The Gallery

Author's Note:

This story has intense themes, shocking imagery, and some graphic deaths.

Then again, what else would you expect from a vampire story? Please enjoy.

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The Gallery

Part 1

Far out in the rustic countryside, there was an unsavory tavern and brothel called the Red Pillar. It boasted an unusually lewd bill of entertainment.

With so little to do in this archaic village, it was hard sometimes to even tell what year it was. So it followed that sex had become the endeavor of choice to pass the time.

Nude dancing. Sex shows. Vivid displays. The Red Pillar had made its name as the boldest and most morally unrestrained venue in the whole territory. And its main attraction was the coveted Divyna.

Her show, called 'Pleasures of the Flesh' was a spectacle of all things explicit. Swinging naked from ropes and chains, spinning tassels from her bare tits, pleasuring herself with ornate implements; all to the howls of excited men, throwing money at her as fast as they could pull it from their pockets.

The show's grand finale was enough to whip any spectator into a frenzy. And it was about to begin:

Divyna stepped down gracefully from the harness she'd been swinging from, stepping around the strewn toys and phallic implements she'd explored herself with earlier in the show. Skin shimmering under the lights, there was hardly an angle the spectators hadn't seen her from at this point of the show, but they were about to get the most graphic exhibition of all.

As she did every night, she stepped down into the crowd of raucous men. They roared, waving their arms at her as she coldly sized them up, scanning them, then dismissing them with a hand wave. The men groaned in disappointment as she rejected them, one after another.

Then she saw an attractive young man a few rows back. Handsome, clean shaven face, skin tanned by the sun, perhaps a farmboy. She pursed her lips and walked to him. The crowd began to whoop mischievously.

He stood staring at her with his mouth agape. She looked him up and down, traced his chest and shoulders, caressed his chin, then cracked a sly smile and grabbed his hand.

She pulled him up to the stage. The crowd howled and cheered. Once on stage, she stripped him naked. Divyna's eyes sparkled. The nervous farmboy was towering at the sight of her, and surprisingly well endowed.

She pulled him down to the floor and shackled him by the arms, legs, and neck to the floor. She tied a fabric gag into his mouth, not just to silence him, but for him to bite down on. The crowd's cheers picked up as newcomers began to realize what her "grand finale" was.

The hot lights were already making their skin bead with sweat. She stood over him and danced seductively. The crowd turned to hushed anticipation.

Rocking her hips, gyrating her body, she clutched her own tits, making them bulge through her fingers, even fingering herself, moaning softly as she swirled her own clit.

His eyes traversed all over her, taking in the fluid motion of her bare body. Breath intensifying. Cock getting even harder for her. She traced his muscular stomach with her toes, then to the tip of his rippling erect cock.

The crowd began to jeer: "Fuck him!" "Make it spew!"

Her lip curled deviously. She squatted down and slid his cock inside her. The young man's eyes rolled in his head. The crowd's cheers picked up. She masterfully worked him. Gliding up and down the full length of his pulsing dick.

His body tensed in his restraints. Wanting so much to reach up and touch her, yet he was reduced to a blunt instrument. His heart pounded, as did hers as she fiercely fucked him, whipping her hair around, breathing heavily through gasps and moans.

Her body shimmered with sweat. She cried out. The crowd rejoiced with excited howling. Feeling her wet snatch running up and down his shaft, his endurance was reaching its limit. His cock swelled. Teeth clenched, he grunted through the fabric gag.

"Mmmph! Hnnnnngh!! Nnngh!!!"

She slipped him out just as a spurting, gushing load of cum overflowed from him.

He came for her, splattering her bare stomach, insides of her legs, and rolling down his trembling cock. The audience also erupted. She lit up in sheer jubilation. What a luscious load she'd coaxed out of him. A spectacular finish.

Bathing in the excitement of the crowd, breathing heavy, her heart still thumping. She felt the admiration of the onlookers, the pleasure of the young man, spilled over for all to see.

As the cheers rolled on, some servants came out, took Divyna by the hand and helped her off the shackled farmboy. They cleaned up the aftermath, unshackled him, and carried him off in a daze. Divyna took a bow, gathered her generous earnings off the floor and strutted off stage.

The crowd still buzzing, spectators began to mutter amongst each other. There was one man in attendance dressed differently than the others. While all the other patrons wore light casual clothes, he was dressed in a heavy high-collared coat, and a hat which obscured much of his face in shadow, though he was indoors

Another spectator made small talk with him:

"Hell of a show, innit?"

"Such a performance. Truly high art." the overdressed man replied.

"Can you imagine? What I wouldn't do with her if I got her alone."

"Oh, I can imagine incredible things happening through her."

The other patron raised an eyebrow. "Yer talkin' like some kind'a poet, mate. Didn't know poets came to a place like this-"

As he turned, the man in the coat had vanished. Not a trace of him at all. He shrugged and went back to mingling with others in the crowd.

Part 2

Another night, some weeks later at the Red Pillar. Divyna's show had already concluded. The lucky hand-picked man had already been carried off, satisfied, head and eyes rolling. Divyna hastily stuffed her money into a handbag and donned a long heavy coat trailing down to her ankles.

She stepped out the back exit into a dark alleyway. The best way to avoid the advances of horny men. Keeping totally silent, she looked down the alleyway, eyes open wide and listening closely. Then the other way.

No one. She stepped down and began her walk home, where a warm candlelit bath and a goblet of red wine awaited her.

