FMG Fifth Friday (18+)

Servitude Under A Vampire

“Have you completed all of your chores today?” the girl asks a man twice her size. Though, while he may be physically larger than her, it only takes one look at the two to tell who has the larger presence. He is kneeling in front of her, not daring to lift his head to look at her, while she sits with one leg crossed over the other on a golden throne cushioned by crimson velvet.

“Yes, mistress, I have done everything I was assigned today,” the man answers, his voice deep and far older sounding than her relatively young voice.

“Good boy. Even a lowly dog such as yourself has his uses, yes? When you are not clamoring at the opportunity to hump my leg like a horny hound, you are capable of actually accomplishing something. I am sure you are just as surprised as I am at this.” She uncrosses her legs and points her right foot at him. Her heels have already been slipped off and are sitting next to her throne, so all that she is wearing as far as her feet and legs go are her black stockings. “Now, once you give me my meal, I shall reward you for being such a good dog today.”

The man stands up, keeping his eyes looking at the ground and only taking quick glances at her tempting legs and feet, and then pulls down his shirt dirtied by the day’s cleaning chores to reveal his neck to her.

She licks her lips and beckons him to come closer.

The closer he gets, the wider her smile grows which reveals those two sharp fangs of hers. Yet, despite how dangerous this is, he can’t resist her.

He lowers himself until the side of his neck is directly in front of her lips.

“Good boy,” she whispers into his ear before licking his neck and finally sinking her fangs into his flesh.

The man winces from pain and feels his body occasionally shake as she hungrily draws blood from his neck, but at the same time, he already feels excited to the point where the button of his pants is about to burst from the throbbing tool held underneath them.

Having his blood sucked out of him like this is even more pleasurable than it is painful. Ever since she has turned him into one of her servants, he has fallen more and more in love with this pleasure that only she can give him.

He may be a man that has been with plenty of women before, but none of them compare to this girl despite her looking so much younger than all of his past lays. Her experience far outweighs their own given her age. Even though she may look young, he knows that she has lived for centuries.

Pleasure overwhelms him to the point of almost cumming. In fact, he would be cumming right now if it weren’t for his mistress knowing exactly how to tell when he is about to cum.

Him being on the verge of cumming means that it’s time for her eating to end. She wouldn’t want him to cum too quickly, of course.

She has yet to play with him.

“Good dog,” she says, tenderly petting the back of his head before kissing the holes on his neck left by her fangs.

All he can do is try to hold back his needy groans.

“You make such cute faces when you want to cum. Do you wish to dirty yourself so badly? You would need to go do the laundry again if you came right now. At least wait until your friend has been pulled out,” she teases, blowing into his ear.

Everything she does sends shivers down his spine.

“Do you remember how disobedient you were when you first came here? To think that the man sent to kill me is now an obedient hound so desperate to taint me with his seed,” she says, this time moaning against his ear.

“Pl-please,” he finally gives in.

“Please what?”

“Please – please let me cum, mistress.”

“You were a good boy today, so I shall let you after I have my fun with you. On your knees,” she orders.

He immediately drops to his knees.

“Now, pull it out.”

He pulls his dick out. It is already erect and throbbing with precum leaking down the underside of his shaft.

“My, such an erotic length. Just look at how long and thick it is,” she coos while teasingly lifting her foot over it. “Beg.”

“Please, mistress, please make me cum – do whatever you want to me. Just… please, please let me cum. You are my life and I will do whatever you ask of me whenever you wan—” he gets cut off her by her.

“That is enough, dog,” she says, pressing her foot down against his length. Her stockings are as soft as silk and cause him to arch his back. He even tries to push his hips up and forward to press harder into the soft sole of her foot, but she pulls her foot away. “What have I told you about being patient?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, mistress, so please – I promise I won’t do it again.”

“Good boy.” She returns her foot to his cock. Even with her pressing her foot from its ankle to the tips of her toes against his cock, her petite foot still isn’t long enough to cover his cock. But, she likes it that way. It gives her more to stroke and tease.

He shivers from pleasure and has to use all of his willpower to resist thrusting as she slowly slides her foot up and down the underside of his shaft. His precum leaks out and gets absorbed into her black stocking, and her own excitement is showing when he takes peeks up between her legs and sees her darkening panties.

“Where do you think you are looking?” she asks, her voice full of anger, but then she smiles and chuckles. “I am simply teasing you, dog. By all means, look as much as you want. It only excites me more when you look at me with those vulgar eyes of yours.”

It’s time for her to tease him even more. She slides her current foot on his cock to the right of it while bringing over her other foot to join in on the fun. Sandwiching his cock between the soles of her feet, she starts to stroke them up and down in sync. Then she alternates to rubbing her feet up and down along his cock in opposite direction. While one foot’s toes tease the leaking tip of his length, the toes of her other foot massage the needy orbs within his sack before switching positions by slowly traveling along his shaft.

“Mistress, I’m—”

“You do not even need to say it, dog. Cum.”

Her order is his pleasure as his thick, hot seed erupts out from his cock to splash down onto her feet, legs, and himself. His entire body convulses and his back arches from the sheer, overwhelming pleasure coursing throughout him. A human – no, even most monsters would never be able to give him this level of pleasure. The pleasure that only vampires can show men is truly on another level.

“Look at you shaking your hips and curling your toes. What kind of man are you to give in to a girl’s feet? You truly are a dog,” she tries to degrade him, but even in his state of pure lust, he can tell just how excited and lustful she is from the tone of her voice.

