The morning was mild despite the autumn coolness. Luxiana couldn't feel better as she took in this heat even more. It was not the warmth of the sheets that pleased her here. It was the smell of the sheets, his smell. This masculine smell but so sweet, she would get drunk on it all her life. She opened her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. She was in his sheets, in his bed. It means that… She blushed, starting to giggle, the memories of the day before were now fresher than ever in her memory. He had taken her as hard and passionately as she had always dreamed. Even though they hadn't slept together, she was now satisfied because she knew he saw her as a woman. One of those with whom he can give free rein to his sexual urges and satisfy as much as he gave her the foretaste the day before. She shifted slightly, moving her feverish fingers to her crotch. She closed her eyes to memories of Vladimir's actions at that exact spot. He had touched her there, stroking and lapping h
Luxiana's breathing was shaky and choppy. She didn't know where to put her head and had only pulled Vladimir's hair, whose head was visible between her legs. “M…master ahh…” But no response as Vladimir's tongue continued to lap up the inside of her pussy and his fingers helped drive Luxiana almost insane with pleasure. She screamed, moaned, and arched her back. Vladimir gradually picked up the pace and finally, she felt her limbs weaken. Tremors took over and like the day before, she screamed when she cum. Languid on the bed, Luxiana saw Vladimir sit up, licking a fluid from her thumb that she knew was coming from her. “Master…this is so embarrassing…you are so…indecent” Vladimir sneered mocking Luxiana. Indecent? Him? And she? She was languid with her body exposed to him shamelessly while he had an incredible view of her bare breasts and pussy. Yes, she was more lewd than he was at that very moment and he wanted to throw himself headlong into this sinful indecency. Sl
Vladimir stood shirtless in front of the window as he gazed tenderly and protectively at Luxiana in the sheets as she was asleep. She looked exhausted and he could understand her. She had had to put up with his century-old passion and for that, he feels slightly guilty. "What's the point of dwelling and having regrets? I enjoyed being with her, being in her. If I had to start over, I would do it even now. The only thing that worries me is whether I could protect her…if I could prevent her from suffering because of the position I have just imposed on her by my side. I'm so afraid of losing her, I would have liked so much to hide her from the rest of the world but it's impossible. » He got up and came to sit on the bed. Luxiana's breathing was calm and peaceful, she was smiling and he knew she was happy. Why? He doesn't know. Still, the sadness that was hers at the beginning had disappeared and now she seems more fulfilled, resplendent. He stroked her cheek, removing a few
Luxiana awakened with her body in pieces. She no longer felt her limbs and that her body no longer belonged to her. She closed her eyes remembering the intensity and fieryness of her master as he took her like it was the last time. She would never have imagined that he could become so passionate and wild but at the same time, there was a sense of desperation in his actions. It was as if he were begging her by his gestures not to leave him, that if he didn't, she would slip through his fingers. It was stupid such a thought because even if he didn't love her, she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She was bounded to him forever and could not live without his presence, his warmth and now she no longer wanted to do without his embrace, his caresses, and his body. She was already in love with him, now she was obsessed with him. She closed her eyes, feeling him behind her. He had gripped her body holding it possessively against his and she wondered why so many conflicting feelin
The castle is still quiet, it has always been so and it will remain an unshakable truth until the end of the world. In this castle far from everything, in the heart of the forest, perched on a mountain, he watches the clouds in the sky. It's been his only pleasure for over 800 years since he became the new Lord. 800 years of monotony, centuries of solitude, and long and interminable years of deaf suffering. Yet life has not always been there even for him. Not a while ago, not before those long centuries, when his father was still the Lord, once again, he lived a rather happy life for a young vampire. His parents were loving and caring, caring about how he felt and more importantly what he wanted. They told him all the time: “Son, live your life as you wish and design to lead it fully so as not to harbor regrets later”. Vladimir believed that he would have had time to apply this advice, but unfortunately, he never could. His parents, purebloods, people with power and resistance reco
Vladimir walked slowly down the long hallway of his mansion, it was an ancient architecture, and on the walls along the hallway, there were paintings. These paintings were the portraits of his illustrious ancestors and members of his family. His family, how did it get there? The DRAC family, the founder of the vampire clan and above all the direct and famous line of the most exceptional vampire the world has ever known. They were twenty, three millennia ago, but the purebloods began to die one after another without anyone understanding anything. His ancestors, and his parents, all succumbed and today he remains the only one. Will he also succumb to this unknown disease? He hopes it will happen soon because despite his “young age”, he is already tired of life and only wants one thing, to join them, to join her. He stopped in front of a portrait, his face twisting, his fine features creased. This pain that won't go away, this pain that twists his insides, his beloved, Angelica. They
Vladimir does not understand what is happening to him. The woman in front of him gives him a strange feeling. He should be dismissing those sassy elders with their famous tribute. But no, at this precise moment, he can't turn away from the woman's admittedly dull gaze. Luxiana. She has a soft and tender face, and large eyes with delicate contours, this noble bearing far from being of royal blood alone. No, it exudes something more dignified, more elegant, and more majestic. Despite her deplorable condition and her many bruises, she is beautiful and graceful. He however frowned looking at the deplorable shape of this young woman, he is not someone altruistic, not far from it, especially in front of a human who constitutes his main source of nutrition. But at this moment, he feels a lot of pity for this woman and only wants one thing, to make sure that she no longer looks like this. He straightened up, the girl despite her empty gaze following his gestures before turning to the
The ancients couldn't believe their ears. What had their Lord just said? Make this human woman his aid? No, it can't be true, how can a person of his rank, as illustrious as he is venerable, allow such an unsightly and dirty being at his side? Maybe it's a hunger that makes him think like that. It is impossible that in full capacity their Lord would have made such an unreasonable decision. Granting such honor to a human, yet since this man he said was his best friend passed away, he hasn't allowed anyone to stand by his side. This is even more revolting because the place at the Lord's side is an honor that even the elders covet. To stand in the wake of a being as majestic and exceptional as their master, many would be ready to kill to occupy this place but there, at this moment, the Lord is giving this delicate place to a person who does not deserve it. A human, moreover, who should have served him as a meal. No, it's inconceivable, even if he is whimsical, he pushes things a bi