The bizarre nightlife of vampires

This stunning woman arrived dressed in all black. Her two bodyguards were also dressed in black, but with
holsters on their shoulders holding gleaming silver pistols. Whenever I glanced at them, their faces would instantly transform into harmless smiles, revealing pearly white teeth.
All three had pale skin and reddish eyes, and an atmosphere of danger permeated the air, like a cold blade pressed against bare skin.
I decided to believe the rumors about the city's bizarre nightlife.
"My name is Akanisha," she said, her voice soft and slightly foreign-accented. I wasn't surprised she didn't give her surname—
it .
She extended her hand and shook mine. Our contact caused her bodyguards to tense up instantly, remaining so even after we were all seated.
I liked the way she shook her hand—strong and very bold.
"Your recommenders are impressive," I said. Indeed. The recommenders included the mayor's wife, several lawyers, and the heads of several local businesses.
Some people I thought would never confide their secrets, so naturally I was surprised she knew their entertainment and my relationship with them.
She merely tilted her head at my compliment, as if she couldn't believe I'd uttered such an obvious fact. Her long, black hair,
styled in small curls, reminded me of a French queen and an English judge.
Akanisha's eyes narrowed in anger, her arrogance thrilling me.
"They're nothing special," Akanisha said. "Just people who pay me tribute. I told them to find someone to help me, and they
introduced you, Karl Kramer, 'The Ruler of the Strong.'"
I smiled; it sounded a bit dramatic, giving me a small sense of satisfaction. True, my clients were all wealthy and powerful, but I didn't
care the owners of their asses earned. I slapped them, played with them, fucked them—treating them all the same as any other ass.
"Tribute?" I asked.
Now it was Akanisha's turn to smile.
“Explaining the complex balance between our two races is a long story. In my city, very few things happen without my permission, and if
they do—it means someone is doomed. I rule over the living and the dead. Just remember, my heels have crushed
men far greater than you.”
I frowned.
“One more threat and there’s nothing left to discuss today,” I said.
The bodyguards stepped forward.
I stared intently at Akanisha, which, given her beauty, was hardly a chore.
She met my gaze with a glare, which gradually softened into a smile.
“I understand,” she said, her voice hypnotic.
“But you must also know that I have ruled this kingdom for two centuries. I have torn the throats of countless vampires who plotted to usurp the throne, drunk the blood of
hundreds of handsome men, and had officials lick my feet for my approval. I am a creature of power and tyranny.”
“My enemies are endless. I rule through fear and destruction. Though I am weary of it all, I am not weary enough to step down from the pinnacle of power. I
enjoy my position, but it restricts my private life. Accepting a lover—without fully understanding the power this act grants him, the political
consequences it triggers, and the potential exposure of my vulnerability—is difficult. Any man I sleep with knows that if they displease me, I will
mercilessly destroy their life; they all fear me—as they should. And most men who dare to sleep with me are ambitious, unwilling to be mere gigolos. Courageous
lovers cannot be trusted, and cowards are simply not worthy of my bed. That is what troubles me.”
“Do vampires have sex?”
Akanisha chuckled. “Oh, yes, we still retain the same needs and desires as humans, the only difference being a stronger thirst for
blood . Eating is more pleasurable than sex, but to some extent, as I've matured, I've come to enjoy sex more.
My tastes have also matured, making it harder for me to find a lover who can please me.”
I laughed. “Your tastes are different from most women’s, aren’t they?”
She smiled slightly. “Indeed, I’ve spent time with sadists in London and Paris.
I’ve enjoyed the passionate kiss of whips and the biting of handcuffs; inflicting pain on others brings me pleasure, but I also miss the feeling of being dominated by pain. When I took over this
area, I could no longer allow myself to have that enjoyment. You know, I can’t enjoy this master-slave relationship with any of my servants; if he
dares , he’ll dare to disobey my orders tomorrow morning. That’s why I need you.”
I pretended to consider it seriously, but found it useless. This deadly creature had piqued my intense interest with her strange story. My
life was in her hands, and she could kill me at will. She was far more dangerous than any bank director or powerful politician.
I had to have her.
