The man bound to the chair struggled against his restraints and screamed profanities through the sack that had been put over his head. She traced her hand from his wrists shackled to the chair up to his shoulder. The man gave a start and tried to jerk away from her touch. “Who is there?” he asked. She said nothing. He was presented to her half naked, the only thing covering him was a pair dark lace shorts. She could see he was a wonderful specimen, broad chest, a fit body strewn with ropes of muscle. She did not believe in only looks. But she could smell his blood, his virility. Her minions had done a good job this time.
She stood behind him and pulled off the black sack covering his head. The human before her was dark haired with green highlights at the tips of his hair. He looked around, finding only dark walls and chains hanging off of them. Afraid. Angry. She could sense it all and it made her excited.
“Where am I?” He whispered. “Hey! Where the hell am I?” he shouted. “Where the fuck did you drag me to?!” Still she said nothing. Not making a sound.
“I know you are there. Come out.”
Not just yet.
“Show yourself fucking hell spawn!” he screamed.
He was part of the that futile human group. What was it called? She did not care. She had wanted to acquire one of the foolish humans to toy with. To break. And her minions had brought her a close to perfect one to do so to.
She walked out from behind him and he stared wide eyed. She had that effect on humans. He looked down and shook his head. “What type monster are you?”
“You pick.” She offered
“Succubus or Vampire?” He tried.
“Close. But not close enough. Try again.”
He growled. “I am not going to be part of your game. Do your worst.”
“On the contrary, I think you will be a very willing participant.”
She peeled her dress off her shoulders and let it fall in a pool around her feet to reveal what she was wearing underneath. She watched his brown eyes darken with lust as they trailed over her body taking in the sparse lace that covered only strategic places of her body. His Adams apple bob as he swallowed thickly and the swell of his shorts grow. She smirked and trailed her hands around her left breast and traced around her black lace covered nipple.
He looked away, gritting his teeth. “Get behind me devil.”
“tsktsk. The devil is not here, it’s just me. You’ll be seeing the devil soon enough.” She said “But for now, you are all mine.”
Her prey started struggling anew. “Stay away from me!”
She walked closer to him and placed her hands on his shoulders and trailed them down his chest. His struggling was making this more enjoyable. She sat astride him pressing her cunt to his trapped bulging dick.
He ceased struggling and she was disappointed. “Get off me! He gritted out.
“Not yet.” She said, leaning into his neck and licking a straight line from the bottom of his jaw to his shoulder. He shivered.
“They say your little group gives you training to withstand all our tricks.” It was not a question. It was a statement.
He did not know how this thing got that information but there was no use denying it. “That’s right. So nothing you try will work on me.”
She smiled. “Is that so?” she asked. The assured look his face was precious. She shoved her hand into his shorts and grabbed him. He lurched and sweat beaded on his forehead. She rubbed her fingers up and down his shaft and he thrust his hips forward, pushing against her pussy. He hissed.
“But it appears that you do not know all our tricks.” She pressed herself against him, her breasts pushed against his warm chest. That was the only good thing she liked about humans and mortals in general, the effortless warmth they made. She brought her lips to the shell of his ear. “Especially mine.”
She pumped and ground down on him and a strangled groan escaped his mouth. She licked up his neck, past she his jaw and inched towards his lips. He jerked his head to the side, away from from her tongue. “So much for that training, huh?” The glare he gave her made her chuckle.
She took her hand out of his shorts and he made a sound of protest. She hooked her thumbs in the shorts and ripped them with a smile on her face.
“Make sure to tell them Carmilla sent you.” She whispered before pushing him in and sucking the life force out of him.
He watched Carmilla suck the life out of her latest prey from his place in the shadows till the only thing left of the human was a shriveled form of his former state. Nothing more than a sickly literal bag of bones
“Are you done with your meal now?” he asked.
Carmilla leisurely got up from the chair and turned her head in the direction he was standing. Her dark brown hair covering some of her ass. The colour contrast between her hair and skin very apparent. The visible warmth in her skin, courtesy of the human she had just fucked, fed from and subsequently killed.
“Can’t even let me eat and rest in peace. What is still up your ass, cousin?” she asked. Her tone, lazy. Her eyes were a set of brilliant topazes from just feeding.
He responded, coming into the light. “You should know after all these long years that there is no rest for the wicked and resting in peace is only for mortals.”
She watched him carefully. A bored look on her face. “Is this in anyway about that human you are so obsessed with?”
“No, it is not.” He countered.
“I was just wondering why one of your servants.” He said gesturing to the bleeding headless body he had strewn up on the other side of the wall. He had gotten bored of waiting for Carmilla and had a little snack. “Seemed keen on keeping me from leaving the den today. Any ideas why, cousin?”
“No, I do not remember giving that order.” She calmly answered.
They both knew the other was lying but they did not call each other out on it.
“Well, if that’s the case, I will be leaving now.” He said, turning to leave.
He felt her at his back and her lips at his ear. “Why leave?” Her hands snaked to his chest. “Stay with me.” She whispered. Seduction in her tone.
Was she really trying that shit on him?
“I would rather not. I have somewhere to be.” He said coldly. Keeping the anger he felt hidden.
Her voice went cold and she withdrew be arms from him. “Do you really want to ruin what we have for some human?”
He kept his face away from her. “I never took you as the clingy type Carmilla.”
“And I never took you to be the foolish type, Sakaer. You know they do not last. They never do.” She punctuated. Her voice sharp. Clipped. A meaning only they knew hung in the air, making it tense and dark.
He faced her. “I do not want to do this anymore Carmilla.”
She kept a calm expression. He knew she was anything but. Eight hundred years could really help you read someone. “Because of her?”
“No. Not just her. I lost interest a long time ago and you know that.” It was not only because of those things. He wanted to be with someone that did not only value him as a tool. For power or gratification. A relationship that was not purely master and slave. Someone who could fill the longing he had in the deepest part of his acursed damned soul.
“Fine. You will come back to me eventually.” She flicked her wrist at him. “Go see your human Sakaer. I will take care of the mess you left here. Let this be the last time you bring a mess I do not want into my private space.”
“I will be sure to keep that in mind.” He said before phasing out of the walls.
/12:05 am/
/Wesalon Private Hospital/
He had not been able to think straight since the day of the attack when he found out his lily was injured. It made him angry that he could not just get into her room immediately. It has been late in the afternoon when the news reached him. He could not make himself known. He could only wait till visiting time was over and when the nurses left.
He nearly cried that day and cursed himself for not being there and for not taking away sooner. She was concious now thankfully. When she got out of this, he was going to take her away. As soon as he broke out of all that prevented him from being free, he would come for her and then he and his lily would be happy together.
He bent and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. And he would make sure their happiness lasted forever.