Becoming a Vampire's Lover Ch. 08

Jericho awoke in the same upright position he had fallen asleep in, restrained at the bottom of Thana Aeronis's bed. He opened his eyes, coming face to face with the redheaded vampire. She gave him a menacing, fang filled smile.

"It's my night off. That means you get a whole night with me, big guy," she said. "I haven't forgotten that you owe me some answers. So let's see if you're desperate enough for my cunt to give them to me."

"I told you the truth, Mistress, I swear," Jericho said. She pressed a button on the remote she held and an low electric shock hit his balls where they rested inside his chastity cage. The titillation caused his cock to stir and hit other electrified spots in the cage. The more he was shocked, the harder he got; the harder he got, the more skin touched the boundaries of the cage and ended up getting shocked. It was a repeating cycle that he could do absolutely nothing about and couldn't quite tell if he was loving or hating.

"Maybe you did," She said thoughtfully after releasing the button. He sighed in relief before she continued. "But you haven't told me everything."

Then, like last time she had controlled his cage, something on the inside of the cage stroked his shaft. Except this time, it was agonizingly slow, keeping him aroused but not stimulating him enough for climax.

"So, tell me how you got in contact with your rebel friends near the border," She said.

He didn't want to get that group caught up in his mess, what little of them there might be out there. So, he decided to stay silent --that is until she held down another button. Whirring sounded beneath him and he could feel something hard but lubricated slowly pushing between his asscheeks.

"Tell me, slave, are you a top or a bottom? If I had to guess, I'd say you're a top," She mused as he panicked.

The object continued pushing up until he could feel it nudging his hole open. He had never bottomed for anyone; never had anything go in the wrong direction down there. Jericho wasn't particularly insecure about his masculinity, caged cock aside. He had no qualms about enjoying Arden's little dick in his hands when it was attached to their cute feminine body, for instance. He had fucked trans women who had cocks even bigger than his, but he had never ever taken one up the ass.

"Okay! Okay!" He yelped. The object stopped, barely poking inside him, and he took a moment to catch his breath. "I heard they contacted us through a mutual customer."

"A customer? What does that mean?" Thana said.

"You know, like, the rebels provided them wooden bullets apparently and we provided them the weapons to fire them," he explained. "I don't know the customer's name. It's all hush hush for everybody's protection."

"Good boy," she said. The object, which was an inch from fully penetrating his sphincter, eased back down to wherever it had come from but it's impact was still felt. It was like his hole had been stretched just a little and he was surprised to find that he didn't hate the feeling. "And what exactly did they tell you about me and the reason for your little mission?"

"Just that you were trying to unify the vampire nations under the Vampire Dominion. We were trying to stop it, Mistress" he said. He had already spilled this much, might as well try and avoid her harsher tendencies.

"Are we so bad?" She said. The stroking inside his cage increased it's pace. He groaned but didn't answer her. "Answer me, slave!"

"God! I guess not --nnngh-- Mistress!" He said as the cage zeroed in on a particular spot just under his tip.

"Hmmm. Your doubt tells me you've still got that vampire hunter inside of you. Well, you've been a good slave and given me some more information today. I suppose I can take you for a walk and show you a very special place I take my pets when they behave well."

Just as he was starting to feel the beginnings of a release building in between his legs, the stroking stopped abruptly. He nearly whimpered at the sexual frustration that replaced his pleasure. The floor of his cell lowered once again and brought him fully back into it.

"Come along, pet," Thana said in a singsong voice, as if he had any control over how fast her own machine moved.

With fluid precision, the mechanisms laid him down and brought him out the side of the glass cell. Squatting down, she replaced the chain attached to his collar with a leash and he admired the view under the skirt of yet another short white dress. Her bare pussy called to him, a reminder of the craving he would never stop having.

"Is white your favorite color, Mistress?" He asked as he turned over and got on his hands and knees for her.

He doubled over as she shocked his balls again.

"Slaves don't ask questions!" She admonished and then pulled on his leash. "Get up, let's go."

He got back on all fours and followed her out the door and into a long hall. A few moments of silence hung in the air as they walked before she said, "I prefer white, gold, and green."

He looked to her gold and white heels and green bracelets which were designed to look like leaves. Then he noticed her dress was not only short but nearly transparent, showing off the curves of her bare ass as her hips swayed.

"Green to honor mother nature's gift to us, gold to celebrate our immortality, and white to symbolize our transcendence from humanity and into a purer, higher form," She continued. He guessed it would make sense for a vampire that's old enough to remember a human civilization to be utterly full of shit.

