was chained too, and wept. "Feeling a little lonely?" Camron purred. He stood at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed upon his broad chest. With that sadistic grin on his face he absorbed the arousing sight of her nude body heaving and sweating with fear. Her bottom lip quivered as she watched him with tear filled eyes. "So what now? Isn't this the part when you kill me." She snarled with disgust. He shook his head slowly. "Nah, babe. I ain't gonna kill you. I'm having way too much fun. Besides..." He retreated to the back of the basement that stayed hidden with in the shadows. A whimper and then a tortured cry of a woman impaled Violet's ears. Violet sat up, with a look of horror plastered on her face as Camron dragged a familiar, petite redhead to the foot of the bed. He held her firmly by the arm, her wrist bound behind her back. She was no older or younger then 18 or 20. Her fiery red hair cascaded on her pale freckled face. Her sky-blue tank top was filthy and ripped, causing the flimsy material to hang off her shoulder. Her jeans were in no better condition either. "I brought you a little friend." He smiled. "Oh my god, Abigail Gasby?" Violet sobbed looking at the poor future victim of Camron's. Abigail was too terrified for words. All she could do was sprawl her body in countless directions, in attempt to break free from Camron. "I knew it was you who took her!" Violet shouted. "Took her?" Camron let out a low disturbing laugh. "I didn't take anyone. Little slut ran away with me. I just showed her a good time. But now it's her turn." He threw her onto the massive bed next to Violet. Abigail sat up quickly, trying to get on her feet. But Camron, being just a second swifter then her, pounced on her. Holding her down with one giant hand pressing against her frail shoulder. He kept her vagrant legs trapped between his as he allowed his self to rip off what was left of her tank top from her quaking body. She screamed as her firm breast were exposed to him. Her eyes were wild and wide as if someone had suddenly smacked her in the back of the head. She wailed continuously, still jerking beneath him. Camron closed his eyes, inhaling her fear. It sent chills through him, gave him strength to the point where he, himself felt like a god. "No! Leave her alone! You're insane!" Violet cried. Her body cringed at the feeling of this act of debauchery occurring just inches away from her. Camron just gave her a subtle smile as he let his fingers survey the delicate flesh of the young girl. "Oh don't worry baby, this will be quick. I won't forget about you." He hummed to her. He continued to remove the rest of her clothes, still holding her down effortlessly with one hand. He eased his hand down to her small breast taking one small pink nipple between his index finger and thumb. He ringed and twisted it hard until she yelped and twisted her hips. He dug his nails into the soft fleshy nub until he felt the warm blood seep between his fingers. He dipped his fingers in it swirling it around her nipple. He looked her in the eyes as he licked out his tongue and placed the blood-covered finger on it. He licked his finger from the first knuckle to the tip of his finger. His eyelids hooding his cold gray eyes while his dick began to stiffen at the sweet taste of her blood. He let out a long vibrating hum. Screaming for any kind of help, Abigail watched him brutalize her body. He undid his pants slowly, pulling his lengthy cock from his pants. "No! Stop! Stop it!" She finally pushed the words from her belly. But that only fueled him. He leaned in, to kiss her thin pink lips. The feeling of her soft lips was cut short by a sharp pain penetrating his bottom lip. He slightly hissed and pulled his lips from hers. His blood was smudged on her trembling lips. He sucked on throbbing bottom lip and then chuckled. "So, you wanna draw blood, huh?" He growled. Abigail swallowed hard, wishing she could take back what she just did. But it was too late. The cards were dealt and Camron had the winning hand. He grabbed her hair on the back of her head and dragged her off the bed next to the empty wooden seat. She fell hard on her bottom with a thud. She squealed while he reached up to the ceiling, pulling down a chain that nailed securely on it. He untied her wrist to chain them above her head with the chains on the ceiling. She stood there on the tip of her toes begging for him to stop. She gazed at Violet for any sign of hope. But Violet knew there wasn't any hope for neither of them. Camron retrieved a leather whip with a thin strip of metal attached at the very tip of it. He caressed it, observing it as if it were a work of art. He looked up at Abigail with that same fire in his eyes that lured her to him. "Please, don't." She sniffled. The corner of his lip shifted upward into that infamous demonic grin. He placed his gigantic hand on her buttocks and gave her a slight shove. Her body slowly spun in a semi-circle, leaving her bare back facing him. He looked at Violet before caring on. He quickly grabbed a gag-ball from the nightstand and shoved it in her mouth. "So I won't have to hear you preach and protest." He said before taking his position behind Abigail. He threw his arm back then brought it down swiftly. The whip cracked against her back, leaving behind an open wound. She cried at a torturous level. Before she could recover from the first blow, he came down with another. Over lapping the first flesh wound with another. Her head lowered and bobbed as her cries turned into gut wrenching groans. Violet screamed at him through the gag-ball. Her eyes pleaded with him, begging him to put a stop to this act of animosity. But he didn't stop. He continued to let the leather whip descend upon her crimson back until her screams dried and festered in her throat. And all she could do was clench her teeth as her green eyes rolled to the back of head. A trail of saliva dripped from her chin and her body twitched. Violet shut her eyes, squeezing the tears from her eyes. She couldn't stand to watch. The sound of the whip broke the silence as it sliced through the air. Her entire back was decorated with open flesh that was drenched in her own blood. He held back his whip, letting it lay at his side as he marveled at his work. With an orgastic expression veiling his face, he took a step forward. Abigail hung there limply, wallowing in the few seconds of peace she had. Her blood oozed down the cheeks of her ass, seeping between her thighs and legs. Violet, practically feeling her pain was horrified to feel her own heat building between her legs. Her mind was warping into another realm. She couldn't believe that throbbing growing stronger. She felt the over whelming shame consume her. Her eyes were heavily burdened with tears. Camron placed his hand against the tattered flesh. Abigail cringed at the soreness of his touch. He smeared the blood all over her backside until it was coated with a layer of her ruby essence. He let his arm slither around her waist as he pulled her into him. He glared deep into Violet's eyes as he penetrated her open gash wounds with his snake like tongue. A long grunt sounded from Abigail as she felt his tongue wiggle its way into her flesh. Her blood tunneling down his throat, he drank hungrily from her. His hands ran down her body, down her quivering stomach. Slowly he pulled his lips away from body, tilting his head back slightly as he gritted his teeth. He let his hands admire his bloody canvas once more. Cupping a hand full of blood into his hands he walked over to the bed. The blood dripped from his steady hands as he crawled on his knees towards Violet. He straddled his self on top of her. Turning his palms downward he let the blood trickle on her face. With slow long strokes he rubbed it down her nude body. She shook violently under his touch. He brought his hands to her head and unlatched the gag ball from her mouth, allowing a horrified scream to explode from her. "Sick! Sick fuck!" She roared. He chuckled, glaring into those hate filled eyes. He held her face, smearing more blood on her face. She gasped for air that wouldn't enter into her, prayed for salvation that would never come to pass. She wished she could stop that burning desire, raging inside her with fury of the infernos. There was no denying it; she was enjoying the sight of blood, the filling of the victim's blood being smudged on her flesh. Her chest heaved as her tongue gave his bloody hands gentle strokes. Her inner thighs trembled and a stream of hot lust soaked the sheets beneath her. Her brown eyes became sedated as a low hum vibrated in her throat. Camron bit his lower lip. He watched her lick the blood from her bottom lip as he trailed his fingers down her chin to the crook of her neck. She laid there blissfully, her breathing regulated. He fixed his self between her legs, he let his hands explore her curvaceous figure. Admiring her beauty, he allowed his fingers to slide between the lips of her pussy. ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> "Well I be damned," He smirked, while he fingered her throbbing clit. "You're fucking drenched." He gritted through his teeth. He wouldn't say it, but he couldn't believe it his self. But the evidence was all over his massive hand, dripping from his fingers. Violet sobbed bitterly, while repetitively telling herself this wasn't real. He crawled on top of her slowly. Lowering his face near hers until their lips brushed against each other's. "You call me a sick fuck. But you're just as sick as I am." He hissed against her lips. "No." She whimpered. She shook her head as she pull and tugged at the chains around her wrist. "This isn't real. This isn't real." She growled. Loathing the tears that fell from her eyes. "Oh, but it is, Ms. Sylvermen. You spend your entire life, defending the criminally insane, when yourself have a sadistic mind lurking beneath your conformist persona." He whispered to her. "I'm not like you, or any of you fucked up physcos!" She cried. He grinned, staring into those big doe eyes of hers. He stood. "Yea, we'll see about that." He got off the bed and walked over to Abigail, who was surprisingly, still alive. He unchained her bruised wrist, letting her fall to the floor. Her feeble body lay heavily on the ground, her back still bleeding profusely. He grabbed her ankle and dragged her to the foot of the bed. There, another chain attached to a crank dangled from the high ceiling above Violet. "Wuh-What are you doing?" Violet stammered. Ignoring her, he stood on top of the bed fixing the chain around the limb girl's ankles. He hopped off the bed. "You know, the greatest sin man can commit. Is to deny the very twisted desires he craves." He said as he walked to the other end of the basement. He laid his hand on a rusty lever and began turning it counter-clockwise. The crank above Violet banged and clanked as the chain began to ravel. Abigail began to rise above the bed slowly until she hung several feet away from it. Her body swaying as her blood trickled on to Violet's bare skin. "And it seems like to me," He paused when he had Abigail at the altitude he wanted, then walked over to the side of the bed. "You've been sinning for way to long." He grinned. Looking up at Abigail suspended in the air, he reached out to lace his fingers in her fiery red hair. "It's time for you to repent, Ms. Sylvermen." He removed his trench coat and his button down shirt and threw them to the ground. "I-I don't want to repent! I want to go home! To my life! To my fiancé!" She cried. He leveled his eyes with the floor, shifting the left corner of his lips upward. "That scared little shit?" He chuckled. He settled his self on top of her once more and leaned forward to unchain her from the headboard. "Your, beloved fiancé took the easy way out and left you here for me to play with. Sounds like a real man to me." He taunted. He held her wrist firmly. She twisted and turned her torso in every direction trying to shake off the 245lbs of pure muscle that pressed against her body. Chaining her arms behind her back, he pulled her upward by the forearm until she was sitting up. Her blood covered breast pressing against his bare chest. She shook violently against him, her hips bucking forward slightly. Her body practically begged him to invade her once more. She wanted to feel the humiliation, the burning sensation of all pride and power being stripped from her. The feeling and the taste of young blood dancing on her tongue brought her to pure nirvana. Camron looked her in the eyes reading her soul. He smiled, while he pulled another one of his deadly knives from his back pocket. Violet watched the blade flirtatiously move smoothly down her lips, to the crook of her neck and to her heaving chest. She sat there, taking on the excruciating pain of the tip of the blade slicing through the tender flesh of her left breast. He let go of her forearm and grabbed hold of Abigail's mane that hung write above them. Her whimpers muffled in her throat, she couldn't keep from shaking. He lifted the blade to her neck. "I see, you enjoy blood just as much as I do." He smirked. Violet slammed her eyes shut. "No, I'm not like you. I'm not. I'm not." She repeated to herself over and over like a prayer. As if she was trying to convince herself that she wasn't. With one swift effortless movement, Camron practically sawed Abigail's head off with the blade. Blood fell abundantly, like rain from the heavens showering them both. Violet opened her eyes half way, watching Abigail jerk like a fish out of water and gag. Her blood coated his tanned skin in an enticing crimson red. His gray eyes seem to stand out in the midst of the red blood that covered his face. He lowered his hands from her neck, taking in Violet's reaction. She sat there with her jaw hanging low and her eyes hooded. Her chest raised and fell, raised and fell faster and faster. Throwing her head back, she felt it. The lascivious blood lust that she could never understand, was now consuming her. Feeling the ecstasy coursing through her, Camron leaned towards her, lips parted. When their lips were inches away, she surprised him when she brought her lips roughly against his. She arched her back trying to fill their blood covered bodies graze against each other. Kissing each other hungrily, their breathing became loud and heavy. It was as if she was being possessed. She moaned, her hips now jerking forward desperately. Camron pulled his self away, taking aghast by how badly her body and those lips was beckoning him to take her. He gazed at her, feeling his cock stiffening. "Fuck me." She hissed. He smiled deviously. "What was that?" "Fuck me. Please." She beseeched. Not hesitating another second, he kissed her again with more aggression. Undoing the button and zipper to his dress pants he freed his hardened member from his pants. Camron wedged his hands under both her ass cheeks and lifted her off the bed. Clutching her round cheeks, he motioned her hips up and down, rubbing her pussy against the shaft of his cock. Moaning threw clenched teeth, Violet soaked Camron from the waste down as her clit heated up from the friction of his cock massaging it. She let out a loud yelp while he continued to lift her up and down faster. Her breathing became short and hollow. She could feel the inevitable orgasm manifesting its self with out him penetrating her. Blood Lust Ch. 02 "Fuck." Camron growled. He stopped and held her against him, getting a rush from the feeling of her body rupturing spasmodically. "Beg for it." He demanded. Violet was some where between reality and a fantasy. When she didn't respond quick enough for him, his palm collided with her face. "I said, beg for it." He growled. Getting a slight jolt of pleasure from the sudden strike to the face, she almost started to disobey him just to receive another. But she was way to desperate to have him fuck her senseless. To get what they both needed at this point she pleaded, "Please fuck me! Fuck me, please." She whimpered. He fixed her current position so that the head of his cock grazed the entrance of her pussy. "That's what I want to hear." He pushed her down roughly onto his manhood. Throwing her head back, Violet screamed. It was as if she was being fucked for the first time. With out mercy he brought her body up and down on his pulsating dick vigorously. He eyed her pretty blood decorated face as the sound of her screams echoed through out the basement. She tightened her thighs around him and her fists were clenched so hard in her restrained hands that her fingernails dug into the palm of her hands. Camron's grip on her juicy plump ass grew tighter while he thrust into her savagely. The sound of the sopping wet clashes of their bodies grew louder as he continued to fuck her harder. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, she couldn't even see straight. All she was good for at this moment was crying out at a deafening level. A passerby would've sworn she was being killed instead of being fucked into oblivion. As their limbs laced together, beads of hot sweat merged with the semi-dried blood on their body. He pushed all her weight onto his dick, wallowing in the blissful feeling of her sultry hot pussy clinging tightly on his dick. Her breathing shuttered while her thighs trembled around him. Her hot nectar dripped from them both. She leaned her head forward and for the first time, she willingly looked him in the eyes. Not out of fear, but out of pure wicked lust. She knew she lost the title of the victim two orgasms ago. His bitter gray eyes locked with hers, and a bead of a sweat dangle from his upper lip until he sucked it in through his clenched teeth. He wrapped his arm around her body and grasped her thick thigh with his free hand. With out being told to do so, Violet began to motion her hips in a slow seductive circular movement. She kept her balance and position by firmly wrapping her thighs around him. Still keeping her hips in motion, she brought herself to lick his cheek with the tip of her tongue. She slid her tongue from his cheek to his earlobe teasingly. His mouth parted, as his eyes remained closed. He groaned and raked his fingernails down her thighs, tearing her flesh. Her body was sub coming to these masochistic pleasures as she continued to work herself to another explosive orgasm. Rhythmically she rode him getting off to his lively responses. He was now moaning as loud as she. Getting off to just the sex alone and not any sick twisted torture methods he normally pulled. He felt the rush build in his cock. But he didn't want to come just yet. He grabbed both her thighs and slowly lifted her from him. Allowing her to feel the agonizing feeling of every inch of him leaving her body. She gave off a whimper while he let her fall to the bed. He laughed to himself. It was ironic how she desperately craved the very thing she fought against from the beginning. As she laid on her back she looked up at the ceiling to see the dead body of naïve Abigail Gasby, hanging limply like a grim Christmas ornament. Complete terror flooded through Violet. Not at the sight of Abigail's violated corpse, but at the fact that a smile, an actual smile blossomed on her face. Camron glared at her and that familiar twisted grin that was plastered on her pretty face. There was a weird sense of pride running through him. Her inner demons were now released, and he was responsible for freeing them. He leaned to the foot of the bed and snatched the chains that bound her feet to the bedpost. The metal links that held them in place easily broke away and her feet were freed. They both knew she wasn't planning on running anywhere. He grabbed her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. He leaned forward, supporting his weight with one hand leaning on the bed and the other grabbing her wrist that remained chained behind her back he slipped his self deep inside her from behind. "Fuck!" She hissed. He pushed in hard then pulled his dick out completely, then rammed his self in her again. He pulled out once more, grunting as if it pained him to part his self from her. He thrust back into her even harder, sending a wave of pain up her spine. She wailed and buried her face in the plush blankets. Pulling his dick out he felt her juices drip from the head of dick. She brought her ass upward, desperately looking for his cock. "Please." She sobbed in an airy tone. He snagged her hair held her head down forcefully. He ran his hand down her back, taking the blood and sweat from her back onto his fingers. He brought the fingers to his mouth taking pleasure in the decadent taste in his mouth. He put an end to his teasing and pushed in his dick all the way to the base. He started with slow, brutally hard thrusts. Punishing her body with his. He pushed her down further by the hair while speeding up gradually. His fingers tangled in her mane nearly tearing it out from the roots. She screamed for what seemed like hours until her voice dried out and cracked. Camron watched her ass bounce off his pumping waist. Hearing her cry out was music to his ears. She squirmed relentlessly under his power as she bawled, "Don't, don't stop! God! Oh my God!" And he wasn't going to stop. He fucked with even more vigor, if that was even possible. He pulled her up to him by the hair, still fucking her with out mercy. He brought his lips to her ear. Her body shivered from the feel of his warm breath tickling her neck. They rode each other in unison. She leaned her head back, leaving her neck exposed for him to sink his teeth into it. He bit into her neck, still pulling her hair. With his free hand he gave her swollen clit a slap. Violet jolted up, with tears streaming down her face. He continued to give her clit a few more slaps until he felt the muscles in her body began to spasm violently. She gasped and jerked against him hard. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" She wailed. He pumped harder until she erupted violently. He held his self inside her as she exploded. He let her go and she fell onto the bed limp and feeble. She was dabbing in and out of consciousness and barely breathing. She attempted to crawl away, like a wounded soldier trying to escape the rage of war. But Camron was still hard and ready for more. He laid his body completely on top of her now, whispering against her ear. "Ready for number four?" Violet shook her head slowly. "N-no, I can't. I can't cum anymore." She sobbed. "Oh, you'll cum baby. I'll make sure of it." He smirked. Keeping his promise he fucked her until her body came more times then she could count. Her senses were completely useless and the world, her life, and everything she ever known that made her who she was faded to black.  Violet finally came too. Her entire body was sore and aching. Every movement seemed to awaken a new kind of pain to her senses. When she finally awoke completely she noticed she was no longer chained to the bed unclothed in the basement. Instead she was sitting in an extravagant living room fully clothed in a black lace gown. The living room was furnished with black Italian furniture, black marble floors and a lit fireplace. A large crystal chandelier loomed over ahead from the high ceiling, bringing a dim light to the room. She sat up in her seat snapping her head from left to right. It had completely left her mind that Camron was a fairly rich man. His money dated back two generations. Old money, is what she called it. She usually targeted clients with "old money", for those were the ones with the most promising profits. But her old ways of thinking were gone now; she was no longer the woman she was before. She morphed into something else. She couldn't understand what brought her to this point. She never had the desire to kill or to bleed someone for her own sadistic pleasures. She felt sick. She felt exhilarated. Her emotions were churning and flowing like the raging waters of the open seas. The