Courts and Cabals 2 G.S. D'Moore (the little red hen read aloud .txt) 📖

I didn’t even think the sucking sound Marcella was making was weird or nasty. I didn’t even consider it sexy how blood flowed quickly into my cock, and it swelled to the point it was resting on the side of her face. Nothing mattered in the world. Nothing but the pure bliss I was experiencing.

I don’t know how long she drank from me, but it couldn’t have been that long considering how efficient vamp elders were at killing off blood junkies; as Marcella had affectionately referred to them. She emerged from between my legs, stroking my hard cock in her hand, her face beaming with glee.

“My, my, Cameron Dupree. Ms. Venitas is going to be excited to meet you,” blood coated her lips and a few drops dripped down her chin onto her comforter, but she didn’t care.

She ran her tongue over her lips, smearing my blood around like lipstick, and gathering up the excess on her chin with a finger. She slowly, seductively placed the finger in her mouth and drew it out with a feline purr. If I was myself, I’d probably cum then and there, but I had no control. She grinned at me, sensing my arousal under her spell, and smiled. Red-stained teeth shone back at me as she opened wide and slowly wrapped her lips around my cock. Her fingers tickled my balls as she wound her tongue around my tip.

The pleasure of the blowjob, mingled with the ecstasy of her venom, completely melted me like the wicked witch in Oz.

Buried underneath it all, my mind yelled for her to watch the fangs, but it never made it out. Her sharpened canines scraped against my dick, parting flesh, and adding more blood to her smorgasbord. She groaned in a frenzy as my dick-blood coated her tongue. All I could do was cry behind the mental walls hidden deep beneath the sea of euphoria. I couldn’t even enjoy it when she deepthroated me, and my cock slammed into the back of her throat. My ejaculation was just one more bit of pleasure lost in the enthrallment that her spell and venom had put me under.

She hungrily gulped down my seed along with my dick’s blood. With a satisfied hum, she extracted my cock from her mouth and let the bleeding flesh flop against her bed. I watched as red stained the fabric to the point it was a total loss.

“Please start healing,” I prayed to the gods the my weird, still-misunderstood abilities kicked in soon. It could scar a man for life looking at his mangled dick for too long.

Marcella stood over me cleaning her face, and savoring the last of my fluids. Then her expression turned downright wicked. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” she left my field of vision, but I heard the drawers of the dresser scrape open and closed.

She reappeared with a huge, black dildo. “Cosmo says men secretly enjoy when a woman stimulated their prostate. Let’s test that.”

“Oh, fuck no!” my mind rebelled as she started to flip me over. It was one think to get the Vampire’s Kiss, and a hummer from a hot vamp, but it was another thing entirely to get a dildo that looked like it belonged on some horse shifter shoved up my ass.

The euphoria of her venom faded a little as I fought harder against its effects. The spell sputtered under my mental assault, and I flopped onto my back as she strapped the dildo onto her front with some leather contraption.

“I like a fighter,” she flashed her fangs at me, our eyes met, and all the progress I’d made at the walls around my mind crumbled. I fell back into the sapphire well of total oblivion.

She grabbed me by the hips and turned me back over. I felt the tip of her dildo against the flesh of my ass and mentally braced for the worst. “Fucking rapey vamps,” I continued to beat my metaphysical will against my mental prison, but it did jack shit.

“Just relax,” she purred into my ear.

I was busy doing the opposite when the door to her room flew open with a bang. “YOU WILL NOT HARM MASTER!” a high-pitched voice shriek, followed by a familiar wave of power.

I didn’t see Marcella get tossed off me, but I heard her hit the wall.

“Use my strength, Master,” I felt a pressure on my consciousness, and instinctually opened up.

Power flooded into me. The mental prison collapsed like it was made of tissue paper, and I surged off the bed. I was still a bit loopy from the venom in my bloodstream, but I stood my ground and faced Marcella. Just as I instinctually knew to reach for the mysterious power, I also knew whoever had given it to me was not a threat. The threat was in front of me.

The telekinetic toss hadn’t really hurt the elder vamp. She gracefully got to her feet and surveyed me, along with whoever was behind me. She tried to meet my eyes, to bespell me a third time, but I focused on her tits. Much safer to look at an elder vamp’s tits than her eyes.

“I don’t usually play with my food,” she flirted.

“Bullshit,” I called her on it, “and go fuck yourself,” I added for good measure. “Lilith!” I didn’t know if I could take Marcella, but I was sure my succubus could.

 It took a second, but a gust of wind announced her arrival. It might have been the call, or the sudden surge of panic across the mark she’d imprinted on the back of my hand, but either way, I felt a rush of comfort as she stood by my side.

“I had orders,” Marcella was immediately defensive. She tried to remain cool and confident, but I saw the uncertainty in her