Halfway out of the alleyway, she glanced over her shoulder. Not infrequently, an obsessed "admirer" would follow her out of the tavern in a desperate attempt to get hands on her. When she turned back around, something in the corner of her eye startled her. She gasped at the sight of a still figure, standing back and obscured by shadow. It wasn't there the instant before. She could only see its eyes. A glistening silver gaze that pierced through the darkness. Staring at her with snarling, maddening want.

Divyna mistook the intense gaze for something she'd seen so many times before. She let out an impatient sigh. Unmoved, she spoke as if reciting a script:

"You can eat my pussy for five-hundred. I'll pleasure you with my hand for eight, or use my feet for the same rate. I'll suck cock for a thousand.

If you want to fuck me, fifteen-hundred if you're wrapped. Two-thousand raw. Five-hundred more if you're married, and for two-hundred more I'll even wear some of your wife's lingerie.

Which is your fetish?"

Total silence. Whoever this dark figure was, they had no interest in what Divyna was offering.

"Oh. You want more?? I charge a premium if you want to get into my-"

She was interrupted when from deep in the shadow flashed the silhouette of long fangs. The unblinking eyes above them flashed red. Divyna's blood chilled and her face filled with terror.

"Oh no.. What are you!? Get away from me!! Don't touch me!!! Don't-"

She was cut suddenly short by a wet squelch as the ominous figure swept its finger through the air, cutting through empty space with a long razor sharp nail.

Divyna tried to scream, but nothing left her lips. Blood cascaded down her neck as her eyes darted around frantically.

Her head rolled off her shoulders and toppled to the ground. Her fingers clawed desperately at the thin air where her head used to be. Her legs stumbled and gave out, and her headless body fell to the ground with a thud. Killing her without a touch, at least this dark figure had the decency to honor her last request.

The imposing silhouette stepped forth into the dim light. This frightening stranger was no lascivious man, but a vampire. In fact, not even a male vampire, but a woman.

The vampire Ryla. She was 1500 years old, though her appearance was that of an attractive young woman with fair skin and dark features. Albeit young in vampire years, she was quite ruthless, as was evident by the decapitated harlot sprawled at her feet.

Ryla hovered over her kill. With a whisk of her hand she flipped the heavy coat away. Her eyes lit up with hunger. Crouching down, she grasped Divyna by the ankle and raised it to her face.

Greedily stripping the stiletto sandal off her foot and flinging it away, she held her leg there and took a moment to appreciate; All those amorous men constantly pursuing her. Pampered. Desired. Worshipped like a goddess. Ryla marveled at how it all meant nothing, LESS than nothing compared to the urge to feed.

Her eyes flashed red again and her fangs protruded. She sank her teeth in and fed.

Moaning, eyes rolling, breathing heavily. Greedily slurping as the warm blood coursed across her lips, quenching her unearthly thirst. Delicious blood memories running through her. She could even hear Divyna's turbulent soul screaming in anguish as it slipped into oblivion.

Ryla's lips parted, dripping with blood as she paused to catch her breath. Such rich memories. Vivid experiences. Thrills. Pleasures. A unique kill. Then she calmed her breathing and gathered herself.

"Still, only good when it's fresh." and she callously dropped it to the ground with a thud.

Having drunk her fill, Ryla rose to her feet and left the rest of Divyna for the morgue.

She went to walk away, but noticed a sliver of blood still running down her chin. She wiped it with her finger and looked at it.

In that rolling drop of blood were the last remnants of Divyna's flickering soul. She could practically feel it on her fingertip, grasping, clawing to remain in the mortal realm, in the comfort of her warm flesh.

So many pleasures, lovers indulged in, fetishes satisfied, never to be enjoyed again. Such longing, indulgence and want, overtaken by terror and desperation as it slipped away for all eternity.

Without a second thought, Ryla sucked the droplet of blood from the tip of her finger clean, extinguishing the last glimmer of Divyna's soul.

Reflecting on the intense emotions and fear rolling through her in the last second, she looked back at Divyna's body and cocked an eyebrow.

"What an odd little creature." she said flippantly, and she walked away.

Part 3

As Ryla walked steadily down the country roads, everywhere she stepped the light seemed to dim, animals scurried away, and the air grew cold. She walked with a dauntless purpose. After all, she had somewhere to be tonight.

As she walked, she caught herself dwelling on the kill in the alleyway. Not Divyna, she was just another screaming soul in a vast gulf of victims. But rather, a question: why did these dirty human animals harbor such an obsession with rubbing their private parts together? Why obsess so, just for a touch of warm bare skin, or a peek at some oiled-up titty dancer gyrating naked on a stage?

Contemptible.

She approached a large mansion. It belonged to the vampire Restalt, a much older but charismatic vampire. She'd known him ever since being turned. If vampires had friends, perhaps he'd count as one. In any case, he was an acquaintance, and an animal much like her. He'd invited her to his home to "show her something incredible", as the rambling invitation read. A collection of sorts. Something about an "exotic diamond" and a "golden flower".

Ryla was confused. Vampires didn't care about those kinds of things. But she knew Restalt hadn't been seen for several weeks. In the areas of town he frequented, the usual piles of blood-drained bodies had seemingly receded. Even the local morgues were beginning to chatter among themselves. Ryla felt it was worth visiting Restalt just to satisfy her curiosity. If he wasn't out feeding, where was he?

Also, why such a specific time for their meeting? Seventeen minutes past the hour? Restalt had been eccentric ever since she'd known him. It was probably just a silly gimmick to see if she'd do it. She continually excused Restalt's peculiarity because he was good company.