They passed an open door, which appeared to lead to a living room. Jericho did a double take as he noticed a man in a glass cage like his, built under the coffee table. The man blinked, looking at him with a blank expression, neither distressed nor looking particularly interested in anything. The next room looked more like a gaming room with a television and two lounge chairs. One of the chairs was occupied by another man who, upon further inspection, seemed to be restrained there and had a VR headset on. A tug on his leash kept him moving toward a familiar area.

"Clean up. You have twenty minutes," Thana said as she took off his collar and unlocked his dick, causing him to break away from his staring at Inez to gape at his suddenly free manhood for a moment. She left him there in front of the "human washroom", going to sit on a bench nearby. She didn't watch him while he showered like Inez did, clearly unimpressed with his naked body as she lazily scrolled her phone. So he didn't bother showing off or taking anymore time than he needed.

When he returned to her and got back on all fours, she clipped his collar back on but didn't put his cock and balls into the cage again. He marveled at how freely his rod swung beneath him as he walked behind her to a room down the hall. Then he grimaced at how stupid it was to feel happy about his newly freed genitals when he still had a collar around his neck.

"I know it's cliché for a vampire to have a dungeon but at least it's a sex dungeon," She said as she flipped on the red lights.

The large room was all leather and mirrors. There were various restraints attached to the ceiling and walls. Shelves held sex toys and instruments for kinky discipline. A knock sounded in the doorway and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Inez Silva walk through. Her outfit made him wonder if she lived here too, stuck here like Thana's pets. There was something so different about her compared to other vampires he had seen. A human, crawling on hands and knees like him but neither leashed nor collared strode in behind Inez and sat in front of her. The vampire watched them with a quietly curious grin and something that he could've sworn was compassion in her eyes. It was probably nothing. Humans had compassion for their pets too, after all. He chuckled wryly to himself as he imagined a vampire feeling something like love.

His attention shifted to the human pet. At least, he thought they were probably human. He could see the petite person had a cock between their legs but it was probably the tiniest cock he had ever seen --smaller even than Arden's. Did they even have balls? Their chest was nearly flat, unlike Arden's, the only features being almost unnoticeable mounds and puffy nipples. Their sharp jaw was lined with a almost unnoticeable layer of stubble but their long brown hair and otherwise soft facial features were undeniably feminine. The longer he stared at them the more he found himself turned on by the unique combination of features.

Thana snapped and said, "Thank you for fetching her on short notice, Inez. Now pay your respects."

"Yes, Mistress," she said, as if in reflex.

Thana lifted her dressed and turned, exposing a bare hip. The petite blonde, still holding the leash, got on one knee and ran her tongue reverently across the lush curve of her ass. Closing her eyes like she was praying.

"Good girl," Thana praised. "Now leave."

The other vampire stood up and handed her the leash before quickly leaving the room and closing the door behind her. Thana turned her attention to her newly arrived pet, stalking over to her with unnerving grace.

"Mistress," the baffling cute person purred in a soft contralto before eagerly bending to lick her gold heel. Thana looked down at her with a mockery of a warm smile before her gaze shifted back to Jericho.

"This is Fable." Thana said. Interesting that this pet had a name but the vampire didn't care to know his. It was one of many privileges Fable seemed to have.

"No collar?" he asked.

Thana pursed her lips in annoyance at his speaking out of turn again but replied, "Fable hasn't needed a collar in six-hundred years. She knows her place."

"Fable is Mistress Thana's pet girl," she said after she was done polishing her mistress's heel. She turned around and looked at him, eyes wide at his body that was twice her size. Her eyes grew even wider when she beheld what hung between his legs.

"She doesn't even remember being anything else. Isn't that right, Fable?" Thana asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Fable has always been your pet and always will be," The femme said happily.

His brain short circuited trying to comprehend this conversation, the word "six-hundred years" being the one giving him the most trouble.

"What is she?" he asked in wonder. Fable cocked her head and looked at him curiously like she was wondering the same thing about him.

"She's human, if that's what you're wondering. That's all you need to know, slave " Thana said bluntly.

She led him with the leash across the room to a white leather throne that was placed in the center of a small semi-circle dais. She was really living out her evil vampire queen fantasies in this room. The only problem was that she really was an evil vampire. Fable followed close behind him and he could see her eyes wander to between his legs repeatedly as they both walked on all fours. Her own little girlcock bobbed cutely as she walked. Thana sat down and Fable sat back on her knees in front of her on the dais. Jericho looked to the vampire and back to Fable and decided to follow the strange femme's lead.

