The First Slave (menage mmf paranormal vampire erotica)

In a fit of manic loneliness, old-school vampire Elliot turns the young, pretty Russell into a vampire alongside him. After teaching him the ropes of the undead life, Elliot’s decided he’s had enough of watching the kid waste his eternity. He decides to teach him the best trick a vampire has up their sleeves: a power called obsession, which can capture the attention of a human and turning them into a more than willing slave. Elliot picks out the human and lets Russell take over – though not without interfering a little on his own.

This piece takes place alongside The King’s Obsession.

Warning! This 5,100+ word piece is for adults only. It involves the seduction and eventual control of a human turned slave, blowjobs, fingering, and a M/F/M threesome that leaves all three of them begging for more.

Excerpt:

He shivers, opening his eyes to remember Elliot was in the room, and god if he wasn’t watching like his life depended on it. When he smiles, there are pointed teeth. “I’m not stopping you,” he says, and that was all the attention Russell had to waste on him.

Russell turns back to her. He wants to taste her, to test her. He’s running every little thing he could ask her to do, wondering if she’d do it. She’s looking up at him like he might as well be a god, her hands stroking his chest, her lips working against his skin. Her groan of loss is loud and clear when he slips off to lose his pants, practically hitting Elliot in the face with them.

Selena wastes no time in reaching for him. Her fingers run over his cock, already growing, already quivering with need. He’s forgotten what feeling hungry for blood was like. There was only a need for touch, hitting him so strongly and so solidly it feels like someone had scooped out all the blood in his stomach and left him empty.

He has a split second where he wondered if the obsession was dangerous because it went both ways. Why hadn’t he heard of it before? Why waste time earning his control if he could have the human do whatever he wanted? This might be exactly why.

He pushes his chest towards her and lets her start kissing him more, peppering his chest with them, stroking slowly between his legs as the heat shooting up his cock make him lick his lips and groan. He’s thinking a million things about her, how he has no idea why her face didn’t catch his attention immediately. Her hair is thick tresses of black and he wants to bury his face in them and never let the strands slide away. He wants to protect her and not let Elliot even look at her as much as he wants to sink his teeth into her skin and soak up every drop, spread it across his skin. Her touches are slow and needy and he can hear her heart thumping against her ribs, begging to escape and tangle with his own, veins and arteries tangled up together.