Blood Harem

"No, none of them," he sighs with a frustrated wave of his hand. "One more try," he warns, dark eyes narrowing at the eunuch.

"Don't be so cross, darling. I'll go pick us out a couple of perfect ones." She stretches and rotates her slender neck, waking her body up after a relaxing massage. Dark, wavy hair falls over her shoulders as she stands up. Her long, loose dress brushes the floor as she crosses the room. The fabric can't hide her perfect slim figure though. She moves with grace and strength, stealing every eye in the room.

"Sometimes..." She caresses the sharp angles of his face - prominent cheek bones, strong jaw. "... if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." They share a knowing smile.

"Ready the room. I'll be there shortly." The kiss that follows the order is full of burning passion, enough to make anyone jealous. The onlookers watch, transfixed. Many of them would sacrifice everything to be invited to The Room.

"Back to work." The soft seriousness of her voice immediately has the room bustling. She never barks orders, never raises her voice... except in the throes of ecstasy.

The girls lounge about on colorful floor cushions under a haze that smells of perfume and sweet smoke. Music and giggling echo off the stone walls. Eunuchs serve the girls drinks and exquisite food.

No other men are allowed in here.

Some of the younger girls watch her, wide-eyed, murmuring her name, "Inanna... Look, it's Inanna." A blond strikes up a playful melody on a flute, staring intently over her instrument with mischievous eyes. Others join in but a couple of her fellow players seem to have forgotten how as Inanna strides across the room to where they're sitting.

She caresses the girls' heads as she steps through them as one would a beloved pet. The flutist doesn't stop until Inanna twists her hand in the golden ponytail, tugging her head back and kissing her hard. The girl's mouth is talented as she expected. "Come."

She scans the room for at least one more, ignoring the ones that cast their eyes down. They'll be ready one day and occasionally they're fun, but not tonight. A few older girls are blowing smoke rings at each other around a hookah. The giggles turn to sultry smiles as she approaches and sits down wordlessly. The girl to her right inhales and then passes her the hose. Inanna grips the freckled redhead's chin, tasting the smoke when their tongues mingle. She releases the breathless girl and brings the mouthpiece to her own lips.

She turns to the girl to her left, places a hand on the back of her head, and crashes their lips together. This girl is more tentative but Inanna knows he'll love her curves and auburn hair.

"Come," she says to the last girl but after only a few steps she looks over her shoulder and hooks her finger at freckles.

He'll be pleased.

The three girls follow her to The Room where Zarro waits. The candles around the bed cast shadows on his shirtless, muscular torso. He subtly licks his lips when he sees her choices and she wonders if his baggy pants are hiding his arousal. Inanna lays next to him, her head on his chest. Her long legs barely reach the middle of the oversized bed.

"Don't be shy, ladies. Help each other out of those dresses and join us," he says, absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Inanna's arm. The three girls stand proudly at the foot of the bed, arms at their sides, not attempting to hide their nakedness - exactly as they've been taught. "Beautiful..."

"The blonde plays the flute and has an incredibly talented mouth." Zarro pats his lap and she slinks up the bed to straddle him.

"Tell me dear, which of your friends is the better kisser?"

"I don't know," she laughs, biting her lip. He directs the other girls to either side of him, the freckled one nestling in between him and Inanna, who rubs her back encouragingly.

The blonde turns to her curvier, darker skinned companion and kisses her gently on the lips. She glances back at Zarro with a teasing grin before taking the girl's face between her hands and kissing her passionately. Without instruction, she turns to the redhead and they embrace, their mouths exploring eagerly. The blonde grinds against him and he reaches under her to caress her nether lips. She moans into the kiss, tangling her hands in the strawberry hair.

"You can see better from here," he tells the the shyer girl, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. When he traces circles around her nipple, he can feel her sigh against his chest.

"My turn, ladies." And their lips are on him in an instant - his lips, his neck feathered in kisses. When they start down his chest, he kneads the full breasts of the cury girl next to him instead of continuing to tease her perfectly erect buds.

They fumble with the laces of his trousers and Inanna smiles at their surprise when his manhood springs free. Their mouths are more tentative now, but no less pleasurable.