She propped a leg over the armrest, pulling her dress up and spreading herself wide. Her eyes flicked to Fable as she said, "Dinner time, pet."

Fable crawled quickly over and began eating her out like a starving animal. Jericho started to head in that direction as well but she held up a hand, stopping him.

"Not you, slave!" Thana barked. "You may pick up where she left off."

She rotated her high-heeled foot for emphasis on where she meant for him to "pick up". Something in her harsh tone subdued him and he crawled to her propped foot and began sucking on the heel of her shoe obediently.

"Good boy," she praised and brought her attention back to the girl worshiping between her splayed thighs.

Thana ran a hand through Fable's hair and admired her as she lapped away without a care at the vampire's wet sex, her adam's apple bobbing as she swallowed her honey like divine water. Slowly, the immortal looked up at him with a smirk like she had remembered something. She uncovered a panel in her throne and at the press of a button, unseen nozzles began to spray the room with a clear mist.

As Jericho breathed, he began to feel a burst of the familiar euphoria he usually experienced when going down on a vampire. Usually, it was a steady but gradual thing but this high hit him all at once. Had she turned vampire pussy nectar into a breathable mist? How had she even amassed enough of it to do that? As he continued sucking her heel, he found that the metallic leather started to actually taste good. He moaned as he continued bringing it into his mouth greedily. Thana chuckled darkly at him.

"Alright, I'm bored, come sit over here," she said, wiggling her shoe out of his mouth.

"Yes.. Mistress..." He said in a voice that both was and wasn't his own, like the pussy drug had invaded even his ability to speak. He obediently sat back down on his knees in front her.

"Breathe deep, slave," She crooned. He inhaled, his eyes rolling back as pure bliss washed over him. "Now, tell me, what do you think of Fable's ass?"

"Mistress?" He said in hazy confusion. He looked at where the femme stood on all fours between the vampire's legs. Her ass was delightfully plump in relation to her otherwise small body. Without anything else to do with his watering mouth, he had to admit he really wanted to bury his face there between those luscious cheeks.

"How would you like to worship my pet while she worships me? She is a girl after all, even if she's a human one. Surely even she is owed a subservient man's mouth on her like every woman and femme is due, no?"

Fable looked back at him, the smattering of short whiskers spread out across her jaw dripping with Thana's essence. Despite having never been attracted to someone who had even a little facial hair before, he couldn't help his hard-on at the look of lustful anticipation in her eyes. If she had to deal with this monster all the time, he supposed she did deserve some pleasure --or at least that was his rationalization.

"Yes, Mistress," he said again, any other words eluding him.

He took another lungful of vampire pussy mist and made his way across the floor to where Fable waited for him. He palmed her asscheeks, which caused her to shiver; whether out of excitement or some reflex, he wasn't sure. Her back arched and she gave a satisfied sigh as he spread them wide and gently grazed his tongue flat across her puckering hole. Her skin somehow tasted sweet like cherries as he devoured her and he was starting to believe that the mist was altering and enhancing his senses. She continued breathing heavily as he licked her but her focus went back to the intoxicating feast between Thana's legs.

"How is my slave performing, my pet?" Thana asked.

"He worships Fable like Fable worships Mistress. Maybe slave could worship Fable's clitty too?" she asked almost pleadingly and licked Thana's own clit for emphasis.

"You heard her, worship a superior member of your pathetic species." Thana ordered with a sneer. Jericho looked between the trans girl's legs at the tiny member which really did look more like a clit than a dick, even as it wiggled and swayed with her every movement. Like a pendulum, it seemed to call to him in his haze. He laid down on the floor beneath her, craning his head slightly to bring his mouth to her base.

"Ohhhh," she interrupted her own worship to moan as he slid his tongue across her shaft. The organ rewarded him with a small deposit of precum spurting onto his tongue as he tasted her tip. Her cocklet and the liquid it gifted him both tasted even sweeter than her asshole had. As he made his way back down her short length, he confirmed that she indeed had no balls to speak of, just a bit of skin where they had presumably been at some point in her hundreds of years of existence. He closed his eyes as he lost himself in her exquisite taste.