She arrived at the mansion at exactly the stated time, and received an appropriate reception for a vampire's home. Before she could even knock, the door swung slowly open as if the house itself was expecting her. She smirked wryly and walked in.

She walked through the house. It was opulently decorated with near-priceless furnishings and adornments that Restalt had looted from wealthy victims over the years. As she entered the living room he was sitting there waiting for her. He spoke to her.

"I'm glad you came. Please take a seat."

Ryla took a seat across from him. Though she was in a coat and plain clothes, she was dressed more formally than he was, as he wore only a red silk robe. Restalt didn't look how you'd imagine an ancient vampire to look. As a human, he was a shockingly handsome, fit and charming young man. And turning him did nothing to extinguish those qualities, but rather locked them in forever. Restalt's magnetism was a huge factor in his success as a vampire, and the staggering body count he'd accrued over the years.

His appearance at the moment was even strange to Ryla. His hair was handsomely brushed, nails cut and filed short. His skin had uncharacteristic color and warmth to it. If it weren't for his fangs, she wouldn't even know she was looking at a vampire.

Ryla was immediately apprehensive, but got straight to business:

"Restalt! What's happened to you?? You look more alive than dead. Did you invite me here to tell me where you've been?"

"We could have small talk about my wine collection first." He came back quickly.

"Be serious, Restalt. No one's seen you for weeks. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious where you've been, or what you've been doing."

"Maybe I just found new territory."

"You should know how nasty things get if you encroach on another vampire's hunting grounds."

"Oh, I can assure you my new "territory" is not in contention."

"Stop being evasive. Why invite me if you're not going to tell me what's going on? Have you even been feeding at all? And if not, how are you even still alive?"

Restalt paused for a moment before answering:

"I've found a new gift. A new way."

"New way??" Ryla said incredulously. "That sounds like transgression. Vampires have total dominion over this mortal trough. Who would need - or want - a "new way?"

"And yet here I am. And yet here you are, curious to find out what I mean."

"The elders keep strict dominion over transgressions, Restalt. Whatever fleeting amusement you've gotten into this month, I'd be guilty by association if it steps outside their bounds."

He simply looked at her. No reply, just unassuming confidence.

Ryla let out a frustrated sigh. She didn't like where this conversation was going. In fact, every fiber of her vampire self was screaming out in protest. But there was no point in coming all this way not to hear Restalt out.

"Very well, then." She waved her hand disingenuously, prompting him to elaborate.

Part 4

Restalt smiled. Then his eyes gazed into empty space as he began the vivid retelling:

"Some weeks ago, I was out feeding. I approached a squalid inn, frequented by transients and low lives. The inn keeper made the fatal error of inviting me in. I quickly dispatched him, but to my disappointment I discovered he was a drunk. His blood was fouled with cheap sherry and not worth the kill. Disappointed, I left his useless corpse on the floor and approached the guestbook. Only one room was occupied that night, but four names. How intriguing...

I heard sounds through the walls. Sounds unfamiliar to me. Were they the sounds of a struggle? Anguished cries, or something else? They came and went, capturing my curiosity every time they hit my ears. I noted the room number and drifted upstairs. As I got closer, the sounds got louder. What were they? Once I arrived at the room I transformed into fog and passed through the keyhole.

Once inside, I rematerialized behind a curtain, where I could best stalk my prey before the kill. As I pulled the curtain away and peered inside, I saw something that made my eyes widen. Four humans, two rugged men and two beautiful women. They were strewn on the bed naked, having sex."

"Sex??" sneered Ryla. "All four of them?"

"I believe they call it an "orgy." answered Restalt.

Ryla sighed impatiently. "So, you walked in on a group of naked humans having some vulgar ritual? Why would you care what our food does for entertainment?"

Restalt stopped her abruptly. "You should have seen it..."

His eyes glazed over again, and his retelling became a reliving. He continued on:

"It was a thrill for the senses. The way the women's bare bodies shimmered in the dim candlelight as the brutish men clutched them tightly. The hard grunting. The soft moaning, wet slurping. Mingling lips and twirling tongues. The percussive slap of bare skin on skin.

The lurid things they were doing to each other. The women artfully pleasuring the men's cocks. The men boldly violating their delicate bodies. Ravenously licking, fingering and fucking them from every vantage. A wild carnal feast.

I reached into their minds. In an instant, I knew everything about them. The two men, attractive, muscular, and freakishly endowed, were transients and crooks. Predictably, their simple minds were awash from the thrill of reveling in these women, an incoherent whirlwind of lust and gratification.

One of the women, a gitana, had gorgeous olive skin, wide luscious merlot red lips, matching fingers and toes, long curling black hair. Even more enticing, she had glittering jewelry studded through her pierced nipples. How stylish.

The other woman was an exquisite blonde with wavy hair down to her back. Her partner had her tied to the bedframe by her wrists. What a decadent twist on something usually so torturous. I went deeper into her mind and found her to be an endless pleasure seeker and hedonist.

So much sex swimming around in that brain of hers. Lewd, erotic taunts rolling off those shining lips, that she babbled softly to her partner as he fucked her. Vexing to hear such tantalizing filth from such a beautiful woman. As I delved deeper into her mind, I found the most enticing thing of all."

"Harlot?" inquired Ryla. "Titty dancer?"

"No." he replied. "Adulteress."

Ryla cocked an eyebrow.

