London, June 2, 1928
Isabella rolls her eyes as the man on top of her thrust hard for the last time as he found his release. She felt his hot, sticky seed filling her pussy. The man lay heavily on her, seeming not to notice the young woman growing bored under him. Isabella pushed against his chest and breathes deeply when he finally rolls to the side, smirking to himself.
"I've had better," he said and reaches for the bottle of gin on the beautiful mahogany bedside table. The man leant back against the red velvet headboard and gazes at the room; it's extremely grand. Though every room in the underground mansion is the same; grand, ancient and if the Vampire's wish it...inescapable.
The bed in which he has just enjoyed Isabella is also ornately carved mahogany; the sides of the bed depict scenes of naked women dancing suggestively with mythical creatures. The sheets are deep red silk, embroidered with golden suns. The rest of room follows the same theme; blood red velvet curtains, tied open with golden ropes. A large erotically carved wardrobe stands against the wall, as a beautiful dressing table on which are numerous coloured glass bottles of perfume and scent. Painted portraits of previous owners of the room crowd the walls; every one of the women is stunningly beautiful, raven haired or golden it makes no difference...All have the same piercing gaze and the slightly glazed look of one who has lost the will to fight.
Isabella sits up slowly and looks at the man, aware of the tacky feeling on her thighs as she slips out of the bed, "Well chose someone else next time. I have four sisters." The young woman pulls on a soft velvet dressing gown and pulls her mass of soft dark curls out so they fall gently down her back. "I'd rather you chose someone else, your cock is pitiful!"
The man coughs and sprays gin all over himself and the bed, "You what-"
However, Isabella has already swept across the room and walks out of the room, leaving her client alone. Within moments a young man grabs her wrist and glares, "Isabella!" He looks strikingly similar to Isabella with the same dark hair, piercing green eyes and ivory skin, though he has a malevolent air about him that Isabella lacks, unless provoked, "What have I told you about insulting the clients? He paid a large sum of money to fuck you and expects to be treated with respect!"
"No, he expects me to act like his cock is amazing. No doubt you saw, it was tiny and I barely felt it, Dorian!" Isabella wrenches free of his grasp, her hand goes to his throat and within half a second he is pinned to the wall. Isabella's fangs extend and her eyes darken in anger, "My dear brother, you are a strange Vampire...Watching your sisters fuck humans," her hand finds Dorian's half erect cock under his beautifully tailored pants and rubs, "Do you like that?" She releases her grip on his neck.
Dorian smirks and strokes her cheek, "Ah my dear little sister...You've a skilled hand. So tell me sweet sister, why did the man say he'd had better?" Dorian feels his cock harden slowly under Isabella's skilled rubbing. The young Vampire looks around to check they are alone in the corridor; the mansion is as quiet as the grave...
His sister shrugs, "Sophia glamours them into thinking she is a virgin, nearly every time. Human males seem to like the idea of being the first to explore...unchartered territory," Isabella laughs, "Strange beings...I much prefer a mature woman." She winks and kisses his throat, her fangs just grazing the skin.
Dorian rests his head against the wall and moans softly as her Tongue strokes over his skin, "Yes, I know of you appetites in the bedroom. Do not forget that I was the one who took your own virginity when you came of age." He reaches out and pulls open her robe, baring her breasts to his lustful eyes. Dorian moves like lighting so Isabella is pinned to the wall rather than himself, his hands go at once to her breasts, "Your breasts were small then...but no less," Dorian's mouth seals around a hard nipple and sucks briefly before he answers, "delicious. If I remember rightly...I made you come by doing this," the young Vampire Lord sinks his sharp, snow white fangs into his sister's breast and drinks deeply. Rivulets of blood run down Isabella's toned stomach.
The young woman moans and cradles her brother's head as he drinks deeply, "Oh...Dorian, ah!" She smiles to herself and closes her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasure that is building between her legs, pleasure which is coming directly from her brother's fangs. Isabella feels her brother's tongue sweep across the bite marks, healing the wounds at once before he pulls back and kisses her deeply; the taste of her blood on his lips is the last straw...Isabella moans and comes hard; her fragrant juices soak the soft curls between her legs.
