There was another one of the men I had picked out. He was sitting on a couch watching his friend as a vampire was riding him. He was clearly enjoying the show they offered him, and I thought how this would be a good place for me to take my next drink.
Walking up behind him, I smiled at the woman mounted on the human. She bowed her head and then rolled her eyes as she clearly hit a good spot. “He’s yours for the taking,” she managed to whisper a moment later. “I have my toy right here between my legs.”
“I see that.” I smirked and wrapped my arm around the watcher. I used my other hand to turn his head to the side to make my access easier. Mesmerized by the show, he barely acknowledged me.
I sank my fangs into the tender flesh. The first mouthful almost drove me to orgasm, and I pulled harder, but then I forced myself to let the blood drip down my throat. I would be blood drunk and stuck with a dead man if I gave in to it.
It was easy to see, as I sipped this perfect man’s blood, why they didn’t want to kill anyone anymore. There were males and females throughout the room who clearly waited for this night to reconnect with a human whose blood had called to them. The Blood Rite was the chance for people to resample the tastes of those who had intrigued them. It wasn’t unusual for a vampire to find a human they found particularly tasty. In ages past, those humans were captured and turned into blood slaves. No more—this was the replacement for that. Blood freely given tasted better than chained chattel, even if we did still have those.
This man was wonderful on the palate. I could feel the slight tingle of actual drunkenness slipping through my veins. He groaned as I drank—and that didn’t help me, especially as I felt him grinding against the couch arm where he was perched.
I pulled back from his vein and whispered in his ear, “Go ahead. Take your cock out. Pleasure yourself.”
He eagerly pulled his hard cock out and fisted himself. I paid him no mind and went back to just tasting him, taking my pleasure from his flavors. I could feel his body moving, and it took all I had to not hop up on the couch arm with him and grind myself to orgasm. His body sparked hot a few moments later as I gifted him a particularly deep draw from his vein.
He shuddered as he came, and the flavor of his blood changed again.
This drug was marvelous.
Trying to turn his head, I held him still and sealed my bite. “Thank you. Quite tasty, young man. You’ll find another tonight who will bring you more pleasure. Put your cock away, and enjoy yourself finding her.”
How debauched could I get without actually finding my own dick to ride? Could I hold out the whole night? Or would I end up riding the couch arm…or maybe a convenient hand?
I made it a personal challenge.
Adelie was on a couch in the far corner, her costume disheveled and hiked up. It wasn’t quite enough to show her off to the world, but the world wouldn’t have cared at that moment. Most of them were doing exactly the same thing she was. She had picked a very good specimen, and she was enjoying herself. Thoroughly.
“Oh, Gwen.” She sighed. “You should taste this one. I waited for him this year. The way the punch makes him taste…” Her undulations over this man never stopped as she spoke, and for someone who could be shy—for a vampire—about her sexual proclivities, I wondered how much of the drugged blood she’d had.
I smirked. “Save him for me.”
She put a hand on my arm to stop me from walking away. “No, taste him. Now.”
“You’re…” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure?”
“Mmm. He’s tasty, and he needs to come. I’ve finished three times up here.”
I giggled. She was very, very drunk.
I sat next to the man on the couch and checked him out. He wasn’t particularly handsome, but there was something about the strong features that was highly appealing. He had a lustful look in his eyes, stuck there almost. He was enjoying Adelie as much as she was enjoying him.
I stated conversationally, “My friend tells me your blood is delicious.”
He smiled. “She said the same to me. I do know her pussy is amazing.”
I took his arm and put it on my lap, deciding I would wind him up first. Lazily tracing circles around the skin on his wrist, I sought out the pulse with my finger first, and then slowly stroked my thumb over it. Bringing the wrist to my mouth, I changed from circling with my finger to using the tip of my tongue to create the same pattern. His breath beat in his chest as he watched me, his eyes wide.
Moving from the tip of my tongue to the broader part, I licked the salt from his skin. Even that tasted good, and I suspected I’d had a lot of blood, as well. Dropping my fangs as he watched, I scraped across his skin to where my thumb hadn’t stopped stroking his pulse and then pressed them down to the vein just below his skin. I wrapped my lips around the small wounds and pulled lightly on his blood.
“Sh-sh-shit,” he stuttered, and his eyes rolled back and closed. “Oh, shit. Again.”
With the taste of his blood, I had no problem complying. He was the flavor of perfectly prepared chocolate soufflé. A raspberry cream. A chocolate sorbetto. A hint of the finest figs, all with an underlying scent of male and man. This one probably had a vampire sire in his family somewhere, and they were long, long down the line, but the spice there was unmistakable.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he hissed.
I licked between each hard draw. He gasped and thrashed anew. This one liked a touch of pain with his pleasure, and I was happy to help. Adelie’s breathing sped up with her fourth approaching orgasm, and I wanted him to give her the best climax.
I drove my fangs in deep and drew on his vein as hard as I could without breaking him.