"Rushing back into the gitana's mind, I discovered she was one too. And the cocks these women were skewered on were not their husbands'. They lived and breathed the attention of amorous men. Minds and bodies yearning for thrill and pleasure. So much so, that they'd snuck away from their doting husbands tonight to indulge in this taboo romp. How fantastic."

"So you've taken a fascination with adulterous women? That's hardly news. The vampire Lenair fed almost exclusively on cheating erudite wives."

Restalt continued undeterred.

"... The jubilant smiles on their faces as their bare bodies conjoined and intertwined with the men's. Enjoyment. Delectation. Hearts pounding. Skin glistening with sweat. So driven, enthralled by unbridled want.

What wonderful creatures."

Ryla squinted uncertainly. It would seem Restalt observed the same passions she did when she killed Divyna, but he didn't have the sense to discard them as human nonsense. Had he forgotten what he was?

The story went on:

"After what felt like a blissful eternity, the men came for them. One just before the other, they lost their loads. Pushed past their limits, they spilled over. Gushing ribbon after ribbon of thick cum onto the girls' bare bodies.

Their stomachs quivered and their voices trembled as the men defaced them, decorating their bodies and pretty faces with rolling, dribbling seed.

The gitana crawled to the restrained blonde and shared the luscious reward with her. Kissing passionately, tasting the sweetness of that powerful load between their lips and wild tongues. Delicately scooping pearls of cum onto her finger, then feeding it to her and sweetly sucking it clean herself.

What a spectacle to watch something so visceral, so intimate, yet shared so freely.

As they finished each other, their hearts and breathing began to slow. Lazily sprawled all over each other in exhaustion and utter satisfaction, they savored the pleasures they'd partaken in so greedily, chemicals rushing through their brains and all throughout their bodies, even as they lay still."

Though Ryla had been listening intently, she maintained her indifference and finally interjected:

"I would think you let them finish as a mere courtesy, but I suspect you were more entertained with their performance than you should be. Four oblivious victims just laid out for the taking... They might as well have been on plates, Restalt. Tell me you came to your senses and started behaving like a vampire."

Restalt continued:

"They were in a state that rivaled any drug or drink. Eyelids drooping, bodies tired, their immense gratification had made them sluggish.

Which of course, made them quite vulnerable..."

Ryla smiled fiendishly. That was more like it.

"As the spectacle waned, I felt my hunger return. Forcing myself back to the reality of what I was, and what they were, I shook off what I'd been feeling as temporary amusement and made ready for the kill.

Using the power of my dark gift, I waved my hand, knocking a glass vase over from across the room, startling them. As they all turned dimly to see what it was, I let two stiletto daggers fly at the men, striking one in the throat and the other through the face. Their bodies fell, one gurgling his last breaths, the other a corpse before hitting the floor.

The gitana was the first to see me. Her eyes widened in indescribable terror. Panic overtook her. She knew what I was.

In desperation, she leapt from the bed and snatched down a curtain rod with a spiraled tip on the end. Clenched tightly in her fingers, she charged at me with it.

With a wave of my hand I wrenched it from her grip, threw her to the floor sprawled onto her back, and turned the spear-like rod on her.

Wriggling under my dark restraint, unable to move or scream, her eyes filled with fear at the spear floating just above her, ready to impale her.

The bound blonde raised her head and tried to scream. I raised my other hand and silenced her. I knew what any other vampire would do: With a wave of one hand, impale the gitana, and before the spray of blood even settled, cut the blonde's throat with a whisk of my finger through the air. Then, after tuning out all these annoying distractions, finally feed.

I could see it all happening in my mind. Yet, I hesitated.

I began to admire them. Such exquisite, delicate creatures. Yet able to harbor such deep craving and lust. Even in their precarious state I saw so much beauty in them. The gitana pinned to the floor, the blonde squirming in suspense as her crystal blue eyes shook with fear."

Ryla suddenly interrupted, snarling at Restalt accusingly.

"You did kill them.. Didn't you?"

Her harsh tone shattered the scene and brought Restalt screeching back to the present. He stayed silent for a moment, deep in thought, then answered her.

"I decided I couldn't bear the destruction of such art. There was so much there to marvel at and appreciate. To enjoy in perpetuity."

Ryla let out a huge sigh of relief. "Oh, you skinned them! Is that all?? Oh, what a relief! The vampire Dinora skinned all of her victims and kept them in her basement. That's not even controversial in vampire lore, Restalt. Why would you put me on like that?"

Restalt cracked a subtle smile. He knew Ryla was looking for an easy way out of this conversation, but he knew there wouldn't be one. Instead of replying, he simply reached beneath his chair.

He tossed a steel muzzle onto the table between them. Intended for vicious animals, he obviously wanted her to put it on.

"You want me to wear that?"

"If you want to know the rest of the story, you'll need it."

Ryla fumed with uncertainty. "Restalt, you've really gone... I think I should..."

"Indulge me?"

Ryla scowled. That was NOT how she intended to finish the sentence.

And yet, Restalt had been a mentor to her ever since she'd been turned. He'd been a large part of her maturity into a formidable and bloodthirsty vampire. Either through trust, or just sheer curiosity, she slowly reached for the muzzle and securely clasped it around her head. Then looked at him with stern, smoldering eyes.

"Now you're ready."

Part 5

Once the muzzle was secure over Ryla's face, Restalt escorted her to his private quarters.

She looked around skeptically. It was lushly furnished and ornately decorated, which was no surprise. Most noteworthy was that the walls were heavily decorated in art. Not unusual for vampires to take interest in art, or even have a robust collection.

