Vampire Prisoner

Vampires...

It's too much to say "they told me so". I just wouldn't listen. No. The word of a hardened adventurer wasn't enough for me. She told me to stay away, but I went anyway. I wanted to find a vampire for myself--I wanted to be the one to slay him!

Little did I know vampires are used to being hunted. No sooner had I arrived in the mansion, then the lesser demons set upon me and kicked me into a cell. I haven't even seen the Prime, yet; the one they say that created all the lesser spawn. Frankly, I'm not even sure he exists. It's all a bit too "Hollywood" for my tastes. I mean... really? Gothic mansion, ACTUAL cells in the downstairs basement? Come on, now. The more time I spend down here, the less real it feels.

Oh sure, I've hunted my fairshare of monsters: sirens, medusas, werewolves, you name it. But I haven't yet crossed the boundary into actual vampire slaying, yet. I thought now was my chance.

I don't even know why they're considered so difficult to kill, to be entirely honest. A monster is a monster is a monster. Stake to the heart, cut off the head--bing, bang, boom. I'm a pretty well known hunter, after all. I've done my time.

Which is why I'm so confused about this entire situation. First of all, breaking into the mansion and finding the Prime should have been child's play. Secondly, the fact that the lesser demons were able the get the jump on me is even more ridiculous.

I pause in my pacing of the cell.

Unless that's all part of the Prime's influence. Could it be, that I was put under his spell from the moment I entered the mansion?

But then why do I still have so much hate for him in my heart? If I was a thrall, wouldn't I be falling at his feet, begging for his attention? Erg, the never ending questions! This is why everything is much easier when I kill first, think second.

"Settling in nicely?"

A voice like caramel floats out of the darkness toward me. I spin, seeking the shadows, and close my hands around the bars.

"Show yourself when you speak to me, moon scum," I hiss. "I will not play these foolish games."

"But games are so fun," The voice repeats, and the speaker finally steps into view. "And I so rarely have people to play with."

My eyes widen. This must be the Prime. He could be no other. From the white of his hair, to his ghostly pale skin and gleaming muscles, all contained within a loose-fitting white shirt and leather breeches unbefitting of the time... this, surely, is the vampire lord Prime.

"My life is not your game," I growl.

"I could say the same thing," He sighs, flicking a speck of dust off his shoulder and coming close--too close. His confidence will be his downfall.

"Enough," I say, wary that he could curse me at any time. "End this with my death or your silence, but either way, be gone from here."

He taps his chin in mock-thought.

"I have a better idea," He says, snatching my hand through the bars with inhuman speed. Before I can pull away, he settles it against his chest. No heart beats beneath the solid expanse of his pectorals, but it doesn't matter. I know where to stab anyway. "Instead of killing you, or letting you out to attempt to kill me--let us have a real game. If you win, your life will be your own."

I scoff, trying to yank my hand free, but he holds it firm. His devil's eyes are alight with mischief.

"And what game would be worth my life?"

"I'll give you a hint," He says, voice dipping low. Still holding my hand in a vicegrip, he slides it down his hard stomach and against the front of his leather breeches. His cock is hard and straining against his pants. I make to pull away again, but my attempt is more feeble this time.

"Release me from this spell," I say, but he only grinds my hand harder against the front of his pants and his pulsing cock. Something stirs inside of me, but I banish it--surely, it is just his spellwork.

"The game is this," He replies, finally letting me go. "The first to make the other cum... wins."

My eyebrows lift.

"All I have to do is make you cum, and you let me go?"

"Unless I beat you to it. If I win, you will remain to play again with me another night."

"Deal," I say, before I can change my mind. I've had my share of men, and most of them were disappointing. This monster can't do anything to me.

"Ladies first," He says, flashing his pointed canines at me.

I beckon him forward again, and obediently, he comes to the bars. I slide my hand back down his stomach and against his pants, again. Slowly at first, I start rubbing my palm back and forth across the bulge of his cock through his pants. He smirks at me, lifting an eyebrow.

"Is that really all you can do?"

I scowl, then lift my hand up, only to sink it into the front of his breeches. I feel pubic hair trailing from his hard stomach to the base of his cock. I let it guide my hand, until I find his rock-hard member waiting for me. He snarls a little bit, showing more teeth, as I fit my hand around his shaft and work it up and down. It's hot to the touch, and I can feel every vein. I work my hand up and down, then snake my other hand out of the bars and around his ass. He lifts one brow, then I manouver my hand inside the back of his breechs and slide it down, until I find his balls.

The Prime's hips buck forward a little bit when I cup his balls, banging against the bars and making them ring. I keep working my other hand, and am rewarded with a drop of precum from the tip of his cock. I drag my thumb through it and slide it down his shaft. I feel him pulsing in my hands as I work him, but he just won't cum.

"My turn," He hisses, and I remove my hands. Before I even know what's going on, he reaches through the bars and rips my shirt open, baring my chest to him. My heavy tits bounce and rub against the bars, and he guides me forward until one tit is through each side of the bars. He wastes no time and starts massaging one nipple, while lowering his mouth to start suckling the other. Despite myself, a little moan escapes my lips. I feel him smile as he pulls at my skin. My stomach tightens as he flicks the sensitive bud and runs his lips across the other.

