Vampire Prince's Humbling

Chapter 2: The Vampire Prince and the Serpentine Matriarch

Tags: huge (snake) cocks, cumflation, feminine (read massive) penis, BDSM, abuse and electroshocks, drugging and mildly

It said a lot about Prince that in the week since he'd been back at the manor, he'd already managed to put off his dreaded encounter with Melicia two times in favor of mingling with the guests. The first time, he'd said to himself that because of the injuries he'd sustained it would be more intelligent to wait. Yet that proved futile in light of the supernatural regenerating power he'd acquired along with his new tattoo and it became clear by the day after his return he was already as pristine as he'd been before. The second time simply came down to nerves.

It wasn't that he was afraid... Well okay, he WAS afraid but it mostly came down to him not really needing to do his report in the first place.

Sure it would have been proper - she was his mother after all - but there was no way she'd not known about the outcome of the mission and did he really feel like explaining to her why he'd been limping back to the Manor? For that matter, did he really feel like talking to her at all? It wasn't like his relationship with her would have improved if he brought back the news, he already knew she had counted on him failing thanks to Freïden...

Ugh, Freïden. A twitch passed through him as he thought about the damned bitch. It had been difficult thinking about that whole situation clearly since his return, exceedingly mixed feelings emerging to the forefront. On the one hand, fuck that prickly furball with a flaming sword! On the other, he did have some of his best sex ever with her and her people... and they did give him a few things.

Thankfully he had ways of both clearing his mind and enjoying said new gifts.

Looking down on Felix, Prince slapped the moaning guard's ass and enjoyed feeling his slut contract even more, the grip he had on the dark-haired man almost slipping when he buckled. He leaned down and, taking his time to make his lover shiver, slowly planted kisses over the half-elf's sensitive ears. Ever since he'd heard about their weak point there, he'd always loved making them orgasm by teasing them there, where it mattered. Half-elves were less sensitive but it only made the eventual reward more satisfying.

They'd been having sex for about fifteen minutes but until then he'd been so distracted as to mostly go on auto pilot. That all changed however the instant he felt a claw drag all over his back.

He made to draw back with a start but was interrupted by Catte biting down on his shoulder and...

He was being used, thrown around like a limp bitch by the largest cock he'd ever felt in his life. Over him, she smiled with the widest of grins and he knew heart and soul that he belonged-

When he came to, Felix was moaning into a small puddle of his own cum while Catte was busy licking at the man's gapinghole.

"

Damn, biting really does it for you, uh? You just kept going even when he begged you to stop, it was kinda hot~

"

Prince blinked and in an instant Catte was gone. Then he felt fingers wrap around his throat and torso, the serial killer's grip soft but firm. Behind, he could feel the large mass of the feline's prickly cock rub against the small of his back, each of the spines scratching it in a way that brought pained memories of Freïden... Underneath Felix was still writhing and for a moment Prince saw himself in the twitching mess.

"Do it. I want to feel it again."

he whispered.

Catte wasted no time in lining up himself with Prince's asshole though he did take the time to plant a few tender kisses down his neck. The vampire's sweat tasted salty, yet had an interesting undercurrent of power that Catte found it lacked before. He followed it up by dragging his fat tongue in-between the man's collarbone, his rough tongue prompting the most interesting of shivers. Alright, enough games.

Though the vampire had stayed silent thus far, he whimpered the instant Catte started to push his dick inside. The blue haired freak had never bothered measuring the damn thing but he knew that he wouldn't have anything to envy to the werewolves, the result of some creatively fashioned dealings he'd had with... victims of his. People really would do anything to stay alive, wouldn't they? But he digressed.

Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he was feeding his length and luxuriating in the supreme control of the vampire's internal processes. Prince really was the perfect butt slut, wasn't he?

However, when he bit down again on his new toy, Catte knew it all went wrong.