But the nature of this art; all of it was undeniably erotic. Paintings and sculptures. Images of female bodies, some abstract, others in realistic detail. Nude figures twisted into suggestive poses. Explicit, even pornographic.

Ryla feigned disinterest.

"Human men would get clubbed by their wives for having all these dirty pictures, Restalt. Did you expect me to be shaken by an erudite porn collection?"

"As with most art, you'll find an appreciation if you gaze at it longer. And what? No mention of my masterpiece on the ceiling?"

"Masterpiece?"

Their eyes rose slowly to the ceiling and Ryla gasped at what she saw. There, shackled at the wrists and ankles was a naked woman, her back arched in an extreme curve, hanging from the ceiling like a chandelier.

Ryla hissed when she realized something even more astonishing; She was alive. Restalt had her on display like a piece of naked, living art. Her wrist shackles and anklets were bejeweled with dazzling rhinestones, a sparkling jewel collar was fixed tightly around her neck. Her bare tits swung from her chest, and dangling strings of diamonds hung from her pierced nipples.

Pierced nipples? She must be the gitana adulteress from Restalt's story. He hadn't killed her. Instead, brought her here as his captive. Her body strained, shaking in the extreme position she was bound in, and the obvious discomfort of being shackled in such a way. A bead of sweat rolled down her neck, between her breasts and dripped to the floor. Yet her expression was that of calm submission. Though her body shook, her eyes looked forward, resolved and determined.

"My exotic diamond. Isn't she beautiful?"

So she was Restalt's "exotic diamond?" How interesting, Ryla thought. It was a good thing Restalt muzzled her, or else she'd already be on the ceiling, killing her where she hung. She restrained her vampire proclivities out of respect for Restalt, but not without great effort.

"In her past life she lived for the gaze of filthy horny men, but she did nothing to deserve that admiration, save wearing skimpy clothes and painting her toes. But now, she is truly a vision worth admiring, and her purified body is bathed in a more worthy gaze; Mine."

"You have her hypnotized?" Ryla asked.

"She's quite lucid."

"All this for a ceiling decoration?"

"I sit for hours sometimes and admire her every feature. Feasting my eyes on her and marveling at her beauty, she feels my adoration. My fierce desire for her. It compels her to remain, though her body sweats and strains."

"How long do you keep her up there?"

"Until her body can take no more and she cries out in anguish. Then I take her down and... indulge in her."

Ryla smirked ambivalently. She had an idea of what he meant by that, but wasn't yet willing to confront it.

"Don't get me wrong, Restalt. I love that you're hanging her like a piece of meat, but she shouldn't be here! Alive, and in your private quarters? The elders may be lenient since you had the sense to torture her, but you have to kill her now!"

"Torture? Ryla, please. This is purification. This is flourishing. And If you saw the incredible things she can do, you would know I could never allow her to be killed."

Ryla's eyes drifted across the room. She was so fixated on the spectacle of skin hanging above her, she didn't even notice there was another woman across the room from her. Ryla had mistaken her for another piece of lewd artwork.

There, mounted like a living sculpture, was a gorgeous blonde. Naked as well, she was placed on a gold pedestal shaped like blooming flower petals. Her legs were split wide, toes pointed outward. Her arms pulled tightly behind her, wrists shackled. Her head was thrust back, eyes blindfolded with a gold sash.

And the most amusing thing: She was penetrated with two golden cocks. Artfully crafted in vivid detail, one jutted up out of the platform she was perched on, deep into her soft snatch. The other was stuffed into her open mouth.

"Ooooh..." remarked Ryla. She walked closer, eyes fixed in amusement.

"My golden flower!" Restalt announced proudly. The other adulteress from his graphic story.

Ryla was still feigning disinterest in human sex, but something about this stirred her excitement. Visually shocking, exploitive, and brutally erotic.

As she stepped nearer, Ryla could hear the woman's breathing. Skin shimmering with sweat, her legs shook as she strained to hold the explicit pose.

Mouth agape, Ryla took in the sight. Restalt approached the mounted woman and touched her lovingly. Her breathing intensified. He grasped her foot and sensually caressed her sole and bottoms of her toes, making her moan.

"All this lovely bare skin tells quite a story, you know? Lovers enjoyed, fantasies explored, vivid experiences with hard, fervid men... and even a few women."

"Lovely or not, have you forgotten what flows beneath it?"

"Hardly. I've simply found greater treasure in letting it flow. In her former life, her selfish spirit could never match her outward beauty. Now she is eager, subservient, and obedient. She respects her own beauty such as to make her body a vessel of pure art and sex, submit and display herself to the delight of my eyes."

Restalt gently took the gold cock out of the blonde beauty's mouth. It was bigger than Ryla expected, being sunk in her throat like that. She was even a little impressed. Restalt grasped her face and kissed her deeply with wet swirling tongue. As their lips parted she softly spoke to him through heavy breath.

"Master..."

"You let it speak to you!?" Ryla asked with seething contempt.

"What a waste to keep such luscious lips silent. You should hear the impassioned words that spill from us sometimes. It would make even your ancient vampire ears perk up. And if you don't mind not calling her an "it", her name is Oolana. My exotic diamond is called Uchara."

They had names? And Restalt was actually using them? Ryla's apprehension began to grow. Here were these human women being kept like pets in Restalt's mansion; being fed, fucked, and sweet talked. If the elders found out about this, they would storm the mansion, slaughter his little playthings, then kill Restalt and probably Ryla too just for entertaining all this. She grew nervous. What had Restalt gotten her into?