The vampire gets off from her throne to push him down onto his back, sticking out her tongue to lick up any and all cum that he accidentally shot onto himself. Some of it even reached up onto his cheek, so she has to bring her face directly above his to properly lick it up.

“It looks like you will be doing laundry again,” she tells him before leaning back so that she is straddling his hips. “Up,” she orders.

Still trying to recover from his orgasm and with an overly-sensitive cock, he leans up to face her as she sits on his lap.

He knows that this isn’t over yet when he feels her grab onto his cock to bring it up between her soft, slender thighs.

“Here, dog. I know you love the rest of my legs as well, so I shall give you more service before sending you off to do the laundry,” she explains, squeezing her thighs around his cock.

While he stares at her thighs, she stares at his cock. It reaches almost to the top of her abdomen when it is being held between her thighs like this, showing just how far it would penetrate her if she were to ever allow him to do such a thing.

“My, just look at how deeply you would ruin me. I may be your elder, but you are just so much bigger than me. This desperate tool of yours would destroy me if I ever let it inside. Such a shame that I do not,” she teases, bringing her lips back up to his neck. She lifts her thighs up and down the lower half of his cock as her hands stroke the upper half of it.

Rather than suck more blood from him, she presses her lips to the unbitten side of his neck to gently kiss and lick. “You taste so delightful for somebody so worthless,” she whispers into his ear before returning to his neck.

He lets out a moan much too feminine for how he looks. He may be older, look rugged and have scars from past battles decorating his skin, and have enough muscle to make most men jealous, but here he is eagerly submitting to this vampire and indulging in the pleasure that she grants unto him.

“Cum,” she orders.

No matter how close he may be, when she tells him to cum in that sultry, demanding voice, he never fails to immediately cum.

His seed shoots up once more and sprays all over their clothes. Whatever doesn’t get stuck onto their clothes ends up forming a small puddle between her thighs.

“Such a lewd dog you are. Now, what are we going to do about these clothes?”

…

Family: Undead

Species: Vampire

Classification: Rare

Danger Level: Extreme

Habitat: Cold and dark climates, abandoned buildings

Intelligence: Above-average

Behavior: Sadistic, dominant, loyal

Diet: Blood

Vampires are Undead who, rather than rot and decompose, retain the appearance of whatever they had when they were first turned into vampires. Nobody is certain of where the vampiric curse originated from, but it is well-documented that it is only transferable by a vampire sucking the blood of a human.

Upon acquiring the vampiric curse, the heart stops beating and all aging ceases. Diseases are cured, injuries are healed, and carriers of the vampiric curse will gain incredible strength and speed during the night but be weakened during the day. While they do not burst into flames from sunlight like some rumors would have people believe, they are weaker when in direct sunlight and will likely get sunburnt. In fact, sunburns are the only injuries that they can sustain that do not get instantly healed upon drinking more blood.

It is unknown why vampires need to consume blood despite no longer having a beating heart. Some believe that it is for their brains while others claim that it for nutritional value, but the leading hypothesis is that vampires convert blood to pure life force in the same way that some monsters convert spiritual energy into life force.

While human women will turn into vampires when afflicted with the vampiric curse, human men instead turn into immortal servants who will stay loyal to the vampire that turned them. This is not to say that they are forced to be loyal, but rather, they usually discover such pleasure and joy from serving their vampire mistresses that they would rather die than live without it. Both their blood production and semen production are greatly increased while afflicted.

Furthermore, sucking blood from a human or one of their servants is not only done for food. It also serves as a sort of mating ritual that will greatly boost the arousal and pleasure of both parties involved for a short time. The more blood that the vampire sucks from her victim, the more their arousal and pleasure will increase.

Vampires can be very deceiving. Some look like children whereas others look like elderly. Regardless of whether a vampire looks seven, seventeen, or seventy, they are all extremely dangerous. There are very few monsters capable of defeating a vampire at night, and humans can only do so when blessed by a monster from the Celestial family. An average vampire could defeat dozens of armed soldiers, or even specialized monster hunters, with no effort assuming that they are not blessed.

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“Such a pathetic little dog you are,” she tells him, petting his head as they lie in their grand bed together. His favorite place to rest his head is right on top of her chest. While she may not have much to offer as far as breasts go, the softness of her chest makes an excellent pillow. “You must be very tired. This once, I shall allow you to rest rather than do the laundry. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress. Thank you,” he answers, leaning up to kiss her lips before returning to lying on her chest.

“You are rather fond of my chest, are you not? Do not tell me that you targeted young girls before you met me.”

“Not at all, mistress. Your chest is simply the softest and most divine pillow that I have ever experienced.”

“And why is that, dog?”

“Probably because it’s so straight. I’ve tried this with girls with bigger tits – breasts before, and while they were soft and fun to play with, usually made my neck hur—”

“So, you are telling me that I am flat?”

“I – I’m saying that—”

“That I am flat.”

“It’s – it’s okay to not have large breasts, mistress.”

“You know, it was not my request to be cursed before I had a chance to properly develop my chest. It was just happening slowly! I clearly needed more time.”

“Mistress, I promise that among all the chests I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, yours is more perfect than them all.”

“You are lucky, dog,” she says, placing both of her hands now on the top of his head to stroke her fingers through his hair. “I was about to make you sleep outside again.”