very thing she scowled and called monstrous was now becoming her. She rested her face in the palms of her hands. Her body shivered and her nerves were shot. "Don't tell me you're getting soft on me Ms.Sylvermen." Camron purred. She lifted her head, watching him lean against the wall near the fireplace. As usual, he was clothed in a black suite with a sterling silver crucifix dangling from his neck. The shadows of the flames whipped across his face as the reddish glow seared around him and the fireplace. Messy strands of onyx hair were cascaded on his face and those alluring eyes seem to glow brighter then the flames. Violet sank back into the seat glaring at him a few moments before asking. "Why did you release me?" He stared at her for a few minutes, reading her before he decided to respond. He smiled faintly "Because I knew you wouldn't run." She wanted to snap at him. Preach on and on about how he was wrong and that she would have if she had the chance. But that would be a complete lie, for she wasn't running now. She exhaled deeply, still fearing and lusting after him. She wished she could turn it off, that disgusting addiction to him and the things that he did to her. She knew he could sense it on her, like a predator can sense fear on its prey. That's why he stood there with that smug grin on his face. "What did you do with Abigail's body." She asked him almost nonchalantly. He gazed into the fire then hovered his hand above licking flames. He brought his hand out of the fireplace, staring at his palm. "I disposed of it." He replied. He looked back up at her. Remembering the feel of her soft dark brown body relinquishing its self to him. He knew something with in her had changed and he couldn't help but want to take her under his wing as his pupil. He pushed himself from off the wall and strolled towards her. She grabbed hold the armrests and sank further and further into the seat as he drew nearer and nearer. Her heart raced. She could hear her own heart beat thudding in her ears. He stopped just a foot away from her, towering over her. She looked up at him submissively. "So what are you going to do now? Kill me?" She tried to sound bold and fearless but she was as transparent as glass. Camron cocked an eyebrow then gestured his hand for her to stand up. Painfully, she slowly pushed her body from her seat. She was so sore she felt like screaming. There they stood, face to face. He looked at her face, down to her succulent mounds. He brought his hand slowly to her left breast. She clenched her hands in a tight fist. Feeling the excitement build as his hand came closer. She didn't even attempt to veil what was really going through her mind at this point. She just wanted his hands on her. He disappointed her a little when he just ran his fingers along the forming scar on the top of her breast. Closing her eyes she savored that one simple touch. Letting it leave a trail of fire on her chest. Violently bringing her back into reality, he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her from the ground. Her feet dangled about an inch from the floor. Abruptly he pushed her up against the wall near the fireplace with a lot less force then she expected. Just when she thought this was how he was going to finish her, her turned her loose. Letting his finger tips playfully run down her body. He reached for the handle of a brander that was stuck inside the fireplace, the kind that's used on cattle. Violet looked at the heated piece of metal as an orange glow radiated at the end of it. He rotated branding part of the brander in the flames slowly. With his other hand he slowly lifted the short gown up to her waist. She was too horrified to move for a few seconds, until he brought the scorching hot metal near her. She shoved him to try and make a break for it. But he wrapped the frail fabric of the grown around his hand and rammed her back up against the wall. Once again her feet dangled from the ground, he seemed to hold her in place effortlessly. She threw as many hits at him as she could. But that didn't stop him from pressing the brander on her stomach next to her belly button. The metal interacting with her skin caused a loud hissing noise. Smoke floated and twirled from her cooking skin. She clutched his shoulders and her body ruptured violently. She screamed horrendously, it was the worst pain she had ever felt. "Shhhhh, Shush." He cooed to her. She gritted her teeth her eyes glued to the ceiling. He held it there against her stomach. "F-fuck...you!" She boomed. "I believe you've already done that." He smirked. He shoved the metal brander back into the fireplace. He admired the enflamed burn mark. A trail of blood seeped down from it. Violet leaned on the wall limply crying silently. If it weren't for him still holding her up against the wall she would have already collapsed. He leaned his forehead on hers and kissed the running tears on her face. "Just a little reminder, that you belong to me now." He growled. "Please, just let me go. Please, I'll do anything." She sobbed. Camron lifted her head up by the chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "You're free to leave this place, but you're not free from me." She looked up at him confused and in agony. "What the fuck are you talking about?" She cried. He smiled at her. In his eyes the games were just beginning. "You'll see Ms. Sylvermen. In the mean time, make sure you and your faggot fiancé keep his mouth shut, for I do have my ways of getting to you both. Is that clear?" He was stern and very domineering. He wanted to make sure she knew who was calling the shots. Still not exactly comprehending what was going on, she nodded in response to his request. She didn't want to further put Lucas or herself in any more danger. And if that meant going against the law and not going to the authorities, then she was more then willing to do so. "I'm glad we have an understanding, Ms. Sylvermen. I'll be seeing you soon." Before she could speak another word he had swiftly penetrated a syringe into her neck and within seconds she was out cold.  "Miss?! Miss!? Are you all right? Oh my, god Frank! Frank, come here!" Violet grew tired of being knocked in and out of her consciousness. She suffered from that same dizziness and blurred vision she had when she was first held captive by Camron. She felt an artic chill wrap around her body. She shivered and attempted to warm herself by wrapping her sore arms around her body. She blinked a few times until she was able to see again. A pile of leaves and grass seemed to be scattered all around her. "Miss, are you all right?" Violet finally acknowledged the pale-faced gray haired woman kneeling beside her. "Frank, hurry! She's awake! Call the paramedics!" The woman called out to another older man. He ran over to the woman and Violet. "She's alive?" He asked the woman. The woman nodded quickly. "Where am I?" Violet mumbled, struggling to sit up. "You're in the park ma'am." The woman replied. Violet squinted her eyes. "Park? What park?" She scooted up to sit upright, hiking up the black nightgown. The man stood there mesmerized at her currently exposed body. "Central park, Miss, You're in Central park. My husband and I found you laying here in the grass unconscious. Don't worry." The woman rested her hands on Violet's soft shoulders. "Who ever did this to you will be caught." Violet looked at the woman, then to her snowed haired husband who was just as pale as she. Central park? That only meant one thing. She was back home, alive. "Damn it Frank! Put your eyes back in your head and call the police or something!" The old woman shrieked. Violet grabbed the woman's wrist firmly. "No you mustn't do that. Please." She begged. "Don't worry honey, the cops will help you. You're much more safer catching whom ever did this to you." The woman reassured. "Frank call 911." She said to her husband. "No! Listen, let me just call my Fiancé please. That's all I need." Violet pleaded. She needed to know if he was all right. The woman looked at her husband then at Violet baffled. "Are you sure?" She asked. "Yes." She replied, lifting herself from the grass. She stumbled towards Frank as he handed her the cell phone. Taking the device into her trembling hands, she dialed Lucas's number. What will she say to him? How will she say it? Calling him alone was an odyssey in it's self. But as the rings came to an end, and a miserable, drained Lucas answered the phone. Violet's heart fluttered with guilt and joy. She opened her mouth but the words couldn't find their way out of her mouth. "Hello?" Lucas said once more, getting agitated. Violet couldn't hold it anymore, the sound of his voice drained the tears from her eyes. She began to sigh and sobbed into the phone. "Lucas." She sighed. There was a long period of silence until Lucas sniveled meekly, "Violet? Violet baby is that you? Please, please let it be you." "Yeah," She broke a smile through her tears. "It's me." She sniffled.  