Eventually, she sat up on her knees, apparently having been given leave to stop eating her mistress's pussy. He adjusted himself to continue his work as she looked down at him in awe. When he brought her into his mouth and licked in a circle around her thin girth, she started thrusting her hips as if in instinct, slowly building up speed and force as he sucked her. Even with her small size, it was an act of dominance when she put two hands on his skull and began to thrust up into it. He could have easily overpowered her but for some reason he let her have this moment of control; let her take her pleasure from him as she wanted. It wasn't out of some kind of sympathy but because somehow it seemed right; like she deserved it. It had to be the relentless haze that the mist was bringing to his mind that spurred on his submission because he didn't even resist as she guided him onto his back and mounted his face. With her girldick still sheathed between his lips and Thana's leash tugging at his neck, she humped him like she had been starved of sexual touch. He was more than happy to satiate her.

Eventually, Fable paused her face fucking to look back at his rock hard cock, which lay throbbing across his stomach. He felt it stiffen at her attention on it.

"Fable wants that inside her, Mistress," Fable said, notably looking up at the vampire rather than him for permission and still keeping her member buried in his mouth and keeping him unable to weigh in on the topic. Thana eyed her thoughtfully and got up from her throne to pace around her two pieces of human property.

"You know that would be a treat for him, right?" Thana asked her.

"It would be a treat for Fable," she insisted. "She's been a good pet girl for Mistress. Please?"

"I suppose you have and the slave has been fairly compliant today," she said, halting beside her throne again. She hit another button on the panel and a tall stool emerged from the floor. "Here, lean on this, pet.

The human pet stood up, bending over and resting her upper torso on the leather seat. Her back arched as she presented her ass, presumably for him to fuck. Thana guided him by the leash and to crawl over to Fable then, to his shock, handed the leash to her pet. She grinned at the leash and then down at him before yanking on it, pulling him closer to her.

"Don't start until I say so," the vampire warned and walked away.

"Yes, Mistress," both humans said in unison.

Fable looked down at his cock and then back to his face with smug the look of a girl about get her way. Even though he would be doing the fucking, in a way, she would be the one using him. Even though they both belonged a vampire, with his leash in the pet trans girl's hand, he was cemented as the lesser being of the two. That was, of course, if he was viewed as a being at all and not just an object for her entertainment and sexual gratification. He supposed it didn't matter as Fable smacked her own ass and she instructed in her own cute way, "Give Fable kisses."

He tenderly pressed his lips to her cheeks again and again like the obedient thing he was becoming in Thana's ownership; the obedient thing he was slipping into with each breath of the mist.

"And here," she said in amusement, pulling on his leash and pointing between her legs. He kissed her cocklet gingerly where it hung beneath her and it twitched in response.

"Good boy," She said in satisfaction and ran her fingers through his hair as he continued. Her touch felt so good on his scalp. She was being so gentle now and it made him realize he hadn't received that kind of affectionate touch in days. It was comforting in a way that made him feel like maybe she didn't see him as just a thing, even if Thana did. So he kissed her cock some more in appreciation.

"Rise, slave," the vampire said as she walked back over to them. Like a zombie, he immediately stopped worshiping Fable and dutifully stood behind her, close enough that his erect member rubbed against her much smaller one. His breath caught a little as the tip dripped onto his shaft with the contact. He was so ready to fuck her, whether he was a person or an object or anything else. He didn't care, he just needed to fill the little femme with his cock.

From beside him, their Mistress poured lube on Fable's hole and then onto his length. He bristled at the cold substance for a moment until Thana wrapped her long-nailed fingers around his manhood, stroking him and coating his cock in the process. Though her strokes were clinical at best, every movement threatened to make him spill before he had even entered the girl in front of him. When he was lubricated to her satisfaction, she simply stopped and walked back to her throne. As she walked in front of him, he was stunned to see her nearly bare backside swaying with her gait, her dress nowhere to be found.

"Entertain me," she commanded with a dismissive flick of her wrist as she sat down. It was then that he noticed that she wore only a strap-on dildo, which she stroked and covered in lube. She smirked as she saw where his gaze had fallen. It was smaller than him but it still intimidated him to think of it inside him. To his surprise though, the idea also made him even harder.

The other human pulled on his leash again, breaking his stare at Thana, and impatiently said, "Well? Fable wants to be fucked!"

That was music to his ears and all he needed to hear as he grasped her hips and lined up his cock with her ass. Her walls massaged his cock as he entered her tight hole. He was ready to go full throttle already after only entering half way, but he paused letting her adjust and back up onto the rest of his rod at her own pace.