Before he could react he was thrown back on the bed by the violently shaking bulk of the white haired twink. In a daze he could scarcely react as the bloodsucker started to loudly clap his fat ass against him, grinding the fat cock deep inside of himself. Where did that come from?! He made to grip at Prince's shoulder but was surprised when the shifting pattern on the vampire's back went wild, pooling into expressive splotches. Prince hadn't stopped throwing it back as hard as he could and Catte barely held on. But that wouldn't do, he wasn't gonna let himself be dominated by that pretender! He pounced forward, toppling his prey and himself even further, this time luxuriating in the feeling of his thorned prick scratching at the hard nub of Prince's prostate for a second. Then he resumed his pounding along with a few scratches to the buttslut's back for good measure.

Prince was mewling desperately by this point, eager to be filled further and even if Catte was somehow not enough, he would make do. Underneath him was still laying Felix and driven by this hunger that inhabited him now it was a matter of course to coax the poor guard awake. A few invigorating kisses and they were frotting their hard shafts against one another, Prince's now larger package still cradled neatly by his irremovable cockring. Said ring appropriately chose the right time to activate itself and delivered a mild zap to Prince that had him covering the lean pecs of his servant in fresh semen.

Felix wasn't long behind but rather than share in his master's fate he had a moment of inspiration. It took some shuffling but before long Prince's throbbing penis was dangling in front of his face just as he arced himself to penetrate his master alongside Catte. Though the timing was tight he soon managed to cram his length alongside the feline's much larger appendage, the fleshy spines rubbing at his hard cock as effectively as they did against Prince's hole. Then by contorting himself he managed to run his tongue piercing against his master's glans while pumping his hips. Not the most practical position but he saw instantly how much of an effect it had in the overwhelmed vampire.

Meanwhile Catte alternated between raining open handed slaps on Prince's backside and scratching at his skin, savoring the sight of the droplets of blood running down the canvas of the vampire's sweaty back. He was perfect, really perfect. By now their pace had so increased that the catman knew an orgasm was incoming, impossible to stop and all-encompassing in its intensity. His tail flickered behind, occasionally whirling back to cup heaving balls but soon it could only straighten in delicious ecstasy as the group felt their orgasm overtake them.

Felix was the first to go, opting to paint his master's genitals with as much cum his trembling testicles could muster but at no point did he stop throating the vampire's turgid member.

Then it was Catte who this time didn't hold back: burying himself as deep as he could, the feline wrapped himself to both bite at Prince's neck and claw at his heaving torso, the pleasure so great he couldn't even think.

Finally, Prince was by far hit the hardest. The sensations of Catte's torture merged with the soft care of his friend underneath to create a core of burning heat that his tattoos drew upon. He'd learnt since then that the Obsidian Blood called upon his emotions and feelings and leant him an unending font of strength, one that in turn made him more volatile. When he came, instantly ballooning Felix's cheeks with a torrent of cum, his body was thrown into overdrive as he wrenched Catte away to throw him down before him. Withdrawing his absurdly swollen penis from the catatonic guardsman in a blur, he climbed the stupefied killer in an instant before ramming it down his waiting throat. If before Catte had been in control then he definitely felt that slipping as Prince pounded his face with a rage quite uncharacteristic of him, dazed by the repeated impacts of the vampire pelvis to his face. It wasn't long before Prince was ramming his length down a bloodied mouth, Catte having cut his lip and busted his nose sometimes during the process. Yet the coppery scent only frenzied Prince further, his hips blurring as he worked hard at driving the killer through the bed by the sheer speed and force of his thrusts.

Felix, who had woken to contemplate the scene in awe, now busied himself planting kisses on the blue-haired boy's stretched throat while running his hands all over his writhing body. He would have joined, truly but his trembling legs seldom afforded him the opportunity, not to mention the numerous deep aches he felt on his core. Besides it was more entertaining watching the normally playful Catte get abused like that. The way his throat lewdly bulged around Prince's veiny length, the tremor in his limbs as he tried to stay awake but felt the oxygen fade from his mind; it all reminded Felix that his master was a fearsome vampire, a creature of deep selfishness that took what it desired when it wanted.

