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Lord Ruthven's Domain Ch. 01

By: gaggedKitty23



On the hidden island of Zol'rume, cloaked by powerful wards of the superior vampiric race, a den of iniquity and depravity exists unknown to the modern world. Here vampires come to slake their hunger, feeding off of mortal bodies in two time-honored ways. Vampires can drink the sexual fluids of mortals to sustain themselves. They can also drink mortal blood. Some prefer one taste, others another...and only one rule reigns above all others: Pleasure.

Humans are succulent meat, playthings to be used and discarded. Most vampires are harsh and cruel, and there is always new young flesh being brought to the island. Only one thing is certain...none of these once-innocent girls will last long. The moment these beautiful girls set foot on the island, their fates are sealed...

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Lord Ruthven lazily shrugged out of his suit jacket and tie, stripping away his perfectly ironed shirt to reveal a bare chest gleaming with muscle. 

"Do you like what you see, my lady?"

A slip of a girl with cobalt-blue eyes and long golden tresses stood beside him. She was as naked as the day of her birth, and that naked body was now trembling all over. Ruthven patiently took in the sight of her achingly sexy breasts, upturned and so ready for his touch. The girl's delectable nipples were screaming to be bitten. Ruthven felt his cock harden as he noticed that even the color of her areolae were his favorite shade of pink.

"N-no Master. Please take me away from here." Ruthven eyed her lithe form, the smooth and hairless belly with a belly button he wanted to drink blood out of...ahhh and the heady scent of her body had his cock lengthening more with each passing heartbeat.

"Hmm. And why would I do that exactly, when we have only just arrived?" He said it with such false innocence, laughter trailing the comment. 

There was a collar of rope tied around the girl's neck, her only adornment besides the coil of rope binding her wrists firmly behind her back. He tugged the leash on her collar to send her stumbling after him as he made his rounds.

The harsh lights of the rave club swirled in a kaleidoscope of color. Many vampires were already lounging on the comfortable velvet furniture, or enjoying the more dungeon-themed accoutrements. Ruthven was tall and lanky despite his musculature. As a vampire he never tired. The thirst was unending, could only be satiated for a little while. His pale skin shone underneath the pulsing lights. He paraded his newest pet past Lord Iorik, a young ebony-skinned vampire who was bulky and strong, even for a vampire. 

Iorik was already occupied. A busty, dark-haired slave named Gabriella knelt between his legs as he sat drinking brandy. She pumped her mouth powerfully up and down, vacuuming up his prodigious length as the barely audible sounds of her slurps reached Ruthven's ears.

"I see you found yourself a new toy, Ruthven. I trust you did not overpay this time?" Iorik said with a twinkle in his eye. 

Ruthven glanced down at the dark-haired slut who was impaling her mouth as if her life depended on it. She had been with Iorik for nearly thirteen months, which for a slave girl was no short duration. The fact that she even still breathed spoke to the girl's eagerness to please her Master. 

Ruthven shivered a little when he thought of what usually happened to such girls within their first six months or so among vampire-kind. As if in reply to his thoughts, Ruthven turned and watched a different picture unfolding. 

He recognized a tall, broad-nosed vampire. It had to be Lord Kraul, or he was blind - which wasn't likely since vampires saw perfectly in the dark. Kraul was of Spanish descent, his hair tumbling down to his shoulders in midnight curls. He had an Asian slave girl named Violet chained to the ceiling, her wrists suspended high over her head and her legs splayed wide so that both her feet were anchored to the manacles bolted into the floor. 

The gorgeous girl groaned as Kraul penetrated her from behind. His quick, murderous thrusts had established a strong rhythm matched only by the forward flops of her ample breasts. The Asian girl's mouth opened with a scream of terror as Kraul's fangs sank into the side of her neck. The deadly bloodlust in Kraul's eyes told what Ruthven already knew; he would likely bleed her dry before the night was finished.

Turning back to the relatively more refined company of his old rival, he gave Iorik a brittle smile. "What price I pay for the occasional blood-pet or sex-pet is none of your concern, but I'm touched that you care." He let the false sarcasm sink in as he watched intently while the black-haired slave pushed her mouth down all the way onto Iorik's cock, gasping as she took him in balls-deep, her nose pressed into his pubic mound. 

She hung on tightly, encasing his shaft in her sweet mouth for the longest, most agonizing twenty seconds in the history of the world - or so it must have seemed to Iorik, Ruthven mused. Then she was off of him, gasping for air as strings of cum dangled from her full lips. 

"How do I taste, Gabriella?" Iorik asked with deceptive mildness.

"Exquisite Master!" Gabriella chirped, and then sank her mouth onto him once more. Soon the sucking and slurping resumed, a pleasant background to their conversation.

"Do you have special plans for that one?" Iorik prodded, indicating the innocent blonde slave beside Ruthven.

"Not as yet...I thought I would give her the full tour of the major clubs. A 'pub crawl' for sex pets, as it were." Both vampires laughed as the slim blonde shifted nervously, all too aware of her Master's hand firmly holding onto her leash.

"Does she have a name?"

"Slave Sophia, greet my age-old 'friend' here. This is Lord Iorik." 

Slave Sophia knelt in submission at Iorik's feet. Ruthven had not had time to teach her much, but he had impressed on her the importance of basic decorum. She knew that there was only one way to properly greet a vampire lord; on her knees.

"May I?" Iorik asked permission, his hand straying toward a lock of the girl's hair. Ruthven nodded as the fellow vampire pushed a stray golden tendril behind the girl's ear. He tipped the girl's chin up, appraising the angel-like face.

"This one was an unusual find, Ruthven. I give you my congratulations" The compliment came off as disingenuous, though, since the green envy in Iorik's tone was as blatant as the smell of blood. 

Ruthven snorted, tugging on the leash and indicating that Sophia should rise. He had her back up to him until she felt his hard erection against her back. Then, with surprising discipline and gentleness for one of his kind, Ruthven caressed the girl's breasts and let the leash fall from his fingertips.

"This one is special, Iorik. I do not intend to waste her, so I advise that you do not get your hopes up." 

Sophia tried to blot out the vampire's caresses even though their gentle distractions were welcome given the nightmare around her. She stifled a moan as Ruthven's hands continued to stroke her. His tongue made a lazy climb up the side of her neck, then twirled around one particular spot as if he contemplated sinking his fangs into that very span of unblemished flesh.

"Shall we mingle a little more before going somewhere more private, my lady?" Sophia shuddered as her Master's hand teasingly grazed her clit. Yet she felt an odd sense of protective vigilance pouring from her Master rather than cruelty, something that these other sadistic vampires nearby seemed not to possess. 'Are they all alike?' she wondered. Or was there hope, hope that some were better than others?

"W-whatever Master wishes," she sighed as Ruthven pulled her toward the next vampire. Truth be told he did feel a surge of safeguarding instinct regarding his newest sex pet, and it both maddened and intrigued him. He would have to ask for more details about this Sophia - where she had been captured and how. Her full story intrigued him, and not just her body.

That was rare. Exceedingly so. When a man lived for century after century with undying thirst it became harder and harder to care about anything beyond one's own pleasure. Yet as Ruthven saw the fear in his slave girl's eyes, a tiny sliver of him...what...'cared?' Was that even the proper term for it? 

Ruthven wasn't sure, but he was sure that the uptick in his heartbeat had something to do with this brave girl. He had seen many new sex pets cry continuously for mercy or reduce themselves to hysterical sobs. This one was different. 

'How is she able to contain her fear,' he thought...and found himself dearly wanting to find out.

"Tell me something, Sophia," Ruthven said huskily as he dragged her toward a four-poster bed in the middle of the dance floor. "What do you feel when you look at them?"

Sophia's eyes widened as she saw the scene on the bed. 

Two dark-skinned vampires and a slave girl were engrossed in one another's attentions. The bulkier vampire lay underneath, while a slave girl named Ava rode his manhood gleefully, her hips gyrating. The bulky blood-sucker admired her buttocks moving up and down on his shaft even as his hands slid along her from behind. Meanwhile the dusky brunette slave jerked her head sideways, better exposing her neck for the other vampire kneeling beside her. He proceeded to lean under her jaw, sinking his fangs into her prone neck as she moaned and rode the other vampire's cock with more zeal - if such was even possible.

The three were like one combined organism, delirious with symbiotic lust. The squelching sounds each time Ava joined her pussy firmly to bottom out on her Master's hardness seemed to burrow into Sophia's ears, haunting her. 

"Master...does she...does she truly enjoy it?"

Enjoy it? Yes, but that did not mean it was good for her. Ruthven eyed the trio on the bed.

Judging from the pallor of the slave girl's skin, Ava was being fed on too frequently. She would survive the night, but at this rate if her Master did not allow her some rest soon...

Of course he decided not to tell his young slave of this. Why create terror when she already had enough to deal with acclimating to his world. Instead he gently gripped her shoulders and his words were feather-soft in her ears. 

"It is not uncommon for the bite of a vampire to release chemicals in the body which heighten arousal...and sensation. You will find that the most mind-blowing orgasm can be achieved with a single bite," he promised seductively. His lips pressed softly at the nape of her neck.

"Why are you showing me these things?" 

"Only so that you will behave, dear girl. Am I getting through to you?"

With another fresh shiver, the slender girl nodded and even turned, burrowing her head into the crook of her Master's shoulder. 

"Yes Master."

He licked his lips, an idea forming in his head as he saw a vampire mistress striding directly for him, one he knew all too well.

"That is good, my lady, because soon we will have company. Your first full lesson is about to begin."

