Cold lips pressed against her red shoe and kissed it in subservience. Celestia smirked in approval, making a small nodding motion as her cheek rested on top of her hand. The gentleman in front of her was merely touching her high heel with the palm of his hand in order to steady it, and let go as soon as he had finished her command, slowly standing up until he towered over her. She was sitting on a luxurious chair, but to her, felt like a throne, and she felt like a queen.

How could she not? She now lived in a massive European castle, with more rooms than she could count, surrounded only by miles and miles of wilderness that was her property. She had her every whim and desire immediately and efficiently catered to. She had no more obligations, no more duties, only a long life ahead to reap the benefits of all her hard work and the difficult choices she had to make. She only ever missed the thrill of gambling when everything was on the line. But now that everything was actually hers, she saw it only as the bittersweet feeling of victory. And victory was more sweet than bitter.

The striking red eyes pierced her and she felt like they could strip her bare, not just of her clothes, but of everything else. Of her body, so he could stare directly at her most vulnerable form, capable of seeing her as even less than human and just a pile of blood. But also of her soul, capable of discerning through her every lie, through her every conviction, and make her seem helpless, weak, and vulnerable. That stare sent a cold shiver down her spine and one single drop of sweat. But she still smiled. Not the false smile she learned from her time as the Ultimate Gambler, but a genuine smile.

After all, what stood in front of her looked like a human, like a handsome young man, but was anything but. He was a vampire. A monster in human disguise. A dangerous predator of her own kind. A creature of the night that could easily rip her apart should he wanted. And therein lied the greatest victory, the sweetest taste that made her truly think of herself as a queen. For the castle, the power, those had only ever been a part of her dream. A harem of vampires, who followed her, who obeyed her, who served as butler and bodyguard, was what she had always craved most. Many tried to discourage her or accuse her of having impossible fantasies. But Celestia Ludenberg would never lose. Winning against such impossible odds was her greatest talent, after all.

Her very brief moment of fear was soon forgotten. Or rather, she merely forced herself to believe there was no danger at all. As convincing a liar as she was, she could even fool herself. So she simply relaxed, looking at the handsome vampire in front of her. She merely glanced sideways. Yes, for only one vampire stood in front of her, but the rest of her harem was behind her. All of them were looking at her, their glowing red eyes the only thing to clear out the darkness of her estate other than a few carefully placed candles. It was heaven, despite it looking opposite to how heaven was supposed to look like. It was, specifically, her heaven.

All of her servants were unfailingly loyal to her. All of them were tall, handsome, and immortal. They were pale like she was, but their red eyes were no contacts. All of them showed her only kind, servile smiles, but beneath their closed lips were sharp fangs against which her only protection was their loyalty. She involuntarily squirmed a little, just a bit. She was a young woman, after all, so Celestia didn't blame herself for getting excited, although she found it frustrating how hard it was to hide her feelings.

She looked behind. All of her butlers, which numbered thirty, awaited her commands. She reviewed the mall mentally. They weren't identical, of course. Each had his own uniform, each had his own facial features. Even if they all shared her type, there were differences. Except for the eyes. They all had the same eyes. They all looked at her the same way. Any other woman would've been terrified, despite their beautiful exterior. But Celestia was merely pleased, as she was when she finally matched the stare of the one vampire in front of her, the one she had kneel and kiss her shoe. Like in the world's deadliest poker game, their eyes were locked, and one sign of weakness could've been fatal. But she matched him. She held her ground until the very moment he closed his eyes, lowered his head, took his hand to his chest, and calmly spoke.

"Do you wish for anything else, milady?"

She convinced herself not to smile like a giddy schoolgirl. But it was not easy. Without looking, she simply made a simple hand gesture with the arm she was not resting with, and another of her butlers gave her a long glass of red tea. She had specifically demanded for it to look like blood, but as she was not a vampire, like them, it merely looked like it. She drank until the glass was empty and returned it, then kept staring at the butler in front of her. Chosen at random. But luck was always on her side. She knew what she wanted, but even Celestia had some doubts about actually giving those orders. She had to mentally prepare herself.

