The Dread of Damned

I woke up in the middle of the night, the moon hanging high and casting a silvery glow through my window. I freshened up in the washroom and opened the curtains, letting the moonlight flood the room. Sitting on the bed, I began the familiar process of refining the faint spot on my lung from yesterday's blood intake. By using the fireflies now. By the time the sun rose, two distinct white spots marked my progress, and I felt a renewed sense of vitality.

Vasen informed me that Yelena was waiting for me in class. I got up and made my way there. Inside, Yelena stood in her usual suit, her expression serious and businesslike.

"I didn't expect you to approach me first," I said, walking towards her.

"Stop. We need to talk," she said, signaling for me to sit.

"Alright, let's talk then," I replied, taking a seat.

"Last time, I won't deny that I enjoyed it, but it wasn't what I wanted, and you didn't ask or inform me," she began, her tone stern. "Also, my reaction was because I have really sensitive tits. It had nothing to do with whether I wanted it or not."

I had anticipated this. Yelena was a woman who valued control. Suddenly being vulnerable and following orders would be a significant change for her, one that couldn't happen overnight.

"Are you saying you don't want us to continue?" I asked, feigning deference. If she refused, I would take control in another way. But this was more enjoyable.

"No, that's not what I meant. I like being with you, but I don't like being told what to do. I want to have fun, but in other ways," she clarified, maintaining her stern demeanor.

"Okay, we can have fun in other ways," I agreed. I would still guide her to where I wanted, but it would take time. First, I needed her to depend on me. The next steps would follow naturally.

"But let me tell you, I like it rough, and I will have it my way if you want to continue," I asserted.

"I don't have a problem with rough," she replied.

"Good, then come here," I said, opening my arms while still seated.

She descended from the platform and stood between my arms.

"Let's get this off," I said, touching her coat. She slowly removed it, placing it on a chair.

I patted my thigh, and she looked at me before sitting on my lap.

"Good girl," I praised, smiling. My hands began to massage her head. I wouldn't do anything extreme yet, but I would start making it feel natural for her to follow my orders, beginning with small things.

I slowly caressed her body, feeling her melt into my embrace. I ripped at her shirt, sending buttons flying before tossing it aside.

I cupped her perky breasts, circling my fingers around her puffy nipples.

"Ahh," she sighed.

"Your tits are really sensitive," I remarked, kissing her cheek and the crook of her neck. She needed to feel my affection.

"Yes, they've been like this for as long as I can remember," she replied, her legs parting slightly.

I extended my nails and tore at her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She flinched at the touch of my sharp nails.

My nails traced their way toward her pussy, my fingers teasing her lips. The sharpness heightened her anticipation or fear, intensifying the experience.

Her pussy lips grew slick with anticipation as my fingers played with her puffy peaks. I slipped a nail inside her, making her tense. As a vampire, she could heal easily, but the tension heightened her sensations.

I slowly inserted my finger, then withdrew it, repeating the motion again and again.

Each time, she sighed. I was subtly denying her, almost making it feel natural.

I fondled her nipples, my mouth tracing along her neck and back, before thrusting my finger in completely.

She shook with pleasure and the sudden intrusion. I pressed a spot inside her, causing a strong reaction as a fleshy bud emerged atop her glistening lips.

I withdrew my finger, then plunged it back in after a moment, watching her get closer and closer.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

"Hmm," she hummed, trembling.

I slowed my movements, enough for her to feel it but not enough to break the moment or make her realize I was doing the same thing as yesterday.

"You should say it," I coaxed.

"Yes, I like this," she said. I pinched her puffy nipple as a reward, eliciting a sigh from her.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked, increasing my pace but preventing her from climaxing by withdrawing my fingers and stopping the assault on her nipple.

"Yes, yes please," she cried. I hadn't told her to say please, but she needed to know who was in control. Slowly, she would accept it.

"Good girl," I said, adding another finger inside her. My thumb pressed on her fleshy bud, my fingers pinched her puffy nipple, and finally, I bit her behind her ear. She shook now, almost there. I bit her neck as she came undone in my hands, flooding the floor and my thighs on which she was sitting.

"Yes, let it go, just like that. See how good it feels," I whispered in her ear, biting behind them intermittently. "Enjoy it."

It was about the pleasure she felt in the moment, but also about making her let go of control, to enjoy my command, my control.

She lay wasted in my arms before coming to her senses. Her fingers circled around my member, moving from beneath her to between her thighs, fully erect and throbbing as she rubbed herself on it, more juice leaking from her lips.

"Please, let me have it today," she asked. She said she didn't like it, but my words still had an effect , they still lingered in her mind slowly taking root.

"Okay, you can," I said, kissing behind her ear, feeling a shudder run through her.

She got off the chair and took my trousers off. My member sprang out, anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

She wrapped her fingers around it, but it was so girthy that she needed both hands.

She started moving her hands up and down, making me groan. It had been too long; pre-cum leaked profusely, the pleasure monumental.

She continued for a long time before looking into my eyes.

"Can I take it in my mouth?" she asked.

I gave her no reaction, watching unease rise in her eyes.

"Please," she pleaded.

"Yes, you can," I said, cupping her cheeks. I needed to control her slowly, train her. The first session had set a base; she knew what I wanted to hear and did it almost unknowingly, driven by pleasure.

She slowly took me into her mouth, making me lean back and sigh.

She couldn't take it completely, managing only half the length. Growing frustrated, I placed my hands on her head and pushed her down, feeling her tight throat as she struggled, her gag reflexes activating.

I held her down, tears streaming from her eyes, saliva dripping onto the ground. I saw the slickness from her thighs. My hands cupped her tits and twisted her sensitive nipples as my thumb of my foot entered her pussy, her squatting position making it possible.

I let her head go, and she came up, relief filling her face. I pushed her down again, plunging down her throat, making her gag in surprise. My fingers pulled and twisted her nipples, my foot's thumb pressed on her fleshy bud. I repeated the process before pleasure coursed through me. I pushed her down with more strength and held her there, coming undone down her throat, spurt after spurt. All my pent-up frustration released, I felt at peace, coming down her throat for what felt like forever, so much that my balls ached. She came a second time, flooding my foot.

We stayed like that, basking in the absolute height of pleasure.