Sage eyed the growing crowd with the amusement of a man jaded by a life of unending years. Inside the crowd young, newly made vampires as well as some very old ones danced about with absolutely no concern for their safety, fangs recklessly visible to any humans within the vicinity made him wonder how the life of a vampire had come to this. In the old days places such as this would have been avoided. But now it was second nature for humans to act like vampires dressing up with black clothing and paling their skin with powdery mixtures. None of them really believed that vampires or nightmarish creatures existed. None remarked on the flashes of fangs, real or unreal.
Still browsing he fingered the small jagged scar that crossed his right cheekbone. Puckered and ragged, it should have healed within minutes of being made except its maker happened to be a very lucky and very angry father that had doused the knife that made the mark with holy water causing the scar to be a permanent fixture. Of course, the man had not lived to see the results of his luck. Still Sage had considered it a learning experience.
There was just something about the twenty-first century, other than the beautiful voluptuous females in skin-tight, next-to-nothing clothing or the extreme willingness of said females to feed appetites, both carnal and bodily that tempted the darkness within him to rise to the surface. It was an entirely new feeling, somewhat like the burning sensation the holy water had caused but not so severe, more pleasant, pulsating beneath his preternatural flesh, waiting for the right opportunity...no that wasn't quite right, the right person to burst forth in freedom.
Where that last thought came from he didn't know but having lived as long as he had, five hundred and twenty-five years, he knew better than to ignore it. There was someone here tonight, someone for him specifically whether that person meant harm or something entirely different he knew not.
He scanned the crowd again, the fierce expression on his face sending several people close to him scurrying away. It was more than just the look that made them leave though, he had the persona of a dark demon with thick black hair framing a harsh face and full, broad lips that seemed to be curled in a constant sneer. Bright grayish-blue eyes stared with an intensity that most could not meet. He was beautiful there was no doubt of that but the sense of primal danger that emitted from him gave most people a very uncomfortable feeling.
He'd been a powerful man as a mortal with thick muscular arms and a broad, firm chest and still showed that strength today. Underneath the jeans he wore muscles bunched and rippled in legs thick as tree trunks. It was that very strength that mortals dared to speak of, the preternatural knew better. He was a man to be avoided, feared if you will and only the very foolish thought they could best him.
Sage was in no mood for the stupidity of those around him, they knew him not, never bothering to look beyond the visage to the person underneath so when the mortal redhead sitting on a barstool next to him tried to engage his attention he gave her one of his more sinister looks and had her stumbling away. Another time it would have amused him but not today. The pulsations under his skin had intensified in the last few minutes letting him know his quarry was close.
He had only to turn his head a fraction to the right to see her. Willow slim body slowly swaying to the first slow music of the night, long reddish-brown hair gently caressing the rounded curve of her ass. The sleeveless, jade, green dress she wore clung to her skin, molding to each firm breast like a lovers hand and ending at a moderate length just above the knee. Her creamy peach skin beckoned him, the torment leaving his fingers tingling. Ruby red lips set in an elegant face glistened in the pulsating light begging to be kissed.
His gut felt like it had taken a substantial punch stunning him. Inside his chest his heart lurched while his body burned with a fire that was both erotic and addicting at the same time. Lower down, his cock, now painfully erect, felt like it would burst if he didn't have her soon.
Sage ran his tongue across his fangs, his imagination running riot. Her blood would be hot and spicy and her pussy sweet and heady, an aphrodisiac no immortal could possibly resist. He swore viciously, the effect she was having on him taking on volcanic proportions. The picture of his dainty goddess riding him, the heated wetness engulfing his cockhead then his shaft, squeezing and pulsating around him forced him to grip the edge of the bar as an involuntary shiver wracked his muscular frame.
Several minutes later and back under control Sage gave the two men with her a cursory glance and then an even longer, thoughtful look. He had heard of these two, Braeden and Dominic, their exploits known far and wide, the tales even managing to reach him in the isolated castle in Scotland he used as a residence. Although not as old as he, they were still considered ancients with powers he would be wise not to underestimate.
Sage noted the possessiveness Braeden and Dominic showed towards the girl. The way their hands ran sensuously up and down her body, their own bodies glued to hers. Dominic at her back clutched her hips using the motion of the dance to grind his cock against the cleavage of her ass while Braeden at her front ate at her mouth in a most demanding kiss, their tongues mating with abandonment. Sage held little hope that the girl was not a willing partner but they dimmed even further as Braeden raised his thigh between hers and she proceeded to rock her pussy up and down his corded thigh. Letting his eyes travel to her face, Sage could not miss the heated look of passion on it nor the marks on her neck, marks of ownership that killed the last of his hope. Not that it really mattered in the end. She would be his. He would see to that.
Sarah rode the fine line towards orgasm in a frenzy, uncaring about the crowds surrounding her. Caught up in the moment as she was, the sounds and the touches of her lovers seemed magnified ten times over. Her bare pussy throbbed, weeping liquid passion all over Braeden's thigh, which she knew he would leave for everyone to see, a proud sign of his ownership. She didn't mind, in the year she'd been with them they had gone to great pains to prove their ownership of her both to herself and to others. It was comforting now and made her feel loved.
Dominic's hands on her hips urged her to greater speed, the strength of his cock against her ass increasing. She moaned wishing more than anything that he was inside her, pushing through her wet folds and giving her the fucking she so desperately needed. When the voice entered her head she didn't even notice to far-gone to care, to desperate for her orgasm to wonder.
"You are a sight to see, my sweet Sarah. But would it not be better to have a big, thick cock inside you, plunging deep, raking your insides in just the right way. I can give that to you, much better than your companions. Let me show you."
An image built in her head, a massive organ proudly erect, seminal fluids seeping from the tip and trailing down the veined shaft in one long rivulet. She wanted it, needed it so very badly and in the next second she had it right there, spreading the lips of her pussy, piercing the opening, pushing tissue aside, worrying its way inside her one tight, struggling inch at a time. Her mouth opened in a wordless cry, so big, so powerful stretching the tight folds of skin more than she had ever felt before. She was filled to capacity, no space left untouched, gasping for breath and then it pulled out, tugging and scraping until the head just breached her pussy before easing back inside in a long slow slide that had her spine bowing and a moan of delight tearing from her throat.
"You see. Your lovers pale in comparison to what I have for you. You don't need them any longer. All you need is me. You want what I have; I can read it in your mind. All you need to do is tell me. Tell me!"
"Yes! Oh God, yes! Please, I want it!" She screamed. The orgasm roared over her like a great torrent of water, tossing her without care into a maelstrom of sheer ecstasy, sweeping her along on vicious waves of pleasure so intense she nearly blacked out. Her mouth opened to scream, the piercing cry drowned out as Braeden's mouth covered her own, swallowing the cry into the depths of his aroused body. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her while jolt after jolt of raw, spine-bowing pleasure shook her slender body.
He spoke to her once more while the pleasure still held her in its sharp, greedy clutches. "You see what I can give you, now, but that's not all. I have so much more for you than just an image, Sarah. All you need to do is say, yes. Say, yes, Sarah and I will take you away from your incompetent lovers and spend eternity making sure that you do not regret your decision."