"Are you… happy with your current situation?"

"Of course.", he immediately blurted out. Celestia expected him to need a second to think about hidden meanings in her words, but he simply responded as soon as she finished asking "There is nothing that could make me happier than serving Celestia Ludenberg herself".

"What if I asked you to do something you wouldn't want to do?"

"It is impossible for milady to ask that, for all I want is to do what she wants"

"Even if I asked you to kill yourself?"

"I would only be unhappy with how troublesome that would be. Killing one of us is not easy. And forcing milady to wait for sunrise would vex me, since she hates the sun"

"What if… I asked you to kill me?"

"If it would please you"

Celestia felt her heart beating faster and harder. She could feel it pumping on her chest, and she was sure the vampires could notice it. They never gave her a reply she didn't approve of. Their impeccable manners, their unfailing loyalty, and their immortal beauty were all perfectly crafted to her tastes. These undying lords of the night had adapted wonderfully to their life, or existence, rather, as servants. And Celestia valued nothing higher than adaptability.

She uttered no words. Actions spoke louder than words. Celestia was an expert in using words as her tools, while her actions spoke the true story. So she wanted to make her intentions clear, and not allow her often deceitful words to muddle the truth. Without uncrossing her legs, she raised the foot he had kissed, until it touched him. Celestia was nervous, but didn't show it. Her red shoe rubbed up against him, right between the legs, and then she kept going up until she couldn't no more. She felt it. And she rubbed it.

Her heart was beating so hard she thought it was gonna burst out, but she didn't let the thought change her actions. She simply rubbed her shoe against his crotch, playing with it like a kid with a new toy. The vampire butler didn't change his posture, but he did open his eyes and looked at her suddenly, and she would've lied if she had said it didn't startle her. But Celestia always lied.

"Show it to me"

"Is milady speaking of…"

"Do not make me say such vulgar, gross words out loud. You know exactly what I mean, or are you not as clever as I thought? I do not like having to explain myself"

The vampire nodded. He didn't strike back, or seem offended by her words. He merely straightened himself, and started undoing his belt. Celestia silently gasped and clutched at her chair. She was definitely sweating now, a feeling she normally hated, but didn't even pay any mind to now. She simply stared, her eyes as intense and determined as before, now simply locked on his crotch as he obeyed.

"Show me all of it. All of that, too"

She was a lady so she refused to utter certain words. But the vampire now understood, and soon, exposed himself. All of it. Celestia bit her lip. She wasn't entirely sure about what to think. She didn't even find it visually pleasant. In fact, she was pretty sure she disliked how they looked. And yes, when she tried to look away, she couldn't. Even as her brain told her how male genitalia clashed with the gentlemanly look she loved, there were other parts of herself that didn't let her look away. And those were harder to control than her brain. Or rather, Celestia wasn't as trained in keeping them in check.

"Do you wish for anything else, milady?"

The butler returned to his servile attitude and pose, but now, the impeccable, serious nature of it was broken because of his shameful privates. Celestia was angry with herself, and with him, for ruining the look. And yet, all she could think about was… those, and simply found herself unable to look away.

"Come closer."

He obeyed.

"Closer still. Come here"

He obeyed.

Celestia was somewhat intimidated. It… looked bigger up close. This close. She realized the fangs weren't the only thing that she should've been wary of. They were classless. But… she never backed down. Her left hand twitched, involuntarily, and had to hold herself back from reaching out. But then, she allowed herself to do it. First her black nails, then her fingers, reached his intimidating penis, and she touched it.

