Chapter 2
I walked into my hotel room. Touring is no fun when you are a master vampire
and the only thing you want, you can’t have. I am talking about Kevin Scott
Richardson of the Backstreet Boys. I fell in love with him way before he became
famous. I was in
At this club I watch all the men gyrating and writhing on the dance floor.
Dances have become extremely erotic over the centuries. I was entranced until I
saw a God walk into the room. He was tall, not to
muscular and had the most penetrating eyes I had ever seen. I knew then that I
would have this man in my bed and he would be mine for
ever.
“Hello.” He said. He certainly is polite. I quickly scanned his mind to see
what he sees as the perfect male. I then used a bit of glimmer to portray his
ideal man.
“Hello, my name is Ryes.” I introduced myself. He then told me his name, Kevin.
Strong name. We chatted for awhile and we seemed to get along quite nicely.
I had also convinced him to come back with me to my hotel room. That was the
night it happened. I turned him into a vampire just to have him to myself. Quite
selfish of me I know, but I wanted him to be mine and mine only. The sex was
quite hot.
I thrusted violently into his body, but not enough to actually hurt him but
enough to ensure a good amount of pain/pleasure to ripple along his spine. I
was also “raping” his mind, in a sense that I was placing images of us together
and recreating certain aspects of his life to fit into this new one. I was
enjoying the cavernous heat of him that I almost lost myself to the simple
pleasure of an orgasm. I hadn’t one of those since I was turned and then it
wasn’t enjoyable as this one. My then master had actually raped me both
physically and mentally. That was one I vowed that I would never do that to any
of my fledglings.
In what seemed like mere seconds actually consisted of a few hours of sex, sex
and more sex. All of it I was the one giving and he was receiving. He moaned
and writhe with each thrust I gave. Begging for me to go harder and faster all
the while he remained hard and never gave himself up to the pleasure that was
ready to burst forth.
By the time his orgasm hit I had already turned him. The added pain of me
biting his neck and draining him almost dry only enhanced his orgasm and mine.
I then slit my wrist and demanded of him to drink for him to live again. He did
so with such gusto that I thought he would drain me of what little I had from
the short feed I did before the club.
I soon heard the persistent knock on my hotel door which interrupted my trip
down memory lane. I opened to see a Backstreet Boy. He was tall and had short
blonde hair.
“Yes?” I question politely. I heard the lumbering steps of the man that was
supposed to keep people off of the floor.
“Sorry sir, he slipped past.” Jay told me. I nodded in understanding and he
retreated back to his post.
“Hi, Ryse.” He smiled that charming smile that I am
sure millions of those horny teenage girls that follow them swoon at.
“What, I am not in the mood for more games Carter.”
“Who said anything about games? I am here to see what Kevin gave up for myself.”
That was all the encouragement I needed. I dragged him to the bed and ripped
all of his clothes off of him and rammed myself so far up his butt he won’t
walk for months. It had been to long since I felt this warm heat. I reveled in
it as I thrusted into him and listened to his moans and groans. His pleas to be
fucked beyond fucked and I was happy to give it to him. I also needed to feed,
so I fed and turned him just like Kevin. I also implanted all the knowledge he
would need to survive.
The next day found him gone and me basking in the after glow of a great fuck
and ever bet feed.
Ryes