"Mmmm yessss," she moaned as she did exactly that. When he was reasonably sure she had adapted to his size, he pulled out almost all the way before plunging back in. She cried out in pleasure and tugged on his leash more, urging him to continue. So he did, each thrust quicker and more powerful than the last. Each time his cock disappeared inside her, he felt a little bit of his self-control slipping.

Soon, he found himself not only railing into her but pulling her ass onto and off of him like the motion of their hips was simply not enough for him. Fable was clearly getting the treat she wanted and then some as moans turned into blissful whimpers in time with the rhythm of his pummeling. He listened to her chorus of outbursts with no small amount of pride in his abilities, even under the circumstances they were both in. It was just like when he was fucking Arden and Grace every night, both vying for use of his cock. He knew he missed them but clear memories of them evaded him while this haze colored his every sense and this girl's ass made him feel like a god.

He was so lost in his hedonistic fury that nearly forgot about the bloodsucker watching them fuck like animals at a zoo exhibit --that is, until he felt her fangs grazing his neck, the tips of her breasts pressing into his back, and her strap-on rubbing against his rear. Somehow, she had managed to grab his leash from Fable without him noticing. She pulled it tight, forcing his head back. His motions faltered but he held onto Fable, like that would save him from the deadly predator behind him.

"Don't stop," she ordered into Jericho's ear. He built back some his momentum and Fable seemed to hardly react other than a widening smile, looking thoroughly cock drunk.

"You like my pet? Does she make you feel good? Make you feel like a man? Does she remind you of the pleasures of your old life?" Thana taunted. "You're lucky I have such a soft spot for soft, feminine things like my Fable. Don't get it twisted though, big guy, your old life is gone. Soon enough you'll be just like her and won't remember anything but being mine; of existing to serve my will. Sometimes you'll be fucking for my entertainment or getting fucked as a reminder of who you belong to. Sometimes you'll be a meal or a piece of furniture. No matter your use, your life ceased being your own when you crossed into my domain."

She thrust forward at the same time that he was pulling out of Fable. He gasped with the intense pressure as her rubber phallus slid inside of him with relative ease, thanks to lube she had lathered on it. His drive back into the trans girl in his grip eased the sudden pressure and when his cock emerged from her and the vampire's filled him again, he found that the pressure turned into ecstasy as he got used to her inside him. Now his increasing tempo was equal parts due to Fable's lovely ass gripping his cock and Thana pegging him in unstoppable synchrony.

"Fuck!" he groaned through gritted teeth as the two competing sensations seemed to melt his brain.. or was that the pussy drug?

"That's right. Let go," She encouraged in an eerily gentle way, her soft breasts pressing harder into him from behind. "Let go of the man you were and become only mine."

Somewhere deep inside him he knew Thana was a monster but right now her voice sounded so soothing; so inviting. He thought he really might lose his identity to her and thank her for taking it.

"Mmmm, your blood smells absolutely delectable now, slave. Who needs all the trouble of blood wine when just a little chemistry sweetens you up and makes your will oh so pliable in the process, if only for a night," she crooned. "Perfect for a rare wild specimen like you."

Some dulled place in his mind blared with alarm bells but it was no use. He was lost in his undulating hips, the overwhelming erotic bliss flowing freely through his body, and his circling train of thought that only ever led to one action --submit. So he didn't even react when she bit into his neck and started sucking down his lifeforce. In fact, the pulls from his punctured vein somehow felt even more amazing than her rubber dick inside him or Fable's ass around his cock. He let out an otherworldly moan as his cock twitched inside the other human and unleashed a river of cum into her. He heard her own audible orgasm seconds later. A former self would have been brimming with male satisfaction at the sound but that self was locked away somewhere deep inside him now.

As if his seed and body strength had both been drained from him all at once, his legs gave out, pulling him out of Fable and off of Thana. The vampire surprisingly didn't let him fall without catching him and laying him on his back between those gold heels. She squatted over him, her bare wet pussy inches from his face.

"You've earned a taste, slave," she said.

At first, he only opened his mouth and let her essence drip into his mouth. He was already high but getting it straight from the source was something else entirely. While whatever was in the mist hit hard and fast and produced some extra effects, some of which he wasn't sure he enjoyed, the original euphoria was smooth and heavenly. The enchantment on his body that compelled him to actively seek out more of it was stronger. So he reached out his tongue and spread it across Thana's folds, like they contained everything he needed. Before he could have a second helping of her wetness, she stood up.