She fumed at him from behind her muzzle. "I'm telling you, Restalt. You should have killed them."

"And mount corpses to my furniture? Not an appealing decorative choice.."

"Sarcastic prick!" she huffed. "You know what I mean. I can't believe you're doing this."

"Their enraged husbands would've murdered them anyway once they caught them. And what a waste that would be. Where's the art in that?"

"Your eccentric "taste" is no excuse!!"

Ryla's eyes began to flash red and her fangs protruded. If Restalt didn't calm her down, she'd rend free of that muzzle and the walls would be splattered with blood.

Unmoved, he coolly raised a finger. Ryla caught herself. Restalt was a much older and more powerful vampire than she was. In fact, she wasn't entirely sure of the extent of his powers. She settled down, partly out of respect, and partly not to anger him.

Part 6

Restalt motioned for Ryla to take a seat. She obliged. With a wave of his hand, he relieved the girls of their positions.

Uchara's shackles lowered slowly from the ceiling down to the floor, letting her tired, tested body finally rest. She unshackled herself and unclasped the heavy strings of diamonds that had been dangling from her tits.

Oolana's restraints opened and her pedestal receded into the floor. She rubbed her wrists and seethed through her teeth as she touched her clit, her pussy sore and sensitive after being jammed with that gold dildo for so long.

Both girls walked obediently to Restalt, holding the ends of the gold chains trailing from their collars. When they reached him, they submissively offered him their chains, so he could direct them however he pleased.

Ryla examined them as they walked. Despite the austere positions they were bound in, Restalt certainly kept them dolled up; hair artfully styled, lips shining under deep gloss, nails painted and polished to utter perfection. An intrusive, unwelcome thought entered her mind, taking her off guard:

What beautiful women. Perhaps Restalt did have an eye for art, even when it lived and breathed.

Ryla quickly tuned it back out, restoring her perception of them as prey, meant to be hunted and tormented, not admired and enjoyed.

Restalt walked the two girls commandingly to the bed and sat with them at the foot. He began to embrace and kiss them.

"Purification?" Ryla said shrewdly. "I'd ask what you're "purifying" them for, but no point in playing dumb, is there?"

"I'd never imply that you were dumb in any way, dear Ryla. But perhaps there are things you don't yet know, more profound than you imagine."

Restalt noticed Uchara gently kneading her nipples, sore from the weight of those dangling diamonds. Her face strained.

"Consider the shark and the remora..." He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close to him. "The remora clings to the shark. It serves the shark, while at the same time is protected and nourished. The shark could, of course, revert to its most primal way and EAT the remora..."

He pulled her closer, her bare tits right in his face, he clutched her so she couldn't move. He let his fangs protrude. Uchara gasped. Oolana watched nervously, fumbling with her collar chain.

"But what a poor decision that would be."

He let his fangs recede and softly sucked her nipples. Her body relaxing, she grasped his hair, pulled him close to her and moaned softly.

The vampire in Ryla was offended to see Restalt playing with his food. But deep down, in subtle memories she thought had long decayed, she felt the affection, the tenderness. Like the touch of doting boyfriends and lovers long forgotten.

Careful not to wear it on her sleeve, she interjected:

"Not such a nuanced decision for the remora. If I remember your story correctly, this woman tried to kill you."

"She's given much more to me since then than she ever could by spilling her blood."

Ryla rolled her eyes. Every time she tried to deconstruct Restalt's philosophy he came back with some horny, purple poetry.

Restalt finished comforting Uchara and commanded her to lie alongside Oolana. Then he stood up and looked solemnly at Ryla.

"You'll simply have to see it for yourself."

With that, he swept his robe to the side, revealing his rippling hard cock, jutting up out of his robe. Ryla's mouth dropped open as he brandished it proudly. Still embracing each other, the girls bit their lips in anticipation.

No wonder Restalt had taken such a liking to human sex; he was well equipped for it. It wasn't typical for vampires to see each other naked, and Ryla had definitely never seen another vampire like this.

Dropping his robe, he walked to the waiting girls. Their eyes glittered, gazes locked on his hard, ready cock. He lay alongside them and warmly welcomed them to curl up on each side of him.

They kissed him, caressing his face, tracing his well-built chest and stomach with their fingers. They slowly made their way down to his lap. Taking his cock in their fingers, feeling its daunting size. Pulsing, coursing with blood, skin tight as a drum.

They kissed each other once more before sharing his cock, amorously sucking it from its tip to the base, putting a shimmering sheen of hot saliva all over it. As one girl sucked him, the other went down between his legs, gently sucking and licking his tight balls.

Restalt thrust his head back and moaned. Running his fingers through their silky hair, tightly clutching a handful as those luscious full lips slid up and down his hard shaft.

'Mmm..' Ryla thought to herself. All out of quips, she now watched intently. No longer trying to undermine Restalt's philosophy, she was getting a close up view. Her first taste - if you will - of sex, live and in the flesh.

Ryla grappled with herself as to why she got such a thrill watching it. Perhaps it was simply objective? Like watching a skilled sculptor, or a performer swallowing fire.

Or perhaps something more? A gesture of deep intimacy. Shared warmth and affection. Enticement for what more was to come.

With his cock primed by the girls' soft lips and wet tongues, Restalt lay on his back and pulled Oolana onto him. Uchara lay alongside them, quietly cheering them on with erotic taunts. Restalt slapped Oolana's tits playfully, making her yelp. Then gently caressed and sucked them, making her swoon. Uchara squealed with delight.