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I'll be posting more chapters in this story and future chapters should be quite a bit longer. Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better.

~gaggedKitty

Lord Ruthven's Domain Ch. 02



Lucia's brisk walk brooked no nonsense. The attractive Latina vampire had long hair with curly waves, and her eyes were as seductive and delicious-looking as dark chocolate. She was completely naked, showing off her body for all the vampires to see - not that they could touch her without permission. Human females might have been fair game among vampire-kind, but vampire mistresses enjoyed all the same rights as the males.

"Welcome, Ruthven. It is a pleasure to see you my love." Ruthven gritted his teeth but forced himself to be pleasant. He gave her a smile as she reached up to give him a languorous kiss. 

"No, Lucia, the pleasure is mine," he replied obediently, staying polite. 

"When I saw you come in I went to the trouble of preparing a room for you just the way you like it. I would love to join you later, if you'll permit?" The hope in her voice was impossible to dash, much as Ruthven preferred to have some extended alone time with his new slave girl. 

"I would be most delighted if you did, Lucia. Lead on." He gently tugged on the leash and Sophia followed, the rope still tied around her neck and her wrists still bound tightly behind her back. 

This time she did not stumble despite the flashing strobe lights in the rave club and the shadows which seemed to soak up every other step. The girl captive's gaze couldn't help staring in horrified fascination as they walked through. Many vampires languished on decadently luxuriant furniture with their slaves, but others seemed to prefer playing with their slaves in more harsh, dungeon-like conditions. 

A beautiful blonde girl not unlike Sophia was laid out with her arms and legs stretched by heavily knotted cords, and with a dark leather collar around her neck. The girl's name 'Slave Tracie' - was written in black permanent marker above her breasts, and below those words someone had written 'Fuck me.' A line of vampires waited behind her, and one assailant was pushing his cock between her labia as Sophia walked by. 

"No! Please!" Tracie cried out as the shaft plunged home.

"That slave must have done something truly disobedient for her Master to willingly share her like that," Lucia murmured as the helpless girl disappeared from view.

Sophia tried to look upward to avoid seeing more of such horrors. A few raised platforms throughout the club had vampires dancing, sometimes with each other, and sometimes with their frightened human slaves - both male and female. Long chains dove from the rave club's mirrored ceiling. Along some of them a naked vampire gyrated back and forth, swinging with sadistic glee while watching the depravity below. Other chains had slave girls or man-slaves dangling from them, often by their ankles.

"Will you miss this place, Sophia?" 

The young blonde shuddered as Ruthven's hand cupped her sexy ass and continued to prod her forward. "N-no Master."

Ruthven knew of many vampires who would punish their slave pets for daring to show any disapproval of vampire kind, but for some reason he admired Sophia's honesty. 

A small grin twitched along his lips as they left the pounding, music-filled rave club and entered a soundproofed hallway. Gothic skull-shaped lamps lit the way until they reached a door near the end of the hallway. Made of what looked like rusted iron, the door creaked like nails on a chalkboard as they opened it.

"Here you are, my love. Just the way you like it," Lucia purred.

Ruthven sighed, trying to have patience. He and Lucia had a history, bittersweet though it was. She had never moved on. He had. If only he could make her understand.

"Thank you Lucia. I can take things from here," he said pointedly, and for once she took his hint and left, her silky laugh following her out as the door slammed shut with finality.

The room was 16 by 16 feet with murals, some lurid, some intoxicating, plastered across the walls. Some had images of vampire orgies. Others were more sedate, showing a ghostly moon with a stark landscape of steep cliffs. 

But those weren't what entrapped Sophia's attention. The blonde gasped as she saw the giant wooden horse. Four wooden pillars nailed together to a smooth crosspiece, and on that crosspiece someone had affixed a line of blood-red vibrators. There were five artificial cocks marching in a line from smallest and thinnest to longest and thickest. 

"We call this the Horse of Trials, my lady. Can you guess why?" She trembled in his grasp, her eyes widening.

He walked around the horse, his hand caressing each vibrator. "We will train your pussy well -and what better way than to stretch it with progressively larger cocks?" He stroked the smallest vibrator. It was smooth and maybe 7.5 inches, harmless looking enough. But as he moved to the subsequent cocks - to the 9 inch, 11 inch, 13 inch, and 15 inch cocks - the girl's face became a mask of horror.

"Yes, they do become rather...impressive in girth and in length, I'm afraid. And the ribbings become more and more pronounced...to add to your pleasure of course." He watched as his words sank in. The slender girl looked like a deer about to bolt. He quickly stalked back to her before she did anything stupid. 

Now feeling the smallest glimmer of pity for her, he motioned for her to sit on the nearby velvet couch. She sat on one end and he sat on the other, taking her legs and swiveling them so that her feet rested on his lap. Rubbing the soles of her feet, he began to work them over with his skillful hands. His eyes swept up to ensnare hers. She looked away even as he felt her relax just barely in response to his luxurious assault.

"Look at me, Sophia." 

The slave girl's chin jerked up. Her eyes shone a bit moist, but otherwise she refused to show her fear.

"You are very frightened, and I understand that. I am here to teach you how to survive in my world. Pay attention and you may." He didn't know why, especially since he had never felt this way about a slave girl before, but part of him desperately wanted her to survive. It wasn't all up to him either. Nominally she belonged to him, but the vampire hierarchy was not always so simple. There were the Ancient Lords and Elder Matrons who could do what they pleased and punish any slave, if they saw fit. 

Sophia would have to play her cards carefully or she would end up like far too many slaves...

"These are the rules, slave. Do you see that chain running above the Horse?" Sophia nodded. 

"Your wrists will be bound to the sliding bracelets along that chain. You will use that chain to slide and position yourself over the Horse. You will fuck each of those vibrators, from smallest to largest, instantly obeying my commands. As soon as I tell you to move to the next one, you will do it - immediately - and without question. Do you understand?"

Sophia nodded, saying nothing. Ruthven smacked her lightly on her right breast. "Speak."

"Y-yes Master. This slave understands."

Ruthven was curious about the girl's background, and he was in no hurry to begin their lesson. However, the playroom door abruptly swung open again and Mistress Lucia returned with three male slaves in tow. One was pale and the other two were dark of complexion. They were bound, spread-eagled to a long platform with wheels not unlike a giant dolly, and with their heads covered in black hoods. 

"Sorry my love. I couldn't bear to wait any longer. Don't mind me. Continue your instruction and I'll stay out of your way unless you...require my assistance." She said it so sweetly that it made Ruthven sick. He couldn't deny Lucia's sexual beauty, but something about her personality rankled him. 

He decided that his more probing conversation with Sophia could wait. 

"Come, let's begin." He rose, helping the young blonde off the couch. The girl trembled again as he undid the bindings on her wrists, preparing to shackle them to the horizontal chain above. But as he prepared to do so, she bolted. The girl made it all the way to the door, desperately yanking at it for it to open. 

Yet, like most vampire doors it was made to be extremely heavy - so heavy that no human could easily move it, let alone a slip of a girl like Sophia. She screamed as Ruthven took hold of her collar's leash, yanking it backward, sending her tumbling into his arms. 

His angry words and hot breath tore into her ears. 

"That was not very intelligent, Sophia. You disappoint me." The girl mewled something between tears as Ruthven did something surprising. 'She's expecting punishment,' he thought wryly. He loved surprising his slaves - and whether it was the tenderness he felt for this particular slave girl or something else, he found himself doing the unexpected.

Ruthven threw the naked girl onto the couch, pushing her thighs wide and diving into her sex. His tongue began to batter immediately at her joy button, slurping and darting deeper between the folds of her warmth. With her hands still free the girl reached out to either side, squeezing the plush cushions as her nipples stood to attention. Her breathing hitched. The blue-eyed angelic face looked down in a mixture of horror and heavy-lidded shock.

"Master what are you doing?" she gasped. 

Lucia's musical laughter erupted behind him. "He has a soft spot for you, slave, and it may be your undoing and his. Look over here little bitch, and see the way that pleasure SHOULD be taken from a worthless human slave."

Ruthven ignored his former vampire lover, licking and sucking harder on Sophia's clit as his hands came up, caressing her supple mounds. Sophia groaned, but she also couldn't take her eyes off of the action going on just across the room.

The gorgeous Latina vampire had stroked the cocks of each of her three male victims to hardness. Now she slipped a leather cock ring around the base of each man's cock, making their erections possible but agonizing. 

She sauntered back to Slave One, who was still spread-eagled on the platform just like the others. She didn't bother to give her man-slaves names. According to Lucia's way of thinking, humans didn't deserve them. After all, their bodies were pathetically fragile and their lives tragically too brief. 

Lucia knelt over Slave One's pale cock, simultaneously reaching for something in her nearby chest of 'toys.' The first item was a long, four-pronged whip. Each prong had four sharpened beads at the end, designed to inflict maximum agony without cutting into the skin. Now she smacked it across One's chest, and One cried out through his gag. With the hood covering his face he could never predict when the next lash would come. 

After a few more lashes she knelt down, her breasts brushing his legs as her tongue teasingly flicked across his mons. The man's groan filled the room as Lucia's delicate fingers cupped his balls. "Do you like that, slave? Would you trade that sensation for more of the lash? For every 10 lashes perhaps I'll give your man-meat a teeny flick of my tongue. Would that glimmer of pleasure be worth the pain for you, slave? Would it?"

Her voice had turned from a question to a demand. The man groaned, seemingly unable to decide as the whip lashed across his chest twenty more times. 