She didn't know why she had been scared, or impressed. Once she laid her fingers on it, she realized it was just… flesh. The same cold, pale flesh she enjoyed seeing elsewhere. Truly, there was nothing remarkable. But she kept on running her fingers through it. There was nothing inherently sexual about it, but rather, pure curiosity, and wonder. For such a seemingly simple body part, Celestia realized there was more than it seemed. She felt a vein, and the whole thing twitched once she pressed it with the fingertip. It pulsated when her palm encountered his tip. And she swore it grew bigger and thicker. How big could it grow to? She examined it close. Very close.

The smell was not what she expected. She had believed it would smell bad, or disgusting, but the smell was very pleasant. She had instructed her butlers to perfume their whole bodies, after all, and their immortal selves didn't sweat or get dirty like humans did. Still, she was surprised, and only stopped sniffing once her nose touched it, making her snap back, in realization. And the damn thing was bigger still. Worse. While before it was simply inelegantly dangling low, it was now raised, as if pointing at her accusingly. She reeled back for a second before straightening herself, for she wouldn't allow herself to be intimidated.

Her fingers had kept playing with his shaft, enthusiastically, and to try and draw attention away from it, her hand moved lower, to the big sack that still dangled underneath. She felt a small hint of disgusting, feeling hair on her hand. While trimmed to the point she couldn't see it despite how close she had been, she felt it with her fingers. And everything else… while she admitted the penis has aesthetic value once it was proudly extended to what she hoped was its maximum length, the balls were rugged and disgusting. And they were surprisingly heavy.

Celestia almost gasped, realizing that she simply hadn't stopped. Her hand seemed glued to those balls, copping their weight, trying to drag her fingers through them to make them smooth like his dick, but she could only do it as she actively stretched, so she was forced to do it constantly. On top of that, she had gotten so close again, to get a better view, that she almost poked out her eye with the massive thing, so she used her other hand now as well, to keep it out of the way… but now that her hand was there, she played with it as well.

She felt like she had blacked out. Soon, both of her hands were expertly playing with all of him. She was good with her hands, anyone who had played as many card games as she had would be, so she was getting the hang of it. She was more surprised at finding herself now actively pressing her nose against it, enjoying the perfume. She knew there was nothing to be embarrassed of, because those vampires were hers, and she could do with her things all she wanted.

After a while, she felt like she understood it completely, and merely perfected her technique. Her nose was firmly pressed against his dick, and her right hand now grasped his whole girth, and made jerking motions from the base of it to the very tip. His other hand massaged both balls simultaneously, while pulling them slightly. Even her stoic vampire reacted with vulnerability to her, and that became addicting. The only way her vampires were subservient were because of loyalty, as they were stronger than her. So seeing one of them brought low because of her own skill? It brought it back. The excitement of the gamble. Squashing her rivals in front of her because of her ability. This was not completely different, she thought. Her mask of lies slowly slipped, and the player inside her was joyful.

He eventually couldn't take it anymore. His balls, his dick, his whole body, as a matter of fact, reacted, and trembled. Celestia didn't realize immediately that after one of her strong jerking motions, he started cumming. It was entirely unexpected for her. As vampires, they simply didn't have the same bodily functions as humans, so she genuinely didn't expect anything to come out of there, for it to be so much, so dense, so sticky. It didn't just end up all over her hands, but also, because she had been smelling him from so close, some of it also ended up on her dress, and even her face.

Celestia had a minor freakout. And a not-so-minor one once she realized her precious dress's stains wouldn't come off easily or cleanly. She wanted to scream and get angry because he had done so without her permission or direct order. A shameless, perverted fountain had spurted all over her and that was unacceptable. But she managed to hide her feelings. She forced herself to. It was not a dignified reaction on her part. Thinking about it coldly, she had broken the immortal and every single drop of his cum was like a fortune-worthy poker chip. So in a fraction of a second, Celestia freaked out and forced herself back into a calm state and a cheery smile.

"Do you think a good servant would SULLY MY CLOTHES WITH HIS DISGUSTING FILTH!" Celestia yelled. She might not have calmed herself down completely.

