Years had passed since I met Maria and her coven. I had officially grown past the newborn stage and had obtained a sense of self control. As much as I could manage as a vampire.
Maria had accepted me into her inner circle of command. She was the leader of the coven and had every right to be. My years of training with the newborns and surviving had let her know I was worth my stake in her army. She was intelligent, meticulous, and manipulative.
Nettie had realized and told Maria of my "ability". Something I developed while fighting the hordes of vampires. Maria hadn't let go of me after learning of how I could detect and change the emotions in an area or person. I was designated the position that they initially sought me out for.
My days were blurred in nonsensical violence. Blood curdling screams of those that I deemed unworthy to serve us. I was sent as a trainer but I was the line between life and death for the young vampires. I became their god. Killing the unworthy had given an unintended consequence. Their fearful emotions of incoming death and void directly affected my own emotions. What they felt, I felt. Some days, I'd curl into a ball and suffer the mental destitution.
Our territory consisted of a few acres of land in Northern Texas. I walked towards the central barn that housed our potential newborn soldiers. Maria gave me specific orders to strain out the weaklings until we had a powerful army to raid other vampire territories.
"Hey there, Jasper." I turned to see Nettie leaning on an abandoned anvil left outside. Nettie and I had developed an ongoing sexual relationship ever since I first fucked her in that disgusting barn years ago. My intentions and devotions were fully fledged to my creator, Maria, though Nettie was important medication for my sanity. I vented out my sexual frustrations on her as Maria had never given in to me.
"Hello, Nettie. How are you?" I bowed like the Southern gentleman I was raised as.
"I'm wonderful. Do you need anything from me?" She flirted.
"I'm in a hurry. I'd love to see you later though." She shifted in front of me and licked her lips hungrily. She hurriedly ripped my fly open and started sucking away at my cock. I didn't push her away as she was one of the only people who ranked higher than I in the coven. And she was a very talented lover. I could only hope Maria was as good.
Her braided brown hair flailed as she bobbed her head up and down my dick.
"Nettie! Jasper! Stop that!" Maria's angry voice yelled out. I immediately ducked down in embarrassment and tucked my penis back into my pants. Nettie bowed her head and ran off, apologizing to Maria.
"Aren't you supposed to be training, cowboy?" Maria hissed.
"I'm sorry. I was heading there but I was distracted." I kept my eyes lowered.
"No excuses. You are a soldier, not a boy. Get to your station." I nodded and dashed to my location. Maria followed behind and watched as she always did. We were preparing for an attack on a western territory. Our first battle.
"You will lead the battle, Jasper." Maria said, her legs crossed in her seat.
"Tomorrow morning, you will lead all 100 newborns that you've trained for the past month into battle. I'm sure you know what will happen upon defeat." She spat, her emotions charged with vicious ambition.
I knew what would happen. Through my first year with Maria, I'd seen the dozens of men and women in my current rank disappear like ghosts. Death was the only punishment for failure. The only reason I'd stayed this long was due to my ability and combat knowledge.
I nodded. That night, I was sent into my room to concentrate on the battle. I had strategies and flanks written into my memory. Failure was not an option. My life depended on it.
That night, Maria allowed me to feast on humans in preparation for the battle. I went into town and fed on the folk. I enjoyed feeding on women more than men. I liked defiling them, giving them a bit of pleasure before I ended their existence. It balanced out my cursed pains that I suffered after feeding. I'd take a few harlots in the red light district and fill myself before the battle.
The next morning, I took the newborn army into the Western territories. They were far larger than ours and I had to enact two separate flanks in order to take over. I was forced to wager a leader in one of the newborns and separate the army into two platoons. Luckily, the impromptu separation was successful and we conquered the land.
"We lost 30, the rest are relatively uninjured." I said, my head bowed to Maria's throne. I heard her stand up and stride towards me.
Her nails caressed my jaw, she was pleased. "I think you deserve a break and reward." She purred, brushing my hair out of my eyes. My eyes raked over her body, she was curvaceous and just plain sexy. I wanted nothing but to have her for the past year. Her.
She led me to her quarters. It was a spacious room in the basement of the central building. My blood red eyes were locked onto her round ass, her tight pants revealing toned muscles in those legs that I fantasized about on a day to day basis. She flung her blouse off, a set of full breasts threatening to pop out from her laced bra.
"Take your clothes off, soldier." She dripped. I took no time to rip apart my shirt and pants. Her sudden lust and passion flooded my mind and I couldn't help but to feel pride as she admired my chiseled body. I was lean, yet muscular.
"Aren't you handsome?" She drooled, her sharp claws delicately traced the outlines of my six pack, up my chest, up my neck, to my jaw, my lips…
"Don't tease me, Maria. I want my reward." I growled the last part. She opened her mouth and I dipped my tongue inside. We moaned into each other's mouths, my greedy hands salaciously bolted her hands to the bed. I needed her.
My tongue rolled against hers, waves of passion and lust surging between our tempered bodies. I voraciously tugged on her bottom lip, I craved to feel her around me.
"Yes, Jasper…"
I cleaved her tight pants open and shoved my fingers in. I tugged, pumped and fucked her wet pussy with my hands, my breaths jagged with fervor and intensity. Maria's lustful sensations told me she wanted this as much as I. Her petrifying and powerful aura was gone. I would make her mine.
I fixed my devoted lips to her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples with such ardor. She screamed her orgasms repeatedly and I purposely amplified the ecstasy she'd feel. Her claws scratched and rove over my arms and chest.
Her gaze, although filled with a weakening love, still pierced like a bullet. I quickly swung my hips against hers, the tightening clench of her hips on my cock left the bed rocking. The wood of the frame crashed against the old walls as I pounded my throbbing cock against her cervix. The desire and lust rippled against our rocking bodies, her legs clasped behind my back, my hands eagerly squeezing her toned titties.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Her glossy long dark hair strung all over the bed, her fingers tightly gripping my jaw like a lifeline.
"You fucking love this cock. You are mine! My bitch."
The friction was seamless, her insides had completely shaped and molded against my relentless cock. We fit like a puzzle piece.
"Harder. Faster. Don't stop."
We kept going. All day. All week. I couldn't stop. Nothing could stop me.