All the while, Sophia's eyes stayed glued to the scene. Her body ached with need now...a pleasant distraction. Ruthven's tongue sank hungrily into her now-damp heat, manipulating her like a puppet on a string. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving as she gently bucked her hips to push her clit more firmly onto her vampire lord's tongue. 

"MMmm. I love your taste, Sophia. You are positively gushing for me." His hands cupped her breasts, and to Sophia's surprise she was putting her own hands atop his, holding them to her tits to add extra tactile ripples of pleasure. 

"Yes, Master. More please," she murmured, her hips bucking in a gentle rhythm.

Ruthven stiffened a little in a surprise of his own, preoccupied by the lengthening cock stymied by the fabric of his pants. When she'd run, his instinct had been to punish her, but he'd known better. A dutiful sex slave had to trust her Master, and this was part of earning her trust. Unlike most of his kind, Ruthven saw value in a long-term relationship with his humans.

Lucia, while not as brutal as some, was a different story. 

Her seductive voice broke through the fog of pleasure enshrouding Sophia's mind. Sophia watched as Lucia slowly licked up the side of Slave One's cock, then gently nipped at the tip of his penis. He groaned more loudly, if that was possible. His straining cock was now in her hand as the Latina gently pumped it, up and down, up and down, lazily up and then lazily down, her eyes fixated on the apex of his manhood. 

Then, when a tip of pre-cum glistened on the top, she picked up her whip again and ruthlessly slapped it across his shoulders, arms, chest, and legs. 

"Did I say you could start creaming up, worthless slave? How dare you start to think about coming without your Mistress's permission?!" 

Sophia could barely make out the man's muffled cry of apology. Lucia kept whipping him as the metal platform shook and rumbled underneath because of his jerking form. Finally, when it seemed her arm had tired, Lucia gently knelt between the legs of a very dark, nearly ebony-skinned man.

"Okay Slave Two, I want you to come in my mouth. Make it loud and nasty. I want Slave One to know what he missed!" 

She yanked the hood off of Two's face and ripped off the gag, partly so that he could lift his head up and watch as she sank her mouth on top of his prick. She was soon pumping her beautiful face up and down his straining cock, her slurps echoing in the dungeon chamber. Her breasts brushed tantalizingly against his hips, and then she surprised him by swiveling her entire body, putting her aroused pussy just above his face.

"Lick out my pussy, Number Two. I want to feel your tongue in me. Aahhh...yessss!" she purred as the man began sucking on her clit. 

She pumped the base of the man's shaft with one hand as her mouth slurped up and down, dominating the man's helpless cock and sculpting it into a giant monstrosity in her fingers. Soon the black cock was elongated to its full height, and yet still she somehow tried to slam her throat down it all the way, gurgling as it rippled between her cheeks. After long, maddening seconds, she withdrew her cute mouth, pre-cum dangling from her lips and even oozing to the tops of her tits as she temporarily sat up. 

"Aaahhh...you nasty worthless slave. Your nasty goo is getting all over me," she hissed, but even as she said it she vacuumed up his cock-head again, pushing it down her throat. Her gurgling reached an apex, as if she never intended to breathe. Her mouth was so far down on him that her nose seemed to be sniffing his pubic hair. The sexy Latina's throat trembled as Slave Two's groans rumbled louder and louder.

"UHHHH!! AAHHHHHH!" the slave began to spasm underneath her. Sophia's entrapped blue eyes saw when the man began to come, spurting his seed into Lucia's mouth. Instead of swallowing it though, the lithe and beautiful mistress spat out the man's cum all across his shaft and crotch. She proceeded to trail a finger through the glistening mess, popping one fingertip into her mouth as if she were tasting a new recipe. 

"Hmm. Not bad, but we are going to have to modify your diet a little more, slave. Not quite sweet enough for my liking."

Sophia shuddered, wondering if Lucia had any female slaves. If she treated them with the same degrading style that she treated these man-slaves, Sophia thought that she might be fortunate indeed to have the Master she had...

Her thoughts swirled and vanished like water emptied down a drain as the sudden promise of orgasm surged through her. The girl's hips were bucking wholeheartedly now. Her moans lilted stridently through the dungeon room as Ruthven's licking and clit-cajoling intensified. 

'Yes, little sex pet. Surrender to me,' he thought. 'Trust me,' he willed inwardly. And then he did something else unexpected, thrusting two fingers deeply into her sex. It sent her over the edge. Her nipples seemed to harden painfully with arousal as spasms tore through her. The 19-year-old's nakedness writhed almost as if she were dying, and then her fluid gushed onto Ruthven's eager tongue. The man lapped up the sweet nectar, the musk of her cunt coating his face as she shook and moaned with such force. 

At last, her body melting into the couch, Ruthven decided that he just could not wait. He hadn't properly trained her - and normally he was so much more disciplined. He never rewarded a slave with his cock until at least a full day of training. Yet as he stared at her pussy, glistening with her own fluids, it was just too much. Far too tempting to resist. 

Though he was already bared to the waist, now he tore off his socks, pants and underwear with brutal need. Sophia had time to gape in awe at the size of his cock - more than twelve inches of hardened flesh - before he nestled its head between her delicate labia, looked her squarely in the eyes, and said, "Hold on, my lady. We are going to accelerate your training."

Sophia bit her lip. "Please be gentle, Master. You're so big." Her eyes widened and her breathing grew shallow as he prepared to push himself into the secrets of her warm depths. As he began to push, he was gentle though. He didn't plunge in right away, much as he wanted to.

Slowly, inch by inch, he filled her. His hands gathered her hair at the nape of her neck as he bent forward to capture her lips. The act of kissing stifled her groans as he began to plunge in and out of her sheath. The girl's nubile young body seemed to welcome his intrusion, her hips bucking to meet his thrusts. 

"Damn it to the Vampiric Hells, you feel so good. Grip my cock, little slave. My Sophia. Fuck me back, you sexy nymph."

He didn't know where those ridiculous words came from, only that he was overcome with tender desire as his cock plowed her sex. Sophia's gratitude-filled moans only stoked his fires more. His loins felt ready to burst far too soon. He harnessed his lust, difficult as that was. He kept kissing her, his hands lassoed around her torso, crushing her pebbled breasts against his chest as their bodies moved in rhythm. 

"MMmm...Master," was all she could whisper between kisses as he mauled her mouth and began to fuck her harder. Yet the tone of her voice said more than enough. It said that this was pure pleasure to her, that she was surrendering her will to her Master and her Master's cock. 

Perhaps she was being cooperative on purpose to lull him into false complacency, but her body betrayed her - Ruthven knew that much. The tremors that ran through her cunt and up through her torso were not things that could be faked. So Ruthven's tongue continued to invade her mouth, wrestling with hers until the moment of his eruption seemed imminent. He fucked her so hard now, plunging his cock into her pussy like a battering ram slamming through a castle's gate.

Sophia's moans reached new heights, her body rubbing against his with a feverish zeal. He reached behind her, cupping her ass and pushing her cunt snugly to join her to his cock as the moment of blinding joy seethed through his vampire blood. 

He came, and as he did so he bit down hard on her neck, drinking the sweet nectar of her blood. That unexpected bite sent her into the throes of ecstasy, her pussy clenching deliciously around his shaft as she cried out. His cock seemed to twitch inside her soaking warmth for an eternity. At last...his breath still coming out in heaves, Ruthven withdrew his cock and looked down at the hopelessly messy pussy he had created. The cushions glistened with their mingled fluids. Sex was nothing if not messy...

Ruthven's gaze flicked to the sight of the tiny puncture wounds already healing themselves on Sophia's neck. Whenever a vampire bit, the released venom served as a stimulant to send pleasure signals to the victim's brain, but the venom was also laced with a powerful regenerating chemical which closed the wound after the vampire had finished feeding. 




Lord Ruthven's Domain Ch. 02



It was a handy evolutionary tool, not killing your prey prematurely, leaving them alive long enough to feed from them repeatedly.

Lord Ruthven gaped in shock. He had not planned to feed from her, and doing so was also not part of his customary practice. As he looked into her dazed face, the girl's cobalt blue-eyes far, far away, he cupped her chin and gave her a chaste kiss.

"Sophia? Will you begin your Horse training now? Or do I need to truly punish you? I can promise you that punishment will not be anything nearly so pleasant as the gifts I have just given."

Slowly the young woman's eyes focused, widening as she saw Ruthven's already re-invigorated cock. 

"You...you're cock is hard again already," she said with a gasp.

Ruthven chuckled. "Blood-drinking is not the only thing that sets vampires apart from humans. We never tired, never lose our potency." He gestured toward the Horse. "Come now. We shall see how well you obey."

Reluctantly the girl glanced over at the Horse. On wobbly legs she sat up and stood. The earlier trace of tears in her eyes was now gone. She glanced over at the cruel-looking Horse with its five vibrators, and a shiver of fear rattled her spine. 

'He hasn't hurt me yet,' she thought. 'Perhaps my Master Ruthven is not a complete monster.' A tiny flame of...something akin to hope, flared to life. Dutifully the naked slave girl approached her first lesson with her Master's hand resting softly on her shoulder. 

The dark adventure loomed, and before it was all over Sophia wondered if it would swallow her whole and make her cease to be the person she once was.

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I'll be posting more chapters in this story (sooner instead of later). Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

~gaggedKitty



Lord Ruthven's Domain Ch. 03



Ruthven's smoky eyes looked hard into the girl's cherubic face. He was the Master here, and yet it was he who felt mesmerized at this moment. Slave Sophia looked up into his forbidden intensity, his angular face promising danger and something more.