He runs his fingers through the golden hair and then directs her away from his cock, toward the girl pressed against him. "I need you to get her ready."

When the redhead gets his cock to herself, she consumes him greedily, taking nearly the full length of his shaft. "Good girl," he sighs then turns to Inanna, pulling her close. "Thank you. They're perfect." He nibbles her lip when he kisses her.

"Go take care of Inanna, my dear," he instructs the redhead and she grins up at him, lips still resting on his tip.

The blonde moans when he slides his fingers between her legs. "Go let your friend return the favor. I need to fuck her."

She straddles the curvy girl's face as he sinks into her in one thrust. He relishes the way her breasts bounce as he pounds into her.

The blonde watches him intently, touching herself sensually - her breasts, her stomach. His pace slows, distracted by her brazenness. When her fingers reach her clit, he nearly explodes. She parts her folds, allowing better access. He has to taste her. He takes her wrist, bringing her sweet nectar to his mouth and suckling her wet fingers. She tenses when his mouth begins kissing her palm, moving towards her wrist. Inanna reluctantly rolls over and reaches for something in the bedside drawer. She was so enjoying the redhead's mouth.

When he sinks his teeth into her arm, she whimpers a little but doesn't look away. She grinds her pussy into the other girl's face, feeling an orgasm building quickly.

The lightheadedness makes the room spin and she steadies herself with a hand gripping his shoulder as he drinks from her outstretched arm. Her fingernails dig into his skin when she cums and her sounds of ecstasy drive him over the edge. He lets go of her arm to grip the curvy hips beneath him and bury himself inside her, filling her with his seed. He laps up the droplets of blood that had fallen on her chest then trails his mouth down.

Inanna bandages the blonde's bite and lays the girl down next to her, stroking her sweaty hair off her face as she dozes. Inanna settles back against the pillows and the redhead eagerly returns to her job.

Zarro replaces his cock with his fingers and the curvy girl knows it's her turn. Excitement and fear and pleasure mingle as he kisses her stomach, her hips, her thighs. His mouth waters thinking about her full, firm thighs but he'll wait until she's shaking and pulsing and cumming. She's so close. He rubs her gspot furiously, needing her orgasm as desperately as she needs it. As soon as her pussy grips his fingers, he takes a long drag from the veins in her thigh. She moans but he doesn't stop pumping his fingers inside her until he's had enough of her blood. Her pussy gushes, their juices mixing.

Then Inanna shudders and gasps, but the redhead doesn't stop lapping at her until her orgasm subsides. "Come here, love," she tells the beaming girl.

Zarro bandages up the girl's thigh and lays between his two conquests to watch the last act. They snuggle up against him, sated and happy to serve.

Inanna kisses the girl tenderly, both kneeling on the bed, bodies tantilizingly close. Inanna rests one hand on the back of Freckles' head and the other travels down her body. Her pussy is drenched and Inanna sinks in one finger... then two... then a third, eliciting a moan. The girl rocks her hips, desperately needy.

Slender, expert fingers explore her folds as she kisses her neck. To bite her there would be too dangerous, but she can't resist sliding her teeth across the smooth flesh. The redhead stiffens. She'll have to find another neck for that particular craving. She won't risk this skilled girl. The others watch nervously and a tangible sigh escapes the room when she moves to her collar bone then out to her shoulder.

The redhead whimpers with relief and desperation, now so close and still a little nervous. Inanna holds her on edge a moment, inhaling her scent - the lust, the nerves, the sex.

"Cum for me you good, good girl," causes her undoing. Inanna's bite is swift and she holds the shaking girl tight against her as she imbibes.

When the girl begins to feel too weak, the vampiress stops and glances at her partner. He chuckles and shakes his head.

Every time a girl performs exceptionally well, Inanna wants to turn her. He keeps her in check though - can't have too many mouths to feed. He cradles the redhead and wraps her bite before further consideration of completing the ritual. She smiles up at him shyly and then burrows her face in his chest. Zarro and Inanna watch the girls sleep for a while and then leave them to the eunuchs to clean them up and return them to their room.