Souvenir Shopping

Earning a territory as a young vampire was hard, you'd be expected to either dethrone the reigning leader or buy them out of both their taxes and status. Rare for a vampire under 300 to have the resources to do such a thing. But Gray was different, he'd been made a territorial lord immediately upon turning, if only to save face. It was near impossible for a human to kill a vampire, between their enhanced speed, strength, and durability they were like forces of nature. But beyond that there was the Thrall. The natural miasma of trust and submission that vampires exuded. The uninitiated could mistake it for Confidence and Charisma but someone with animal instincts would recognize it immediately as a hunter's greatest weapon. Prey didn't even realize they were in danger, in fact they'd march themselves quite happily right into the predator's jaws in a state of totally relaxed bliss.

It was a unique combination of exemplary genetics and mental illness that had made Grey immune to The Thrall as a human. An ancestor who'd trained to fight vampires, coupled with a dash of PTSD and a splash of ASD meant that when an investment banker he'd been hired to protect tried to rip his throat out with shark fangs, he didn't freeze like a deer in the headlights and instead unloaded his pistol into the man's skull at close range. The fight likely wouldn't have ended there, but being somewhat familiar with the Woo Woo side of life Grey had set fire to the man's corpse and salted it to boot. Then disposed of by cremation at a friendly and debt-addled funeral parlor. He did however make the mistake of consuming a single bite of the man's heart as a "Fuck You" to someone who'd tried to kill him. The changes that followed were excruciating.

When the Eastern Coven of Vampires heard that a visiting dignitary from the west coast had been killed by a human they immediately reached out to the head of the west coast coven to see what they wanted to do about the matter. Darius, the leader of the Western Coven, was a true believer in meritocracy. He ordered that the man be given the fallen dignitaries territory. Which just so happened to be the northern rockies between Idaho and Montana.

The process of becoming a vampire was...horrific and painful to say the least. But now, on the other side? He was so goddam happy with the change. Power surged through his every cell like a constant hit of coke. His senses were so sharp it was like he'd been living in a fogbank before. And the abilities! He'd always craved dominance, so the power of The Thrall alone would've been intoxicating. But vampires had unique skills and abilities. Not totally unique, there were common trends. Animal fellowship, stealth, power, etc.. But because of the way he'd undergone the change, having killed his sire and eaten his heart instead of simply being made by the supplantation of blood and bone like most, he was graced with exceptional power. His thrall was not just powerful but downright overwhelming, and his raw physical power was near that of a diesel locomotive.

As he sipped the sports drink he'd picked up at the last truck stop he'd hit up he sighed and stretched in the small camper he'd bought. Turning his trip from Washington to his new territory into a road trip had seemed a fun prospect at first. GIve him time to grow into his powers, play around and familiarize himself with them. Stop in and see some old flames, maybe pick up a few

Souvenirs

to fill his new mansion with. His sire's former property had transferred to him, but upon his death his servants and thralls had all been freed meaning they'd left the estate. He'd had to hire a property management company to care for it till he could find a new staff.

Today's campsite was a little spot just outside Moab. While the sun didn't cause him to combust, it burned his eyes and significantly reduced his abilities, and he would burn easily like a damn ginger. So here he set in the sweltering desert heat confined to a barely air conditioned camper. He cursed himself for leaving that little cocksleeve behind at the gas station to get her affairs in order. She'd been the second souvenir of the trip and he should've learned from the first that he'd regret not having a warm hole when boredom set in. Which was easy when you didn't sleep but had to spend nearly 16 hrs a day indoors or risk the wrath of Ra.

But he tried to convince himself that it would all be worth it soon. He'd seen photos of his new mansion and it was obviously set up with vampires in mind. Floor to ceiling windows with blackout shutters, a pool and hot tub as well as a theater in the basement, and a sex dungeon that...admittedly looked more like a real dungeon than he would've liked. But he'd been informed his predecessor's Thrall wasn't nearly as powerful as his, so it was likely he had to spend days or weeks breaking the minds of his servants through feeding and conditioning instead of just overwhelming and reprograming them like Grey could. He mused about that power when he heard a knock at the door of his camper. He grabbed his nearby sunglasses and slid a blanket over his torso as he rolled to the door to slide the small blacked out window open. He was at a well known and well lit campground and had little fear of being robbed or harassed.