Then, the moment: Restalt grasped his cock and poised it to penetrate her. Oolana let out a long gasp as he sunk his cock into her. Inch by endless inch, he entered her, until his balls pressed firmly up against her soft bare ass.

"Ooooooo..." she moaned. Clutching his chest and shoulders, she squeezed him tightly with her legs and feet. Uchara hovered over her smiling, clutching her ass and slapping it with a loud crack. Then soothing her, sensually caressing the bottoms of her feet as she rocked herself up and down on Restalt.

What a spectacle. Ryla could only relate it to a sword plunging into an opponent. The only thing graphic and visceral enough to compare. But what a different - and wonderful - reaction.

Restalt turned Oolana around and held her mounted on him in reverse, better to share her with Uchara. Clutching her hips tightly and pulling her down hard on him, he fucked her more fervently, grunting and gritting his teeth as he worked her from beneath.

Ryla began to feel the things Restalt described that fateful night when he walked in on the orgy:

"... the percussive slap of bare skin on skin..."

"... so intimate... yet shared so freely..."

Uchara crept in, bringing her face right up to Oolana's well-loved snatch. With a smile, she said:

"Let me feast, master!"

She licked and fluttered Oolana's wet clit with her tongue. Already overwhelmed by Restalt's pounding cock, feeling like it would split her in half, Uchara's tongue dancing on her swollen clit pushed her even closer to the edge, making her legs shake and stomach quiver.

Restalt reached up and grasped Oolana by the neck. She gasped, heart jumping. Thrilled by how tightly he clutched her neck, and tempered by the trust that he wouldn't hurt her.

Restalt's eyes lit up with wild excitement. It was time to finish her. He pumped harder and harder, holding her tightly by the neck.

"Cum..." he commanded her. "Cum!!"

Oolana cried out. Uchara squealed in excitement, her mouth still wildly pleasuring Oolana's quivering clit.

"Ooohh! Nyah! Ah-OOOOOoooohh!!!

She came for them.

A rolling, gushing orgasm. Wetting her friend's pretty face as Restalt pulled her tightly down to him. Feeling her body quiver all over, utterly impaled on his throbbing hard cock, Restalt's skin glowed with life and his eyes glowed a bright gold.

Ryla's jaw dropped open. So the new way wasn't just the taking of pleasure, but the giving of it as well? What a revelation.

As Oolana finished her gyrating release, Restalt's aggressive embrace transformed to gentle holding and sensual caress. Smiling, he sweet talked her as her body continued to shake.

He lowered her gently alongside him and let her recover from that shaking, convulsing orgasm. His face beaming with pride and satisfaction.

Ryla was shaken to her core, almost as if she'd experienced Oolana's pleasure herself. She felt something inside her roaring to life. Legs pressed together as she sat watching, she didn't want Restalt to know how much it moved her.

Then he surprised her. That wild look still glowing in his eyes, he grasped Uchara by the arm and flung her around onto her back. Spreading her legs wide, toes pointed tensely outward, he was turning his fierce affection towards her now.

Pressing her down onto her back, she moaned fawnishly as he slid his long, thick cock into her. Spearing her with another blissful penetration till his impressive full length was buried inside her.

"Uaaaghhhh...." Restalt bellowed as he sunk into her.

It made Ryla's spine tingle. She must have felt as good as she looked. Calling out to him, her soft voice embellished his harsh, primal grunting. Looming over her, dominating her, he fucked the elegant beauty with jaw dropping ferocity.

Even Oolana looked over in amazement, still buzzing from that gushing orgasm, she cheered to see her master so fervently working her sweet sister in bondage.

Eyes locked on him, her hands bracing against his chest, brow furrowed at just how hard and viscerally he was loving her, Uchara felt his body tense, every muscle in his body flexing. Her lips plumed out and she came for him. She cried out, begging him to follow her.

"Cum for me, Master! Cum!!"

He finished her, slipping out of her just as a spurting rush of seed burst out of him, all over her battered snatch.

"Hngh! Augh! Uuaaagh!!"

She swirled her clit frantically as he spilled his cum all over it, up onto her bare stomach, some even spurting up to her pretty face and neck. A carnal torrent.

He collected it with the tip of his cock as it rolled off her, then buried it in her again, sending it deep inside her. She moaned in exasperation.

Ryla gasped. Such a bold move to unleash a load into a woman like that. No questions, no apologies. And how much must she want him in return, to eagerly let him do it?

Even more than the illicit visual thrill, now there were deeper, more profound elements of sex being revealed to Ryla, growing in her mind like sprawling vines.

As their pounding heartbeats came down, they smiled at each other ecstatically. Restalt gently took his thumb and wiped a drizzle of cum that flung onto her chin, then kissed her lovingly.

Exhausted, he flopped back onto the bed. Both girls snuggled up closely on each side of him, his glazed cock still dripping with his own cum and the girls' hot juices. He held their heads gently.

"Golden Flower, Exotic Diamond; taste the nectar of our pleasure."

"Nourish us, master."

The girls eagerly cleaned his cum-covered cock of every last drop. They slurped and savored every bit, catching even the rolling droplets with their curled tongues, until it was clean. Once they finished, they all fell back in each other's embrace, smiling and laughing together.

Ryla's mind spun over what she'd just seen. Something was different now. Before, she thought it odd how humans fixated so much on simple bare-skinned friction. Now, after seeing it in such detail, even feeling it by proxy, she understood why Divyna's soul clung to it so desperately as she slipped out of existence.

And the most obvious, looming question: Restalt. She looked at him with a mix of awe and apprehension.