"I am deeply sorry, my mistress", he said, and immediately knelt in genuine shame. "Milady's skill was too much for a lowly servant such as myself"

"YOU GOD DAMN BETTER BE SORRY YOU WORM-PIG. Crawl here!" she yelled as she stomped in front of her. He did so immediately, and she started stomping on his head. It didn't move an inch. It was still the head of a vampire, after all. Celestia had another one of her butlers clean up her hands and face, but when the cum stain of her dress left a noticeable mark, she stomped harder until she realized she was showing hints of her freakout. Therefore, she stopped stomping, calmed herself down again, and rested her feet on his back, using him as little more than a bench. "I will be willing to forgive you. Oh, my. I might be willing to admit this is partly my fault. While your own weakness is disgraceful, and noted, I might have underestimated my own skill. A miscalculation, to be sure"

The vampire didn't reply. He was probably too ashamed, Celestia looked down at the cum stains, and like a true gambler, decided it was time to go all in. She was already gonna need to subject that dress to a most intense cleanup, or to burn it entirely (she owned several identical copies on top of similar outfits), so she might as well get her hands dirty, literally and figuratively. It was a good time to test just how good she was, exactly.

Everything went smoothly once Celestia clarified the rule "I MUST give a warning before I cum". She chastised the vampire that she had relegated to footstool for not having thought of something as obvious as that himself. The next butler gave her ample time for her to point the thing elsewhere. But she admitted it was not as enjoyable when she didn't feel the cum rewarding her for her job, so for the next butler, she instead opted to cover the tip of his dick with both of her hands. For the next one, she pointed it upwards, so she could see how far it would shoot. Some of the cum fell on her dress again, but she had already accepted that possibility.

Only for the fifth one she tried to fight the obvious problem of the cum cleanup by shoving the dick inside her mouth. She wasn't entirely sure why. Perhaps because she knew that was something lowly, perverted peasants did. Maybe because, feeling herself capable of making them vulnerable once again, she wanted to turn the tables completely and be the one who could threaten to drink their bodily fluids. Regardless, Celestia Ludenberg prevented any unwanted stains completely.

It was a new feeling. The taste of the engorged dick inside her mouth was unlike any food she ever tasted. To begin with, it was so wide she had to open up her mouth almost as much as she could just to fit it in. Then, she had a gag reflex when it touched her tongue. And then, the blast of white seed inside her mouth made her gag again, but she held on to it, steadying herself by holding his crotch tightly, and couldn't help but swallow all. Once again, perhaps due to their inhuman nature, the taste wasn't what she expected. There was sweetness to is. It didn't displease her, although she felt the loss of dignity when she coughed afterwards.

The sixth butler started only with one of her now expert handjobs, but soon turned into a blowjob, as Celestia craved the taste again. At first, her technique didn't change from her handjob, she simply sucked the tip while doing it. She soon started playing with her tongue, as if she was trying to force him to give her a new load to taste. When he took his time, and was still not giving it to her, she got angry with him.

"Why do you take your sweet time with this? Do you like wasting mine?"

"I…"

But she didn't let him finish, and instead violently gripped his balls.

"It's in these, right? And you hoard it? You try to resist? If I order you to give it to me, then YOU GIVE IT TO ME"

Celestia started almost instinctively sucking on his balls as well, as if that would allow her to taste the cum faster. It was while she did this, aggressively, and continued jerking him off, that the butler gave her the warning, and with voracious abandon, she immediately sucked the dick to get her much desired reward. She might have gotten so much into it that she accidentally kicked or stepped on the vampire-footstool, but she was long past caring about that.

For the next one, she simply did not use her hands anymore, other than to steady herself by grabbing him. She simply used her mouth on the shaft, the tip, and the balls. This made her seek new techniques, and started sucking deeper, and deeper. She could go a bit beyond halfway through before she was forced to retreat, as her mouth was petite, and the dick was not. It took her longer than when she used her hands, for she still was holding back somewhat from the lingering feeling of shame of doing such a perverted thing. But she still got him as well.