Standing outside the small trailer was a park service ranger in her mid twenties. Cute looking with a cherubic freckled face and dirty blond hair. "Excuse me sir, your permit wasn't clearly displayed in your vehicle windshield. I just need to check and make sure you have one, and if you wouldn't mind fixing it for me?" She had an adorable southern belle drawl too. Something he had a painful weakness for having come from West Tennessee himself. He smiled the easy smile he knew always set them at ease.

"Of course Ma'am, I got in late last night and probably left it on my console. Or maybe it's in here" He smiled, catching her gaze with his eyes. He could watch the frost creep over her mind with a shudder of desire, it was so empowering to know that with a look they could be his. Her mouth went just a little slack, like she was caught mid thought, and she just sort of smiled and relaxed. "Perhaps you should come in and help me look, provided no one will miss you for a time". She nodded dumbly and he shifted back on the bed, unlocking the door and opening it for her to crawl inside. She followed his instructions and climbed inside, closing the door behind her.

"I...shouldn't be doing this...right?" she asked, looking up at him. He smiled and stroked her face, causing her hesitancy to wash away. He knew the feelings that were filling her the longer she was in his presence. Trust, belief, comfort and calm. It was all designed to allow him to devour this little morsel for every drop of blood she had and a few vital organs too. But why waste something so pretty when there were plenty of ugly things in the world to destroy instead. Why not savor the sweet things?

"No, you should unlock your phone and hand it to me, and then slide down and suckle and lick my balls like an ice cream cone until I tell you to stop." He smirked. She nodded and contorted herself around his massive form to position her mouth at his exposed crotch. He felt the familiar sensation of a mouth on his cock and balls and sighed heavily as he relaxed into his bed. She unlocked her phone and passed it up to him, not missing a beat when it came to her ball-worshiping. He took it, and began to explore it, while his other hand explored the curve of her ass through her work slacks. "Elizabeth hmm? Pretty name. Sexy instagram,...ooh look at all those tattoos hiding under that pretty park uniform? No partner, but a few exes of both genders. Family doesn't seem close. You're developing a desperate craving for my cum Liz, you should act on it. You'll feel much better if you do." He remarked.

"Okay" Liz muttered, adjusting herself so she could wrap her mouth around his massive cock. She was able to take little more than the head, but she did so with enthusiasm and vigor, licking and slurping it while she stroked the shaft with both hands using her own drool as lube. She made such wonderful sounds. Gagging and sputtering as she chose cock and his commands over air.

"Do you like your job little one? Would you like to stay here and work? Or perhaps come with me and be one of my souvenirs?" He asked casually, unbuckling her belt and slipping his hand into her pants to caress her dampening cunt. He slid two fingers inside and played them back and forth over her G-spot absentmindedly.

"Like...I like my job...it was my dream. I...like you too. I love your cock...and I want your cum" She answered drunkenly, before returning her mouth to his cockhead and slurping greedily at the precum gathered there. He considered her response for a moment before he sped up his fingers working her cunt. She whimpered into his cock as he slowly coaxed her pleasure from her.

"You'll cum when you taste mine" He remarked casually, programming his number into her phone under the name Campsite Stud. He thought he'd get a chuckle out of having her send him photos of those tattoos someday. "Focus your efforts on my cock head, slow even strokes. Milk me into your mouth pretty girl" He remarked. She let out a whimper of affirmation and implemented his requests. After a moment he felt a surging pleasure overtaking her and dropped her phone to tousle his hand in her messy blond hair and hold her steady on his cock as he filled her mouth with his seed. She couldn't swallow it however as she sputtered and groaned with her own orgasm. "Good Girl" He cooed affectionately as she moaned around his cockhead and allowed his cum to cascade off her tongue and down over his balls.

"I'm...sorry. I spilled" She muttered once she regained her senses, lapping up his cum like an eager puppy. He smiled and lovingly stroked her face. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently guided her up to him. She greeted him with a dopey smile and he wiped her mouth before kissing her. He captured her gaze again and began to finger her cunt gently, exploring her responses and playing her like an instrument searching for the right tune. When she caught her breath and shivered just so he knew he'd found his rhythm.