“Tell me more about vampires, and I’ll tell you if I can take the job.”
“You will,” Akanisha said.
She immediately sensed the hostility in her tone and raised her hand in apology.
“No, this isn’t a threat. I can feel your blood rushing to your legs; I know you’ve already accepted it. I knew your
desire to conquer the strong before I came.”
I remained silent, but I knew she was right.
“Tell me the information I need to complete the job.”
An hour later, she paid a generous deposit and arranged to meet me the following Wednesday.
A week passed quickly, and she arrived at sunset on Wednesday.
After receiving her check, I led her to my training room, where her bodyguards waited in the reception room. I offered them some magazines, which were
unceremoniously refused. Their undisguised hostility made me glad the training room door had three sturdy bolts.
“You didn’t tell me what to wear tonight, Karl,” Akanisha said.
“This is fine,” I said, circling her and admiring her attire.
She wore a tight-fitting, sleeveless black silk dress with barely visible grey skull patterns. Her breathtaking cleavage was a little too revealing, but
it pleased me. I had never seen such pale breasts. The dress exposed her entire smooth back, but her long black hair fell down, obscuring the upper half.
On her feet were a pair of strappy knee-high sandals.
She was dressed for intercourse—and perhaps for giving orders. I had to get rid of it.
“Will you be mine tonight?” I asked.
“Yes,” the Undying Queen replied.
“At my disposal?”
“Of course,” she said. “Then my first command tonight is for you to stand here, hands up, and be handcuffed.”
Akanesha looked up at the shackles hanging from the ceiling, hesitating.
She could see the faint glint of stainless steel; the handcuffs were thick, about three inches long. The vampire knew she couldn't break free; this would be
the first time in decades she felt so helpless, and she had to do it to herself.
"Are you scared?" I asked.
Akanesha cursed, raising her smooth, pale arm. I fastened the handcuffs to her wrists until they clicked shut, and
only then the breath I had involuntarily held.
"Usually I'd do some foreplay, but I doubt you'll need it," I said. "You've waited lifetimes for tonight, haven't you?"
She didn't answer. Akanesha wasn't used to being restrained, and this fueled her anger. Her red lips twisted into a cold, denial laugh.
"See this knife?" I asked, holding it up to her. When she realized what it was, she recoiled.
"Yes, it's sterling silver," I said. “You told me that silver can burn a vampire’s flesh. It’s not fatal, but even slight contact will
cause a stinging pain like a cat’s scratch, and if it really cuts through the flesh, it will feel like molten iron.”
“Be careful,” Akanisha said. A single word, yet it carried a heavy threat.
Her eyes assured me that if I didn’t heed this warning, she would kill all my friends, exterminate my entire family, and only then take my life.
I ignored her threat and began to slit her long skirt from under her armpit.
As the blade slid across her skin, Akanisha hissed, but her body remained perfectly still.
An angry red line appeared on her pale skin.
I impulsively kissed the raised wound, amazed by the heat of her skin there.
After slicing open one side of her skirt, I began to do the same on the other side.
Starting from her armpit, following the curve of her chest, past her hips, and finally reaching her alluring long legs, the silver blade sliced through her black dress, stimulating
her pale flesh.
Akanisha tugged at the chains, but the powerful woman did not flinch from any contact with the blade.
"Now the show begins," I said, raising the knife to her lips. She raised her head in disdain.
I pressed the tip of the knife against the neckline of her dress, then slowly pulled it down.
My eyes greedily captured the beauty of her pale breasts gradually slipping through the fabric, the silver magic burning her skin, her firm abdomen trembling
with the downward movement of my blade.
The dress was finally split in two, revealing a thick patch of brown hair, and I struggled to resist the urge to glide the knife across her genitals.
After slicing the skirt three times, I began my real work, quickly and effectively cutting dozens of slits up and down the skirt. The stinging pain
from made Akanisha hiss and groan.
I hadn't broken her skin at all, but the speed of the cuts kept her trembling.
I tore apart the shreds of the skirt, admiring her body.
Akanisha's voluptuous body was indeed a captivating sight. Her full breasts were astonishingly firm—immortality had given them eternal youth.