Celestia sighed, and drank her tea, feeling it washing her mouth. One of the butlers helped her clean up. She let out a timid "oh my" when she realized that she had not been as tidy as she expected, and numerous stains now marked her dress. Her mouth was sore. She now realized she was soaked in sweat and what she could only assume was her own saliva, and a feeling of guilty disgust overflowed her, forcing her to stop.

"You!" she said, pointing at one of the closest butlers. He dutifully walked to her side.

"How may I serve you, milady?"

"I have now experienced firsthand the ecstasy a skilled mouth can bring. But now I want to feel it myself. Do it and serve your mistress"

"As you wish"

The vampire walked to the front of her, and to make room for him, Celestia kicked away the footstool vampire and told him to move out of the way. The new vampire was getting ready to kneel in front of her, but she instead raised both of her feet and tried to push him away. She smirked, teasingly, but the vampire simply grabbed her by the ankles and firmly, but gently, pushed them to the side. She tried to fight it, but the difference in strength was insurmountable. She was like a doll in his hands. Less than that. The realization brought her back to reality, but she was too horny to be able to stop anything.

Her butler lifted up her dress and he disappeared beneath it. Celestia couldn't see, as it was too long a skirt. She only felt him move, and a shapeless blob that made its way from under her, between her legs, to her only body part that was wetter than her mouth. She didn't know what to expect. Until she felt it.

Strong, powerful fingers gripping her thighs, as solid and unmovable as if she rubbed her thigh against a concrete wall, but were gentle, caring, and careful, as the vampires had always been with her. She felt his sharp fangs accidentally touching her for a mere moment, but it perked her up, knowing the danger, and yet, only making her more excited. But what really shook her to her core was his tongue. Celestia couldn't see what he was doing. But she now felt it. Not just on her lower lips, but throughout her whole body.

Sometimes she jumped, sometimes she squirmed, and sometimes she wanted to kick. But she couldn't do any of those against the iron grip. So she could only move her lower body, and she felt worse than useless. Had she been unable to move at all, she wouldn't be able to resist at all. But being able to flail around and making no difference just induced her with the sweetest despair. She tried to yank his head away, but she couldn't get a firm grip on him as he was still entirely under her dress.

He kissed sometimes. Licked sometimes. Other times, she had absolutely no idea what he was doing. She was moaning before she realized. The worst part was, she wasn't trying to, she was just opening her mouth to order him to stop, but she couldn't. The words never arrived. Her body had betrayed her. Her body, which knew her words could lie but her actions could not, would not let her use them. She was only ever able to utter the words "stop", but never once were they quickly followed by "don't". She still didn't realize her thighs were not trying to move away, but to clutch his head. Her hands were no longer trying to yank him away, but to keep him where he was. And her body was not shaking to try to get out, but to jump away from the chair and into him.

Her eyes went blank and she could only hear her own heartbeat, not even her own moans, that were now so loud and continuous she felt her voice breaking. She feared for her life. She knew she had experienced the ecstasy. In fact she could no longer remember any moment of her life in which she hadn't. But if this vampire was going to continue doing this until she ordered him to stop, and she was physically and mentally unable to give that order, was she going to die? She couldn't continue this for long, she knew that. Her body would break apart, like her brain was. She cursed but she only moaned. She closed her eyes and accepted it with dignity.

And then she stopped. What was only a few seconds felt like hours. What felt like it was going to kill her had only given her life. The only thing that didn't change was her inability to speak and to move. But when the vampire started standing up, her hands moved faster than they ever had to grab the bump inside her dress and push him down again. Her voice didn't order him to do it again, but he nevertheless understood the assignment.