Finally having gathered enough strength he shakily drew himself up and shuffled closer to Prince. The master was in a frenzy and almost didn't notice, at least until Felix embraced him and offered his neck to feed from. The reaction was instantaneous, his lord injected him deep with the feeding nectar before drawing deep from the front of blood. The pure euphoria Felix felt in this moment was enough to trigger another orgasm and it was with a beatific smile that he felt himself go.

Prince felt the taste of blood impact his tongue and his perception exploded. Instantly all the lurid details of the scene made themselves known to him: Felix quivering in fear and awe as he came to the feeding bliss, Catte slowly choking on his now overgrown length and loving every second of it, himself ascending past a state he never knew he'd been locked in before. The feeling of his injuries, his fat cock begging for release and his balls aching at the demand yet eager for more.

It was all so gloriously decadent! Before long he was pumping his largest load yet down Catte's stretched mouth but something was lacking... as Felix fell to the side limply and the sensation started to abate, he understood he needed something, ANYTHING to keep himself in that state and...

The ring. Of course. Channelling powers he hadn't even known existed into the golden artefact, he ordered it to do something to prolong the pleasure. It took just enough time for Prince to think that what he'd done had been meaningless but the ring, which had merely been gathering power, then unloaded in an instant. The electric shock was enough to cause his heart to seize but it also jumpstarted his cock past the finish line, helping him deliver a truly astounding amount of semen.

Prince almost collapsed but the one who was hit the hardest was Catte, whose proximity to the ring was such that he started convulsing instantly. His head smoking and his eyes rolling to their back, he nonetheless came like a broken faucet all over himself, mirroring Prince in the amount that spewed out. He shivered for a few seconds then ceased moving. There was a moment of silence and stillness before he jerked up, wrenching Prince's still turgid length from his throat and sitting up white from shock.

"Y-you forced me to use one of my philacteries! I died, I really died! That was..."

Despite the heavy blush threatening to replace the whiteness of his face, Catte nevertheless trailed off when he focused on Prince. His retracted fangs still dripping with blood, the vampire was blankly staring off into the distance with his erect cock cumming non-stop as a result of his actions. Once in a while, small shivers would overtake him but he truly remained stuck that way for about a minute until he blinked and Catte saw him emerge back to consciousness. His reawakening wasn't as dramatic - Catte distinctly noted that Prince hadn't stopped cumming yet but didn't seem to even notice - as he instead looked bewildered at himself and his surroundings. There was in his expression such genuine wonder and baffled excitement that it was no wonder the man stayed silent, at least until Catte cleared his throat.

"

Not gonna lie Prince, that was pretty wild."

"I... I did all of this? By... myself?"

"Well yeah. That thing you did with the ring was truly delectable but I would have known if you could do that before. You think it's-"

"-the Obsidian Blood."

Prince interrupted.

"Freïden said... she said I'd be marked by it but I never thought it would be this potent!"

"Well, looks to me like she did you a fairly huge favor this way then. What exactly happened with her anyway?"

Prince drew back, an irate expression flashing before it grew cloudy.

"... I don't want to talk about it."

"As you wish. But at this point it kinda would be a waste not to learn more, right?"

"Hmmm, I suppose."

Though he'd started to head to the bathroom to clean himself, he was stopped in his tracks by Catte, who interlaced his fingers with that of the vampire. Looking down at his partner, Prince even surprised himself by leaning down and planting a quick kiss on the feline's soft lips.

"Hey Prince, what you did with the ring? You can do it to me anytime..."

After his two lovers emerged from his chambers some time later, Prince remained alone with his thoughts. It was true, what Catte had said. He definitely was able to do more than he'd been able to before. He'd heard of no vampires that could use such an instinctual brand of magic but much as he didn't know anything about the Obsidian Blood he imagined receiving it wasn't an honor that was afforded to many. Which begged the question of why exactly Freïden has chosen to do that for him, of all people. A roundabout gift for Mother?