Lucas ran to Central park ignoring the soreness in his legs. He followed the directions Violet gave him to help him find her in the massive park. When he reached his destination he saw Violet barefoot in a black nightgown and large leather coat draped over her shoulders. She was accompanied by a couple who sat on a bench with her. He stood there in awe. He couldn't believe his eyes. He watched her from afar until she looked up and noticed him standing there with his eyes filled with tears. "Lucas!" She cried joyously. She jumped up dropping the leather coat from around her shoulders and ran to him. He ran to her. They ran to each other with open arms. They never held each other so tight. The tears flowed ever so heavily while they held one another in a loving embrace. "I-I thought you were dead. I thought he-" he couldn't even finish his sentence, he was so over whelmed. As he held her in his arms everything was right with the world. "It's ok baby I'm here. I'm ok. Everything's ok now." She comforted. She kissed his lips gently falling in love all over again. She leaned her head on his chest, listening attentively to the beat of the heart that she knew was hers alone. He gave her the brightest smile and wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Let's get you home."  "How did you survive?" He asked in a tone that was as light as air. Lucas found it hard to believe that Violet returned alive and unharmed. They were laying in their bed in their moonlit bedroom. Their legs were weaved tightly together as they cuddled. She looked away from him, with sadness in her eyes. What could she possibly say to him? That the only reason she's alive is because she actually enjoyed what Camron did to her? She had to cook up a lie. Put the past behind her and move towards a future with Lucas. "I escaped." She muttered. "But-but how? He had you chained. Neither one of us knew where we were or how to get home. For all we knew we could've been in Alaska for god's sake! And how the hell did you end up in Central Park?" He was beginning to ask some tough questions that Violet had a hard time answering. She sighed, trying to act distressed and hurt. Lucas cursed his self for interrogating her. "I-I'm sorry baby. This is hard for you. You just had a God awful experience and here I am playing devil's advocate." Lucas ran his hands down her curves. Blood Lust Ch. 02 "The only thing that matters is that you're here now. And that you're ok." She remained silent, leaning her head on his chest. There were no words to describe what she was feeling. Things were so out of whack. Nothing made sense. She knew that who she was before was lost. "Yes, I'm just glad to be home." Did she just tell a lie? She couldn't tell. She wasn't sure about anything. She could only live for this one moment Lucas kissed her. "Did you at least get to see your surroundings when you escaped? So we could give the police a heads up?" Violet looked at him as if he had a festering parasite growing on his face. "Police?!" She sprang up pulling herself from his rapture. "Are you crazy? Are you insane! We can't go to the police!" She exclaimed. Baffled, Lucas laid there staring at her. "Why not? We have to make sure he's arrested for the sick shit he's done. The only reason I kept silent was because I was afraid of what he was going to do to you Vy." He sat up and embraced his shivering fiancé. "Every moment I spent knowing that you could've been killed drove me insane. He told me, the day he took me from you that if he found out that the cops were looking for him, he'd automatically think it was me who gave them the lead. And that would end up with him killing you. I couldn't take that chance. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place..." His voice cracked. Fighting back the tears he continued. "I-I didn't know what else to do. Please forgive me." He cried. He avoided making eye contact with her. His manhood was shattered into a million pieces. He was emasculated in front of the woman he loved. Violet gazed at him, feeling, surprisingly...nothing. What was going on with her? She watched him pour his heart out to her. A defeated humiliated Lucas sat there crying his eyes out. "Forgive you for what?" She asked. He sniffled, attacking the tears with the backside of his hand. "For not being man enough to save you. For putting your life in the hands of that fucking..." Violet wrapped her arms around him before he could finish. Holding him close she gave him the comfort only a woman can give. "It wasn't your fault Lucas. There wasn't anything you could do. It was out of your hands. He...over powered us both." The mere mention of Camron over powering her sent chills down her spine. She hated herself for it. Ignoring those urges, she held Lucas closer to her. "What matters now is that we're together now. And that horrific experience is behind us. We need to move on." He nodded slowly. "Yea, you're right. We should. Maybe leaving the situation alone is in our best interest." He mumbled. He didn't want to let it go that easily. Lucas wasn't vain or chauvinistic, but he wanted Camron to pay dearly for what he did. He stripped everything he had. Money meant nothing if the respect and absolute trust Violet had for him was gone. He knew she would never look at him the same again. The inevitable truth was revealed, and that truth was that he couldn't protect her like he thought he could. He could tell in the way Violet was holding him that she had lost a great deal of respect for him. Blood Lust Ch. 03 Wiping the steam from the foggy mirror Violet finally got a chance to take a long hard look at her self. She even appeared different. Her eyes were cold yet sleepy... like his. She could see him in her. Feel him. Even after bathing obsessively she could still feel the filth coursing through her veins. Vivid images of what happened that night constantly flashed through her mind. She leaned on the bathroom sink gazing into her shadowed eyes. She could still hear the screams, the sound of the whip cracking mercilessly. She bit her lower lip trying to catch those sharp breaths and tame them. But as her reflection glared back at her, she could see the entire scene replaying right before her. She could still taste the blood on her soft lips. That sweet saline flavor tingling her taste buds. She hovered over the sink barely holding herself up. Rocking slightly, she tried to forget the grim reality she had been forced into. This man had humiliated her in every way she could possibly name. And yet the very mention of his name, or the very thought of him had her tossing and turning at night. She continued to stare at her reflection. "Do you even know who you are anymore?" She slurred. Her disoriented reflection just stood there, with a sinister aura searing from it. She stood up straight and observed her entire nude body. She ran her hands down her stomach, subconsciously fantasizing about him. She missed those violating hands that made demands all on their own. No one had ever touched