The Dread of Damned

After a while, the voices in the hall died down.

"The heart-blood of His Highness, the Prince, is purer than any we have seen in the longest time," Rowena announced, her voice clear and proud, causing the hall to break into murmurs of awe and reverence.

"It has indeed been a joyous night for us all. The moon has blessed my son, your prince, the future Patriarch of House Aetherisin," my father declared, his voice imbued with authority. Everyone in the hall immediately quieted, bowing their heads in reverence.

"Indeed it is," the crowd chanted in unison.

"Then let us begin the feast now that the feeding of your prince has been more than successful," he added, signaling the beginning of the feast.

As if on cue, attendants entered the room carrying jugs filled with thick, crimson blood. Platters of food were also presented—delicacies for those who still enjoyed human cuisine. Despite common belief, vampires in this world could eat normal food, though it provided them no nutrients. Some chose to indulge, taking the plates, but all held glasses filled with fresh blood.

The scent of the blood filled my senses, causing a thirst to stir within me—one that was still controllable, but definitely growing. People came and went, congratulating me, bowing deeply. Among them were women, their graceful forms and alluring smiles stirring something primal within me. My thoughts, dark and lustful, bubbled to the surface, and it took all my focus to keep my composure.

I felt like I was losing control of myself. I had never been this consumed by desire, not even during the peak of my teenage years in my previous life. Something had definitely changed within me.

"The Prince cannot drink any blood for the next forty-eight hours as his body is still stabilizing and adapting to the heart-blood," my mother announced, her voice commanding attention. Her words broke through my haze, forcing me back to the present.

"So, he will now rest in his quarters," she continued, her eyes meeting mine for a moment.

I noticed the curtains being drawn as the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon. It signaled the start of a new day, a testament to how long my feeding process had taken—it had begun around two o'clock, and now dawn was upon us.

My mother led the way as we descended the platform. Heads bowed as we passed, and I became increasingly aware of my still-present arousal, the evidence of my lust painfully obvious beneath my robe.

I walked behind my mother, her elegant form leading us forward. Her hips swayed with every step, her voluptuous figure ,supple buttocks captivating my attention, making silver blood rush through my veins and pool between my legs. It took everything in me not to reach out and touch, to take what I so desperately wanted. The primal hunger clawed at my insides, my senses filled with nothing but her—her scent, her warmth, her presence.

I always considered myself to be a boobs person but she was awakening something in me, the torment I wanted to unload upon that soft enticing ass that moved like jelly with the moment of the swaying figure was unholy, almost like a dark beast had been unleashed within me.

I was so lost in the sight of her swaying figure that I didn't realize we had arrived at my quarters until she closed the door behind us.

Now that we were alone, something snapped. The hunger roared louder, drowning out all rational thought. I lunged forward, my arms wrapping around her as I pulled her into me, my hands tearing away at her dress. The fabric gave way, and her full, ample breasts spilled into view, their warmth enticing me further. My lips found her skin, biting down, my fangs grazing her soft flesh as she moaned softly.

"Oh, my… It looks like excusing ourselves was the right choice," she murmured, her voice a mix of amusement and something darker, more enticing. "My baby looks so hungry, so frustrated."

She pressed me tighter against her, her words fueling the inferno raging inside me. My mouth latched onto her nipple that now stood erect coming out of their hiding, sucking greedily as my hands roamed over her body. Her warmth, her softness—everything about her intoxicated me. My robe fell open, and my hardness pressed against her thigh. I couldn't hold back the need to rut against her, feeling her skin against me, her presence overwhelming my senses.

The friction, the heat, the scent of her—it drove me wild. My hands found her buttocks, kneading the supple flesh, my nails scratching her delicate skin. Her moans were like music, each one encouraging me, pushing me further into this abyss of desire.

I thrust against her thigh, the slickness of my own silver essence easing my movements. I sucked harder, bit deeper, my hands digging into her flesh, leaving marks behind. My mother only caressed my head, her fingers running through my hair, her voice whispering praises, her moans a sensual song that pushed me closer to the edge.

The tension within me built higher and higher until I felt it—the inevitable release, the rush that took over me. It crashed through me like a storm, my balls tightening as pure bliss washed over me, spurt after spurt of pure silver essence burst forth from my length. It felt as if I was pouring my very soul into that moment, the feeling almost too much, my vision going white from the force of it.

The liquid trickled down her thigh, pooling at her feet, and I stood there, panting, my forehead resting against her chest. The bliss faded, replaced by a heat that still lingered, a need that hadn't been fully sated. The primal hunger roared again, demanding more.

Just as I was about to pull her back to me, there was a knock on the door. The sound broke through the haze, bringing me back to my senses, grounding me in reality.