Much, much later, Celestia was drinking comfortably her tea, while a new vampire worked underneath her dress. This one weakness, she had managed to overcome. She was now familiar enough with the feeling to be able to force herself to hide it. To keep her ultimate poker face and force her expression not to change. Of course, she couldn't stop her body whenever she had an orgasm, so she merely alternated quickly between fake composure and unchained ecstasy. Even she was forced to admit it would simply not be possible to hide this completely. So much like with the matter of her dress, she decided to go all in.

"Bite me", she managed to moan.

The vampire stopped. Couldn't be trouble to hear, because despite being underneath a big layer of dress, his hearing was superhuman.

"Bite me. SUCK MY BLOOD. DO YOU HEAR ME? IS THAT TOO..."

Her voice turned into a whimper when she felt it. His fangs. They pierced the soft, pale skin of her thigh and drew blood. He had obeyed. She had heard of the impossible pleasure of a vampire bite, but she had always been too scared to actually ask for it. But now, with her inhibitions completely thrown off the window, she had simply not been able to hold back. She was so sensitive at this point, that this new, overpowering feeling made her pass out for several seconds. This hurt. Way more than anything else she had experienced since she became the queen of the castle. But it also brought her unparalleled joy. Her cracked voice commanded him to stop and to eat her out again, which he did. Soon after, she asked him to bite her again, before quickly ordering him to change back. She lost the notion of time until she passed out for a longer time, and the butler stopped by himself.

When Celestia woke up, she was ashamed of her own weakness. Her whole body hurt, and the twin bite marks of her inner thigh most of all. The vampire responsible for it stood in front of her, with her blood still in his mouth. And something else, which she could only assume was her own wetness. She took deep breaths, as one vampire wiped the sweat off her brow, and another one fanned her. A third one gave her a drink to help her recover. Many expressed worries over her, and asked to stop. But she wasn't going to let anyone told her what to do. So she made an effort to stand up, only to immediately fall on her knees, and then, opened up the pants of the vampire that had her blood.

She was feral. It was revenge. It was… a reward. She wanted to make him suffer. She wanted to make him cum. She quickly tracked his dick and swallowed it whole, only forced to retreat when it grew bigger than she could take. But she didn't stop sucking him. She looked up at his face, his handsome face that was now even more handsome since it was covered in her. His piercing red eyes met her gaze, and she had no doubts anymore. She continued, like he had, and didn't stop until he came so much she couldn't swallow it all and had to spit some of it out.

She then wobbled back to her chair, and needed help to sit still. She had an unhinged expression on her face. She looked around. She needed another one. She took the tie of the closest butler, the one who had been cleaning her up, and forced him to get in front of her. She pressed both of her high heels against his crotch, and the order she had most longer wanted to give stormed out of her mouth with newfound strength.

"FUCK. ME"

He complied.

Her legs were spread wide open, and the vampire dealt with her dress with unmatched skill. His big, thick, long dick entered he body without her being able to see it. But once again, she felt it. She felt it to her core. She gasped for air and needed to hold onto something. The armrest of her chair and his tie had to do. She felt his hands, keeping her dress in place and gripping her hip. Their eyes locked, and he started pounding. Efficient. Careful. Impossibly strong. She had grown plenty used to how those felt in her hands and her mouth. But feeling it inside of her was brand new. There was once more pain. And then, once more, heavenly pleasure.

He was not too rough, actually, especially compared to how he could've been, but to the extraordinarily sensitive Celestia, even a whisper would've been to much, and the non-stop movement, inside and outside, simply rocked her world. The chair only held in place for two, maybe more vampires kept it in place, and she was so sweaty and slippery that even with her heavy dress she would've simply fallen off from anyone who was not a superhuman. He went slower when she asked him to, and also went harder when she ordered it.