her like that. Lucas, being the softhearted hopeless romantic he had always been, never knew how to be dominant. She fingered the brand mark on her stomach shaped like a sideways crucifix. She remembered what he said to her. "You're free to leave this place, but you're not free from me..." She couldn't understand. Three months had gone by and not once did she see or hear from him. She was almost certain that he was out of her life for good. She tried to focus on moving on and getting her life back. But as the agonizing days dragged by it all became clear to her. That she will never be satisfied or content with life as long as she continued to lie to herself. As long as she continued to deny herself these hidden desires she would bring herself to the brink of insanity. The urges were so strong that to this day she didn't allow Lucas to touch her. The thought alone disgusted her. He tried several times to make love to her, but failed miserably. She couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. She denied his love more times then she could count. And all he tried to do was heal a wound that didn't even exist. She hated herself for being so distant from him. She sighed as her fingers explored the brownish black burn mark on her stomach. Like the mark, she felt as if he had been burned onto her skin. He left a permanent mark on not only her body but on her soul. And it was that very stain he left on her that made her crave for him more. On days where she was alone she'd spend them working her body to an orgasm with his name spilling from her lips. She closed her eyes, trying to remember how his hands felt on her, the cruelty in his voice and the taste of his tongue in her mouth. Trying to bring herself back to that moment when he took her, she eased her hand lower. Softly gliding down the curves of her body trying to reach that aching spot between her legs. "Did he do that to you?" Violet's heart nearly burst out her chest. She snapped her eyes open looking at Lucas standing behind her through the mirror. "What was that babe?" She asked quietly, trying to slowly remove her hand from where she had it. "I asked if he did that to you?" He repeated. She looked down at the brand mark on her stomach. She grazeded it with her fingertips. "Th-this?" "Yeah." He replied. Violet sighed then nodded quickly. She grabbed her robe that hung from the wall in front of her. "Yes, he did." She replied monotonously. She swiftly put on her robe and turned around. She forced herself to look him in the eyes despite the pain it caused her. She folded her arms. Lucas opened his mouth to say something but his words were lost. He inhaled then made his way towards her. She pressed her body against the wall when he came with in arm's length. He moved the robe aside to uncover the brand mark. He shook his head with abhorrence. "Sick, just sick." He mumbled. He swept his thumb across brownish black burn and leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead. Violet grimaced as his lips lingered against her head a second to long for her liking. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. "I didn't notice it before." He whispered sympathetically against her forehead. She placed her hands on his shoulders giving them a slight unnoticeable shove. Which was another one of her feeble attempts at pushing him away. "It didn't hurt much." She lied. It didn't hurt much because I liked it. Jesus, how sick was she for even thinking that. Lucas exhaled a gust of wind from his nostrils and leaned back to take in the beauty of his fiancé. The soft pout of her lips and the inexplicable sleepiness of her eyes threw him off. Something about her had definitely changed. Her eyes were no longer warm and welcoming. They were dark, sinister and almost wild with fury. He barely recognized her. He cupped the side of her face in his hand. Tracing his thumb along her high cheekbone, he gazed into her eyes. Still looking for the Violet he once knew. Almost reading his mind she said in an airy tone, "We both know, that I'm not the same woman I was before." She placed her hand atop of the hand that gently caressed her face. She laced her fingers with his and kissed his thumb. That had to have been the first act of affection that she showed him since her return. "I know babe, I know. I wish I could do something to-" She pressed her fingers against his lips. Her eyes took in the softness of his, and she remembered the way they were. How care free and young they use to be. How nothing else in the world mattered but them, their love and their plan to reach greatness together. She remembered the white winter snow, how it fell serenely onto the smug city streets as they embraced each other. The way he whispered 'I love you' against her lips almost every night. All the memories began to rise to the surface as she willingly pressed her lips against his. She let her graceful yet hard working hands dance and explore his back. She wanted to remember. She willed herself to remember. Lucas wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Kissing him almost desperately, Violet tugged at his shirt pulling him into her hard. Lucas stumbled forward, knocking Violet up against the wall. She grunted from the impact and Lucas pulled his mouth and body away from hers. "Damn, Violet are you ok? I stumbled and-" She nuzzled her nose and lips against his. "Hush." She hissed at him. She grazed her tongue up his lower lip then pulled him against her once more, nearly knocking the wind out of him. He pressed her up against the wall and untied her robe. The creamy white silk material melted down her brown shoulders and fluttered to the marble floors. Her bare flesh heaved from her erratic breathing causing her full supple breast to bounce lightly. Lucas, still squeezing her with tremendous force, began to nibble at the crook of her neck. Violet moaned and leaned her head back. She hooked her leg around him tenaciously and dug her nails into his back. Feeling her nails clawing at his back through his shirt, Lucas's body tensed. Shocked at his fiancé's sudden out burst of aggression; Lucas was caught off guard even more when she hissed against his ear, "Bite me." She licked the rim of his ear down to his earlobe. "Wh-what?" He mumbled against her soft neck. He suddenly felt her hand shove his head closer to her neck. "Bite me." She repeated with a low groan. Hesitantly, Lucas sank his teeth into her neck. Her jaw hung low and her nails hooked into the back of his neck. He groaned and a small whimper from her followed. Her hips rolled against his growing erection desperately. She wrapped her legs around him tighter and pulled his face deeper into the crook of her neck. "Harder. Bite harder baby." She wailed still motioning her hips against him. Her heaving breaths blew the strands of hair on her face upward gracefully as Lucas dug out the courage to sink his teeth in her long neck harder. "Yessss." She hissed against his ear. She squeezed his body against hers violently as she dug her fingernails into his back deeper. Lucas grunted and licked up her neck then sunk his teeth back into her tender flesh. Giving off a deep-throated groan, Violet hooked her fingers inside the neck of his collar shirt and ripped it half way open with one tug. The buttons scattered across the floor with a clatter. His shirt hung onto bend of his toned arms idly, leaving his torso and part of his abdomen unveiled. He partially tugged away from her grasp. "Violet, baby. Wait..." He stuttered breathlessly. She gritted her teeth, breathing sharply like a wild animal. "What?" She shuttered. He ran his hands down her body gently, exhaling shakily. "This," He shook his head. "This isn't like you Vy." He mumbled humbly. Violet cocked an eyebrow, then pressed the palm of her hand against his bare chest. Her eyes followed her hand down his chest to his abdomen slowly. She bit her lower lip when she got to the protruding bulge between his legs. Cupping it firmly, Lucas let out a