"Master, it looks painful." She looked fearfully over at the Horse with its line of five vibrators, each longer than the last. 

"You will have to learn to trust me, Sophia." Ruthven's stern tone seemed to close the discussion.

Lucia chose that exact moment to strut over, giving the startled young blonde a sloppy kiss as the vampire Mistress' fingers traced Sophia's tainted slit, drawing a cum-soaked finger to her lips. 

"Mmm. Your mingled juices are quite the heady flavor," Lucia purred tauntingly. Ruthven glared at the gorgeous Latina even as she bared her fangs. He had also not failed to notice Sophia's flinch at his former lover's touch. Lucia hadn't changed a bit. She still enjoyed stirring the pot; doing whatever she could to get under his skin.

"Do that again, Lucia, and it will be the last thing you regret." The harshness of his words made even the vampire Mistress flinch, and they were fueled by more than just protectiveness for his new slave. He sensed in Sophia's reaction a definite reticence to being caressed by one of her own sex. Although many vampire masters and mistresses disregarded their slaves' sexual preferences, forcing them to do whatever demeaning thing might delight their own whims, Lord Ruthven held a different view.

'If the girl is repulsed by others of the same gender, I will not force her. Not ever,' Ruthven growled inwardly, much as the sight of these two beautiful women before him - a strange contrast of pale innocence beside dusky decadence - had the power to entice him.

He wanted to blot out the unbidden fantasy that erupted in his mind. Sophia on her back, arms chained behind her with creamy thighs spread and Lucia's exotic face nestled against her sex, lapping hungrily...

"No!" Before he realized he'd even said the word aloud, he saw both women stiffen beside him. Lucia took a large step back, and there was contempt in her voice.

"You're so hopelessly besotted you don't even see it." Lucia's body was as tense as a tigress about to leap onto prey, the better to rip its throat out.

"See what?" he spat back, his right arm cradling protectively around Sophia's naked torso. Sophia felt her insides coil with heat as his strong arm draped over her breasts. 

"She reminds you of Claire, doesn't she? You look into her eyes and you see what you've mourned over, for what...more than ten centuries?" Lucia's words were mocking yet also bitter - as if she felt that Ruthven should feel the same pangs of loss for their own wrecked relationship.

He stared at Lucia coldly, but the words had already penetrated home. Part of him knew it was true, and he thought back. Back to that night, when he'd still been human and living in the savage forests of northern Germania. Claire had been a girl from a Franconian tribe - one promised to him as a marriage alliance connecting his people to a foreign king. His father had arranged it, a politically expedient union which had nothing to do with love. 

But on the evening after their wedding he and Claire had explored each other, discovered each other, and he'd known the truth. He could have loved her for a lifetime, life's troubles and obstacles notwithstanding - come what may.

Except his 'happily ever after' had turned into a nightmare. An intruding band of Germanic raiders had attacked their camp, killing Claire after doing unspeakable things to her...and leaving him for dead. Only the bite of a rogue vampire had saved him...

He licked his lips and looked down at his trembling slave Sophia. The blood lust inside him surged as he thought of the painstakingly thorough vengeance he had taken on those Germanic raiders...when he had eventually tracked each one down, one by one - as methodical as a general planning a campaign of annihilation.

"This is why I left you, Lucia. You were always one to stab and rend with your tongue, ravaging old wounds. You never could leave well enough alone."

The perfectly curved vampire beauty turned her back to him, muttering his name interlaced with profanities, stalking back to the three male slaves she had tied to the portable platform against the dungeon chamber's far wall. As if to remove Ruthven completely from her thoughts, she approached her third slave, a man she ruthlessly referred to as 'Slave Three' since she did not believe in giving human pets the dignity of names.

She knelt between his legs, her mouth gorging on his cock, encasing and pumping in one fluid motion. The helpless slave moaned, a muffled and pitiful sound through the hood over his head and the gag in his mouth. Lucia's sexy buttocks wiggled as her head bobbed up and down, up and down to the rhythm of her efforts. The sound of suction echoed uncomfortably through the room. Ruthven cursed inwardly as his cock strained harder, watching his former flame suck the male captive's manhood. 

Lucia came off of the slave's now-slimy cock with a shiver of delight, licking her chops before the stray bits of pre-cum could ooze free, and then she deep-throated the dark-skinned male's shaft for round two. 

Soon the man's bound form, with arms and legs spread-eagled, was trembling in the throes of his barely contained orgasm. Then, just when it seemed the slurping crescendo had reached unbearable heights, the devilish woman abruptly removed her oral pleasures again, and this time slowly straddled him, mounting his mushroom-shaped tip as her fingernails raked down his chest like claws. 

"Would you like me to fuck you, Number Three? Does your cock deserve a wet, warm pussy hugging its length?" She teased him by letting just the tip of his cock push past her delicate labia. Her hips moved in quick, subtle plunges, tormenting him at the entrance to her pussy. When the slave strained to nod and plead a muffled affirmative through his gag, Lucia scooted forward, tore off his hood and ripped the gag from his mouth. 

"Be quiet and still! Worthless male! You think just because I ask your wishes that they are the only things that matter? That your Mistress' pleasure is so unimportant? Typical male - thinking only with your manhood. Caring little for anything but your own lust." She straddled his jaw now, her pussy lips grinding into his face. "Worship your Mistress' cunt like a good slave and I might let you come." 

Ruthven tried to ignore Lucia's cruel antics, returning his focus to Sophia. Yet the young blonde girl could not seem to tear her gaze away from Lucia's lithe and naked form now humping the head of her man-slave. Lucia crooned as the man began to lick, reaching her fingers back to pinch the helpless man's nipples. She sat back, her own nipples hardened like tiny pink jewels as her hips bucked forward, thrusting her clit harder and harder into the man's tongue. 

"Suck me, lick me. Ooohhh FUCK. Yes, my little man-slave. Feast on your Mistress' cream...Aahhhh!" Soon the stricken male slave was slurping wildly, desperately, as Lucia's back arched with amazing flexibility, her arousing scent flooding the slave's face, leaving him sticky with her nectar as her thighs pressed against the sides of his skull in a mind-numbing release. 

Sophia watched all of this, thoughts wheeling through her head like flocks of birds too numerous to count. 'I remind Master of someone he once loved?' Could something so simple explain why he treated her more humanely compared to all the other slaves she'd witnessed suffering under other vampires' torments? If so, did it mean that she should play along? Pleasing him seemed her surest route to...what, safety? What was her goal here and now? She thought of her sister and two brothers of her parents - all probably worried and fretful with grief by now. Could she ever get back to them?

'If I can, it will be through this man' she thought, looking up into Ruthven's stormy but not unkind eyes. 

Her hands were free, although a rope collar had been tightened around her neck with a leash dangling down her side. She now used those hands to expert effect, grasping the base of Ruthven's cock with one hand and caressing the testicles underneath with her other. Ruthven's eyes widened in lust-tinged shock.

"What are you doing girl?" He gripped her shoulders, pushing her gently away. There was a vulnerability in his eyes, as if Lucia's words still stung and he needed to dominate Sophia in order to drown his sorrows. 

"Hands above your head!" he barked. Sophia obeyed, watching as he ensnared both wrists in a pair of leather cuffs which dangled from a horizontal chain which ran above the Horse. He proceeded to turn the first vibrator on and then glided behind her, his hands gently stroking her sides. 

"I want you to straddle the first cock for me. Ride it hard and fast. Ride it until I tell you to stop." Sophia bit her lip, wishing she could say something to distract him, but the steel in his eyes told him that there would be no dissuading. With a gulp the young woman awkwardly walked toward the Horse and then had to use her arm strength to pull herself up. Then, shifting her body weight, she was able to slide her dangling wrists forward along the chain until she was poised just above the 7.5 inch blood-red vibrator. 

Lord Ruthven's mouth went dry as he watched the naked beauty dangling, her pale body looking like a virgin about to be sacrificed onto the phallus of a minor god. He came over to her unexpectedly, his right hand gently palming her right breast as his whisper caressed her ears. 

"Lower yourself, Sophia. Feel it inside you." Sophia dutifully lowered herself, groaning as her pussy began to engulf the vibrating cock. It took her a few moments to acclimate, slowly plunging her heat all the way onto it, encasing it in her wet warmth. When she seemed to hesitate, biting her lip even harder to stifle an agonized moan, Ruthven grabbed a riding crop and slapped it lightly across her pubic area - enough to startle but not cause any real pain. 

"Fuck it, Sophia. Surrender to your Master's will." Sophia began raising and lowering herself, her arms having to do the lioness' share of the labor because of how high the Horse sat off the floor. 

Her flailing, slender form was soon humping it zealously as Ruthven urged her on. His riding crop occasionally smacked suggestively against the shaking globes of her firm ass, eliciting new shades of groans from her beautiful lips as she rode the vibrator with all her strength. The pre-lubrication from Ruthven's earlier cunnilingus and their frenzied coupling now served her well - helping her moist cunt slide easily to swallow up the blood-red prick again and again and again. The pebbled nipples of her breasts pleased him almost as much as her trembling belly.

Sophia groaned as she felt the cock graze intimate parts of her, the slight ribbing creating decadent sensations which zinged through her core, making her pussy that much wetter. 

"Yes, feel that cock stroking your insides. Surrendering to your Master leads to pleasure, not pain. Remember this," Ruthven murmured, his fingers alternately pinching each nipple and then dipping lower to stroke her joy button each time she bottomed out on the rubberized cock. Twenty minutes later her panting chest and her aching arms had become slick with sweat. The naked slave girl was humping the whirring shaft with admirable intensity, her pussy creating squelching noises with each downward plunge.