"Now, darling girl, look into my eyes and listen. You've had a wonderful time with me. I was the best you've had, and tasted delicious, and you'll be eager for a round 2 if I'm ever in the area. But you'll go back to your job and I'll be nothing but a cute guy who tempted you into a nooner...and you'll let me slide on the window tag" He said, drilling his words into her mind with sheer dominance as he tormented her pussy to the height of pleasure. He filled her head with thoughts of being a submissive slut for him, of fantasizing about him and that delicious cock she sucked. And then he made her cum again. She shivered and gaped as he warped her mind and wrapped her around his finger.

"Yes master" She gasped, riding out her orgasm on his fingers. When she was finished he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean of flavor before gently waving her off. Elizabeth buckled her belt and climbed from the small camper trailer, shaking herself to clear her mind. She was positively glowing as she resumed her rounds of the campsite with soaking wet panties and a small wet stain in the crotch of her officially issued slacks. His needs sated Grey was finally able to drift off to sleep to await sundown.

When he awoke hours later it was with hunger. Vampires didn't need to feed constantly...but they could. They could eat until the world went dry if they lacked self control. Blood to a vampire was like bacon, even when you're full...you could have just a little bit more. And as he stepped out into the night with his backpack on he knew he was aching for something. He hiked miles from the campsite on an official trail, something that should be deserted this time of night, but the familiar stink of solvent and paint on the wind let him know he wasn't hunting in silent woods.

He could see in the darkness as though it were midday under the sun, although colors were washed out slightly he had no problems navigating the rocks and ridges of the moderate hiking trail until he approached his prey. A couple, perhaps in their mid 20s, smoking a cheap strain of weed and "Enshrining their love" on the rocks. As he approached silently he listened to them laugh and talk nonsense to one another. "I just...don't ever wanna be alone again" The woman said with a slight ache in her voice. The man responded dismissively, but he was far too stoned to realize what either of them was saying.

"Do you know what the top of mount everest is?" He called from the shadows. The Thrall made it nearly impossible to truly terrify your prey. The best you could do was make them feel conflicted and ill at ease. Honestly it was probably for the best, Adrenaline made blood taste terrible. But it did take some of the fun out of being a terrifying creature of the night. The two lovers jumped to their feet and spun to look in his direction. He was outside the glow of their cell phones, and they dared not illuminate a lantern and reveal themselves to the rangers. "It's Limestone." He answered his own question.

"What?" The man asked, his impaired state making it nearly impossible for him to comprehend what the disembodied voice was talking about. Grey chuckled in the darkness. The man had the sweet smell of a vegan...or a diabetic, he struggled to tell the difference. The woman didn't but she had another smell he recognized as ovulation. Vampires couldn't bear children...but the instincts of a man persisted in regards to a fertile woman regardless.

"Listen we were just having some fun" The woman said nervously, obviously the more present of the two. Grey looked them up and down appraisingly. The man was average, a little on the skinny and pale side with bad breath. The woman on the other hand was just on the right side of plump for his tastes and had fat juicy tits and an adorable impish face. Though it was currently painted by mistrust and confusion, once he got a little closer he was confident the placid expression of The Thrall would reveal it to be beautiful.

"I like fun" He muttered, stepping into range of their lights with a predatory smile. The woman took a step back, though her face was now less fearful and much more confusion. The man on the other hand immediately succumbed to The Thrall immediately in his altered state. Grey met the woman's eyes and forced ice and submission into her brain, leaving her frozen and horny as he stalked forwards. "Now to answer your question. The top of Mt. Everest is Limestone. Which means that the peak of the highest mountain in the world, was once at the bottom of the ocean. Time, the scale of it is...a marvel. Come over here and take down my pants, lay my cock on your forehead" He commanded. The man scrambled to obey, nearly tripping in the darkness before he made it and quickly freed Grey's cock from his fly. It was thick and meaty, long and throbbing. As the pale twink laid it against his forehead he breathed deeply of the musky smell Grey's heavy balls produced. The vampire's cock was nearly 10" and covered most of the man's face.

