Leading Mariella to my private room after dinner, I anticipated some fun. It was another bedroom in our expansive house, but I had prepared it specifically for my pleasure, equipping it with certain supplies.
"Oh, this is going to be perfect," I thought darkly, as I finalized my plan.
It would likely take a few days, but first, I needed to ensure Mariella was completely under my control, so everything would work as intended—perfectly. The room was decorated in white, peach, and silver. The luxurious bed was large and soft, but the special cabinet held the real treasures: adult toys.
Best of all, it was embedded in the wall, making it discreet, and opened only with my fingerprint, safe from prying toddlers or husbands. I hadn't even considered their opinions of my "relaxation hub," as I called it. However, I had modified several adult toys, creating new inventions. I had Mariella, and I could finally test them on her.
While I had the usual dildos and arousal agents, all tried and true, I had something completely new. I had discovered several domination shops that offered inventions designed to push a victim to the brink while maintaining control, usually for male-female pairings.
Surely, there was something for a woman. I had tinkered with some of the toys and made something utterly new. The one I was most eager to test was a clitoral stimulator. One part was a tube inserted into the submissive, encasing her clitoris. The tube was soft and contained tiny microscopic needles that delivered minuscule shocks.
I had tested it on myself, and it made me pant. What made this unique was the leverage system. A tiny plate covered in bristles would rise from the stimulator, and I would rub my clit against the platform. My movements would make the stimulator hit her, and the harder the pressure, the harder it would hit her. Since the bristles would drive me wild, too, I might make her explode with pleasure.
I had a medical note, and I had also crafted collectors for our fluids. My plan was to collect our fluids, specifically our "pussy juices," and analyze them. I was especially interested in pheromones because these fluids, produced by our bodies' reactions, are something we'd have little control over.
Pheromones, along with many other substances I might find, could be useful. I was curious. I also had electric devices for her breasts and nipples, intended for massaging and teasing. Since I am not an energy being, I relied on inventions. Naturally, I was in control.
My intention was to dominate her, to the point where she wouldn't care what I was doing, as long as I continued. My plan was to consume her, but slowly, sipping her blood, and climaxing repeatedly while using her without restraint. I locked the door, releasing my pheromones, my vampire pheromones, throughout the room.
As I drew the curtains across the windows, plunging the room into dimness, I said to Mariella, "Take off your clothes and prepare yourself. I'm going to show you."
I let my alpha power flood out, speaking firmly and dominantly, making her almost shiver, revealing my predatory nature. She began to undress, her breathing quickening as she inhaled my pheromones, feeling my influence and dominance within her, making her yearn for more.
She then lay naked on her back on the bed. I opened my cabinet and began to retrieve my supplies: restraints, whips, floggers, and my small machines. Lust shone in her eyes as she watched.
Telepathically, I said to May, "May, could you take care of the kids for a few days? Mommy's taking special time. And no word to the men, understand? Not one word to anyone, no hints, nothing."
Her reply was surprised, but she understood my state: "Fine, no problem. The boys are all over the kids, have fun."
Oh yes, I was going to have fun, and so much of it.
I undressed slowly, removing each garment one at a time. I then began to secure Mariella, touching her hands, legs, or placing my stimulating devices on her. I put one in her breasts, another in her clit, causing her to arch her hips. With massage pads on her breasts, ready to go, I powered them on.
She inhaled sharply as sensations began to overwhelm her. My euphoric pheromones intensified, my hair turning white except for a single black stripe. A lace dress clung to my body; however, I removed it. My long, pitch-black nails oozed poison, designed to subdue my victims and make them even more enticing. I crawled onto the bed, naked, in the dim light, my pheromones potent.
I whispered sultrily to Mariella, "I am about to show you what I and my little inventions can do to you, proving men aren't necessary. Perhaps, after this lustful experience, the thought of someone thrusting a hot, fleshy stick inside you will become less appealing."