He shook his head and disabused the notion. The Werewolf King had known from the start that he was to be a pawn, and one of little import. Melicia wouldn't have recognized the gift anyway, he had little doubts she could do much greater feats with her own magic. No, Freïden had seen something in him that warranted such a precious gift. He would have to circle back to this later but for now it was time to visit Mother.

His report was overdue and it would be a good opportunity to ask her for information... if she was in the mood to answer.

Making his way through the manor's convoluted architecture was as easy as breathing to one who had spent so much time in it. Nevertheless he let himself wander as if aimless, both to have time to steel his nerves and because it would be nice to interact with the inhabitants once more. Everywhere he went he crossed smiling servants and busy guests, those of them that were not too occupied greeting him bemusedly. Though was that an undercurrent of esteem he heard?

Words of his successful mission had to have spread though it was unclear how much the circumstances of his return played a part in his newfound notoriety. For all he loved to sleep with the guests, Prince had always made it a point to stay discreet about whom and where he bedded those who came to see him. It was better for drama and most of them wouldn't have been caught with him officially, it was a detriment to their image being seen with a glorified escort. If he became renowned for being sexually promiscuous then it might bring undue scrutiny to him and his favorite partners.

That was in part why he'd also stayed so long in his chambers, waiting for the hubbub of his return to die down naturally under the pretext that he was tired. Not that he wasn't though, he'd barely been able to walk after waking up from his first nap and had to stay mostly bedridden due to his... intense coupling with Freïden even if he'd escaped more grievous injuries.

Thankfully Felix had been around to provide some well needed succor and Catte had passed once in a while to take news. Catte was great in that they didn't care for their reputation - which was dreadful as could be - and thus would hang out with him unbidden, but certainly not the most reliable of allies with their tendency to up and leave at the drop of a hat. Sometimes he was gone a day, sometimes a year and there were very few people who could track them down then.

But enough dilly-dallying. After sharing some greetings and a bit of small-talk with some of the more gregarious guests, Prince finally found himself before Mother's door. Much unlike the rest of the manor, it was a plain block of steel unadorned of even the barest of ornaments, save for a small brass knocker which he found quite useless seeing as-

"Enter."

Even augmented by magic, Melicia's voice was muffled through the door yet Prince couldn't help but let his hand drop to his side listlessly instead of grasping the knocker as he'd been about to. He didn't know if she made this out of habit or just to assert her dominance but it remained as grating as ever. Instead he stepped back and allowed the door to open silently before stepping inside what many people called the vault of the Manor.

On both sides of the room were artifacts neatly ordered and sorted, various magical and alchemical constructs studying them in detail. Even if the chamber itself was made of bare rock with only a desk and chair for furniture, Prince estimated that the wealth on display would be enough to buy a small country and that was before taking into account the myriad more rooms full of treasures that Mother could seamlessly link to with but a wave of her hand.

Though he wasn't in danger by any means, Prince still kept a very wide berth from any ongoing experiment, flashes of scoldings past echoing through his head if he should do much as approach one by accident. She hadn't done many of these but they all had stuck and now his respect for the arcane arts was well trained.

As he made his way to her however, Melicia remained perfectly disinterested and seemed instead content to read a book while sipping from a cup of coffee. The drink's powerful scent swirled up in a trail of vapor only to be caught in a transparent forcefield, even the most minute detail being able to disrupt some of the experiments in the room unless severe precautions were taken.

There were few things that Melicia cherished more than her coffee, Prince mused to himself. The last time there had been a shortage, she'd personally teleported to solve the situation and spare stocks had been stowed deep into the Manor so that it would never happen. He watched her close the book, take a sip of coffee with her eyes closed, set the cup on an engraved silver coaster and finally level her gaze at him.

"Mateo."

"... Mother."

The silence that ensued stretched long enough that it felt to Prince like time was stopping on its own. She had a presence, a severity that led you to question every step you took lest you feel like you made her lose some more time. And that would be a capital offense. Yet she was not more inclined to appreciate an excess of caution either.

"What is it, Mateo? You desired to enter, there you are. Unless you conspired solely to waste my time there must be some reason why you sought me."