His world started to visually fade but he heard her say, "And now for the main course."

Then, he heard Fable give a surprised squeak, followed by her pleasured cries and Thana's glutenous gulping of her blood. He didn't last much longer before slumber had taken him.

When Jericho awoke, naked as always, his head throbbed like someone had been trying to suck his brain out of his skull. Even though he knew he had more than enough of his fix, his bones ached like he hadn't had it in days. He sat up with no small amount of effort, looking around an unfamiliar room. The back of a curly blonde head of hair was familiar, though, as she sat at a desk next to the pink blanketed bed he had been laying in.

"Inez?" He called for her in confusion.

"Oh! You should be laying down!" She said with a start as she turned to him. She now wore an oversized grey sweatshirt and seemingly nothing else. He would've enjoyed the sight more if he didn't feel like absolute shit.

"What the fuck..." he groaned and plopped back down as she suggested.

"Yeah, the modified juices Ms. Aeronis uses for the mist tend to cause that side effect in most of her pets the first time," Inez explained with sympathy in her eyes.

"Where am I?" He asked as he continued to look around from where he laid.

Beside him was a blue heart shaped pillow and a black pillow next to it with pink text on it reading "Sharp Teeth, Chill Vibes". On the other side of the bed from the desk was a black dresser with a plum colored phone charging station and digital clock. Beside the door and in front of the bed was a modestly sized mounted TV. It was all so incredibly ordinary, he almost couldn't believe he wasn't hallucinating.

"You're in my bedroom," She said and quickly added. "Ms. Aeronis leaves her pets to me when they need to recuperate. She doesn't have the time nor the desire for such things."

"Is Fable...?" He started to ask before she cut him off.

"Fable is used to the mist and she's also kept in good health," Inez assured him.

"So, what exactly is Fable?"

"As per usual, you ask too many questions, slave," She said but her lips quirked up in a smile.

Jericho smiled back but pushed, "So, you're not gonna tell me?"

"I'm not supposed to," she said tentatively. "I also don't know everything but.. I know Fable was useful in the process of Ms. Aeronis developing a version of vampire blood that keeps humans alive indefinitely as long as they continue taking doses of it."

"Mistress Thana does a lot of these experiments?"

"Yes. Biochemistry is her personal hobby," Inez said. He could sense some sort of unease in her but couldn't place it. Did she disapprove? If so, was it because of the involvement of humans or was it just because she was altering natural vampire substances?

She cocked her head and asked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," he said, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"How was your first 'day off' with her?" She asked with a quiet grin.

He went over everything that had occurred in that red tinted room and said "It was intense. I think... I think it may have changed me."

Her grin vanished and was replaced with concern, "In a bad way?"

"I'm not sure," he said thoughtfully. "I don't even know what to make of Mistress Thana anymore. It's all.. confused."

"Yeah, she has that effect," Inez said.

"Why do you say that?"

She just shrugged, apparently not willing to explain further. This time he didn't push. Thana seemed to be an expert in mixing discomfort with ecstasy and fear with desire. He hated what she was and yet she had allowed him to have amazing experiences and, as much as he hated to admit it, she had expanded his sexual palate. He could only imagine what mixed feelings Inez might have about her employer, especially given her behavior with her yesterday and earlier.

"The first hangover is hard on her pets but they usually find the experience.. revelatory," she changed the subject.

"You could describe it that way I suppose," he said giving his own shrug. "So, what does the recuperation process look like?

"You've already done most of it. You just have to stay with me for another little while so I can make sure you don't pass out again. Here, drink this." she said and handed him a bottle of water.

"Thanks," he said and guzzled it down. She just nodded and laid down next to him. Awkward silence followed for several more minutes before he broke it. "You know, you're not what I imagined a vampire to be like."

"Is that so, slave?" she said, a glint of amusement showing in her eyes.

"It is!" He said with a wide smile. "Somewhere beneath that mask you wear, I think you might actually have some decency in you. I don't even believe you when you call me 'slave.'"

She blushed and looked as though she would protest at the assertion but he continued. "I mean look at this room! It does NOT look like an evil brooding vampire lives here."

"Evil! You think I'm evil?!" She bantered, acting mock-offended.

"No, I don't. That's the point!"

She shook her head, a true smile forming on her face now.