deep melodious groan and his hips rocked forward gently. His eyes were glazed over with lust and his hands took in the beauty of her frame hungrily. Her hand rolled back and forth slowly as she watched his body grow weak with desire. "Be as that may, you still seem to respond rather fondly to my sudden change." She growled. Her tongue grazed her upper lip as her hand quickened in pace. Lucas's eyes were hooded as his hand rested against the wall above her head. He brought his free hand up her curvaceous frame. Her radiant brown skin was hot to the touch. She stroked his growing erection until he went weak in the knees. He leaned his right hand on the wall above her head trying to keep from toppling over. He hung his head low enough to brush his lips against her fore head as she continued to stroke him. Every breath he exhaled came out with a shudder from his trembling lips. Her fingers locked around his girth tighter as she moved her hand faster. Lucas clenched his teeth as a throaty groan vibrated from him. Savoring his hum of pleasure, Violet stretched her neck upward to steal another hungry kiss from his lips. He leaned lower kneading his warm tongue with hers. She released his throbbing member to unzip his pants. It sprang from his trousers until it laid flat against his stomach. She snaked one umber colored leg around his waist pulling him closer. She brought her lips to his, licking and nipping at his bottom lip as she moved her hips against his length. Lucas held her full hips in his hands, now guiding them against his aching cock. Her bare flesh was as hot as fire and she was sodden in her own nectar. Her leg tightened around him as her hips continued their provocative motion. The length of his shaft rubbed against her swollen clit sending shudders up her spine. She arched her back off the wall giving off a sound that was a cross between a whimper and groan. That sound was more then enough persuasion for Lucas to take control. He took a step forward, pressing her body back up against the wall. With their lips still locked together, he held her bucking hips steady as he nuzzled the head of his throbbing cock against her soaked pussy lips. They were breathing sharply through their nostrils. Lucas buried himself inside her with one hard thrust. Violet threw her head back, pushing out a wail from the pit of her stomach. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades as he continued to roll his hips against hers. She brushed her lips against his ear, breathing hot puffs of air against his ear and neck. The tip of her serpent like tongue ran along the rim of his ear. "Harder." She growled almost demonically. He complied, thrusting into her with more vigor. She growled, both in pleasure and frustration. "Stop holding back Lucas!" She hissed. "I-I don't want to hurt you." He whispered between grunts. She kissed him roughly. "Don't - hold - back." She commanded. He reluctantly obeyed, putting more force into every thrust. Violet's brows furrowed and her body quivered from her screaming. She closed her eyes and envisioned Camron's devouring gray eyes boring into her soul. Her pussy gripped Lucas tighter as she brought one hand to grope his toned ass cheek. He pumped faster, harder with each passing second. "Oh, God." She gritted. So close. Her thighs began to quivering. Almost. Her breaths became shallow. She raked at his shoulders, tearing through the flesh. The feeling of his blood seeping between her fingers nearly drove her to the brink, when Lucas suddenly yelped in agony. He instantly lost his erection from the feeling of his own blood oozing down his shoulder to his chest. He tore his self from their rapture to frown at the flesh wound. He shot an angry look at Violet who stood there in a daze. "What the fuck Violet?!" He snapped. Violet opened her mouth to respond but found herself focused on the vermillion fluid leisurely running down his chest and to the floor. She didn't even notice she was licking her lips. "God, damn it!" Lucas muttered to his shoulder. He went to the sink to rinse out the small open gashes. Violet shook her head back into reality and gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry Lucas; I didn't realize I was being so rough." She apologized lazily. He looked at her then back at his shoulder and sighed. "It's fine. Even though I'm sure it'll leave a scar. But, it's fine." He droned. He walked over to his nude and dissatisfied fiancé to kiss her on her forehead. "Let's call it quits on the rough sex, Kay?" Violet grimaced at that request. Sex just didn't seem appealing if she couldn't be ravaged the way Camron ravaged her. She turned her face from his and nodded in agreement. Lucas forced a reassuring smile and kissed her again. "I'm off to work." He huffed, making his way through the bathroom door. Violet slid her fingers through her hair and picked up her bathrobe from off the floor. "You're going to work now?" She questioned, slipping her arms through the sleeves. "Yeah, emergency call. I was supposed to leave thirty minutes ago but we got preoccupied." He called out from the bedroom. Violet leaned up against the sink. "I see." She mumbled to herself. She looked at her blood-coated fingers and bit her lower lip. Her mouth began to water. "I should be home soon. Don't worry." His voice was nothing but a monotonous hum to her ears. The steady beating of her heart pounding in her ears drowned out his voice and the sound of him leaving the house. She brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean. Her lids grew heavy. The taste was tantalizing. She threw her head back and groaned. Her fingers danced with her tongue, swirling Lucas's red essence in her mouth. Wallowing in her own bliss, she heard Camron's voice flooding her mind. "Just a little reminder that you belong to me now." Her pride kept her in denial, but every bit of her did belonged to him. She opened her eyes to catch a glance of herself in the mirror. Her eyes widened with horror and she snatched her fingers from her mouth. "Oh my God, what the hell is happening to me?" ~~~~~~~ With his knuckles digging everything into the floor boards, Camron brought his self to do one last push up. He exhaled sharply before holding his position. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, neck and bare back. His muscles were throbbing from his vigorous work out session. But he didn't mind it. Prison made him grow accustom to working out hours on in. During his time there all he did was work out and read. Those were the only hobbies that appeal to him at the moment. The other inmates attempted to turn him out. They targeted him especially because of his reputation. In their eyes he was just a spoiled, rich, pretty boy living out his sick and bloody fantasy. They hated him, because he wasn't like them and didn't wish to be. His money drew the line that separated him from them. Thus, making them dislike him more than they already did. It didn't matter to Camron. He was never impressed or interested in people period. This made killing whom ever, when ever easier with each passing slaughter. He grunted as he stood up from the mahogany wood floors. Cracking his stiff knuckles he strolled through his Shoji screen doors and left his custom made sparring room. He made his way to the back patio. His house stood atop of a cliff by the ocean. The clouds were a deep rural blue and bolts of lightening gave them a hazy white glow. The waters were strangely calm but the winds were ferocious. The scenery brought back memories of that night many years ago. The night that started it all. He was pushing his twenties when it happened. He wanted to live out the ultimate fantasy of power, pain and carnal pleasures. Being intrigued by stories of bloodthirsty creatures since age fourteen, Camron found a common ground between him and them. Stories of longhaired beauties and their dark seducers, whisking them away into the night then feeding from them savagely was far more enticing than clumsy