The silk of the new designer shirt felt like a second skin, a far cry from the cheap polyester of his thrifted wardrobe. Oscar stood in his freshly scrubbed apartment, adjusting the collar of a deep charcoal button-down. He'd paired it with tailored black trousers and leather Doc Martens that made him look tall, dark, and dangerous.
[Mmmmm you look absolutely scrumptious... I'd highly suggest taking some new photo sets for the Nightwalker fangirls.]
Oscar agreed, after all his little shopping spree had wiped out his new gains. He setup his tripod facing his bed and setup the new DSLR camera on it. Oscar sprawled across the bed with the predatory ease of a panther, letting the camera capture the sharp, marble-like definition of his new frame.
[Now for the moneymaker, whip that cock out and really get 'em going.]
Lillith's voice was hoarse and breathy. Are you sure these photos are for my fans or are they for you?
[Two birds, one cock, something like that yeah?]
Oscar dimmed the lights, casting the room in a bruised, amber glow. He hit record and sauntered back into the frame, the lens drinking in his silhouette. His hand moved up and down the front of his trousers, slowly revealing the outline of his girth through his tight trousers. Losing himself to the moment, he growled and slowly brought down his zipper releasing his throbbing member. Oscar stroked himself slowly making sure the camera could see him pleasuring himself. Deciding that should be enough to stoke the fire of his devoted fans, he stopped the recording and tucked himself away. Oscar removed the SD card and slid it into his new laptop.
Lillith provided color commentary on what to caption the pictures and how to edit his first home video. Oscar hit post and leaned back in his chair eagerly waiting. A storm of notifications rang through his laptops speaker and he smiled viciously watching the money pour in.
[Check your inbox, I wonder what those randy housewives have been sending you.]
Oscar scrolled through several messages from women begging him to fuck them, dozens of nudes, and a few just offering to throw money at him for more exclusive content. One message caught his eye. A user named SwimmerMommy had sent him a very interesting video. She was pumping a veiny dildo into her ass moaning like a whore. His crotch tightened again and he swiftly released his cock. Watching her ravage herself, he enjoyed the taut lines of her athletic form. Oscar stroked himself rapidly as his breath quickened. The video came to a torturous end as she removed the dildo and slapped it on her pert B cups. The mysterious woman whispered, "it could have been you inside me baby."
Hearing those lascivious words, Oscar could not contain himself and started furious stroking himself until he shot thick white ropes on his desk, narrowly missing his brand new laptop. He took a few moments to catch his breath and then wiped off his cum.
[Haven't seen you get that worked up in a while. Did that slut really get you riled up?]
Oscar detected a hint of jealousy in her voice, but paid it no mind. That she did, but I was more interested in who she might be? You said fate smiles upon vampires? SwimmerMommy. High-intensity athlete. Resentful. Wealthy. The timing is too perfect. She's Lydia Thorne.
[Oh my you might be right. But beware being beloved by Fate is not all sunshine and rainbows. You will also meet powerful foes that stand in your way following Fate's chosen path.]
Here goes nothing. He typed up a message reading, "I'd like to take you up on that offer. Meet me at the Centurion Country Club at 5. Let's see if SwimmerMommy really knows her way around a pool..." The ding of the outgoing message sent, Oscar started planning what he would need for this. Well I guess a membership would be a start. I'll need something suitably slutty to wear to sell this honey pot.
[Ahem... if I may. I think just a tight little speedo would suit you for your needs.]
Once again, Oscar heard her voice hitch as if she was getting horny just picturing it. Shrugging it off, Oscar headed down to purchase a speedo. He opted to walk, knowing his casual stride could outpace any vehicle slogging through traffic.
After picking up a crimson red speedo, Oscar found himself in front of a staggering skyscraper with an intricately carved marble C hanging off of it. The Centurion Country club was an innovative concept. Some rich fogey must have been tired of schlepping off to the hills to go play golf and smoke cigars so he made this. Each floor was a different extravagance. The Club had a bowling alley, driving ranges, batting cages, an olympic pool, massage floor, sauna, among several other amenities. There were rumors that the CEOs used the top floor for shady prostitution and other unsavory desires, but Oscar wasn't here for pleasure. He was here for business. Even if that business happened to include rearranging Lydia's guts.