"Uhhhh. Master, please. I...it's going to make me come," Sophia wailed almost plaintively. In response Lord Ruthven pushed his thumb against her clit with devastating circular motion, firmly pressing her nerve bundle until she had no choice but to throw herself over the precipice. The blonde's young pussy gushed with unexpected force on the first vibrator of the Horse, staining her Master's thumb with her pungent fluid as he growled at her to move to the next cock. 

Momentarily stunned by the aftermath of her orgasm, it took her a few moments to comprehend what he commanded. Reluctantly she shimmied forward again, this time positioning her exposed pussy just above the 9-inch shaft. This one was blood-red just like the last, but its ribbings were more pronounced - more likely to give sensation - and pleasure. 

"Please Master, my pussy is getting sore. All this rubbing..." she begged. Ruthven toyed with the idea of being lenient, letting his precious slave rest. But she would have to learn to be totally obedient and compliant if she was to survive in his world. If he went easy on her now, what would she do when one of the Ancient Vampires or Elder Matrons decided to exercise their prerogative and 'borrow' her for their own use?

As if in chilling answer to the unspoken thought, the heavy door to the dungeon playroom clanged open. Through it a slender, sylvan vampire whisked in almost like a blur. He wore an aura as palpable as a mantle about his shoulders, one that spoke of eons witnessed, ages upon ages that had long since deadened his soul. Lord Ruthven's vampiric veins felt the flooding of ice cool them to below freezing as he regarded the hooded, grey stare of a vampire who even he had ample reason to fear.

Lord Tanos was an ancient vampire - as ancient as they came. He had lived before the pyramids were built, and that said all that needed saying. 

"My Lord!" Ruthven quickly knelt in supplication. 

Lucia awkwardly jumped away from Slave Three's darting tongue and knelt in a similar sign of respect. 

Sophia, unsure what to do, merely sank herself down on the Horse's 9-inch vibrator, trying to ignore its pulsing sensations as she sat there, impaled like a piece of exquisite meat. 

Tanos' sharply chiseled face looked something like what you might find if a rat and a falcon had somehow mated. He had the intelligence of a bird of prey with the devious quality of a lurking rodent behind his midnight gaze. Though he was slight of build, he moved with a graceful assurance of one who knew very few rivals. Tanos strode past Ruthven, gazing appreciatively up at Sophia as the teenage blonde sat on the 9-inch cock, biting her lip and focusing every ounce of energy toward not moaning under the assaults her pussy was feeling under the vibe's maddening gyrations. 

"I had heard you had acquired a new slave, but I did not believe it. It has been what...nearly eight decades since your last acquisition?" Tanos looked back at Ruthven with a wry smile. "I had to come see for myself. It is good to see that your thirst - both libido and blood - has returned, dear brother."

Ruthven felt sickened at the older vampire's term of endearment. Tanos was not his brother. He was a brutal vampire, as sadistic as they came. Ruthven wanted nothing to do with him, but he would never, in a million millennia, have admitted to such.

"It honors me that my humble existence would interest you, Great Lord." 

Tanos scoffed, then made a clucking sound as he gestured for Ruthven to rise. "Do we really need such silly formalities after all these years, Ruthven? I remember stalking the streets of London at night with you at my side, looking for a fresh meal among the city's cutpurses and whores. Those were good times, were they not?"

Tanos was clothed head to foot in the traditional black ceremonial robe, gold and purple trim lining its folds. Ruthven had a sinking feeling that underneath that robe Tanos wore nothing at all. 'The bastard has designs in coming here,' Ruthven stormed inwardly. The sudden need to protect Sophia flared brightly like a dying star. 

"Indeed, Tanos. Those are times I will never forget," Ruthven said carefully.

"Well, do not let me ruin your fun, old friend. I see you are in the middle of something. But perhaps when you are finished with teaching your new girl the Horse we can move on to more...advanced entertainments. In the meantime I have brought a few slaves of my own to entertain myself. You don't mind, do you?"

As if his thoughts mattered. Angering an ancient vampire was akin to a 3-year-old throwing sand in the face of a boar. It took ignorance or a whole lot of stupidity, neither of which Ruthven had. 

The lord vampire politely nodded to his ancient elder. "Please, by all means you are welcome to join me and Lucia in the playroom." The mural-lined walls, especially the lurid sex scenes with vampiric orgies and helpless human slaves, seemed to take on a darker, even more sinister flavor with Tanos in the room. 

Reluctantly Lucia returned to her man-slave, finally giving him unabashed pleasure by plunging her pussy all the way down his rigid, ebony-skinned shaft. The man-slave's moans carried through the room as Lucia knelt over him, sinking her fangs into his neck as his moans deepened. The bite's pleasurable chemicals surged through Slave Three's bloodstream, sending him over the edge in precious heartbeats. Soon the man was spasming hard in his Mistress' cunt, filling it with his flavorful spunk. No sooner had the male exhausted himself, Lucia slipped her cunt free of his softening prick and leaned over his crotch to lap up the cum that had dripped free of her sex. 

The vampire vixen's jaw was smeared in a mixture of blood and cum as she licked her chops and wiped her face with the back of her hand. 

"Mmm. Such a delectable treat you are, Slave Three." Lucia turned as three youngling vampires entered the room with three young female human slaves, their wrists chained in front of them. 

"These are my playthings of the day. Do you like them?" Tanos boomed with humor. 

Ruthven felt only disgust. Tanos would use these girls and discard them, like most ancient vampires did. He looked at the three slave girls as Tanos briefly introduced them. 

Slave Beth had charcoal-black hair, large breasts and pronounced curves with beautifully smooth and pale skin. Slave Chloe was more slender, her breasts less ample but no less enticing, and her flaming red hair gave her an especially sexy allure. The last slave hustled into the room was Slave Aubrey, a doe-eyed dark blonde with pleading innocence written all over her face. She was older than Sophia and not nearly as delicate of feature, but Ruthven felt a flare of pity, a yearning to protect her, all the same.

The wiry-built Tanos shrugged out of his robes, revealing a long, thick cock out of proportion to his body. The surface of the cock was criss-crossed with veins, the throbbing member as menacing as the fangs Tanos now bared. 

"AHH. I have been denying my thirst for two days running in preparation for these sweet new slave girls. Let the feeding commence." He nodded to the three vampire younglings, each one with their head shaved and wearing a black robe similar to their master, though without the purple or gold trim. The vampires withdrew, shutting the dungeon door behind them. Ruthven noted wryly that the younglings were quite eager to leave their Master's presence.

Ruthven turned to Sophia. The sooner he could re-engage her with the Horse, perhaps the sooner Tanos would ignore them and leave them be. "Sophia, do continue." Sophia nodded, using her arms to raise herself up and bring her cunt slamming back down on the vibrator. Her body began pumping up and down, up and down, her legs doing some of the work as she moaned and let the whirring artificial cock bring her closer to climax. 

Lucia meanwhile paled as the dark stuff of nightmares unfolded in the room, marked by Tanos' ruthless hunger. The vampire ancient walked up to Slave Beth first, lifting her by the hair as she screamed, and then slamming her against the wall. He plunged his cock without mercy toward the opening between her thighs, plowing her hard against the wall as her chained wrists sprang up to clench her fingers around the hand holding her head. 




Lord Ruthven's Domain Ch. 03



"Please Master, I'll be good to you. I swear!" Beth begged. But the ancient vampire ignored his big-breasted slave girl, instead fucking her even more brutally, her body trembling with the force of his potent impalements. His hooded eyes had that deadened quality to them. Soon he was growling out his impending orgasm, his fangs grazing her nipples, biting teasingly into each one as she wailed a conflicting sound of agony and lust.

"Oohhhh god...NO! Wait, what are you-" Slave Beth's mouth opened in a wordless scream as Tanos growled his release and simultaneously bit down hard on her neck, drinking his fill. The naked brunette groaned as the bite induced its trademark orgasmic response, her pussy clenching around Tanos' uncaring, twitching cock. He had filled her completely with cum, but still he drank from her neck, his bite clamped hard to her flesh until her eyes rolled back, and she drifted unconscious. 

At last, taking a sharp step backward, Tanos let out a satisfied heave of breath, his whole body twitching with exultation, his cock glistening with the brunette's juices. 

"I love drinking them dry," he purred, watching as Slave Beth's limp body sagged to the floor. "Now who is next?" Even Lucia paled at Tanos' brutal treatment of his human slaves. To drink them to near death on the very first encounter was a total waste. It made it very unlikely for them to survive subsequent feedings.

Lucia paled, suddenly grasping the left arm of Slave Aubrey. "M-may I borrow this one, Lord Tanos?" 

With narrowed eyes the sadistic vampire finally assented. "Do what you wish with her I suppose. The other one should slake my thirst, at least for a while." 

Lucia tried to give Slave Aubrey a reassuring nod, and in that moment Ruthven wondered if Lucia, as petty as she could be, was still deep down the person he had once cared for. Lucia may not have cared enough about humans to give them names, but she treated her humans noticeably better than Tanos' recent display of savagery. Lucia guided Aubrey over to her first male slave who was still spread-eagled with an obviously aroused cock. He was a pasty-skinned if muscular specimen, but with a hood on and gag in his mouth he was as helpless as any human.

"Get him wet for you and then ride him. Make it slow and don't stop until I say so."

"Yes Mistress." Slave Aubrey gratefully tongued the cock until it glistened with her saliva. Then she mounted the male slave's cock, pushing her sex hungrily downward to join herself to him. Her grinding body and moans soon joined the intermingled sounds of sex. If Ruthven's guess was right, the young slave girl hoped that by appearing so submissive and aroused, she might alleviate her Master's savage nature.