She'd always seen Restalt's physical qualities as the mere objective measurements of his body. But now that she'd seen him naked, and put on a show like that no less, it put an enigmatic spin on how she "measured" him.

Attraction. Temptation.

She suddenly saw him as a sexual being, and a man. With all the complicated sentiment that followed.

Part 7

The three lovers sprawled out, still buzzing in ecstasy. Restalt's skin glowed with life, as did his eyes a warm gold. He spoke to her.

"Feeling lighter, Ryla?"

Lighter? In the figurative sense? Her eyes wandered, then froze.

Oh no. The muzzle was on the floor by her feet. With a casual gesture, Restalt released it himself. So hypnotized by the scene before her, Ryla was oblivious. How long had it even been on the floor?

In an instant, Ryla snapped like a wild animal. Oolana was lying closest to her at the foot of the bed. She snatched her by the neck and pulled her close, poised to cut her throat. Uchara scrambled to Restalt and embraced him nervously.

Ryla had them in a tense stand-off. Holding Oolana clenched by the neck, razor sharp nails ready to slice across it. She squirmed fearfully in Ryla's grip, clutching the sheets tightly in her fingers. Uchara clung even more tightly to Restalt, knowing if Ryla killed Oolana, she'd immediately be next. Restalt simply lay back coolly, watching everything unfold.

Ryla taunted Restalt. "You seem unbothered that your Golden Flower is about to have her throat cut."

"And you seem unusually hesitant." Restalt fired back. "Will you kill her? As callously, and without a second thought... as when you killed Divyna?"

"What!?" snapped Ryla, Oolana still whimpering in her grip. How did he know about her?

Ryla stared at him furiously, trying to read his face and pierce his guarded thoughts. Then she gasped as the realization hit her.

"Restalt..." her eyes narrowed. "So cleverly masked in unassuming charm, I hadn't realized the depth of your manipulation till now."

"Hadn't you?"

"The Red Pillar; located perfectly between our two estates. The odd timing of our meeting, carefully set so I would be there just when Divyna was leaving the tavern. My time to feed."

"And why would I do such a thing?"

"Her soul, so immersed in sex and fetish. Her blood memories, rich with its elation and thrill. Just enough to pique my interest. Open the floodgates of my curiosity."

"Perhaps just a coincidence."

"You must have seen her lascivious performances. Familiar with their timing and flow. Were you an admirer of hers?"

Restalt stayed silent and let her go on.

"Hypocrite. Your newfound love of beautiful women... Where was that when you lured me into killing her? You could have put her on display here. Instead you fed her to me as bait."

"Indeed I did, and without hesitation! A measured trade for something much finer!"

Ryla nearly jumped. He admitted it. But what did that mean? A strange emotion welled up inside her. A feeling of being desired. Of being wanted.

"I think you're beginning to piece it together, dear Ryla. I'm not courting you to this new way because you're a fellow vampire, but because you're-"

She finished his sentence.

"A woman."

Restalt smiled in satisfaction. She understood.

Ryla was torn. At once, she was warmed that Restalt saw beauty in her. That he desired her like his precious human partners, perhaps even more.

At the same time, furious at the manipulation. The idea that she would just acquiesce to sex like one of his playthings. What was happening to her? Was she a vampire? Or a woman?

She could feel Oolana's pulse pounding beneath her fingers as she gripped her throat more tightly. Still boiling at Restalt's trickery, she looked down at the terrified girl.

Killing her and her sister in bondage would set all this straight, keep Ryla in the good graces of the Elders, and snap Restalt out of this transgressive delusion. Sparing her would sever her from her vampire nature, and set her on an outcast path under Restalt's new way.

She knew what she had to do. Uchara screamed as Ryla snarled viciously, snatched Oolana's face to her own...

And kissed her.

Ryla kissed her indulgently, wet twirling tongue mingling with hers. Oolana's hands went from fearfully clutching her to warm, soft caress.

Ryla felt a flow of sensations overtake her. Emotions and desires bursting back to life inside her. Relishing not only the kiss, but buzzing with anticipation for something even more.

Their lips finally parted, faces still intimately close, mouths hanging open. Even the air they breathed mingled together. Ryla's skin warmed. She felt her heart beat with more life than it had in hundreds of years, and her eyes glowed a subtle gold.

Her first taste of the new way.

She released Oolana, who scurried back to safety, curled up on the other side of Restalt, though her face was still flushed from that kiss.

To Ryla's surprise, Restalt didn't look taken aback. He knew her better than she suspected. All this was part of an anticipated progression that Restalt was wagering she would undergo.

"Ryla, you've come a long way since leaving your home tonight. Sparing my sweet Oolana was the final proof that you're ready to share in this new gift. To not only spare her, but see her as something-"

"Precious." Ryla said it with him in unison.

Restalt smiled. The heart and emotions of a woman still lingered there in her, with sensuality not far behind.

"Testing you was a high stakes gamble, to be sure. If it hadn't gone my way, their bodies would be strewn across the floor right now."

"And yet, it did. And here we are." Ryla said, eyes still glowing.

Restalt beamed victoriously. He beckoned her.

"Come to us, my Pale Rose."

Eyes fixed on them, Ryla dropped her clothes to the floor around her feet. Showing her fit, fair skinned and beautiful body. The girls gasped, admiring her. Muttering to each other and smiling. Restalt looked at her with brimming anticipation, his own eyes glowing. She spoke to him:

"Teach me, Master."

Then she went into the embrace of her new lovers.