Oscar strode in confidently with his Louis Vuitton duffle hanging casually off his shoulder. He walked up to the receptionist and asked to buy a membership. The woman eyed him down hungrily and bit her lip. She remembered where she was and routinely replied, "The initiation fee is 25k and you will be signed up for a year long membership with annual fees due every September 15." He didn't blink at the price. Twenty-five thousand dollars was a steep entry fee to most, but to Oscar, it was just the cost of a front-row seat to Marcus Thorne's execution.
Oscar posed for a picture and left with a brand new member card. He asked the elevator attendant, what floor the pool was on. The man replied "47th floor" and opened the elevator for him. Before he got off, Oscar removed a 100 dollar bill and tipped the attendant.
The pool area was an architectural marvel, smelling of expensive ozone and chlorine. Oscar had changed into his speedo and had a towel wrapped around his waist to preserve his modesty.
[Modesty my ass you punk. You just want your towel drop moment in front of the babe.]
Guilty as charged, Oscar acquiesced. He made his way to the far end of the pool, seeing waves being churned by its lone occupant. At the far end of the lane, a woman sliced through the water with lethal, Olympic grace. Her sunflower-yellow bikini was a bright spark against the turquoise water, clinging to a body built for speed and endurance. The skin tight bikini paired well with the strands of honey blonde hair peeking out from her swimmer's cap. Oscar decided to sit down at the end of her lane and watched her make her way back towards him.
She finished a lap and pulled herself up onto the tile, the water cascading off her athletic frame. Oscar watched the water bead off her skin, tracing the powerful lines of her thighs. She caught him staring and planted her hands on her hips, her gaze sharpening into a glare that would have withered a normal man. "You gonna keep eyeing me like a prime rib or are you gonna introduce yourself perv?"
Oscar paused for a moment and understood her confusion. She had never seen his face before and didn't recognize him. Oscar languidly stood and stepped closer to her. He let the towel slip. It pooled at his feet as he stepped closer, closing the distance until the scent of her chlorine-damped skin filled his lungs. Lydia's breath hitched, her eyes dropping to his crotch as her eyes widened like saucers. She couldn't take her eyes off his hardening dick. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I think the introductions are already out of the way... SwimmerMommy."
The woman leaped back in shock and her eyes darted around the room checking for any company. Seeing none, she sighed and stepped back into his reach. "Well, I must say I didn't expect you to actually show up here, NightWalker. I guess OnlyFans must pay pretty well." She smirked at him and ran a hand over his sculpted shoulder.
Oscar grabbed her hand and shoved it roughly against his bulge. "You can call me Oscar. After all we're going to get to know each other very well..."
She was taken aback by his boldness, but was eager to please. She rubbed his bulge hungrily and soon his enlarged tip was peeking out over his waistband. She bit his earlobe and whispered sultrily, "You can call me Lydia, but I'd prefer if you called me something a bit darker..."
Oscar grabbed her shoulders and her legs lifting her into a princess carry and carried her into the girl's locker room. He used the walk to get a sense for her current feelings. Lydia was much more complex than anyone he had scanned so far. Her aura was a chaotic storm, a bruised purple of neglect clashing with the jagged red of a woman who had been starving in a palace of gold. Marcus hadn't just cheated on her. He had hollowed her out. The only time they had fucked was on their honeymoon, but it wasn't satisfying for Lydia. She had a shame hidden in the core of her desires, something she was afraid to admit.
Oscar smirked feeling his fangs protrude as he got a sense for what she was looking for. He let his hands roam over her body, groping her breasts and ass as he carried her. He deposited her on a wooden bench and hungrily stared at her. "I can do dark, but tell me would you like a safeword darling?"
Her eyes sharpened with need and her face flushed with unbidden shame. "No... master," she whispered.
"I love an obedient little whore. Now keep that swimsuit on and crawl over to me like a dog."
[Ooooh I'm loving this new side of you, Oscar. Make sure you tease this one, I can tell she likes having her pleasure denied from her.]
Just enjoy the show Lillith, I know what I'm doing. Oscar watched as she obeyed him and made her way to up. He cupped her chin and forced her to stare up at him. Removing his hand, he drew back his other hand and slapped her fiercely on the cheek. Lydia moaned and her eyes sparkled. "Good girl. Now pull down my speedo with your teeth, but nothing more than that."