Unfortunately for her, Ruthven doubted it...and that was when a new, terrifying thought intruded on his mind.

'What if Tanos tries to drain Sophia dry?' The universe could not do justice to the delectable taste of Sophia's blood, and to Ruthven the idea of squandering something so precious amounted to the most heinous crime. Just the memory of Sophia's flavor made Ruthven's loins burns and his protective instinct intensify into molten heat. If Tanos tried to sink his teeth into her...ancient vampire or no, Ruthven would do his very damndest to rip Tanos' heart out through a shattered ribcage and rend it into the tiniest scraps.

Meanwhile, as Tanos chased Slave Chloe in a cruel cat-and-mouse game around the playroom, Lord Ruthven's mind made a new calculation. As powerful as an ancient vampire was, ancients did have weaknesses...

To protect what was his, Ruthven asked himself one simple thing; was he willing to go beyond the pale, to defy the rules of his own world? 

Tanos caught the fleeing naked redhead, pulling her against him as he speared her from behind. Slave Chloe cried out as Tanos' re-energized cock slammed through her cunt lips, plowing deeply, one pulverizing thrust after the next, the sound of Tanos' testicles slapping against her thighs joined by the vampire's grunts and the slave girl's strident moans.

"Please don't bite me, Sir! Please, anything but that!" the redhead begged. "Look, I'll behave. I'll fuck you!" she promised. Her hips pushed back, helping the vampire brutally plunge the tip of his cock at the entrance to her cervix. Her moans joined the symphony of decadent music as Tanos' hands gently stroked her back, admiring the sight of his cock vanishing into her tight, wet heat. All too soon, though, he was plunging in to the hilt, his one arm tightening around her throat and thrusting her ass backward, snug against his cruel manhood.

As he growled his second climax of the evening, fangs plunged inexorably downward into the naked girl's neck, forcing the girl to writhe and climax with his cock still embedded in her sheath. He began to drink his fill then, and the soulless eyes of Tanos fluttered in the throes of an ecstasy that only the blood thirst's sating could bring. Eventually, his thirst ebbing, he let the gorgeous redhead's naked body sag in a near-lifeless heap, ass turned upward and breasts crushed brutally into the hard floor with her neck twisted to the side.

Just then and there, as Ruthven glanced back and then swiveled forward to face a terrified Sophia, he made his choice.

If Tanos decided to drink from Sophia like that, he would have the surprise of his immortal life. The rage in Ruthven's heart blossomed, but he harnessed it, letting it lie in wait. Let the ancient vampire think he had control. Every man, even a great man, was no more than a collection of flesh, organs and bones. Perhaps the analogy didn't quite work for vampires. Older vampires were much stronger, had more abilities. But a vampire's organs were not indestructible, and severed into small enough fragments...  

Tanos could die. Lord Ruthven's eye missed nothing as he calculated the perfect opening, where to plunge a blade into the kidneys from behind. He glanced at the chest of 'toys' which Tanos had brought. Glinting near the top of the heap was a wickedly curved knife. One which Ruthven's fingers itched to take...

"Master, please. Oooohhh." Sophia's coo made Ruthven rock hard as he looked up and saw his young slave spasming around the 9-inch vibrator. She had done it without any extra ministrations from him either. He looked up at her, stroking her face gently with his hand. She deserved a reward, and to hell with how it looked to Tanos or whether he thought Ruthven was coddling her. 

"Move to the next vibrator, Sophia." With her arms now burning from constant use and fatigued muscles, she lifted herself up off of the second cock and proceeded to shift her weight over the 11-inch shaft. Her swollen pussy lips slowly nudged over the head of the artificial prick, lowering agonizing span by span until Ruthven could see the shaft bulging inside her. Her hips began to move, gyrating with delirious speed as her moans resumed, more desperate by the moment. Ruthven reached over, his forefinger grazing her little treasure. He loved the joyful agony of expression each time her clit felt electrified by his touch. 

"Close your eyes, Sophia. Focus on nothing but the sensation - on what I give you, on what the cock inside you gives." He said the words with almost tender passion, unaware of Tanos watching them intently from behind. 

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I hope you found the story enjoyable or interesting. To those who are wondering why this is in nonconsent rather than nonhuman, my explanation is that vampires and humans are pretty similar and the nonconsent/reluctance theme is prominent. So I apologize for people who may be annoyed about that (Hey, at least my vampires aren't sparkly, right?). 

Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

~gaggedKitty23

I have one more chapter in the works to round out this story.



Lord Ruthven's Domain Ch. 04



Lord Ruthven tried to focus only on her pleasure in the dungeon playroom. It wasn't hard. The girl's cobalt-blue eyes clung to him like the most desperate plea. Her nubile, naked young form writhed on the 11-inch shaft as it whirred in her pussy, an audible growl only rivaled by her lilting moans. 

Sophia was wet again...so wet. A flowing river seemed to come from between her delicate pussy lips. He stroked her just above her core, then leaned over to prod at her clitoris with his tongue. The devastating results spoke for themselves. Soon she was swaying on top of the shaft, her hips moving faster...her groans gathering like a wave preparing to crash against a shoreline.

The slave girl rode a vibrator fastened to the center of a tall wooden 'Horse.' Her wrists were confined by a pair of bracelets connected to a chain. The chain was low enough so that she could easily engulf the entirety of the vibrator. To obey him, though, she had to do more; much more. 

Sophia tried to focus on the pleasure sparking feverishly between her thighs. It was either that or recognize the fiery ache in her limbs as she lifted and impaled herself on the now slick and well-lubricated cock. She had already fucked two of the smaller vibrators as her Master had commanded. Now, despite the pleasure coiling through the girl's tortuously aroused sex, the dull protest of overtaxed arm muscles threatened to pull her back into reality. Worst of all, there were two cocks left to go, attached further along the Horse's length. Both were longer...and thicker. 

"Please Master," she moaned, her sweat-slick nakedness flying up and down, pumping for all she was worth. Her mouth opened in that exquisite, wordless moan as her body betrayed her. The girl felt oblivion's embrace. Her juices streamed down the sides of the shaft as her inner muscles clenched so hard around it, milking the artificial cock for sperm that wouldn't come. 

The lord vampire's hands caressed her sides as he gently licked her clit one last time, sending shivers through her overstimulated body. 

"Mmm yes, Sophia. I have never scented a bouquet as enticing as the fruits of your arousal. You taste sublime," Ruthven sighed.

"That's all well and good, but perhaps the slave is ready for a...more vigorous and entertaining interlude." Both Lord Ruthven and Sophia stiffened at the cold, dry voice which intruded on their perfect moment.

Tanos stood in the background like a looming shadow. The ancient vampire was stronger than Lord Ruthven, and he had the authority that all younger vampires lacked. If he wanted to kill Sophia, he could - both she and her Master knew that much, and their mirrored terror reflected that knowledge in different ways.

Ruthven was all politeness, carefully masking the cold hardness that threatened to surface when he looked into Tanos's pitch-black eyes. 

"I had hoped to finish her training on the Horse," Ruthven said, striving for a levity he didn't feel. On the far side of the dungeon playroom another hedonistic scene was playing itself out.

Ruthven's former lover, an irritating if strong-willed vampire mistress named Lucia, stood over a human slave girl who was riding the cock of a spread-eagled human man-slave. 

"Fuck him harder, Slave Aubrey! Come on, you worthless slut!" Lucia smacked a flogger against the brunette's breasts and back as the girl's moans deepened. Slave Aubrey arched her spine and sank her pussy down once more on the pale cock, grinding her hips and pressing her cuffed hands against his well-defined abs. Yet meanwhile Lucia didn't seem to have her heart in the task; rather she seemed to do it so that she would look occupied - so that both male vampires would leave her alone, especially Tanos. 

Lucia's dusky Latina body was sexy as hell, radiating an aura of authority, but Ruthven had known her long enough to tell that her discomfort right now went just as bone-deep. Lucia's eyes strayed just enough to steal a peek at Tanos. Unfortunately, that was all it took. 

"Come here, beautiful Lucia. Join us. You may leave those two worthless fuck-toys to their own devices for a while. There will be more than enough time to drink from them later," Tanos said, dark promise dripping in his tone.

Lucia strode over to them with all the dignity she could muster. "Yes, Great Lord? What would you have me do?" 

Before she could reply, however, Sophia found herself trying to take command of the situation. 

"Per-perhaps I could play a game with you, Ancient One. If-if you would permit," Sophia trembled. 

What possessed a human slave girl to speak so boldly, she wasn't sure. But Sophia did sense within Ruthven a murderous rage against the elder vampire. She did not want Ruthven fighting this more powerful vampire for her, though if you asked her, she would have been hard-pressed to articulate why.

Perhaps it was simply that Ruthven was the lesser of two evils. He was a brutal vampire who'd purchased her on the auction block, but he was also HER vampire. He seemed to care for her, in this odd and jealously protective way. This ancient vampire Tanos, though...his soul-deadened gaze sent chills shredding her veins and heart. She didn't want any part of him, and she certainly didn't want him killing her Master. 

Tanos' brow went up in surprise. "A game. Now you have my attention, slave. Do tell." 

"I...I suck your cock, Ancient One, and another sucks Master Ruthven's. The winner, whoever helps her Master to come first - gets a reward."

"And the loser?" Tanos prodded, his eyes glinting with interest. Sophia had sensed this in him; he was the type of creature who was most dangerous when boredom had a chance to set in. She had to keep him intrigued - occupied - entertained. 

