smell of sex was everywhere. It invaded my senses like a drug, making my fangs ache as they pressed their way against my gums trying to slip free and sink into someone’s flesh. I shook my head, trying to rid the need from my mind, knowing now that something else was going on in here.
This wasn’t just a sexual playground, but more like a fucking prison…literally! It was as if my reasons for trying to want to leave here became muddy and fogged, as I could feel my cock straining against…fuck, but what was I doing naked?!
It looked as if I hadn’t just been stripped of my wings, but my entire vessel had returned back to looking like that of a mortal man. I looked back up to see where I had slipped through to find the ceiling above me had been transformed into a glass window. The banquet for one continued and after first granting me a cocky wink, Asmodeus dipped his head in between the girl’s thighs and went to work on eating what her creamy pussy was offering.
“Get it the fuck together, Luc!” I snapped at myself having to once again shake my head free of this fucked up control, knowing I was stronger than this. I was stronger than…
“Oh fuck” I muttered as suddenly the glass door in front of me swung open and out walked a line of beauties that made my mouth water. No! There was only one I wanted, and none of them were her! I continued to tell myself this over and over again, even as each approached the bed and started to climb on. At first, I started to shrug off each hand that touched me, with fingertips trailing their tantalising nails up my legs and over my shoulders.
“No! I don’t want this!” I snapped, closing my eyes and trying to break free from this sexual war inside me, one where my body was responding against my will.
“Oh, but you do, my Lord.”
“They all do.”
“You will see.”
“Let us help you relax.”
“Let us pleasure you.”
All five silky smooth voices seemed to purr this sexual mantra in a string of sentences, ones that all promised the thing my body wanted the most. That sweet release by sinking my cock into a willing vessel’s tight hole, for right now I wasn’t picky on which. I just needed it. I just needed to dominate a body, using it in the most sinful way and punishing it as I pushed it to its limits. I just needed to fuck an open wet mouth, gagging them on my heavy cock, one I could feel seeping with pre-come. Blonde, brunette, redhead, or fuck even the white-haired beauty that was rising up between my legs, it didn’t matter, they were all ripe for the taking.
But then there was also that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, clawing at me, like when my demon was trying to break free and take control. It became a consistent pounding in my head and the second I reached out and touched one of the breasts being offered up to me, it scalded me. It was burning against my skin when there was no flame to speak of.
I tried to make sense of it all.
“What’s the matter Vampire, am I not to your liking?” The blonde asked as she moved to straddle my stomach before cupping both breasts this time and holding them out to me like an offering. I started to shake my head as the feeling of dread began to consume me, making my mind spin. Was I fucking drunk?
Gods, had it been…the fucking wine?!
I looked up to see that Asmodeus was now looking down at me, the cream on his face being wiped off by a napkin in a servant girl’s hand. Her other hand was down his loose fitted trousers he wore clearly jacking him off. But he was looking directly at me, as if trying to see inside my soul not simply getting off on the sight of having me a prisoner to his sick idea of a show. My mind started to clear somewhat, doing so enough to turn my head against the breasts that were pressed to my lips. I squirmed beneath the bodies trying to touch me, feeling everything in that moment was wrong.
It was so fucking wrong!
“Why do you still fight it, Lucius…after all…” he paused to raise his glass up at me and said before taking a sip,