Lydia's face flashed with embarrassment again but was quickly replaced by a long suppressed desire. She let her hot breath hit his bulge and with agonizing slowness pulled down his speedo with her teeth. Lydia's eyes were locked in on his hardening cock.
Oscar held himself back and knew he had to really put in some work into her. He reared his hand back again and slapped her other cheek. Lydia moaned again rubbing her thighs together. Oscar grabbed his girthy cock and slapped it into her face leaving splatters of precum on her reddening face. Oscar knew she was dying to taste him and decided to make her wait a bit longer. "Crawl back to the bench, slowly. Get on it and start rubbing yourself through your swimsuit. If you disobey me, I will punish you. I have no need for a disobedient slave."
Lydia's breath hitched with panic and she crawled back to the bench, exaggerating her moments so Oscar could enjoy her ass swaying behind her. Oscar followed her and stood right next to her, his cock poking her cheek as she started methodically teasing herself. Pleased with how well she had listened, Oscar placed his cock under the band of her top. He slid his member between her breasts and squeezed the two handfuls around his cock. "Hold those little titties in place for me and open your mouth. I expect you to suck as much as of it as you can while I fuck your tits."
Not waiting for a response, Oscar started thrusting vigorously. He enjoyed the feeling of her soft boobs pressing into his cock forced in place by her tight swimming top. Eager to obey, she had had mouth open ready to receive the head of his cock at the top of his thrust. Oscar continued for several moments, relishing in the utter domination.
Oscar gripped the back of her head and spat in her mouth. He smirked watching her swallow it so willingly. He pulled his length out from her breasts and slapped it on her waiting tongue. "Use your words for me. What does my little slut want from me?"
Lydia struggled to speak with his cock resting on her tongue and his hand holding her head in place. She stammered, "Please shove your fat veiny cock into my mouth and use me Daddy."
The words triggered some long forgotten instinct in Oscar, or maybe it was his predatory vampiric instincts rearing their head. He placed both hands on the sides of her head and rammed his whole length down her throat. He could feel her struggling to accommodate him as the warm wet flesh of her mouth and tongue enveloped him completely. She was trying to swirl her tongue across the bottom of his cock. Oscar pulled his length out of her admiring the saliva dripping off him. Lydia gasped for air hungrily and stared at him, worship and need visible in her eyes. He obliged her unspoken question and slammed back into her throat, pulling back and repeating the violent movement. He found a rhythm and continued to facefuck her until tears ran down her eyes.
Oscar slammed her head down into his crotch until he felt that familiar tightening in his balls. He pushed her all the way down ignoring her need to breathe and shot several spurts of cum down her throat. Lydia nearly gagged trying to swallow the flood of semen, but managed admirably. He stroked her hair softly and pulled out of her. "I love submissive sluts like you Lydia. Always so eager to please. So tell me, what sad excuse of a husband has been neglecting you like this?"
Lydia wiped saliva and dregs of cum off her face as her face darkened. "My so called husband only married me for the fame. I was a gold medalist, two Olympics ago... He was charming and obscenely rich, so I decided to give it a go. The money's nice, but he's such a pussy in bed. All he ever wants is fucking missionary and he can't handle me."
Oscar smiled menacingly. I've got her. "Well if that's the case. Sure would be a shame to leave after only fucking one of your holes."
"WHAT?! You can't leave.... please I mean please master don't leave me after just a taste of you. I can be better. Anything you want, I'll give it to you." Lydia begged so eagerly and Oscar's lips curled up again.
"Give me everything you have Lydia. I'll treat you right, but you'll be mine. Do you accept this proposal?" Oscar outstretched a hand to her and she took it.
[My oh my. You sure are a natural Oscar. Didn't even need my help this time. Now seal the deal and make her a thrall. Finish inside her and bite her. She's already ripe for the taking.]
Oh trust me I was gonna finish inside her regardless, but thanks for the tip. "That's a good girl. He stroked her hair gently and scooped her up again. Oscar made her stand against the countertop where the sinks were. He eyed their reflections in the mirror, frowning realizing he had forgotten something. "Take that silly swimsuit off now. But do it nice and slow for me."