Dorian grins and kisses her deeply before whispering against her lips, "I want you...Now," he lifts his sister up, supporting her with his hands under her thighs, "wraps your legs around me," he demands. Isabella obeys without hesitation; her lust for her elder brother has to be sated. Dorian supports her with ease and quickly unlaces his breeches and frees his considerable length, "Now...sweet sister, what shall I do with this?" He smirks and gestures to his cock, now firmly held in his graceful hand.
Isabella, though far from being an innocent and being unable to blush due to her lack of humanity, feels warmth spread to her face and knows that had she been human, she would have blushed like a nun, "Please brother...fuck me hard! I'm your good little whore, Dorian. Fuck. Me." She makes sure to put stress on the final words, letting her brother know that if he isn't buried inside her in the next three seconds she will go mad from lust and desire.
Her brother gives her what she wants and thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in her exquisitely tight pussy, "Ah...My god sister, I do believe you've grown tighter!" Dorian groans and pulls back before thrusting deeply once more, a smirk forms on his blood stained lips, "You. Are. Mine. Sweet Sister." He punctuates each word with a hard and sharp thrust, each of which makes Isabella cry out in pleasure.
"Oh, Bella...Can you not keep your activities to you room," a voice mutters from behind Dorian. Isabella opens her eyes and glances behind her brother's handsome head to see her elder sister, Katherine, who like her sisters is beautiful and ruthlessly cunning. However, Katherine is the only one of the sisters who did not go along with Dorian's pursuit of pleasure. The others, Sophia, Amelia and Isabella succumbed to his charms and were quickly intoxicated then drawn into Dorian's depraved world. Perhaps Katherine avoided this fate because, unlike her sisters, she was older than Dorian and by the time the young Lord had begun to realise his own charm, she had already become infatuated with another woman and had no desire to bed her younger brother for his pleasure. Katherine shakes her head and sighs, "Now I remember why I do not visit the main estate often! Honestly, fucking your brother in the corridors! Have you no shame?"
Isabella smirks and moans as Dorian pulls out of her before adjusting himself. He turns and gives a small bow to Katherine, "Sister, how rarely you visit...How was I to know you were coming? If I had known, of course I would have made sure our delightful younger sister was..." he pauses, as if considering his choice of words, "decent and completely clothed." Dorian glances back at Isabella and watches as she pulls her robe around her.
Katherine sighs, "Do not patronise me, Dorian. I know perfectly well you and my beloved sisters are completely absorbed in your own decadent behaviour but I hope it has not escaped your memory that the ball is being held in a few hours' time?"
It's only then that Isabella takes note of what her elder sister is wearing...A deep blue ball gown, cut to fit tightly at the waist with the full skirt falling elegantly to the floor, the bodice is tight and gives her a stunning cleavage, the sleeves of the gown are snug and go to her shoulders. A string of pearls graces Katherine's swan like neck and a diamond bracelets gleams at her wrist.
Isabella laughs softly, "Oh dear...Katherine, blue does so suit you! You nearly outrank our Lady mother for beauty. As I recall...Blue was her favourite colour also. I much prefer red...I believe it's the only colour a Vampire can wear with honesty." The younger woman turns her back on her sister then kisses her brother deeply, their tongues dancing before Isabella smiles and takes her leave.
Dorian watches her go, his eyes following her hungrily...He almost takes a step to go after her, keen to finish what he started but he manages to stop himself, "So Katherine...Did you come to find me, merely to stop me reaching my pleasure with our angelic sister or was there a proper reason?" He runs his hand through her raven hair and fixes his emerald eyes upon his elder sister's face; Dorian has always found Katherine mildly intimidating...She was never enchanted by him and always looked at him with contempt.
The eldest sibling shakes her head and sighs, "Honestly Dorian, does this life satisfy you, really and truly?" Katherine watches her younger brother, her eyes shining with distain, "Do you plan to spend your immortal life...fucking your sisters, humans and god knows what else, drinking those vile human drinks and wasting your time?"
The young lord shrugs, "For now I have no plans to change," he moves closer to Katherine and runs his fingers across her cleavage, "Are you jealous...is that it? Regretting that you never gave into me when I came to your room and slipped my hand under your nightgown?" Dorian smirks and looks into her eyes, lust evidently gleaming there.
