Child of the Night (Closed for Lotus_Maiden)

Rachael watched him clean the blood off his lips. His satisfied expression was eerie and unnatural. She was definitely terrified, yet couldn’t do anything. It was as if she was hypnotized. Maybe I am, she told herself.

“Yes, I understand, Master,” she responded obediently. Her mind, however, screamed, Don’t ‘yes’ him. Run, damn it. What’s the matter with me?

“Rach, cheal. Call me Rachael, Master.” She had so many questions but wouldn’t make a peep. Just as she was told, she walked with him back to her car, got inside and drove them to her place.

She lived at the end building of a row of townhomes. It had two levels. The living and dining rooms were on the bottom floor with the kitchen and powder room. The second floor was the only bedroom with a full bathroom and porch that overlooks the backyard. The place was fully furnished with simple and modern décors.

“This is my place,” she announced, unlocking and opening the front door. She led him inside without question.
 
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Jack waited as she responded to his commands. “Good,” he thought as he listened to her obey him. He had found it invigorating hearing her call him Master at the same time. He got into the car with her and watched her as she drove back to her place. He was surprised that she lived in a nice area. There was a sense of curiosity as far as what she did for a living.

He walked into the townhouse as he was lead in. “This is a very nice place, Racheal,” he said as he started to look around a little bit. “Why don’t you give me a tour,” he told her as he watched her set her things down, “And we can finish in the bedroom.” He ran his hand in her hair as he slid it down her body, down her arm, and stopping at her fingers.

“Do you live alone? What do you do for a living?” he asked as his curiosity got the best of him. He did enjoy the tour, though he was also looking for a place where he could sleep without the sun coming in during the morning hours. The downside is that it wasn’t looking too promising at the moment.
 
Rachael beamed a genuine smile. She was proud of her little place, even if she did found this gem by luck. Nodding, she started on the tour. She held her breath when he touched her. His fingertips were cold and rigid. Her fingers held onto his automatically, holding them like they were on a date.

She led him upstairs after they looked through the bottom floor. Like the bottom, the room was opened with large on all walls. The closet was the only windowless and light-tight space. She gave him walkthrough before stopped by the foot of the queen size bed.

She nodded once again. “I do live alone. I’m a student at Julliard’s and a,” she hesitated for a second, “an exotic dancer on the weekend.” She wasn’t ashamed of her part time job. On the contrary, she enjoyed it. However, staff and other students at the university weren’t so open to the idea. They might expel her if they find out.

Facing him, she stated the obvious, “So here we are. The bedroom like you asked. What now?”
 
Jack was surprised at how much he had learned in his last few years being partially isolated from a lot of the population. As he looked around at the house, he liked it, however, it wouldn’t serve his purpose, he thought to himself. When they got to the bedroom he looked at the night sky. He could understand why someone would want to wake up with the sun beaming in the room as it would. Hell, even if it was a few years ago before he was turned, he would’ve probably loved it as well.

His eyebrow piqued a bit as she mentioned that she worked as a stripper on the weekends. He started to undress Rachael slowly as she stood there. As he saw the layers become less, he saw she had a body most dancers, exotic or not, would kill for. The idea of her working in such an establishment might be beneficial to him, he though. “How often do you let your customers pay for more than a dance?” he asked as he started to take off the rest of her clothes. He gently laid her naked body down on her bed. As she lay there, he started to get undressed as well.

As soon as Jack was naked, he got on top of her and kissed her as he heard her answer. Shortly after the kiss, his hard member had started to slide into her pussy. Whether she wanted it or not, he was going to form a very strong connection, both sexual and non-sexual, from having intercourse with her. He started to squeeze her firm breasts as he looked into her eyes as he pushed deeper.
 
The condo was perfect for the single Rachael. Small, homey, affordable and close to school yet far away from her night job. The builder definitely didn’t consider accommodating the man before her. She still hadn’t figure out who or what he was. Yet, she did nothing as he undressed her. She complied to all his commands as if she was under his spell. It was like she had been hypnotized. Was he a hypnotist? She had never heard of a biting hypnotist though.

It wasn’t long before she was completely naked, ridden with goosebumps. “I do private lap dances at least a dozen of times nightly,” she said, looking up at him from the bed. “I’m a dancer, not a prostitute,” she protested. “There are, however, two very special regulars who come by every other week or so. We had done more than just dance. They want me to jack them off sometimes or just watch me play with myself. As long as I keep them occupy for an hour, their fee is enough for me stop dancing for the rest of the night.” Her own confession surprised her. She had never told anyone that before.

She did nothing at first when he had kissed her with cold and coarse lips. It didn’t take her long to reciprocate though. Her mouth latched onto his, tongue flickering and saliva flying. All of sudden she had the urge to warm and moist his. Her eyes widen in shock when his cock pierced into her pussy like a hard cold stone. She bit down his lower lips from the initial pain. She breathed, “oh god,” into his mouth as he pushed himself deeper into her warm velvet tunnel. She bent her knees and parted her legs a bit wider, giving his cock more clearance.

Her eyes looked up at those dark, mysterious ones. Hers had all sort of emotions, from confusion, fear, awe to pleasure and lust. His said nothing, at least not to her. “Who. What are you? Master?”
 
As Jack started to push his member in her wet and moist pussy, he felt her whisper “oh god” as they kissed. “I will be your god,” he said as he continued to push harder and deeper. He could feel his member harden as he continued to push harder and deeper, each thrust penetrating more of her. He moved them over to the bed, laying her down as he spread Rachael’s legs wider to get even more access. His hands made their way up her body and squeezed her breasts as he listened to her start to give in.

“Yes, I am your master,” he told her as he started to unload his cum deep in her. “You will be my new mistress. You will do as I say,” he told her coldly. He felt their bond start to form, whether she wanted it to or not, as his cum continued to pour into her body. “As for what I am,” he said as he looked deeply into her eyes, “I’m a vampire.” He opened his mouth and revealed his fangs to her before biting her again, this time taking not as much blood, but still making her fall more under her gaze. “And you will cum for your master,” he commanded after finishing his small snack.
 
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