Mated to the Vampire Clan (An Erotica Tale of Force) (2 page)

“No, no,” Maddi choked out hoarsely. “Please…”

“Quiet, Madeline,” the man said impatiently. His grip on her throat tightened and she coughed and spluttered. Goose bumps erupted on her skin as she became aware, for the first time, of how dry the pale fingers on her neck felt.

“Wait,” she pleaded, sensing a horrible lust unleashed within the man-creature before her.

“We shared your dreams,” the man said, his voice frosty. “We saw the man you dreamed of, the one who rescued you.” He laughed wickedly. “He won’t come for you tonight. We killed him. Millennia ago.”

“What?” she said, starting to feel anger. “What the hell are you talking about.”

“That man in your dreams. He cut through the trees.”

“B-but that was just a dream!”

“Not
just
a dream. We shared your dream. You shared ours. What are dreams but memories discarded into the unconscious lake? The currents of sleep occasionally drag the dregs up to the surface. But no matter. He is no longer of this earth. He is lost to the depths of death.”

“Let me go!” Maddi said, her fear waning and her rage growing exponentially. The feeling of helplessness that invaded her consciousness, as her neck was trapped in the clutches of this undead creature, was abrasive and unnatural.

“We smelled your scent,” the man said, squeezing powerfully around Maddi’s sex. Slowly, the realization dawned on her. Did they mean they smelled her… arousal?

“No!” she said, closing her eyes.

Her eyeballs swiveled in their sockets, looking around the room in horror as a dozen pale-skinned bodies slipped out of the shadows like wraiths. They all had looks of lust on their faces, all licking their lips and rubbing their hands together. Their bodies were muscular, like the man who clutched at her neck, but not beefy. Lean and sinewy, and very, very pale.

They were all also nude, with penises dangling amazingly large between their legs.

“No!” she shrieked, her voice crackling as the man squeezed her neck harder.

The silver hair of the man holding her throat positively shone in the moonlight that streamed through the window. “Stay still,” he whispered, running his other hand up her leg and beneath her skirt to cup her vulva through her underwear. She gasped when she felt him cup her cunt, when she felt him wrench aside her panties, tearing them neatly, with unbelievable strength. Where the underwear had dug into her skin momentarily before splitting under the strain was left stinging, and she knew her skin would react angrily and turn red.

Maddi’s eyes widened as she felt the touch of his fingers on her sex, sliding up and down her slit. She realized with a start that there was no friction… that she was wet. What the fuck, she thought to herself, struggling against her captor’s grip, but he only tightened it further, eliciting a strangled cry from her. She looked into his dark eyes, seeing the lust painted on his face, the myriad tiny muscles moving to convey an emotion so accurately.

She moaned and her eyes twitched as she was taken by a sudden surge of sensation, something pleasurable. The silver-haired man was rubbing circles around her clit, and she could feel the resistance her own bud offered. It was hard, a stub peeking out from beneath its scabbard.

“Fuck,” she gasped, wanting to stem the flow of pleasure, but unable to.

The dozen men who had slipped out of the shadows moved closer. One of the taller ones stepped forward, licking his lips with a pale pink tongue. He pushed his hand out gingerly, and she watched as it went to hear breast, as it squeezed her hard through her top and bra. He seemed to grow impatient, and angrily lifted her arms above her head, pulling her top upward. It caught on the silver-haired man who clutched at her throat, and he let go, only for an instant, to let the top pass upward and over her head. Even so, it was a welcomed break for Maddi who sucked in oxygen violently, before the hand came forth to close around her neck again.

The tall and pale-skinned man, the second one to touch her, ripped her bra in two, freeing her breasts which fell downward with a small bounce. He once again began to squeeze them violently, kneading them powerfully, before pinching her nipples tightly, making her whimper in pain.

Maddi’s mind was a whirl. She felt conflicted, confused. Her cunt was clenching and sodden, but her thoughts were turbulent, plagued by terror. She didn’t know what to make of it. She felt aroused and scared at the same time. Horny and horrified.

The silver-haired first suddenly surged forward and opened his mouth. Maddi saw the glint of fangs before they were plunged into her neck. She shrieked in pain, feeling the being sucking blood from her punctured neck. “No!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “No! What the fuck are you?”

