The night outside was dark and the moon was yellow with pale envy of the Earth's dying days. He felt the energy in the air, a skin-prickling tingle crawling over his pearly skin. He felt her nearby in her mindless scrambling to escape his obvious madness she exerted all the power she had and it was but a prickle, as a bug crawling up him.
She was running through the dining room, if he was correct. He charged down the hall, smashing through the door and diving over the balcony, catching her in mid stride, he pounded her into the ground. She grunted the unearthly guttural grunt of a varsity football player, and cried out as she realized she was pinned down. She shoved him and he relented allowing her to throw him off, she staggered to her feet and ran. She was out the door and into the estate. The door slammed in his face and he didn't stop, he smashed into the door and it splintered, still on its hinges. The grass was slick with effervescent dew under his bare feet, and he ran, not like you or I could run. He stepped in every perfect, silent foothold, dodged every root or dry leaf, without hesitating.
She wasn't as graceful; she tripped over a risen root and collapsed against a tree, breathing heavily. He reached her and punched her in the gut, winding her. She fell to her knees, and he tore at her blouse, the material shredding to ribbons. She pushed at him and once again he continued with the game of chase, allowing her to flee, shirt in tatters, her glorious full bosom bouncing and jiggling as she ran. Her blonde tresses fell into tasseled ringlets, the dew and moisture in the air clinging to them. The tears had long since made her dark mascara and eyeliner run. She was utterly afraid, never since her childhood, as a mortal had she been so scared. Fear… locked away in a darkened corner of her mind… was not a familiar face among: her other emotions, being vampire made fear take a long vacation. Now it was back with a vengeance. Her senses flared, the scent of the wet grass overwhelmed her. The sound of her footsteps and his close behind her, as well as the momentous thumping of her heart, deafened her. At least she was away from him, and she was still running.
With the sick humor only the Gods can muster she tripped once again, and plummeted into the ground. He caught her. He stood over her, looking down directly at her eyes. She looked up his body, his abs were well cut, and his chest was very defined. Had he been a young vampire, she might have taken him to her bed to secure him in her grip. However she noticed his chest didn't heave, he was breathing, slow and steady, obviously much more prepared for and practiced at a midnight chase under the moon.
He descended on her, like a moth to the flame. His weight pressing down on her, his hard chest against her plump soft one, he drew his face close, his eyes burning with malice and anticipation. He reached down squeezing one fat tit, "Do you realize what I'll do to you now that I've caught you?"
"N-no, you c-can't do this, the council, they will…" she stammered.
"The council will do nothing they have no power here at my estate, and never will." He smiled triumphantly; knowing whatever he did to her would never be punished. He pressed his lips to her jugular. She knew as well as he, that a single bite, a single draining of her supply, and she'd be dead forever. She gasped, and he pulled away, standing.
"Tell me what you know, and this will not last long" He was confident in his aggression.
"No, I cannot risk it…" she whimpered, trying to cover her expansive chest.
He dropped his pants, stepped out of them and walked to her. He grabbed her face and forced a finger into each check, pushing her teeth apart and holding her cheeks beneath them. He thrust is semi-hard meat, straight into her throat.
She gagged, eyes bulging, and made a sputtering sound like a boat propeller churning water. He thrust in and out, quickly, making her throat sore and hurting her nose. He pulled his cock out, saliva trailing from it to her lips and running down her chin and throat. "Tell me what is here…"
She coughed and sputtered, swallowing. "Never, you bastard."
He grabbed her head and resumed skull-fucking it. Her throat felt good contracting around his cock, and her cheeks hallowed, the slut was actually sucking on his cock. Drool covered her chin and glistened on her neck, spittle and bubbles began to appear on the bottom of his cock shaft.
He pushed her head down until his meat filled her trachea, forcing her to begin heaving, her throat clenching around his member. She heaved and gagged, snot running out of her nose, and tears dripping from her eyes. Just as she seemed like she was going to pass out, he pulled out and blasted her face with wad after wad of slimy sperm.
He grabbed the back of her head and smeared it in the grass and dirt. "You don't deserve to wear my semen, you are not worthy of my fluids…" He chided. "Now tell me, what is on this property, or I will do far more damage than a little sexual abuse…" Cat-like, he slid up her body, his teeth on her jugular again. "Don't think I will not expunge your life, making myself more powerful…"
