Seduction of the Slayer's Daughter (Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance)

Seduction of the Slayer's Daughter (Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) (Forbidden Blood)
**This story is a mirror of Claiming the Slayer's Son: Blood Lust (Gay Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance)**

Dana, a vampire slayer in-training has found herself captured by the Vampire Duke Vallos. It's obvious the blood-sucker wants revenge against the Belmound line, not just by changing this slayer into a vampire, but by getting her to drink willingly from the Duke's own veins! Dana was ready for torture and mind-games, not kindness, concern, and for the Vampire's touch to effect her so much. Will she be able to resist his increasing attraction to the Duke, and to drinking human blood? Is Vallos the evil scum she thought he was, or is it all an elaborate hoax?

Warning!: This ADULTS ONLY erotic tale features Cunnilingus, Drinking Blood, Vampire Sex, Blindfolding, Spanking, Light BDSM, and Vaginal Sex. 7440 Words.

The venom in my body is working its magic, and I smell the blood from here. The venom is meant to give me an appetite for the blood the Duke tries to feed me everyday in an attempt to acclimate me to his dark ways. It smells sweeter than usual, and I have no idea why. He brings it to my lips, and I can feel the warmth coming off of it. So that's why he's so quick to 'feed me.' It's fresh-squeezed.
“Taste, Dana. It will ease you, take your pain,” he says, faking care.
I can smell its rich bouquet and its red color glistens like rubies before my eyes. I can sense the power within the blood, hot and blinding, like a liquid bolt of electricity. I feel a prickle in my canine teeth, although I needn't worry the forming of fangs. Pleasure melts my stomach muscles and joints. My greatest fear now is him noticing how bothered and undone I've become. My face becomes hot, and my nipples stand up. The yearning buds grow evident under the cotton shirt that is the only thing covering them. My pussy too is becoming warm and wet. I stare at the ground, trying not to look at him and get back my composure.
He closes in, standing even closer to me. He raises an eyebrow, taking notice of my heavy breaths, or perhaps my blushing face. I expect immediate gloating, but none comes, instead, he pulls my head towards him, tilts it, and kisses me square on the lips. I see the goblet on a nearby ledge is no longer to the brim...
In one deft movement, he parts my lips and lets warm blood fill my mouth. I can't stop myself from swallowing the hot elixir.
My back arches with pleasure tasting the scarlet ecstasy in my mouth. I tense, horrified at what I've done even as my body rocks with pleasure made all the sweeter by Vallos sliding his tongue along my own.
I'm left clinging to his cloak for balance, letting him explore me while I sup every drop of blood from his inviting mouth. His thumb rubs my throat, bidding me to swallow. When I do out of reflex, I then pull away, moving as close to the rock wall as I can.
He supports me by holding my arms, and looks at my face with eyes darting to gauge reaction.
“Very good,” he assures.
I grit my teeth, but a pained whimper escapes.
“Shh, my poor sick fledgling,” he croons. “I know it's hard now, but it won't be long before you wonder what you were so afraid of.”
He brings the cup near once more, offering it to my lips. The previous drink still coats my throat. My body feels alive and replenished, my senses feel sharper. Every bit and sinew of my body that ached before now seems to glow with good health—and pleasure.
“Just a little more,” he says, “and then we'll see about making your stay here more comfortable.”