I start to think I'm in control, until I feel his fangs puncture the skin above and below my nipple. I gasp in surprise and pain, but then he pulls at the blood and pleasure like I've never known rushes through me. He keeps sucking at my tit, feeding from me, and I press myself even harder against the bars. My nipples are as hard as rocks for him, and as he pulls harder with his mouth, I feel moisture start to pool between my legs. I look down and see his cock fully erect inside his pants, and a deep growling is coming from his throat as he sucks me.

"My turn," I whimper out, and he stops instantly at my command. Before I start on him, though, I run one hand against my now-swollen boob... but no injury remains. I let myself feel shocked for all of a second, and then I get to work. "Pants off." I say. In the matter of a second, the vampire lord Prime has his pants off.

His cock is huge, and he presses it between the bars impatiently, eyes alight. I get down on my knees, and feel his hand come around the hair at the base of my skull. His hips are flexing forward in little twitches, like he can't wait for me--and I have to admit, my mouth waters a little bit when I open wide and go down on him.

His dick tastes like nothing I've ever known before. I slide my tongue up and down his length greedily, and it isn't long before his hand pulls my head forward. I brace on the bars on either side of his hips and open my throat as he thrusts deep into my mouth. He curses something in a language I don't know, and his cock pulses in my mouth.

I close my lips and swirl my tongue, letting myself enjoy the saltyness of his precum. The bars ring out every time he jerks his hips forward into my mouth, and his fangs elongate as he hisses in pleasure. I gag, and he sinks even deeper into my throat. Above me, his long white hair is splayed across his muscular shoulders, and his abs flex with every thrust. I gag again and feel precum spurt against the back of my throat, but it doesn't count. Not yet. My pussy is getting wetter by the second, but I'm trying not to think about that.

Soon enough, he sinks into a steady rythm of fucking my throat. I'm drooling for him and gagging, but so long as he doesn't call an end to this round, I still have a chance. My tits swing freely underneath me while he rams his dick down my throat. I have to admit that I'm hungry for it.

Finally, he pulls out.

"Did you like that?" He hisses at me, bare cock still straining as I stand up. I can't lie to the Prime, so I nod. "You liked the feeling of choking on my cock?"

"Yes, lord." -- Now why did I say that? His eyes burn with desire on the other side of the bars.

"Take off your own pants."

I slide them down, evidence of my arousal plain to see. His nostrils flare as he scents my own precum, then beckons me forward. I press myself against the bars, and he bends down to catch me around the thighs. I yelp as he lifts me up, then catch hold of the bars and steady myself. When his mouth sinks against my pussy, I whimper in desire that I can't deny. His massive arms hold me in place and spread my legs wide, pulling my against the bars for his feasting pleasure.

I feel his tongue, his lips, and most of all, his teeth. He sucks at me and kisses my pussy with tender aggression--and it's not long before my feet start tingling.

"Yes..." I groan, then remember what I'm supposed to be doing. "I mean! No!"

But he snarls and yanks me harder against the bars, devouring me. My head lolls on my shoulders and my legs start to quiver. He finds my clit and runs his tongue and teeth against it viciously.

"Oh..."

My voice dips and my breathing hitches, and now it's my turn to press myself even harder against the bars separating us. His tongue slides deep inside me, and I feel the walls of my pussy start to contract. I'm close.

"My--turn!" I yelp, humping his mouth and using the bars for leverage. A wet sucking sound interrupts me as he pulls his mouth off my soaking pussy.

"What do you want to try?" He says, fiendishly smiling with my juices soaking his mouth and chin.

"Slide me down," I beg, pressing my chest against the bars again in offering. "Slide me down onto your huge cock, Lord."

He doesn't need to be told twice. I keep hold of the bars for leverage, then feel him lower me down from his mouth until his dick is pressing against my entrance. I wiggle my bare ass back and forth, until he sinks inside me. I'm soaked enough that his huge bulk slips right inside. He fills me and stretches me, and his fangs flash as he grunts in pleasure. I use the bars to lift myself up and down on his cock, each ridge pulling a whine of ecstacy from my lips.

The prison cellar is full of the sound of wet slapping as I try to make the vampite lord explode.

"I'm going to cum..." He growls, unearthly power in his voice.

"Yes, my lord." I whimper, bouncing him deeper and deeper with every thrust. "Inside of me..." I'm going to win this thing.

But then he ducks forward and sinks his teeth into my neck. I gasp in pain, only to be overcome with pleasure once again. It's too much for me, and I feel my orgasm shatter inside of me. I shriek as his teeth sink deep into my skin, and my pussy walls contract and squeeze the hard lines of his cock. He pulls the blood from me in a great wave, then whips his dick out with a primal roar.

He fists it hard with the hand not holding me up by my ass, and hot cum explodes across my stomach, hips, and tits. I'm still cumming too, and for seconds on end we're both lost to our pleasure.

When we're finally done, he lowers me back down to the floor of the cell. I know I lost... yet I can't help but look at his cock hungrily. It's softer now, but he's the vampire lord Prime for a reason. I bet he could fuck me again in five minutes.

"I win," He says finally, easing a few drips from his covk with a greedy fist. My shirt is torn and my tits are still out, but I did manage to gather my pants. "Same time, tomorrow." He promises. "We'll give you another chance at freedom."