"Th-the loser," she began, faltering but reluctantly coming up with the only answer that would please him. "The loser gets punished." This was a gamble, and she hated to think that some other poor slave girl would have to be sacrificed, but this was the only play she had. Sophia steeled herself, holding her breath.

"Very well." Tanos banged on the door. "Bring in two more slaves," he shouted. Soon enough one of Tanos' shaved-headed vampire youngling servants brought in two gorgeous slaves. The vampire youngling's left hand gripped the neck of Slave Emma, a petite brunette with pale skin and crystal blue eyes, her breasts modest but perky with the buoyancy of youth. The youngling's right hand held the neck of Slave Tanya, a lusciously curved blonde who was a few years older and with large mouth-watering breasts topped by the most impressive nipples Sophia had ever seen.

"These two will do nicely."

"I...what about me, Sire?" Lucia used the formal term of 'sire' - it was very archaic, but also conveyed immense respect. The Latina gently knelt before Ruthven, her eyes boring up into his. 

"May I pleasure him as part of the competition?" She addressed Tanos, but she seemed to have eyes only for Ruthven. Their past history as lovers was a thick, tangible cloud now hanging in the air, connecting them. 

Tanos frowned. "What fun would that be? Punishing you would be most...limiting." Ruthven and Lucia exchanged a look. They knew very well what Tanos meant; as a female vampire Lucia had rights. Tanos could not punish her as brutally as he could a human slave girl. 

Tanos motioned impatiently at his two latest slave girls. "You two can work jointly to pleasure Ruthven. See if you can get him to come. If my little blonde slut here" - and he pointed at Sophia - "if she makes me come FIRST, then you both will be punished." The new brunette and blonde slave girls looked at one another before quickly kneeling before Ruthven's prodigious cock. It swung like a giant, fleshy pendulum, hard and erect as he glanced at one girl and then the other.

"Well, Lucia. Get Slave Sophia's cute ass down here," Tanos snapped. Lucia obeyed, carefully lifting Sophia off of the Horse as the young slave groaned. Her legs felt like jelly, and her arms felt worse. What had she gotten herself into? It would be hard enough pleasuring this evil, ancient vampire at all, let alone outpacing two other women pleasuring Master Ruthven. 

She quailed at the sight of Tanos' long, vein-encircled cock. It was paler than the moon, and it throbbed like the corrupted heart of a withered oak tree. Still, she had to admire its impressive girth. She licked her lips, shuddering as he presented his bulbous cock-head to her lips. 

"Let the competition begin." At Tanos' words Sophia tenderly licked from the base of Tanos' cock to the tip, her fingers pressing against his lean hips. Then she quickly vacuumed up the tip of his cock and thrust her mouth down his man-meat with swift force, gurgling as she attempted to take him in balls-deep in one plunge. Her throat protested at the invasion, at this cock stabbing toward her esophagus. 

She ignored it, desperation giving her what fuel she needed. The lithe 19-year-old pumped her mouth up and down, her teeth grazing his shaft just enough to add tantalizing stimulation. She was soon gripping his ass cheeks hard for leverage. It helped her pump her mouth faster, sliding her lush lips along his shaft as her tongue cradled its underside. Her slurps echoed through the playroom as her face bobbed frantically, up down, up down, saliva drooling down her bottom lip. Soon she had him dribbling precum; when she pulled her mouth off of him for a quick breath, strands of gooey promise drifted from her lips and chin. 

Sophia didn't bother to wipe away the evidence of Tanos' lust. 'I've got him right where I want him,' she thought, ignoring the sounds of Ruthven's groans just beside her. She tried not to think of what those other two slave girls were doing to him; an irrational hatred, green with envy, planted this image of her jumping at Slave Emma and Slave Tanya and tearing their delicate throats out. 

'What's wrong with me?' Sophia wondered, even as her lips pressed firmly around Tanos' penis. She pressed her mouth downward even harder this time. Her gurgle was interrupted by an urge to choke, but she refused to come up fully for air. Instead she clamped tighter around his shaft, taking him in so deeply as she did her best to relax her throat and open up her airway. Tanos' skeletal hands rested on her golden crown of hair, holding her skull tightly as he began bucking his cock toward the back of her mouth.

She gasped, her tongue frantically cupping the underside of his thick manhood as he came violently in her mouth. As the warm, salty tang filled her mouth she wondered if she should swallow. 'Will it anger him if I don't?' she thought. Unsure, she tried for a middle path. She held the cum in her mouth and when Tanos withdrew with heaving sighs of pleasure, she stuck out her tongue and presented her cum-filled mouth.

"Good, bitch. Now spit it on your hand and rub it into your pussy." Surprised at the bizarre request, Sophia complied anyway. The beautiful blonde spit the nasty spunk into her hand and then reached between her thighs, rubbing the sticky fluid against her slit. She didn't risk a glance over at her true master, Ruthven...yet from the sounds of it she had won. She could just start to hear the sounds of his orgasm, a loud, guttural cry escaping his lips.

He must have pulled out and sprayed both girls, because Emma the brunette had jism covering half her face and Tanya the blonde had ample dollops of Ruthven's seed across her breasts. Ruthven's gaze landed on Sophia in unspoken tenderness. It was as if he was secretly signaling to her just with his eyes, 'I held out for you, so you would win.' 

Sophia shuddered, and questions flooded her mind. What would Tanos do now?

"Let us give the losers their reward first, shall we?" Tanos said the word 'reward' with an inflection of sarcasm that froze Sophia's blood. She sat back on her knees, revolted by Tanos' cum coating her sex, and watched helplessly at what happened next. 

Slave Tanya and Slave Emma were dragged over to the Horse. After Tanos tied both slaves' wrists directly to the overhead chain, he then ordered them to impale their cunts on the pulsating vibes. They obeyed, pleading for mercy every second. 

What he did next was worse. He rummaged inside a duffel bag his younglings had brought in earlier, and from it he withdrew some clamps and an electroshock hub. He attached the clamps to each girl's nipples and gagged them with cock-shaped gags to fill their mouths fully. 

He then turned up the voltage and watched as both girls began to squirm frantically on their appointed cocks. Their flailing only made their pussies wedge harder onto the vibrating shafts, making their pussies sore, the vibrating rods rubbing each girl's cunt walls fiercely as the pulsing shocks zapped their sensitive tits. 

"A fitting reward, don't you think?" Tanos said. 

"Yes," Ruthven replied drily, though the restrained tension in his shoulders hinted that Sophia's Master felt otherwise. He lifted Sophia protectively into his arms. The young blonde pressed her face into his chest, closing her eyes and inhaling his now-comforting scent - a smell of cinnamon mixed with pine trees that was 100 percent Ruthven. 

"If you wouldn't mind, I would like to retire with my slave for a cleansing bath," Ruthven half-requested, half-growled. 

"Oh, but I would mind. Stay a little longer. I haven't finished with these two yet," Tanos chuckled. After he watched Slave Emma and Slave Tanya squirm for a few minutes longer, he undid their shackles and let them down, putting away his electroshock toy. Then he tied their wrists to the Horse's horizontal crossbar so that each faced away from him, their alluring asses in full view with pussies exposed.

Next he approached Slave Emma. "Put your face on that cock. Learn to suck a cock properly, you worthless cunt." He pushed her face down on the 9-inch cock, watching her choke as his hand gripped the nape of her neck. Then he positioned his cock at the entrance to her swollen cunt lips, knifing his girth forward in one brutal thrust. Slave Emma moaned, still gurgling on the vibrator which was rattling her teeth even as Tanos' cock began plunging in and out of her in a punishing rhythm. 

The ancient vampire fucked her ruthlessly as she gagged on the vibrator coated with Sophia's juices. The slender brunette moaned more deeply as the pounding continued, becoming more ferocious by the minute. "AAahhhh, yes. Your pussy welcomes me. It's creaming up, you shameless whore. I can feel your desire. You love being stuffed full of cock - I can see that dripping-wet pussy." 

The young brunette tried to protest no, but all that came out were muffled gags, and soon he was thrusting in her harder, deeper still, the echoing slaps ricocheting through the room with each pulverizing fuck as their bodies joined. Finally, as if he delighted in the sudden shock it would give her, Tanos tore free her wrist bonds, grabbed Slave Emma by the neck, and whipped her backward, turning her to face him. 

He lurched back, taking her slender femininity with him. She collapsed on his chest, gasping for air.

"Fuck me, bitch. Fuck me hard and well or I'll drain you dry." His fangs gleamed as he bared them at her, and the frightened slave girl quickly plunged her sore, aching pussy down to sheathe his manhood. Her body slammed itself onto him again and again, her groans joining his appreciative grunts as he speared his cock upward to more fully penetrate her. He reached up, squeezing her breasts as she cried out.

"Lean over and kiss me, bitch. I want to taste you." She leaned over, dutifully joining her lips to his as her cunt bottomed out on his shaft. Her cunt walls massaged his manhood as he rocked her forward and back. Then, just when Slave Emma was beginning to feel the beginnings of an orgasm whisper through her core, Tanos bit down hard on her neck, the stimulants of pleasure flooding her system as his fangs penetrated and he began to feed. 

Slave Emma squealed as the bite-induced orgasm tore through her. She shuddered on top of his cock, her juices splattering down his rigid penis and coating her Master's crotch. He drank for only a few seconds, then withdrew and licked his lips. In a haze of bliss Slave Emma kept fucking herself, her pale breasts bouncing up and down with the force of her impalements.

