Editor's note: story contains Gay Male content
Author's Note: I just wanted to say hello, and I hope you ladies/gents will enjoy! Also, I wanted to thank sexnovella for editing for me!
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It was finally my 18th birthday and there was only ONE thing that I was determined to get at all costs; that is, my father. I needed him to use my holes in every way possible, needed him to fuck me senseless, over and over and over again. He was capable of it. His prowess and stamina and creativity in bed were legendary, and it was a well-known fact that he had ruined quite a few males and females for any others. Whether that had more to do with his techniques or the purportedly enormous size of his cock, I was set upon discovering today.
I was his only child in a short-lived marriage to a human female. My father is a very well respected and obscenely rich Vampire who the ruled the covens in California since the late 1800s, and when he had met my pretty and dainty mother during one of his phases of ennui roughly 18 years ago, he had bedded and wedded her in a night. He told me a few years ago when I had asked, that he had simply tired of her quickly after a few weeks, because the bright innocence that had so attracted her to him that day had later proved to be hindrance to quenching his dark and ceaseless desires in bed. When she had given birth to me nine months later, they parted ways amicably and I was raised by my doting father and the Familiars that lived in my father's sprawling mansion. My memories as a child was always full of joy and at the forefront of them were images of my handsome, smiling, dark haired father who laughed at my every misconduct and shared in my every revelry. And then there were the times that he gazed down at me in wonder, clearly conveying the love that he held for me as he let me suckle his rich sweet ancient blood from a nick in one of his wrists.
"Drink deeply of my blood and grow strong my delicate love. You will one day have a place of your own to rule," he had always said ritualistically.
A shudder suffused me as I recalled the smell and taste of his deep dark red blood. I haven't had it since I hit puberty and got a hard on while sucking hungrily from his wrist. We had both been horrified and he had arranged for the Familiars to attend to me ever since. Their blood, though passable and sweet, was nothing like the delicious taste of the aromatic old magic that pumped strong in my father's blood.
And five years later, I still hungered for his elixir. It was only in the last year however that I developed a hunger for him. I want his blood, but now I also longed, ached really, for his attention, his heart, his flesh, and his semen...the last, I fantasized, would taste even better than his blood.
My cock was hard thinking about sucking THAT out of him, and my pink tight rosebud flexed in eagerness to be filled to the brim with it. A moan escaped my pink full lips as I writhed and teasingly smoothed my hands down in a light caress from my pale naked throat, to my equally exposed and sensitive deep pink nipples, and further still over my flat six packs and blonde fur below my belly button. I stopped short of touching my twitching cock though. I won't do that until he arrives.
I had tricked him yesterday. For weeks we had been planning the most memorable birthday the Vampire society of California had ever seen, and at the last minute I asked him to promise not to attend. Made him promise that once the party guests arrived, he would lock himself in his room to let me enjoy my birthday the way I wished to, until dusk the following day. He had been hurt, and it made my stomach knot, but it had to be done. If I could extract that promise from him, he would be compelled, as Vampires were wont to do when they made promises, to make good on them. And so here I lay, wantonly naked and splayed on the crimson silk sheets of his bed, my pale, smooth, skin fairly glowing in the morning spill of sunlight through the floor-to-ceiling window whose curtains were usually drawn at this hour.
It wouldn't be much longer now until he walked into the room and fell into my trap. I WILL have him, and he will want me just as badly when the sun sets this day.
As if summoned the door flew open with unnecessary force and banged loudly against the stone wall of the castle-like mansion. He had been in a fit of temper apparently, but was suddenly startled at the inexplicable amount of light let in his room. Unlike me, a half-breed, my full-blooded vampire father was susceptible to burning in the sunlight. Seconds later, when his eyes finally registered my nakedness in the middle of his bed, his darkly lashed golden eyes grew round in utter astonishment.
I sat up in his bed facing directly in his line of view; one arm to support my upper body while the other tweaked a hardened nipple. I gave him a slow smile, letting my eyes express my burning desire for him, and then I spread my long, muscled, slender legs and bent at the knees to draw them open for him to see.
His eyes were caught by the movements of my body, then my arms, hands, chest, nipples, feet and legs, until his lust-filled eyes found and centered on my stiff pink cock and the hairless balls below it. He swallowed hard and looked ready to devour me. My cock bobbed in excitement at that look, and I groaned a needy, "Papaah!" My hips rising in a slow gyrating move off the bed.
Golden eyes met mine for a split second before the door that flew open with so much force flew closed again with a resounding bang. I laughed. A little delirious with wanting but I said nothing. I lay back enough to the support of my elbows, my thighs spread wide for him still. He paced just outside the door. I could hear his boots clicking on the marbled floor. As I suspected, he felt compelled to come into the room because of his promise, and though in vain, he fought the urge valiantly.
Little more than a minute later the door clicked open and he entered the room looking murderously at me. He kept carefully in the shadows of the curtains that I purposely arranged in a manner that kept him a mere yard from the foot of the bed. I even put out a love seat in a careful spot where he could watch me tease the both of us until the sun went down.
I watched as he locked the door, and with graceful movements like a predator, went over to sit in the middle of the love seat. His knees were spread enough that I caught a glimpse of the HUGE bulge strain in his slacks. I swallowed. Saliva had filled my mouth at the thought of gagging on his impressive cock.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" My father growled out.
I looked up sharply at his face. His profanity had certainly taken me aback. He had never before used that kind of language or tone with me, and strangely enough, it excited me even more. It made me grin harder at what I saw in his eyes. There was anger there. I could see that, but there was something else that was deep and barely contained, a...hunger, for me. It was evident when his golden eyes flickered black and back to golden again. Back and forth they changed, indicating how strongly wrought his emotion were as he took in the sight of my shamelessly displayed body.
"Papa." I said, my hand going to stroke my cock in slow deliberate moves. "I am going to make you fuck me till I can't walk." I made sure to draw out the last few words with a throaty quality to my tenor.
"Don't be absurd!" He hissed and used his telekinetic abilities to try and close the thick curtains.
Using my own inherited abilities, I stopped the closing curtains just before I was cast in the shadows where he would then be able to reach me.
He gave me a look of surprise and then his eyes flashed completely black. I wanted to purr. When his eyes flickered, it meant he was still struggling for control; when they turned black, it meant control was lost.