A picture on the dresser caught his eye as he gave the room another scan. It was hidden behind a stack of books and only visible from the bed. It appeared to be of a man shaking hands with a woman. He seemed to be in some position of authority, as did the men and couple of women sitting behind him in a row. Behind the woman he was shaking hands with, were rows of other women watching and smiling. It was ancient, just judging by how aged it looked and not even considering the absurd content.

"Like, what is that that?" He asked, pointing to the picture.

"Nothing!" She said immediately, a look of horror on her face replacing her smile as quickly as it had appeared. "I told you that you ask too many questions, slave!"

"Oh come on," he said, choosing to try and continue the lighter mood despite whatever nerve he had just hit. "You just gave me something to drink and yesterday you used my face like a vibrator --that's a good thing, by the way. You've been good to me, all things considered. You don't have to worry about me spilling your damn secrets."

She looked warily at him before sighing in resignation.

"It's a family heirloom. Something from before the vampire revolution. Supposedly, that's my --however many 'greats'.. grandfather. He helped human women apparently. Nobody can remember the details of what exactly he did anymore but yeah."

"I guess I can see why that wouldn't be a centerpiece around here," Jericho said. "But why keep it at all? Your mother, that is. Or hers? I'm assuming it was passed down that way, right?"

"Yeah, it was. But, I mean, you're not going to like the answer," she said dismissively.

"If it helps me know a little more about the woman behind the mask, I think I'll take my chances," he said.

She sighed again and said, "my mother told me that he was the last man worth remembering. Apparently that's what my grandmother told her and so on. That's all his whole life story became after a thousand years."

"Not a bad epitaph," he said somberly.

"A what?" She asked, bunching her brows in confusion.

"Right. I forgot The Dominion only does cremation. Where I'm from, it's what goes on a tombstone when someone is buried," he explained.

"I see," she said and then looked him in the eyes skeptically. "So you're not offended?"

He shook his head and said, "No. The fact that someone living in your world thought any man was worth anything is telling about how you were raised."

"We weren't human rights activists or anything," she said with a chuckle.

"I didn't think so. I mean, you walk men like dogs for a living," he said with a smirk. "Still, there's something different about you. Do what you have to do to survive in this world but don't let these monsters take whatever that is."

He wasn't sure why he said it. He was coming off of a drug that apparently made him want to take it up the ass by a Vampire Dominion councilor for fuck's sake. But the more he looked at her face to face here in the privacy of her bedroom where she could, in theory, be more herself, he couldn't help but think there was something nearly human in those eyes. She looked back at him with shock and a sultry look that made his exhausted cock threaten to harden again.

Then, in a blink, she was on top of him and had her lips pressed to his. Her slick pussy, completely uncovered beneath that long sweatshirt, ground against his cock where it lay on his stomach. Her high stirred in him at the skin contact but his focus was on her mouth exploring his and where his hands were wandering below her top. His fingers brushed against the pebbled tips of her otherwise soft peaks and she let out a delicious gasp into him as he took one between his thumb and index finger.

Her pussy rubbed along the length of his rod, as if she was desperate to feel him. He chuckled and said, "I don't think even vampire pussy can get me hard enough for another round at this point."

She paused, disappointment mixed with hot need written on her face. He probably should have been worried that she would use his cock anyway but instead he added reassuringly, "I would want to be at my best for your first time."

"Why?" She asked, searching his eyes like she was looking for the answer in them.

"Because you deserve it," Jericho said matter-of-factly. She shook her head like she disagreed but at the same she looked as though a devious thought had occurred to her.

"You keep flattering me and I might have to make you show me how much I deserve, slave" she purred.

He raised an eyebrow as if to say "do it, I dare you".

She took his challenge, grabbing his hands with preternatural strength and placing them over his head before she pinned down his arms firmly with her legs. She knelt over him, placing her soaked slit mere inches from his mouth.

"Show me," she barely breathed.

"As you wish, Mistress," he said and lifted his head to meet her mouthwatering apex and gave her exactly what she was owed. Surprisingly, she didn't correct him this time. She just let out a shuddering breath as he parted her folds with his tongue. The high she had begun to stir before ramped up and it only confirmed for him that getting it naturally from the source was his favorite. Getting high from her in particular was even better.

She threw her head back and put a hand on the back of his skull as her hips rocked with each of his hungry strokes. Soon, she had him solidly wedged between the bundle of nerves at her very center and her immortal grip on his hair. Between her legs holding him down and her unrelenting use of his mouth, he was helpless. With her, there was no doubt that he didn't mind the feeling. He relished in her taking what she wanted from him; what he felt inclined to offer to her of his own free will, whatever that actually meant now that he was considered legal property.