I couldn't help but stroke her bloodless thighs, marveling at the firmness of the muscles.
They could easily kick through my chest—knowing this only made me more eager to entice her to do so. No one stipulated that enslavement required a woman's self-
restraint.
"Your skin is so cold," I said.
She chuckled again.
"You told me not to eat before coming here."
Indeed. I wanted her to be in her most excited state, and she had said that eating had a calming effect on vampires. Besides, I had no interest in sucking blood from her mouth
again after it had been sucked on that same day.
I moved my hand between her legs and found her pubic hair so soft.
I stared into her eyes and inserted a finger into her body.
We both gasped. She gasped from the feeling of that wetness being invaded, and I gasped from the unbelievable cold. I couldn't imagine inserting my
penis into that frozen hole.
"You're already soaking wet," I said, trying to hide my discomfort.
She smiled. "I told you, I've waited too long."
"It'll be longer," I said. I pulled my finger out, and she made a threatening mutter.
I glared at her, a silent warning not to complain loudly.
"Do you really think I'd do this to you without any preparation?" I mocked.
I took another pair of shackles from the box and fastened them to her ankles. I was glad they weren't too tight, and there was room for her sandals. I did like the
way the straps clung to her calves; it reminded me of ancient Greek fashion and made me wonder about Akanisha's real age.
I closed the shackles and fastened them to the iron rings on the ground with a thick chain.
"I'm going to unlock the handcuffs on the ceiling. I want you to put your hands behind your back afterwards."
Akanisha squinted at me. "Why should I do this?"
That's exactly what I wanted her to ask.
I pulled something out of my shirt that I'd hidden behind my back. When she saw it, she really screamed.
It was a cross about a foot long.
"With your feet bound, this thing is enough to cause serious injury before you kill me." "
You dare!" Akanisha yelled. Now her accent was quite obvious, with a slight Greek tinge.
"Usually I use a stern voice to subdue my subjects," I said.
“But for someone as powerful and long-lived as you, I think the threat of death, and perhaps even the pain of holiness, would be more suitable. I don’t blame you for challenging
my authority, but that doesn’t mean every order I give has to cater to your whims. Burning someone might be a bit too much for me, but you are my
unique trophy.”
Akanisha looked at me with understanding. “You demand respect. I understand, and I will obey.”
I unlocked the handcuffs on the ceiling, and Akanisha quickly put her hands behind her back. I bound them together with three steel chains and then fastened them to the iron rings
securing . Perhaps she would be willing to comply now, but I didn’t want to take any risks.
“Now I can relax a bit,” I said, dragging a stool over and sitting down in front of her.
She felt the distance between us closing, and a smile bloomed on her lips.
She leaned forward, towards my crotch, but I quickly grabbed her hair. Twisting the curls in her hair, I pulled her head back.
The exposed fangs did not surprise me.
"It's not time yet," I said, placing the crucifix on my lap to prevent her from wriggling out of my grasp, and taking the opportunity to stroke her with my other hand.
I pressed her full breasts together, and the pink buds deepened in color and hardened under my kneading fingers.
"That's good," Akanisha groaned, leaning forward. I tugged at her hair, but couldn't stop her; she seemed to enjoy the slight pain. To
confirm nipples, pulling and twisting them mercilessly. Her fangs
bit her lip in pain, but she never stopped smiling.
"You're treating me like a prostitute," Akanisha said, but there was no blame in her voice; this was exactly what she wanted: to be played with without regard for her feelings.
"Not bad," I said.
The caresses of her breasts warmed her skin, drawing blood to her skin and intensifying my pleasure.
I plucked and pinched her soft breasts until her body temperature was no longer like that of a corpse.
Suddenly, my fingers slipped, my nails grazing her nipple, sending Akanisha trembling with pleasure.
Her enjoyment of pain inspired me. I stood up, walked to the table, and grabbed a roll of duct tape.
Akanisha watched my every move with fascination.
I tore off a strip and stuck it vertically to her nipple, which she seemed unconcerned about, until I tore off another strip and laid it horizontally over the first, forming
a cross.
