DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE ACADEMY/BLOODLINES CHARACTERS (BY RICHELLE MEAD), BUT THIS STORYLINE IS MINE, AS WELL AS MY OC CHARACTER (STELLA). This story takes place post VA, and as if Bloodlines never occurred. Enjoy
Blood Whore: Western
CHAPTER 1: Prelude
"Stella! Get over here." Mademoiselle Edith hollered as she took another puff at her cigarette before looking at herself in the mirror. She was older, with some wrinkles, her dark hair graying as she pursed her lips and applied more burgundy lipstick. She had a beauty mark above her upper lip, her eyes were dark brown that beheld a rough past. She had a heavy French accent and was very strict with her Brothel, located in Crimsontown. She managed to find damphirs and humans who were willing to allow Moroi to feed off them, and it helped that she was in the desert along with a barrier and the guardians that were with Moroi made sure to stay on guard all night long; she most certainly had connections.
"Yes Mademoiselle Edith." Stella walked in, her hazel eyes a blaze, her dark auburn hair was curled and half pinned up, and her peached skin was complemented with her dark ruby dress with black lace frills and matching boots and feathers. She raised her dark brown eyebrows as she exhaled, her medium sized breasts rose and fell as she looked rather irked.
"There you are child; you're needed in room 202 where a Mr. Walter will be entering soon." Mademoiselle Edith counted her money as Stella nodded her head and walked up the wooden steps the third and thirteenth steep creaked as she walked in the room and undressed herself, she knew Mr. Walter didn't like playing around and would often rip her dress off. She wore a garter belt and stockings made of silk and lace. Then there was a knock at the door.
"Come on in." She said with a cat-like purr.
"Well hello there my sweet pomegranate." Mr. Walter liked to give all the painted ladies a nickname.
"Good evening Mr. Walter." Stella laid on the bed seductively as he began undressing; she tried not to notice the dirt that was practically embedded in his skin, all she could notice were his sharp teeth that pierced her skin (as all Moroi had).
"Ah." Stella moaned as he entered her. Stella's moans filled the room as did his grunts, and the sound of the bed squeaking beneath them. She didn't love her job but the way those sharp pearly white fangs pierced her skin and put her on cloud nine, she didn't care. She was graceful in her movements, willing to do anything for that moment of ecstasy when he bit into her as they climaxed.
"Oh you are rather tight tonight . . . Stella." Mr. Walter thrust into her several more times before cumming all over her perfect body as her eyes nearly rolled back.
"I'll be seeing you soon honeysuckle." Mr. Walter tipped his hat as he walked out.
"Oh my god, I need a bath." Stella looked at how her once clean skin was now stained with dirt, grime, and semen. She got some cold water and took a quick bath before Mademoiselle Edith told her she had a new customer, one she'd never seen before. Some stranger with the last name of Ivashkov, but he was a lord and thus very wealthy.
A sudden knock at the door caught Stella off guard, she pulled up her corset as she cleared her throat.
"Come in." Stella tried not to act nervous, but she knew this Lord Ivashkov was going to bring in a lot of cash.
"Good evening Miss Stella." Lord Ivashkov managed to stumble into the room. He was wearing tight black jeans with a half unbuttoned blue shirt, a nice cowboy hat, and a black leather vest. He began taking off his leather boots as Stella noticed all his clothes must have cost a fortune.
"Please, Stella is fine, of you could call me Ella, Stel, whatever you like Lord Ivashkov." Stella helped him to the bed.
"Oh, don't call me that, that's what they call my father. I prefer Adrian doll face." He winked at her as she noticed how green his eyes were; his chestnut brown hair was disheveled and somewhat flattened from the hat.
"Alright Adrian, how about we take these off." She began to undress him gingerly as he stared at her chest.
"Those are nice." Adrian smirked as she noticed he was talking about her garments.
"Oh, thank you. They were a gift." She blushed as his fingers grazed over the lace covering her breasts.
"Lovely." He smiled at her with his big beautiful green eyes; Stella swallowed hard, her heart rate increasing.
"T-thank you kindly." She stammered out as he kissed her, softly and gently as his hands began untying her corset. Suddenly his lips were on her neck, his teeth not piercing the skin, but his gently glided over it as did his tongue.
"Oh god." Stella inhaled sharply as her corset fell at the same moment his teeth sank into her soft peachy flesh. She moaned as he lifted her, having her lay down; Stella lifted her hips as Adrian pulled his hands down her curvy legs and pulled them back up to cup her face. He placed a kiss over the bite mark as he kissed her hungrily. His hands went from her face to her breasts as he began massaging them, pinching her hardening pink nipples as she yelped.
"Adrian." She looked at him with a lustful gaze.
"You're so beautiful." He kissed her breasts and sucked on her erect nipples, Stella arched her back as she took hold of the ivory sheets. As Stella felt the need for him to be inside her rising, she began to whimper.
"Oh, not satisfied yet are we?" Adrian teased his his fingers traced every curve of her body. Stella bucked her hips when his fingers touched her clit ever so slightly; Adrian smiled devilishly. He finally placed two fingers inside her and pumped furiously while Stella's hips tried to keep the pace until she collapsed from her orgasmic stupor. Suddenly Adrian was up and ready, his erect manhood at her entrance as he pushed inside and began to thrust steady and slow, picking up the pace with each passing second until she begged him to move faster. Then suddenly there were fireworks going off in the back of her mind as they both breathed heavily.
"Wow, ma'am I have to say, your vagina is amazing." He kissed her as she smiled
"Well, your cock isn't so bad either." She kissed his neck as he growled, she moved so her neck was easy access waiting for him to bite her. But he didn't; he simply dressed, thanked her, and walked out. Stella dressed and continued working; wishing Adrian would walk back through the door.