The silver-haired man detached from her throat, looking at her with a quizzical smile, the first real emotion he had shown. “Why, Maddi, you already
know
.”

“No,” she begged again. “No, no, no!”

“Quiet,” the silver-haired man said in a whisper, almost cooing, and somehow soothing. She stopped her verbal protestations and looked into his eyes. He stroked her face with his fingers, slick with her own liquid desire, and she felt a kind of calmness descend over her.

“W-what are you doing to me?” she asked.

“Shh,” he hissed at her. “Relax. We won’t hurt you.” He looked at her neck and Maddi gingerly placed a finger to where he had bitten her and found it oozing blood.

“No,” she whispered. “No!” She looked at the silver-haired man’s mouth and saw his lips lined with crimson, and the glint of two ivory fangs.

The crowd was beginning to press in on her, and the tall second took the opportunity in the lull to lift up her skirt, baring her to them all. She heard them inhale simultaneously, and saw their cocks throb to life, as if the sight of her sex had restarted their hearts. Their gigantic penises pulsed upward, filling with blood, growing impossibly thick and long.

Slowly, the second inserted two of his long fingers into her, and she moaned involuntarily in pleasure as he slid his bony digits in and out of her slowly. He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled the scent of her essence, closing his eyes and pushing his chest outward as if it was a source of life. She looked hurriedly from the second to the others, for the most part ignoring the first who was still clutching at her throat, lapping up the trickling blood from the two puncture wounds.

The second now got onto his knees before her, and she saw his pale pink tongue slither out of his mouth. Moments later, she felt it press against her lips and she gasped, his tongue cold, a contradiction. “Mm,” she moaned as he took her clit into his mouth and suckled on it, nibbling it lightly. She felt the press of his fangs on either side, the slight stinging merging in with the pleasure, become intertwined and inseparable. She let her eyes flutter closed and her mouth part slightly, her breathing becoming more rapid as tendrils of pleasure penetrated her body.

Effortlessly, the second wrapped his arms around her and hoisted her off the sofa, placing her down at the side of the armrest and bending her over it. The silver-haired creature kept a firm grip on her neck, and they both moved in unison, as if connected, as if one. The second lifted her skirt up, revealing the glorious globes of her ass, and began to slap the insides of her thighs with his massive member. She gasped as she felt it hardening in between each slap, and soon the dome was placed at her entrance and stretching her open.

“Fuck,” she hissed, feeling a sting of pain as the vampire’s gigantic cock widened her. She felt his dry skin grating against her insides. The second seemed to as well, and he pulled out, reversing the little progress he’d made, before lathering his cock in his saliva and pushing it inside her again. This time he slid in with ease, and she groaned loudly, feeling more full than she ever had before. “Fuck,” she said again, in between two grunts of half-pleasure, half-pain.

“Some would say you are lucky,” the silver-haired vampire growled into her ear. She felt his warm breath wash over her, smelled something akin to age… eons. “Few get to experience such… carnalities.” With that, he jerked his head at one of the remaining eleven vampires. This one was skinnier, more delicate, and with a face as pretty as a girl’s. He stepped forward, slowly pumping his cock, and climbed onto the sofa on his knees so that his shaft was quivering millimeters away from her mouth. “Take it,” he snarled down at her, and Maddi obliged, wrapping her lips around the throbbing bell, moaning and grunting, hardly able to concentrate on sucking it as the second continued to take her violently from behind.

The silver-haired vampire jerked his head again, and a third of the dozen came forward, his cock already rigid and standing to attention. He took her hand and guided it to his phallus, and she began to pump him randomly, sporadically, as she tried to concentrate on sucking on the huge penis in her mouth, on not descending into shuddering gasps of pleasure as the second continued to fuck her powerfully. She had never had something so large inside her before, and she could feel the bulging veins of his cock slithering past her labia, sending tingles of sensation shooting through her nervous system.

The vampire she was pumping seemed to stiffen up, and she diverted her attention to him, squeezing harder and jerking him faster. She felt a spray of warmth up her arm and on her back, and turned her eyeballs to see him emptying himself, squirting silvery ropes of seed onto her body, string after string shooting out of the thin slit on his massive dome. He growled and she felt the tremor in her bones, before he pulled his cock free of her hand and returned to the shadows.