"Ohhh fuck!" she moaned, and the curse sounded like silk in her sweet voice.

She forcefully pulled his head back until only the tip of his tongue could reach her. Their eyes met as he continued to worship her as best he could and then hers rolled back as her hips bucked with every light flick he gave her. Eventually, her legs shook as a climax rocked her body. She let his head go as she calmed and he used the newfound freedom to continue to lap at her. She smiled down at him with a satisfied glaze over her eyes and ran her fingers through his red locks, enjoying him for a few moments longer before laying back down beside him.

When her breathing had settled she said, "You still have a little while left of observation. Wanna watch some TV with me?"

He was a little shocked. Had a vampire really grown comfortable with him?

"Not sure if I want to know what passes for entertainment here but sure, if that's what you want, Mistress," he said.

"It's just Her Eternal Kiss. It's a nighttime soap!" she said and grabbed a remote from her desk.

She cuddled up to him as she turned on the soap in question and he couldn't help but savor her petite body being against him in such an intimate way. Even Grace had never been like this with him. To her, he was a fuck-stick with ripped abs and maybe good friend, which of course is exactly what they had agreed on. He couldn't remember the last time someone held him like this. His face was still covered in her, but that was just fine with him.

They laid like that for a while, watching some drama play out between lesbian vampires on the screen. Then, the show was interrupted by a news broadcast.

"We interrupt your scheduled programming to bring you this breaking new story. An attack has occurred at a border detention center in the Northern Range territory. Reports indicate that there were almost no survivors among facility staff and all detainees are missing or presumed dead. Local officials believe a terrorist group, The Scarlet Communion, and their human thralls are responsible. The office of Councilor Cassandra Holt did not respond to our request for comment about the attack in her territory."

Jericho was about to complain that he'd rather watch Her Eternal Kiss than the news when the vampire reporter continued.

"The group includes known proponents of human ideology extremism and some theories even implicate them in the Orion Reserve blood wine facility attack fifty years ago in Persara. The motives behind this attack become clearer with a leaked report showing the last two detainees that were checked in at the facility: a vampire and a human traveling across the border together, both carrying illegal weapons that fire wooden bullets. If you see either of these individuals, notify local authorities immediately. They are considered armed and dangerous"

Jericho sat up as the faces of Arden and Grace were displayed. The report made it sound like they had made it out of the detention center, and ... Grace was a vampire? That part had to have been a Dominion lie but holy shit they really escaped!

"What? Do you know them?" Inez asked him.

"Yeah..." he said, still awestruck.

"They had wooden bullets..." she said warily.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't know who that other group was but we were, um, vampire hunters," he said and then cringed. She shifted away from him as soon as the words came out. "Wait, Inez..."

"Your observation period ended a while ago, I should get you back to your cage, slave," she said, her mask going back on in place of the hurt she had briefly let slip.

"Wait, I just need to exp--" He tried again.

"Silence, slave!" She thundered with a tone he had never heard from her before.

Just then, a buzz sounded on a speaker next to her door.

"Inez, I need you to write up an emergency council resolution to increase security in the Northern Range. Coordinate with my aides to get Cassandra to co-sponsor it," Thana's voice came over the speaker.

"Yes, Mist--" She started to reply but Thana continued.

"Also see if you can tie this attack into our argument to pass the proposal for male repurposing to breeding farms."

"Yes ... Mistress," Inez gritted with wide eyes like she was trying to keep the words from leaving her.

It was Jericho's turn to be appalled. Inez sighed and looked at her hands like she was seeing them covered in blood.

"Let's get you to Ms. Aeronis's room before she skins us both alive," she said in a defeated tone and picked him up without another word.

They moved at such a ridiculous speed that the halls were nothing but a blur and suddenly they had arrived at the white and gold adorned room and his glass cell underneath Thana's bed. She gently laid him down and retrieved his collar and cock cage from the bed. She fastened both to his body and then attached his collar to the machinery that would bring him into his cell. He looked up at her but her face was blank and unreadable.

She turned and left as swiftly as she had brought him there and then he was alone again. He was alone and not sure if he should be angry at her for her involvement in something that was so obviously sinister or apologizing to her for being part of a group that sought the extermination of her kind. Then he wondered if he should bother with either one, since there was no way a normal relationship could ever come of their circumstances anyway. He was a fool; a lonely, trapped fool.