The Dread of Damned

I woke up feeling refreshed. Looking around, I found that the curtains were open, and the moon was shining through the large windows.

I looked up and saw my mother with her eyes closed. I was lying above her, my face nestled between her mounds, and my legs resting between her slightly parted thighs. I pulled her robe to the side, and her large, soft breasts spilled out,the bite marks were almost gone now, her nipples were erect already due to some reason. .

I took the pink, rosy buds into my mouth and sucked hard, earning a moan from her.

I repeated the process with the other one, biting and sucking.

After some time, she opened her eyes.

"Were you feeling thirsty again, my love?" she asked with a soft, loving voice while caressing my head.

I nodded, for I wanted to finish the task at hand first.

After a while, I let go of her, and she hugged me, nestling me against her soft, voluptuous body.

"Your sister will be here around midnight. Then we can start the process of your first feeding," she said.

"I can't wait to meet her again," I replied.

To which she appeared happy.

"Looks like the time has come," she said, and there was a knock on the large double door just as she spoke.

I got up and rolled to the side, giving her time to adjust her robe.

"You may enter," she replied to the knock that had only come once.

The doors opened slowly, and in came the old woman whose name I had come to know: Rowena.

She had left with my sister as her caretaker when I had turned one, and now it seemed she had returned with her.

"Is Elara back, Rowena?" my mother asked.

"Yes, Your Highness. The princess is in her room. She did not want to appear travel-worn before meeting you and the prince," she replied with her head bowed.

"How was her experience at the academy?" my mother asked.

"Let me tell you, Mother; she will surely only sing my praises," came a youthful and energetic voice from the door before Rowena could say anything.

Then the owner of the voice entered the room. Her white hair, which reached just above her shoulders, was wet, and she wore a white nightdress composed of trousers and a top that reached just above the trousers, held by strings at her shoulders. She also in the process of wearing a silk gown as she walked in making her lose top to flatter revealing her toned stomach.

She was thirteen by vampire standards but appeared mature enough to look around seventeen or eighteen. She was nowhere near as well-endowed as the woman who sat by my side, but her perky, handful-sized breasts added a charm to her, while her toned and bountiful behind provided quite the contrast to the rest of her build.

In short, she looked like a young supermodel: toned but not flat in any way.

"I would never dare to lie to Your Highness," said Rowena, giving the younger women side eyes in the process.

"Yeah, yeah, I know that, but you should add a bit of humor to your life, Rowena," Elara said.

"Elara," my mother said in an annoyed voice, though I could hear an undertone of love and care beneath.

"Ah, my dear mother, how have you been?" Elara asked, looking toward the bed where my mother and I were sitting.

"And to answer your question, I definitely enjoyed my time at the academy. Learning to harness the power was, albeit painful, more of an exhilarating experience," she added.

"I am happy to hear that," Mother replied.

"Oh my God! Is that little Cael? He has grown so much!" she exclaimed, her eyes beaming as she walked toward the bed.

"Hello, sister," I said, but by the time I spoke, she was already at my side.

She pinched my cheeks, which I certainly did not like, but I let her have her moment.

"Oh, you have grown even cuter," she said.

Then she jumped onto the bed, falling on top of me. Her wet hair brushed my face, and I felt my face pressed between her twin peaks.

She was almost fully matured, while I still had the body of a six-year-old child, albeit a remarkably developed one, so when we stood side by side, I barely reached her stomach.

She had a youthful, energetic scent, quite the contrast to the serene and calm aura exuded by my mother.

But I did not dislike it, for it awoke a new hunger in me, making me feel exceptionally thirsty.

Before I could lose myself and bite her, she was pulled back by Mother.

"Behave yourself! Is that how you greet your brother? What if you scare him?" Mother reprimanded.

"How could I scare my Cael? He just looks so cute!" she said, and I could see hearts in her white eyes.

"Go back, rest, and replenish a bit. We will start your brother's feeding ceremony after a while," my mother said.

Elara looked like she wanted to retort, but one look at Mother made her comply as she got off the bed and walked out.

"See that she doesn't exhaust herself doing useless stuff," Mother said to Rowena, exuding an air of authority.

"As you wish, Your Highness," Rowena replied before bowing out of the room.

I watched, waiting for the moment to come, to quench this new thirst that the close proximity with my sister had ignited in me.