"This...smells great" He mumbled, eliciting a chuckle from the massive man standing over him. A huge palm gripped the back of his head and smeared his face into the balls and shaft above him, eliciting a moan. The woman was still frozen, watching with rapt attention as her boyfriend nuzzled this stranger's junk like an eager kitten.

"It tastes even better" The man grunted, before pulling the man's head back and pressing his cockhead to his lips. The man offered little resistance before letting the thick dick force his lips apart and bury itself in his mouth. Grey let out an appreciative moan and slowly began to facefuck the stupid little morsel. He stared down the man's girlfriend as he did, savoring the look of confusion and apprehension he'd left frozen on her face. "Don't worry dear, I'm just getting myself warmed up for you! Soon I'll be breeding your fertile little pussy. And this little cuck will be nothing but a memory" He growled, grabbing the man roughly by his hair and pulling him free of the thick cock, letting a little trail of drool slowly trail between them

"I...do I want that?" The woman asked, utter confusion in her tone and a little drool trickling from her own mouth. It was always so fun when their brain leaked out like that.The vampire smirked and began skull fucking her boyfriend once again. The man's shitty little mustache tickled the top of his cock as he crammed it into the man's warm submissive throat.

"What matters is what I want. And I want you to get naked and show me your body, give me a striptease while I fuck your boyfriend's mouth." He smirked, using the twink's head as a fleshlight. She nodded stupidly and began to sway as she stripped her clothing. She kicked off her shoes with an awkward shimmy and then removed her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and had perky C cups with cute pink nipples that hardened in the night's chilled air. His cock throbbed in the slut's throat, making him gag a little bit. She slid her pants down to reveal a cute bubble but in a thong. "Good girl, turn around and pull your thong to the side for me. I wanna see your little asshole." He growled.

"Okay" She mumbled, turning and bending over to comply with him. Her cute little bubble but concealed a puckered pink hole he knew he'd be ravishing eventually. But the oversized rod he'd gained as a boon of his vampiric transformation wasn't something a normal woman could take anally without training. He shoved the fleshlight cuck off of his cock and stepped toward his prize.

"Come here and wrap your pussy around my cock little one. Cuck, lick my asshole" He ordered. The boyfriend sprang into action, pulling down his master's jeans and burying his face between Grey's hairy cheeks, tickling his asshole with a talented tongue. He grunted with surprise at how good it felt. The woman walked forward and bent over, backing her pussy up onto Grey's thick cock. It was met with some resistance, but she pressed on slowly and forcefully till he was fully inside her.. She began to bounce back and forth on his cock with some vigor while her boyfriend happily slurped his ass. Grey threw his head back with a groan and savored the fantastic sensations of being serviced by the newly submitted ne'er-do-wells. Truly putting trash to good use.

As he felt his orgasm approach he knew what he wanted. "Boy, come here" He ordered, grabbing the cuck's head and leading him around next to his partner. The man looked as blissfully submissive and confused as he had before but now his face was coated in drool and ass sweat. Grey began to thrust hard into his new toy and grabbed her hair with one hand while yanking the man to him with the other, lifting him by his hair. The adrenaline that shot through the man seemed to shake him from The Thrall momentarily, but before he could even register what was happening Grey extended his shark-like fangs from their hiding place above his gums and sank them into the tender flesh of the man's neck. Blood erupted into his mouth as he severed the man's carotid artery and bit off a chunk of meat which he greedily swallowed while allowing the blood to fill his mouth. The woman was too far gone, worshipping at the temple of cock, to notice that her boyfriend was dying mere inches from her.

"Qwha" The man managed to gasp, but a nic in his windpipe prevented any real screams from escaping as Grey exsanguinated him in less than a minute, causing his cock to throb even more inside the whimpering widow beneath him. When he felt the last pumps of the man's heart push into his mouth he threw the husk to the ground and grabbed the woman in earnest, thrusting hard enough he'd leave bruises on her ass with his pelvis and where his fingers dug into her. In her Thrall addled mind this was divinity, this was ecstasy. He was railing her harder than the corpse lying only inches away with a gaping fleshy hole in its neck ever had.