"I will cum soon"

The words brought her back to reality too soon. What? Her hands and her mouth needed much more time to get the same result. Now? Celestia couldn't believe it, but his stronger, stiffer, and more infrequent pumps proved his word. So she tried to push him up by the tie, which didn't move him an inch, but signaled her desire, so he slipped out and took his throbbing cock near her face, where her instinct led her to cop it and take it, sucking another mighty load. Celestia now had trouble controlling her whole body, so she was surprised she could even do this still. She was not surprised she was barely able, and as a result, the mess it made, on her face and the dress, was entirely predictable.

She no longer waited anymore. She shoved this vampire aside, pushing him with her shoe and took another one. To take him she was forced to stand up, and before she could sit down on the chair she shoved him on it, making him sit, and she simply sat on him. Her hands undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

"You fuck me as well. Take off my dress. Faster. FASTER"

Celestia and the butler tried to take the dress off her. Unfortunately, her dresses were so complex, so meticulously crafted, they were anything but fast to take off. Because of it, and unable to comply with her orders quickly enough by undressing her the way she wanted, the vampire she was sitting on merely grabbed her dress around the chest area, and with his impossible strength ripped it open. Celestia was speechless. The vampire was too quick. She didn't have time to tell him to stop. Cum, sweat, and even blood soaked as it was, she wouldn't have been so quick in throwing it away.

Naked on top of his already hard cock, which she felt even through his pants, she could only move her hands to protect her stocking and her precious red shoes from suffering the same fate as her dress and her underwear, which were gone in seconds. She wanted to demand explanations, but he was once again too swift in taking off his pants, and before her question had started coming out of her mouth, he penetrated her from below. The question never came, unlike her.

Celestia was on top, riding, but she was no less of a doll for him. His hands were on her ass, grabbing it with inescapable force, making her continue even when she had no more strength. Celestia needed to hold on to something, and she could only do it with the back of the chair. From the outside it might have looked like she was the one riding back and forth, but it was only her body flailing around in his hands. And then she noticed it.

They had been there all along, but as she wasn't looking in their direction, she simply had forgotten. All of her butlers were there. Their impeccable looks. Their terrifying red eyes. And they all were fixated on herself. Her weak, pale, naked body jumping on top of a cock without will of her own. Even the vampires she had already dealt with were back with the others, having had enough time to clean themselves up to be presentable enough for her. All of them were still there. Dozens of piercing red stares examining her.

And she loved it.

Her doubts withered away. All those vampire butlers were hers. They had been obeying her every whim for hours. And they'd continue doing so. Her dream, all she had ever wanted, and she had it. Nervous laughter infected her, and she let it out instead of her senseless moaning, if only for a moment. Soon, she was not just merely used by her butler, but her riding was deliberate on her part. Soon, her hands were not on the chair, but on him. One around his neck, and the other one forcing his lips open, to show her his sharp fangs. She was now not just letting her weak back push her back, but she proudly bounced to give the other vampires a good look of her sweaty breasts. Her poker face gave way not to a defeated moaning mess, but a proud, smiling queen. When she came, she did it loud and clear, for everyone to hear. She was now not scared of looking at one of them in the eyes, but instead she stared them all down at the same time.

"I will cum soon", he warned.

"BITE ME", she replied.

The vampire, whose hands were glued to her butt, who forced her to grind on his dick deep inside her, simply bit away. He started with her breast. The ecstasy would've made her go blank before, but she now embraced it. Then he bit her neck. He did it sensuously, but she didn't feel the pain anymore, just the overpowering pleasure. He drank her blood with care when he fucked her without it. But she fucked back. And this time, when he came, he did it deep inside her, and this time, no drop fell out. Not of her blood, which he drank like it was the most intoxicating drug. Not of his cum, which she greedily claimed as her own.

Celestia Ludenberg slept soundly the whole day, for she got no rest during the night. She hugged the black pillows of her enormous bed without a care in the world. She had needed to do so much to get there. She had been forced to lie, especially to herself. She had been forced to play a murderous game. But she always won. It was only fair she enjoyed her just reward. She dreamed of nothing, for her dream was waiting for her to wake up.