Despite the discovery of a cure for the devastating sickness sixty-five years ago, the world still descended into the chaos of The Great World War. Those who survived the pandemic were not spared from the devastation of the nuclear attacks. There was a winner who emerged from the war—my father. He used the war-torn world as a platform for his capitalist ambitions, creating massive Elysium structures to attract the wealthy and powerful. Each of the large buildings was encased in a special film designed to absorb nuclear fallout, offering a safe haven for its inhabitants who were equipped with all the necessities for life. These sprawling buildings provide safe and comfortable living quarters for every cured person with the financial means to reside there.
America, am I right?
Though I live in the world’s grandest and most protected Elysium, my view is mainly limited to the confines of my opulent penthouse, rarely venturing beyond its walls. My father makes sure of that. His overprotective nature keeps me confined to my floor, never allowing me a moment of freedom.
A muffled knock, followed by the electronic beep of a key card, breaks the quiet of my apartment. Sipping my wine, I continue to gaze out the window beyond the large stone wall that protects us, knowing the small number of people with access to my penthouse couldn’t possibly pose a threat.
An annoying squeak from the door made my jaw clench, a sound I’d grown weary of despite my numerous requests to the maintenance team for repair. Within moments, strong arms wrapped around my waist, their grip firm and reassuring, and a hard chest pressed against my back. An intoxicating scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled the air as a head of slick brownhair brushed my shoulder. Two soft lips met the curve of my neck, and a warm caress melted me into the moment.
“Happy birthday,” Gabe cooed in my ear. Goosebumps sprang up on my arms as the frigid air from his breath brushed against my skin.
“Not quite,” I corrected, my body leaning into his. “The first frost always comes on my birthday, half a week before winter.”
Gabe nods, his chin resting on my shoulder, following my gaze. “I felt it coming in the air, the chill always bites before it comes.”
When my father and I were released from the hospital, Gabe was already ill, and tragically, his parents both succumbed to the same sickness. We wept together, hearts heavy with the loss of our parents, but I was determined to use the newfound cure to save him.
And I did.
When I moved into Elysium, Gabe asked my father if he could be my personal bodyguard; no one else would do a better job at protecting me than him. My dad wholeheartedly agreed, and I couldn’t imagine anyone else living in this fucked up world with me. Over the years, our relationship only deepened, growing ever more entwined as we spent so much time together.
The sex is an added perk.
I spun around, turning to face Gabe. His glittering brown eyes and playful smirk made my knees weak. His skin was a mixture of rich brown hues that gleamed in the sunlight, and his physique was practically divine. I was pulled into his embrace, the strength of his arms surrounding me with one hand resting on my back, while the other gently lifted my chin. His touch sent shivers down my spine. Our lips met, delicate and sweet, but then quickly blossomed into a ferocious intensity as his tongue danced with mine.
His hand tightened on my back, pulling me closer, while his other hand gently brushed a stray strand of black hair from my face. Our tongues wrestled and intertwined, a passionate battle fought within the confines of our joined lips.
I loved kissing him. I couldn’t get enough of it.
A mischievous glint crossed his eye. “Do we have time?”
I nodded, and a wide smile formed on his lips as he pushed me against the dining room table, his groin poked against the inside of my thigh. My body trembled thinking about him, yearning for him. Our lips remained locked as I frantically tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. The afternoon sun painted his skin, highlighting every contour of his body. I put my lips to his chest, his nipples hardening with the cool of my breath.
I tugged at the sash of my robe, the fabric bunching in my hands. With a final, frustrated jerk, it gave way, tumbling to the floor and revealing my naked form to his gaze. A look of lust crossed his face, and his eyes gleamed with desire as he scanned me. Leaning against the table, I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his pants and drew him closer between my legs. I knew in this moment that I was his god.
And he worshiped me.
With a deliberate tilt of my head, I let him know exactly what I was searching for. Desire coursed through me, leaving a tingling trail of electricity along every nerve. The soft touch from his lips brushed my neck, followed by a sharp sensation as he sucked until my skin turned purple. I needed this. A strangled moan escaped my lips, and I knew he heard it because immediately after, his teeth sank into my flesh, piercing my fragile skin with agonizing sharpness.
Did I mention we were vampires?
“Suck me,” I whisper, letting it come out as almost a breath, or else I’d let out an almighty moan from the back of my throat.
Gabe didn’t need further prompting. His fangs sank deeper into my neck, drawing a crimson trail that painted his mouth. Every cell in my body thrummed with a primal fear, drawn towards the sharp, metallic bite of the fangs that were draining me. It was as though a thousand tiny insects were crawling under my skin, each one a whisper of pure delight, their movement an intoxicating wave of ecstasy.
Gabe wrapped one strong hand around my cock and began stroking. The rhythmic friction paired with his fangs in my neck caused my breath to deepen, and I closed my eyes, sensing all the blood flowing to Gabe’s member. His manhood gradually swelled until it was fully erect, sending shivers of anticipation through my body.
A smirk played on his red-stained lips as the weight of his thick cock pressed against me. Lifting me, his fingernails dug into my lower back. The sharp sting of pain was a welcome distraction from the intoxicating thrill I just savored.
“Do you want this dick?” Gabe’s voice growled in my ear between his heavy breaths.
After an affirmative moan escaped my lips, he flipped me onto my stomach, my hips resting precariously on the edge of the dining room table, the cold wood pressing into my skin. Hearing the familiar click from a bottle of lube, he grabbed the base of his cock and entered me. Stifling a moan, I bit my lip as he eased his way into my core.
“What a good boy you are,” he cooed.
Whenever we were intimate, Gabe’s approach was direct and focused, without any unnecessary delays. Vampires often feed while engaging in sexual activity because their arousal diminishes once all the blood collected from their host is consumed or redirected. The quick and intense lovemaking was aimed at reaching climax before losing arousal.
Once he was fully inside me, Gabe’s eyes rolled in his head, taking a few intentional strokes. Immediately after, he pushed against me forcefully, extinguishing any sense of romance or desire. I knew every move he was going to make by the sound of his breathing and body language.