The silver-haired vampire jerked his head again, and this time two more of the pale vampires stepped out of the shadows. Dutifully, Maddi took one of their cocks into her hand and began to pump it again while the other leaned over her ass and pushed his tongue into her pucker “Mm,” she moaned as she felt the vampire’s tongue penetrate deeper and deeper into her anal canal, all the while the second continued to fuck her furiously. The one in front of her, his cock in her mouth, suddenly reached forward and clamped both sides of her face so that she could no longer move his head. He began to fuck her mouth, pushing his phallus powerfully down her gullet. Maddi opened her throat, doing her best to suppress the gag as the pale creature before her drilled into her mouth. He stiffened up noticeably and Maddi readied herself, pressing her tongue against the back of his shaft.

“Ugh,” he grunted before his voice transformed into the same rumbling growl she had heard before. She felt warmth splash down her throat. It was searing, hot, and she retched involuntarily, the veins on her neck springing angrily to life. The vampire pulled himself out of her, dribbling strands of silvery semen down her chin.

Coughing and spluttering, another one of the dozen came forward to take the vacancy in front of her. He lifted his girth to her and pulled her mouth open with his fingers, forcing himself in. She choked at his thickness, saliva and semen leaking out of her mouth and dribbling down her chin.

Maddi groaned as the second behind her started to thrust more powerfully. Each time his penis drove into her she was pushed forward, impaled upon the quivering cock in her mouth. The second tightened up behind her, and she felt him thrust one last time into her cunt before his cock twitched violently. The vampire probing her anus with his tongue now plunged a finger inside, and the silver-haired vampire, still clutching at her throat, thumbed her clit powerfully. The heady concoction of sensations sent Maddi racing toward orgasm, and as she felt the hot white splash of the second’s seed inside her, she came violently, her cunt clutching at the thick, phallic invader within her.

“Fuck!” she gasped around the penis still buried down her throat. She moaned and whimpered as orgasm took her body and shook it, forced it into convulsions. The muscles in her stomach tightened up. She was absolutely still, feeling the waves of pleasure lap at her sex, feeling it wane, the familiar light-headed feeling post-orgasm making its presence felt, her clit entering a state of hypersensitivity.

“Don’t,” she pleaded as the silver-haired lead went to touch her small bundle of nerves again. “Please.” He did anyway, and her body jolted at the electric, near-uncomfortable touch.

Maddi became aware of the press of skin down the length of her back, and realized the second, having just deposited inside her, had collapsed onto her back and was licking at the puncture wounds on her neck. Each time his tongue brushed against the newly-made wounds, she shivered in pain. She heard him inhale deeply before she felt a sharp pain lower down. The second had sunk his fangs into her neck, a fresh wound that had not had the chance to clot, and crimson came gushing out and into the mouth of the growling vampire.

Again she felt hands clamp on the side of her face, and she opened her throat again, in preparation for the onslaught, in recognition of her defeat. She had finally given it, stopped fighting, her orgasm shredding any last morsel of resolve, any hint of inhibition. She closed her eyes and let the vampire in front of her fuck her down her gullet. She could barely breath, couldn’t even splutter or cough. She let the lack of oxygen swirl in her head. She grew dizzy, almost sleepy. And then she felt the familiar gush of warmth in her mouth again, and the vampire let out a long, high-pitched squeal, throwing his head back as all of the muscles in his body seemed to convulse in unison. He quaked. His cock twitched. His seed was fired down her gullet.

The second lifted himself off her and pulled his cock out of her cunt, trailing his sticky ejaculate so that, for a moment, Maddi and him remained tethered by a single strand. But it eventually snapped beneath its own sticky weight to dribble down the insides of her thighs.

The vampire in front of her pulled his cock out of her throat, and she retched and gagged, coughing up globules of jelly-like semen and spitting them onto the sofa. Their cum tasted different, a little more savory, without the pungent pseudo-tang that she had tasted before.

“Next,” she cried out angrily, looking viciously into the shadows, imbued with a kind of driven desire to get this whole ordeal over with. Another three stepped forward. One took his place in front of her. One took his place behind her. One took his place at her free hand. They all looked toward the silver-haired dominant one, and he gave them his permission with three subtle nods. For the first time, Maddi began to wonder when
he
was going to have his way with her. Was
he
going to wait until the very end? Or was
he
not going to do it at all?