adolescent sex. The very first girl he took was just like the rest. Spoiled, stuck up, upper class and pretentious. They met at one of his parent's social events where many of the country's elites came to mingle. The ballroom was sprinkled with bland characters, but he caught her eye with his lethargic gray eyes and indifference. He stood in the back of the ballroom in a lonely corner. Even in the midst of hand crafted immense crystal chandeliers, priceless pieces from the Renaissance movement and polished marble flooring he still managed to be unimpressed. Cleary any man who would be so aloof in such exclusive company must come from a long line of wealth. She weaved through the crowd to approach him with out hesitation. "Hello, my name is-" "Samantha DeVito." Camron cut her introduction short. Surprised by the depth of his voice, she gave him a lopsided smile and tucked her sandy brown hair behind her ear. "So you heard of me." She smiled coyly. He took a sip of his Champagne and looked passed her. "False modesty is very unbecoming." He scoffed. Not being able to find a response to his venomous tone she dismissed it and continued her courtship. "You must be Rosemary and Abel's son. Camron, is it?" She straightened her posture to assert her confidence and ample chest. Her skin was tanned and radiant from all her vacations to exotic islands. Camron brought his self to study her. Despite her full breast she was very slender. Her narrow hips barely filled out her designer gown. She was indeed a fairly beautiful woman with warm hazel eyes, luscious coral colored lips and flawless bone structure. But Camron could care less about her beauty. Though the DeVito family was almost as protective of their private affairs as his family, it was no secret that Samantha DeVito had a drug and drinking problem. She smoked, snorted and drank away a large portion of her inherited money and brought shame to the proud DeVito name. Her family had disowned her completely after growing tired of paying for unfinished rehab sessions and medical bills from her several relapses. He couldn't even figure out how or why she even got through the front door. It was obvious she was no longer apart of or welcomed in this world by those who inherited it. But to him, she did belong. She fitted in perfectly. There was no major difference between her and the swarming sea of blue bloods that infested the ballroom. Many of them were drug addicts and alcoholics. They were just better at hiding it. Even though she still had a large chunk of her fortune left, there wasn't enough money in the world that could buy back the several years drugs and alcohol stole from her face. Being only five years his senior, Samantha resembled someone ten years older than him. Typical. She was typical. They all were typical. And he loathed them for it. He sighed and set his half empty glass on a near by table. Blood Lust Ch. 03 "Yes, that would be me." He replied. He tucked one of his hands in the pocket of his black trousers. "Of course you are. You have your father's eyes." She gazed into his eyes dreamily. God he's handsome. She thought. She heard of Rosemary and Abel's blossoming air to the Masochis fortune. All the women, young and old threw theirselves at his feet. If it wasn't just his money that lured them to him, it was his growing muscular build and distant disposition. She flipped her hair gracefully and bit her full bottom lip. "So, will you be attending the all white party at the country club this weekend?" She pouted. Camron gazed down at her nearly sneering with disgust. "I don't have any interest in this 'all white' party." He stared into space, bored with her passive presence. She gave him that lopsided smile and crossed her arms across her chest. "Why? Is the color white too pure for you?" She cocked an eyebrow. He looked at her again. The stone cold unanimated expression on his face melted away revealing a devious smile. "Yes, it is." He grinned. Samantha threw her head back and laughed. "I see. At least you're honest. Other men would play the innocent role 'til the very end." She chortled. His beaming smile dimmed a bit. "Innocence is an illusion, and a limitation." She couldn't help but wither under his hot gaze. She could feel his energy emanating from his still body. Even though he was an adolescent, his natural sex appeal out did that of a grown man. She had to have him. Get a taste of those lips and other luscious parts of his body. She took a bold step closer to him and gently rested her hand on his broad shoulder. "I couldn't agree with you more. What's the point in living if you can't sin a little?" She purred. Camron licked his lips, purposely making her want him more. His eyes skimmed the buzzing ballroom before leaning closer to her. He allowed his lips to touch the rim of her ear. "Are you looking to do some sinning tonight, little girl?" He growled. Samantha sighed heavily. His warm breath and strong tone sent icy-hot shock waves down her spine. She exhaled shakily. "Perhaps... S-s-sinning does sound l-like...." He licked the rim of her ear down to her earlobe, stealing the words from her lips. She groaned and bent her head back gently. Her body drew closer to his. "Sinning sounds like what?" He nuzzled his nose down the crook of her neck to her collarbone, leaving trails of hot fire. She bit her lower lip, feeling the heat and lust stirring inside her. He kissed her collarbone as his hand palmed the back of her exposed thigh, pulling her closer. "Sounds like...." She said breathlessly. His hand crept up her thigh, hiking up her blue silk gown. She grabbed his thick wrist before he exposed her goods to the party. "Wh-whoa, wait a m-minute. We have an audience." She stuttered. He wrapped his arm around her and gently whirled her around in a semi-circle. "Why wait?" He whispered, backing her up against the wall slowly. She stumbled a bit, still holding on to his wrist for support. He nestled his lips against her neck breathing her in. She was pressed between him and the wall. Her body shivered under his touch and her underwear was dampened with her own desire. Camron took his free hand and slid it between her thighs. He slowly drew his hand closer to her throbbing sex. He locked his eyes with hers, paralyzing her with his cold gray eyes. A low groan rumbled from her loosely parted lips when she felt his thumb rub against her clit. He stroked her clit in a circular motion and her hips began to gyrate. She grabbed hold of his shoulder with her free hand, while still holding onto his arm that held her against him. He pushed her soaked panties aside to slip two thick fingers in her pussy. Still rubbing his thumb against her swollen clit he pumped his long fingers slowly. Her moans amplified as her hips rolled against his fingers. Her juices coated his working fingers and hand. His eyes grew colder as he watched her groan through her clench teeth. "H-hold on...wait. Not here. We'll get caught. " She whimpered. His curled fingers moved faster, filling her velvety walls. "You think I care about getting caught?" He grinned deviously as he pushed his fingers deeper. She fought back the moan that tried to escape her lips. The crowd became an opaque blur. "P-please, let's take this somewhere private. Okay?" She begged. Camron straightened his posture and pulled his wet fingers from her heated core slowly. "Fine by me." He grinned. He took his sopping wet fingers and grazed them on her puffy bottom lip. She licked the tip of his fingers before bringing them into her mouth. She sucked them clean from the second knuckle to the tips as she moaned. Her eyes never left his. He licked his lips and leaned one hand against the wall above her head. "So do you want to get out of here?" He asked huskily. Samantha wiped the corners of her mouth with her fragile fingers. "Yeah, your call baby, where do you want to go?" She grinned. He smiled and grabbed her hand to lead her away from the dying party. This will be interesting. He grinned to himself.