"Damn it!" she screamed, her back arching from the intense pain in her breasts.
I stared intently at her, but saw no smoke and smelled no burning.
Akanisha pulled on the chains with terrifying force, but it was clearly not the reckless rage she displayed when truly in danger.
“You told me only straight lines forming a cross hurt you. I want to know if the cross formed by the curves of your breasts is merely uncomfortable.”
“Damn,” she repeated. “It hurts like hell!”
“But it won’t really kill you,” I said.
We stared at each other until she looked away.
“Tonight you belong to me, to do whatever I want with you, don’t you remember?”
The second cross on her other nipple caused the same pain, and I noticed her large breasts beginning to turn pink. More
effective than any nipple clamp or whip, the cross made her entire chest incredibly sensitive.
I lifted one breast and kissed the burning skin. The kiss didn’t relieve the discomfort, but I did catch her moan.
“Now it’s time to heat up the other part,” I said.
I removed the stool, untied her hands from the iron rings, and ordered her to crawl forward until her cheeks were pressed against the floor and her buttocks were raised high in the air. Then I
pressed my booted feet into her long hair, holding her in place.
Of course, I was sure she was strong enough to break free and lift her head, but her scalp would suffer.
This was merely an excuse to make her feel justified in lying down.
Her buttocks were perfect, their rounded curves blending smoothly with her back to form a beautiful heart shape, so smooth and white that I couldn't wait to
brand them with my own mark.
I picked up the expensive whip specially made for Akanisha. Nine silver bands hung from the handle, each composed of silver rings
that shimmered .
As gently and carefully as possible, I lashed the whip at her buttocks.
The stinging pain from the silver whip immediately made Akanisha curse viciously. I raised the whip, admiring the nine bright red welts that appeared, looking like the result of a
forceful lash, but we both knew it was just a light touch.
Her buttocks trembled slightly, anticipating the whip's next strike; I wouldn't keep her waiting long.
At first, I was a little clumsy with the whip, but gradually I became addicted to it: sometimes I dragged the whip across her buttocks, making Akanisha scream from the intense
stimulation ; sometimes I let the whip fall as lightly as a feather, enjoying her convulsions as she tugged at her long hair, which I had stepped on.
I knew that even the slightest bit of force would cut through her dead skin, so I continued to
whip .
Akanisha tugged at the chains, moaning with each gentle touch of the silver whip against her body.
At first, I was a little worried about using silver, but that worry quickly vanished. Akanisha arched her buttocks, welcoming the impact of the whip, her intermittent
moans telling me how much she enjoyed it.
Her blood rushed to her buttocks, turning them a bright pink under my care, and I reached out to touch the wounds I had created; her buttocks were now
as hot as my already erect penis.
"Fuck me," Akanisha pleaded as I touched her. She was lost in intense lust, casting aside her initial pride.
She was no longer the queen of the city, no longer the master of life and death; now, the name Akanisha represented nothing more than a
woman yearning to be fucked and ravaged.
I let the whip fall on her buttocks again, and she trembled all over.
"Fuck me now!" Akanisha cried.
I let the whip sweep across her buttocks, the gentle force making her scream.
"Fuck me now!"
I dragged the whip down to her back. Her moans rose to a new octave.
"I will," I said, dropping the whip, pulling my foot away from her hair, and kneeling behind her.
I unzipped my pants, releasing my long-restrained penis, and applied a few drops of lubricant to her anus.
When she felt my tip against her anus, Akanisha immediately thrust backward, allowing me to easily slide into her rectum,
crying out at the tightness of her anus.
The heat from the whip warmed her buttocks, making them feel almost human, and her moans were indistinguishable from those of a human. I thrust into her hard and deep,
watching her ass bounce and tremble with each collision of my hips.
Akanisha's supernatural stamina was astonishing. All I had to do was kneel there and let her move back and forth eagerly; after all this torment,
she still had the strength to penetrate me with my cock.
"Tighten," I commanded, even though she was already incredibly tight.
"Faster," I commanded, even though I could already hear her breasts slamming against my chest with each violent movement.
"Fuck me," I commanded the proud vampire.