Lydia gleamed with excitement and with slow sensual movements she stripped off her swimsuit. Oscar clapped his hands on her tight ass and pulled her into him, shoving his cock between their bodies. He reached down and passionately kissed Lydia until she melted in his arms. He gripped her waist roughly and turned her around. He placed a palm on her back and pushed her down into the counter. She wiggled her ass enticingly ready for him. Oscar placed the tip of his cock on her velvety folds and teased her. Lydia moaned again trying to push herself onto him, but he held her back.
Oscar spanked her mercilessly until both of her asscheeks were red and bearing his hand print. "Seems like you forgot your place again. I'm in control here and you're my fucktoy." He emphasized his point by wrapping his hand around her throat and choking her. "Say it."
She gulped, "I'm your fucktoy, Daddy. Please ruin me and stuff me with your fat cock. Please. Please. Please."
Oscar wasn't the type of man to leave a woman waiting, but he paused. He lifted his penis from her pussy and set it against her tight asshole. "That video of yours got me curious. Shall I start with your ass first, princess?"
Lydia's whole body shook as she ached with wanton need. "Please I can't wait any longer. FUCK ME!"
Oscar chuckled and obliged of course. His cock was still coated in her saliva, so he showed her no mercy. He shoved his dick into her asshole as far as she could take it. Three inches of his cock was now wrapped inside her struggling against her taut walls. He seesawed out of her and rammed himself back in managing to get another inch inside her. Oscar grunted and repeated that same motion until all seven of his newly improved cock was buried hilt deep in her ass. He reached down and fondled her clit as he methodically pulled his cock all the way out of her. Her asshole gaped and he didn't give her any room to breathe as he slammed his whole length back into her. She shrieked and gripped the marble countertop with white knuckles.
Oscar enjoyed watching their reflection in the mirrors, closely watching Lydia lose herself to pleasure. He jackhammered into her over and over again until her whole body went rigid. Her tight walls clenched onto him like a vise as an orgasm hit her like a tsunami. Lydia's body shuddered and she collapsed to the countertop. Pleased with his efforts, Oscar quickened his pace until all one could hear was the slapping of his balls onto her ass. He buried himself inside fully and let himself cum again. He pulled out his cock and watched as his semen dripped out of her ass.
Oscar lifted her off the counter again and brought her back to the bench. Her eyes were unfocused and she couldn't shake the grin off her face. He slapped her again until she recovered her senses. She wrapped herself around him and ground her soaked pussy into his cock. "Again," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please... I need more."
Oscar smiled and kissed her passionately. "Well when you ask me like that, how could I say no? But I think I've done enough work here today. If you want a creampie so bad, you'll have to earn it."
Lydia had stopped listening after creampie. She raised her hips up and in one smooth motion, impaled herself on Oscar's member. Her violent moans and insatiable horniness brought another twisted smile to Oscar's face. He leaned back enjoying her ministrations. She panted heavily and continued raising and dropping herself on his cock. Oscar could tell she was flagging and decided to lend her a hand. He brought his hands to her supple hips and grabbed her fiercely. Lydia was grateful to get a rest, but didn't realize what he had in mind. He stood up, with his cock buried inside Lydia, and walked them out of the locker room.
She buried her face in his shoulder shining bright red with shame. "What if someone sees us?"
Oscar replied by thrusting into her. "Let them watch. They can see what an obedient cocksleeve you are." There was no one by the pool, but judging from how Lydia clenched around him being out in the open, he didn't think she would have minded. Oscar raised her up and slammed her back down on his cock. He paid no mind to her slutty moans and intense breathing. He fucked her like an object. Slamming her down on himself repeatedly, Oscar's prey nearly lost consciousness. He slowed down giving her a moment to catch her breath.
Deciding she was ready, he hurriedly railed her tight pussy like his life depended on it. Feeling her walls clenching again, he knew she was ready to cum. He slammed He drove into her one last time, pinning her against his chest as he sank his fangs deep into the junction of her neck and shoulder. The copper tang of her blood hit his tongue, and the world exploded into a kaleidoscope. He held her in place as she spasmed on his cock as he coated her with his white spunk. Oscar felt the flow of her desire and worship enter his body. The surge of power was different to any past feeding. He felt the power churn his very cells bringing him a little closer to becoming a Scion.
[Well done my dark prince. Not even a Scion yet and you've already acquired a thrall. Almost enough to make a timeless vampire shed a tear. Now get her cleaned off and bring her back to your place.]