"Fuck me. Fuck me Master," she sighed, her glassy eyes those of someone entranced. The brunette continued to fuck him almost like a mindless puppet until at last his hands reached out to squeeze her hips, and he roared as his release hit. Slave Emma shuddered as the ancient vampire's thick cum swam through her insides, coating her womb. 

She was still shuddering, entering her second orgasm as Tanos sat up and bit her again, this time to feed more fully. With one hand cradling her back, he bent Emma backward, drinking his fill of her exquisite blood as his other hand tweaked her nipples. After at least 30 seconds or so he withdrew his fangs and let he sag to the floor. 

The sexy young brunette was still conscious, her crystal blue eyes fluttering weakly as Tanos covered her body with his. 

"Mmm. Two feedings and still awake. Not bad for a tired little sex-slut. Let's have another go, shall we?" He positioned his re-energized cock between her swollen labia and plunged into her now-sopping, cum-tainted snatch. Emma's mouth opened, but only a thin, plaintive moan rose from between her lips. As Tanos' tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting and plundering, she seemed like a helpless creature about to be enveloped and destroyed.

Ruthven watched in disgust, unaware that Sophia had turned her head, unwillingly drawn by the awful sounds to witness the coupling in horrified fascination. 

A few last desperate pleas bubbled from between Slave Emma's lips as the ancient vampire's cock stroked brutally through her core. 

"Mercy...oh god, my pussy hurts. M-master please," she groaned. "My insides, they feel as if th-they're on fire," Emma sighed, her vision shifting as Tanos' cock tore through her. His arms lassoed her slender feminine torso, hugging her to him hard as he groaned a final release, thoroughly spoiling her insides with one last surge of vampiric sperm. As his shuddering body slowly stilled he gave her mouth a languorous kiss, stifling her moan of exhaustion.

When he withdrew from her to stand up, the slender brunette's naked body lay there like a rag doll. Her pussy glistened with cum, and more cum had seeped between her swollen lips to pool between her legs. Although her neck wound had closed over thanks to the vampiric venom's aftereffects, a smear of crimson remained. 

"Now thank your Master for fucking you and feeding," Tanos growled. 

Fading fast, Slave Emma managed to whisper her submission. "Th-thank you Master for-for fucking me so hard, for emptying your cum in my tight pussy. This pussy loves being filled by your magnificent seed. Thank you for drinking my blood Master. I love it when you feed from me." She closed her eyes with a shudder as Tanos kneeled down to gently run his thumb along her bottom lip. 

"Good enough, you messy little cunt. You can lie there and rest for a while." His eyes wandered upward to Slave Tanya, the big-breasted blonde slave who was still tied to the Horse. Yet he abruptly turned aside from her. He seemed to have new prey in mind as he cocked his head, his finger motioning at Sophia. 

"Come here, girl. I've tired of my own slaves. Now I'd like to borrow YOU."

Sophia's eyes widened in terror. She felt Ruthven's fists clench angrily at his sides as he set her down. Ruthven remained as still as a statue as Tanos reached out to her. Reluctantly Sophia took his hand, letting him guide her to the floor beside the exhausted Emma. 

"Spread those thighs, sweetie. I've wanted to taste this pussy since the moment I saw you. I'll have my cock drilling you soon, and then you can enjoy the exquisite feel of me feeding from you too." Framing Tanos' feral face, Sophia saw Ruthven's eyes blaze with murder, turning from smoky to volcanic ash. 




Lord Ruthven's Domain Ch. 04



As Tanos spread her soft thighs and pressed his manhood between her cunt lips, Sophia moaned. She gasped as he penetrated her, giving her almost no time to accommodate his impressive girth. His fangs bared, Tanos leaned toward the unblemished skin along her throat, seeking a throbbing vein beneath.

Yet as Tanos went to drink his fill of her, a sudden electric charge filled the air. Ruthven's hand glinted with the promise of steel - a curved knife which plunged into Tanos from behind. Again and again in lightning blurs Ruthven's weapon shredded the ancient vampire's insides. With his fangs in Sophia's neck, under attack in mid-feeding, Tanos couldn't react in time. Tanos struggled to pull his fangs free, and yet by the time he did his vision was already failing. 

He felt his lifeblood drain away from him as Ruthven reached down, helping Sophia unsteadily to her feet. Tanos blinked as the edges of his vision were stalked by creeping darkness. He saw the exquisitely sculpted blonde slave girl looking down on him in disgust, and maybe - what - a semblance of pity? Beside her Ruthven's gaze was brimstone and flame only. 

"You...you'll regret this, old friend," Tanos wheezed. 

"Oh, I very much doubt that." Lucia came to stand beside Ruthven, and her expression was one of pure disdain. 

"Killing an ancient is not so...easy," Tanos hissed. "The other ancient ones will see you dead."

Ruthven and his former lover exchanged a look. Ruthven smiled, but it was a cold smile with about as much warmth as the sun on a wintry day. 

Lucia leapt on him then, her fangs rending - tearing out Tanos' throat. And then Tanos knew no more.

*****

The Next Evening...

The shower in Lord Ruthven's private suite at the Naruthe Hotel was luckily a spacious one. The sluicing of hot, scalding water cleared his head even as he considered the enormity of what he'd done.

Killing an ancient vampire. Was he a fool? A suicidal idiot? His desire to protect Sophia had overridden all else. The question was, would it get him killed?

He looked around at the flawless tiles, admiring the golden filigree which ornamented the fine ceramic lines like the etchings of a mysterious language. No...he would cheat fate, at least if his reckless bet paid off. 

No one had seen Tanos enter their particular dungeon playroom at the rave club except for the three vampire younglings, and all of them had been mesmerized, their minds prone to suggestion by Ruthven's more commanding power. Tanos' slave girls had been given into Lucia's safekeeping...after all, it was the least Ruthven could do to reward his former vampire lover after what she'd done.

Lucia's knowledge gave them a fighting chance because she knew the hidden passages that connected the rave club's dungeon playrooms as intimately as her own sex. Using them had allowed them to dispose of the body and get the slave girls out unseen. 

Vampires disappeared once in a blue moon courtesy of shifting politics or the occasional backstabbing. Ruthven could half believe that the other ancients would be as likely to point a finger at each other as suspect him. Tanos had made enemies over the centuries far more powerful than Ruthven - that was one of the few drawbacks of being a powerful elder vampire. Ancient vampires tended to form cliques, and one clique tended to breed a rival clique - an endless chess match played through the centuries which involved the highest stakes. 

Vampire life, for all its immortality, could be snuffed out just as suddenly as any mortal's.

Yes, as the water drummed its massaging caresses against Ruthven's muscular torso, he felt the first sigh of relief leave his lungs since the moment he had purchased Sophia. He groaned more deeply, and this time not from the pleasant temperature of the shower. Kneeling between his legs, her breasts swaying seductively, Sophia licked the sides of his cock. Her delicate fingers pumped his shaft in maddening, circular tugs. 

"You make it hard to concentrate, slave." He said the word 'slave' with a mark of affection. His hand gently cupped her left breast as she stood up, even while her hand still firmly commanded his hardness.

"Is that so, Master? Perhaps you have not trained this slave well enough." The desperation in her eyes told Ruthven that she was still here against her will - that she wanted to see her family again. Wanted her freedom. But for now this was enough for her. A spark of real affection had grown between them after what Ruthven had done for her - killing for her. 

Lord Ruthven's head snapped upward, looking to the heavens for help as she leapt onto him. Her legs snagged around his buttocks as she gently lowered her wet sheathe, encasing his manhood firmly in her heat as her hands knotted around the nape of his neck. 

"Is this better, Master? Less...distracting perhaps?" He interrupted her wicked smile with a devastating kiss. This slave was his. In fact she was his only real slave, the first he'd bought in nearly a hundred years. 

Would he keep her? He wasn't sure. He found himself surprisingly open to the eventuality of letting her one day return to her family, reunited with her loved ones after he'd mesmerized her mind - wiping it of all memories of her time in the forbidden vampiric world on the Island. 

Ruthven gasped as she pumped her lithe nakedness over the length of his shaft, encasing and freeing his cock in a tormenting dance. Her croons of lust overlaid the pleasant rain of the shower, and the girl's pebbled nipples brushed teasingly across his chest. "Mmm. Yes. Fill me, Master. Fuck me." The words were simple, and yet the arousal painting her face made his loins tighten painfully with need.

The thought of changing her should have thrilled him. Many a vampire had done it before to their favorite sex pet. And yet...he wasn't sure he could bring himself to do it. Part of him loathed the idea that she would never see her family again. Parents and siblings, bereft without her...knowing nothing except that she'd disappeared. It seemed cruel not just to Sophia, but to them.

Ruthven cursed himself for caring. The curse didn't erase the feelings though. Those remained...and more. A spark like the ember from a dying fire seemed to have caught somewhere in Ruthven's heart. 

Somehow a beautiful young slave girl had awoken something in Ruthven. It wasn't nobility, but it was something extraordinary. He let out a primal growl as her sliding sex brought him to climax, and she clung all the more tightly to him. "Fill me, Master. Yes, fill me with your hot cum." Her lips captured his for a change.

A new chapter in Lord Ruthven's immortal life had begun.

END

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I hope you found the story enjoyable or interesting. To those who are wondering why this is in nonconsent rather than nonhuman, my explanation is that vampires and humans are pretty similar and the nonconsent/reluctance theme is prominent. So I apologize for people who may be annoyed about that (Hey, at least my vampires aren't sparkly, right?). 

Remember, this is a fantasy. Always follow your dreams, the darker and kinkier the better!

~gaggedKitty23