"What do you mean I am a vampire like you?" I looked at Kaleb blankly.
"I drank your blood and transferred the vampirism via my saliva through the wound into your body. You can't compare it to an infectious disease. It's rather like an infectious mutation. Just one day and you are no longer a human being. Invulnerable, immortal, superhuman strong, forever young. What more do you want? "
"For example, be asked beforehand if I want that at all?" I snapped angrily.
"I admit I'm self-centered! I didn't want to be alone anymore! And it was a great luck that I found you! You are mine!"
"How am I supposed to understand that? I'm yours?"
"It's strange, but there are apparently magically cemented vampiric laws! The vampire who transforms you is your master. He is obliged to take good care of you, to teach you everything, but for that you are his property, his slave. You have to stay with him for fifty years. Only after that are you free to get your own serf, only if you wish so."
"What are those degrading rules good for? What if I just run away?" I hurled provocatively and defiantly at him.
"Then you suffer pain worse than a junkie's withdrawal symptoms and maybe forever. You wouldn't survive long without blood anyway and you'd be fair game for any other vampire. You mustn't misunderstand being a slave. You won't have to do any arduous physical work, going to be punished or humiliated. See it as if you were forcibly my protΓ©gΓ©. I just want a companion and sexual favours. And you love sex." He smiled dirty.
"Great!" I cried, little enthusiastically.
"As a fresh born vampire you are also very receptive to the suggestion of my voice and eyes. I want you to come to me and give me head. I need that more than anything else!" he groaned.
To my horror, I noticed how I got up against my will and how I went to him watching myself as from afar. Not that I had objections against fellatio, but I wasn't comfortable with the thought of not being able to control my own will.
He jumped up, took off his pants and then sat down again. He opened his legs so that I could kneel comfortably between his thighs. First I kissed the already damp tip and licked the fluid off it, then I pushed inch by inch of his really gargantuan and extensive dagger between my somewhat brittle lips into my mouth until he completely filled me out and up. Yes, the flavour turned me on this time also. My own cock started to salute, which was hard to miss because of my nudity.
Kaleb finally awakened to a full, huge, pulsating life in me. My cheeks bulged and I sucked with great devotion. I licked his head, let my tongue circle over its opening and worked the whole body of this lively, smooth, silken friend to the base. With a nimble, hard tongue.