Akanisha's moans were like a long, soft, erotic song of pleasure, and as she gradually brought herself to orgasm, my moans joined in.
"Coming!" Akanisha screamed, stopping halfway through her thrusts. I felt the intense contractions of the walls of flesh surrounding me, watching her buttocks
convulse .
Her orgasm subsided, and she began piston-like movements again; I withdrew.
"No! I'm not finished yet!" Akanisha cried. She was giving orders, but these were the requests of a lustful woman, not
the commands of a ruler of the human and demon realms. This satisfied me greatly.
"You've already given yourself to me, remember?" I asked. "Now I want your mouth."
A chuckle escaped her lips, but stopped abruptly when she saw the gag I had prepared for her.
"What's that?" she asked.
"Do you really think I'd put my manhood between your teeth so comfortably?" I sneered.
It was a steel ball gag with a hole in the middle, padded with cotton. She seemed to know the purpose of that hole, and without resistance, she let me wrap
the strap of the gag around the back of her head. The gag slid into her mouth, and I clearly saw her teeth bite into the steel.
I grabbed her hair, pushed my penis through the gag, and inserted it into her dilated mouth. Her tongue eagerly met mine, and her low moans gradually turned into
whimpering cries.
She could smell the scent of blood from my hard penis. This feeling of seeing but not being able to have was like placing the finest ice cream on a woman's lips, yet forbidding her
to swallow—it fueled her incurable craving even more.
Akanisha's mouth was as cold as a winter night, devoid of breath and warmth. She struggled to swallow my penis, her mouth creating a
powerful suction.
I calmly fucked Akanisha's small mouth, letting her full breasts sway back and forth, her nipples, covered by the cross, bumping against my thighs, emitting breathtaking
moans.
Her red eyes were fixed on me, her teeth futilely biting the steel ball. Despite the fine cracks beginning to appear in the steel, I continued my thrusting. Until I was satisfied
, she belonged to me.
Finally, I ejaculated, shooting my semen into her mouth and throat.
Akanisha's eyes sparkled with excitement as she greedily savored my salty fluids, licking every drop clean. She craved blood, but she
was equally willing to fill her desire with my life essence.
I pulled out, nearly collapsing into the chair from exhaustion. The terror of controlling this deadly creature was agonizingly intense.
Even though she was chained to me, I could see the longing in her eyes, the thirst for blood. Everything before was
merely .
I pressed a button on the table, opening the door to the training room. Her two servants entered, and I tossed them the key, letting them unlock her shackles
. The bloody welts on her buttocks didn't faze them, but the cross on her breasts horrified them.
"You bastard!" one of them roared.
Before I could answer, he was standing in front of me, punching me to the ground before I could even see his fist. Then he lunged at me,
his fingers digging into my shoulder blade. My vision blurred, the excruciating pain in my shoulder suffocating.
Suddenly, his fingers released, and I screamed.
I struggled to turn around and saw a horrific sight. Akanesha pinned the servant to my table, their position like lovers embracing, her naked body
writhing against his, her mouth pressed against
his neck .
Though I knew the servant was also a vampire, I was still horrified by the fear and despair in his eyes.
He died in a minute, but I knew that for this poor creature, that brief minute felt as tragically long as an entire day.
Akanesha stood up, looking at me, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
She picked at it with her fingers, licking it with lingering pleasure, her whole body flushed pink, seemingly enjoying it immensely.
This killer had satisfied all her desires in one night.
"I'm sorry you saw this, Karl," she whispered.
"I intended to feed on both of them at the same time, to save their lives, but when Henry hit you, the combined effect of anger and hunger made me lose
control. I hope watching him die won't change our relationship."
I stood up. She saved my life, but she had also so easily taken one before my very eyes. I had witnessed blood and her desire.
Akanisha was more than just a woman; she would be the final, violent climax for anyone who encountered her.
"Change us?" I said. "Just make me more vigilant next time."
The more powerful a woman, the more satisfying it is to conquer her. Mortal women have lost their appeal to me; they only ruin your credit record and
cause endless lawsuits.
Watching her still-living servants carry his dead companion, I made an appointment to meet her again at the same time next week.
[The End]

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