Mariella writhed beneath me, her hips jerking, craving more sensations. I assembled my invention, the lever and plate for her, and straddled her, lowering my weight so the tube hit her clit.
Tiny zaps made her cry out, "Oh my gosh, what the fuck..."
I rubbed my clit in slow circles, intensifying sensations for both of us. I had already put on my collector, anticipating a generous yield of our lustful juices for later analysis. This was quite a ride. Bristles brushed against my clit and pussy lips, making me want more, but I held back. I revealed my fangs and used my poison nails on Mariella's skin, relaxing her muscles and causing her breath to hitch.
Her arousal grew, and her mental state blurred. I leaned in, sinking my fangs into her throat while simultaneously pressing and rubbing my hips more firmly, causing her to climax for the first time. I didn't let her rest, and the firm rubbing motion of my hips kept her trembling as ecstasy flooded her.
The hot blood flowed like silk down my throat, and I fed like the beast I was. I was honing my skills and satisfying my needs—a give and take, giving pleasure and taking blood. It was perfect. Time was irrelevant; blood was all that mattered. I reveled in the perfect, hot nectar flowing within me.
This was what a perfect life was all about, and there was no regret, no hesitation. My nails dug deeply into her arms and sides, making her whimpers louder, her body shudder, her moans more sharp. Her hips jerked, and her mental state deteriorated into blissful submission.
Soon, she wanted to be my meal. She wanted to feel my tight body on top of her softer one, dominating her and pleasing me. Giving me her blood was soon becoming her whole world, just as I wanted. Her warm, soft body undulated beneath me on the big bed. My pheromones were now hers, and the smell of arousal and the sounds erupting from her lips made this more perfect than I had even imagined.
From time to time, I stopped my feast and proceeded to bite her gently all over, marking her with tiny red marks—my vampire kisses. All the while, I used my little invention, making her cum repeatedly. I also added a little more electricity to her breasts and nipples, making her toss her head, sweat, moan, plead, and enjoy herself, trembling and undulating beneath me.
No one had any idea what we were actually doing here, not a single clue, as I had planned. Oh my god, this was perfect. My vampire side was having way too much fun, and I wasn't going to stop anytime soon. We had time, and now it was time to have some damn good time. Time had lost its meaning, and I had really upped my game.
I was lying naked next to Mariella, who was still in blissful surrender, naked and sweaty, but no longer wearing my little inventions. She sported a nice collection of bite marks, whiplashes, and various bruises and scratches from my work.
She sighed softly and then said, her words slow, almost drugged by bliss, "I must admit, Mimi, I have never felt like this. I mean, I am having a hard time thinking. My pussy feels like I would have exploded from the inside out. I have so much euphoria in my blood, my skin is singing praises for you, and I feel so damn sensitive that I am not sure that I can take any more touching."
The room had grown darker, signaling the arrival of night once more. A low, guttural sound, a cross between a hum and a grunt, rumbled from deep within my throat. My snow-white hair was still visible, contrasting sharply with the black, poison-laced nails that adorned my fingers.
I ran these nails lightly over Mariella's belly, leaving faint red marks in their wake. Mariella tossed her head, whimpering needily, her hands clenching the sheet, damp with our secretions and the remnants of our lustful eruptions. Though I had collected a significant amount of our "pussy juices," we still gushed.
"Oh, this was just perfect," I thought. I leaned over Mariella, my hot tongue tracing a path across her belly, tasting her blood and the lingering traces of my poison.
I nipped sharply near her navel, eliciting a husky plea: "Oh please, more…I can't take it…do me more…oh my god, I need..."
The feeling of her silky skin, the scent of our lust, a heady mix of sweat and pheromones, and the shared intensity of our emotions hung in the air. In this moment, there was only us, nothing more, nothing less. It had been a long time since I had fully unleashed my vampire side, and, my gosh, she was brutally strong.
As queen, and because the hive was first created, all kinds of things happened, making me stronger and faster. Crisis after crisis had followed, and despite our passionate time in bed over the years with Damon, he hadn't subdued my vampire side, not really. He had trusted Wulfe, allowing him to drink my blood or attempt to extract my vampire power, but my vampire side felt smug, sure of herself.
Though I usually kept her in check, it suited her just fine. The fact was, Damon had no power over her, nor did he truly wish to deal with her. Maybe someday I might seduce Wulfe, letting my vampire side play with him and see what he does. Who knows? My vampire pheromones have grown stronger, more seductive, over the years, and he might be the perfect victim.
Normally, I see myself as someone who needs to maintain control at all times, but why? Why should I always be the one who is controlled, always ready to act, ready to lead this damn family, always making things happen, while denying myself pleasure and suppressing parts of myself, while the rest of the pack, or at least half of them, didn't share those notions? They indulged their desires, expecting me to remain perfect, so they could later sneer at me for it.
I was now lying next to Mariella. She sighed softly, gazing at me, and then spoke. "I must admit, you made me feel things I never experienced with Damon. Sure, there was pleasure with him, but it was different. This, hmm… I guess it was a kind of surrender. I was utterly powerless, at your mercy, yet you gave me a pleasure that almost broke my mind. And despite the fact that you surely had your fill with me, go ahead and repeat it. I know my trio in my belly is just fine; they had fun too. As you know, babies feel in utero pretty much what Mom feels – all sorts of neurochemicals and such. So, it wasn't just me, but those three lives inside me as well. And listen to me, I'm rambling, utterly and totally. My mind feels so damn free; I guess I've felt something utterly new."
I hummed, my vampire side still out in the open. As I lay next to her, I gazed at the ceiling. My belly was warm, full of concentrated blood, and my body brimming with vitality. I, too, felt freer and also pleasantly exhausted.
I commented, "You felt something new, and yes, surrender. You see, you've always trusted Damon, meaning there is surely some vocalization or even your pheromones that tell him if something is too much or wrong. He's always reading you and your reactions, as you are most important to him; your pleasure is more important than your pain. I, on the other hand, didn't care about your sensations or your vocalizations. You were utterly under my power; there was nothing for you but to surrender completely to me. You let me do what I wanted and just went with the flow, as you had no idea what my plan was or how rough I could be. Believe me, this was me being gentle, trying to make it fun for you too."
Mariella furrowed her brows and nodded as she thought things through, realizing I was speaking the truth. It was good for her to learn new things. The feeling of freedom she must have gotten was truly liberating. It had been a long, long time since I had last felt that mix of helplessness, powerlessness, and being at the mercy of someone stronger, and feeling that exquisite pleasure when someone had their way with me, whether it was spanking, beating, fucking, or just touching me. I could do nothing but take it all.
There were many reasons why the event hadn't occurred. One significant factor was my own strength; I wasn't certain anyone in the pack could subdue me. Damon had provided a few master sessions, but I was confident I could break free if necessary. Knowing this diminished the feeling of true surrender. I didn't blame anyone, nor did I expect special treatment.
Maintaining control over me, keeping me in a state of submission without allowing retaliation, was undoubtedly exhausting. I hadn't revealed my full capabilities, not even to Wulfe, and certainly not to Damon. My backup power was always prepared, making surrender a choice and keeping my primary power intact.
I was an excellent actress and could perfectly portray the role, but there always seemed to be a catch in my world. My life became considerably more interesting when the door suddenly opened. Number One entered, followed by Wulfe, Number Two, and Number Five.
He paused in the center of the room, nostrils flaring, his expression tight but almost emotionless as his gaze landed on Mariella. She was sleepy and content, muttering something about not wanting "meat sticks thrust into her pussy" and only desiring the pleasure I provided.
I stretched, realizing my little holiday had abruptly ended. Damon and the others had come for Mariella. Fine, I could play along and let them have their fun. Only time would reveal what happened next.