Elara’s fingers are entwined in mine. She is watching me intently, her eyes locked onto my face, watching me with a curious smile. She knows how aroused the blood is making me, and I can feel the heat between my legs getting warmer. My panties feel damp, and my breasts are tingling, a feeling I get when I know I am getting turned on.
I have to admit, Elara has made me masturbate more than I care to think about.
She is a constant torment. She has always taken great delight in the power that she holds over me, reminding me of my position beneath her. She likes the way I blush and the way my voice trembles when she has me alone, when she pins me against the wall, her lips touching my skin in such a tender and intimate way.
I know she can smell my excitement; my body betrays the way I feel about her, and I hate her for being able to use it against me like she does. Her fingers trace my cheek as the glass leaves my lips. She smiles down at me, her eyes locked on mine, and she smiles.
“You are one of us now.”Her lips brush mine. The softness of her touch sends shivers through my body, and my eyes close for just a moment. My body is tingling from head to toe. I feel like I’m on fire; my whole body is burning up as the blood in my veins starts to change.
My family has waited a very long time for this, the night when they can finally tell me who I am and who they all really are. Tonight is the night I become one of them, and this blood…it tastes so good…it tastes so rich.
My eyes roll, and the world around me seems to be swimming. I can hear a roaring sound in my ears, my heart beating so hard that my whole body trembles. I can feel my pulse beating like a drum, I feel dizzy, and the entire room seems to tilt around me. I feel my eyes starting to water, and tears roll down my face as my body shakes and shudders. Arms embrace me, and I know that it is my mother. Her arms are warm, and I can smell her sweet perfume as her lips kiss my cheek. She has the same look as Elara on her lips, that knowing, wicked little smile that tells me they are all in on a joke I am not part of.
“Oh, my dear, sweet Isolde…you have made us so very happy, darling…” Her lips become more feverish as she searches for my mouth, pushing my neck towards her. I try to resist, but the pull is strong. Her hands cupping my face, her fingers caressing my cheeks as she presses her lips against mine.
My body feels weak, drained, and empty as she kisses me, her tongue probing, seeking my mouth, and pushing inside. My mother moans softly, the sound filling the room, and I feel my body tremble as her fingers stroke the side of my neck, my pulse hammering in my head as she kisses me. “Child, I have been waiting for this moment since you were a baby.” Her lips whisper to me. I feel my body respond to her touch, lips, and tongue, searching for my mouth.
Her fingers grip my throat, her fingers tightening, making me gasp. M…mother…please…” I beg, my body shaking as she forces me down onto my knees. Her hands grip the back of my head as she pulls me towards her, my lips finding her thigh. My mother has always had a strict rule of dress. Her daughters are to always wear a very elegant, formal black dress with white trim. She has never been a woman of modern fashion.
Her dress is long and flowing, the fabric soft. The hem falls to her ankles, just covering her high-heeled shoes. I feel her hand stroke my face as her lips press against my forehead.
“You are a woman now, my sweet girl. And I will teach you everything you need to know.” Her fingers grip my chin, tilting my face upwards as she kisses my lips. Her eyes are soft and full of love, the look a mother would give her child.
But there is also a look that I am all too familiar with, that look of power, that look that tells me I am nothing but her property.
“Yes, Mother,” I whisper as her hands move down my chest. My heart hammers against my chest, and my pulse quickens as I feel my body respond to her touch.
My mind races as my body shivers and trembles. What is it my mother wishes to teach me?
I have always wondered what my family’s secret was. Elara has told me that we are all vampires, but this feels different. I thought vampires were monsters, beasts, but I feel different now.
My skin is tingling, and I can feel my pulse racing. My blood is burning in my veins, and I can feel my heart hammering against my ribs. I can hear the blood rushing through my body and my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
What does my mother want to teach me?I feel my mother’s lips move down the side of my face, her fingers pulling down the front of my dress, revealing my small, round breasts to the room. My nipples stiffen, and I feel a warm shiver run down my spine as I feel her mouth move down to my chest, her lips seeking my breast.”Mother…” I gasp. She looks up at me, her lips curling into a smile.
I have never been intimate with another person before. My mother has always been strict, very controlling, and domineering in everything I have done, and I have been a virgin all my life. I have been told to keep my chastity and never to allow any boy to take that away from me.
“My sweet little flower,” my mother says softly, her lips kissing my breast. You are so innocent and so beautiful. I want you to be my little flower for the rest of your life.”
Her tongue swirls around my nipple, and my body shakes as a wave of pleasure ripples through my body, making me whimper and gasp. I have always loved my mother, but I never thought she would do something like this, something that makes me feel like I’m losing control of myself.
“Please…stop…please…I’m not ready for this…I’m not sure I can take this…please…mother…”
Her mouth continues, ignoring my pleas. She looks up at me and smiles. Her lips kiss my skin, and her teeth gently nip at my nipple. Her hands slide down to the small of my back and pull me close, pressing me against her body as her lips seek out my breast again.
My heart pounds in my ears, and my blood rushes to my head. I feel light-headed and dizzy as her lips suck on my breast. Her mouth is warm and wet, and I can feel my heart thumping against my ribs. The sound of it deafens my ears. I have never felt this kind of pleasure before, and I feel as if I’m losing control; my body is trembling, and I can feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Elara, help me with our sweet child. It is time we gave her what she needs.” My mother’s voice is firm. She looks up at Elara, who is standing behind me. She is wearing a wicked and cruel smile on her beautiful face. She steps forward, her heels clicking on the marble floor, the sound echoing off the walls of the grand ballroom.
“Of course, mother,” She purrs, her eyes fixed on my body, watching me squirm. “She is a very innocent child. We will need to make sure we take her in hand properly.”
My mother looks at me, her eyes soft and full of love.
“Elara is such a good child; she deserves only the best.” Her lips move to my other breast, and I feel a shiver of pleasure run through my body. “She will make a beautiful little flower for us.” She smiles at Elara, and I feel a cold shiver of fear run through my body.
What is going on?I have no idea what is going to happen, but I have the distinct feeling that I am not going to enjoy it. I am used to the way Elara treats me, but my mother is different. She has never been cruel or unkind; she has always been a very loving mother. But the look on her face and how she treats me now is different. She looks like she wants to own me, control me, and possess me.
This is a different side of her, a side I am not used to and am not sure I like. Her mouth moves to my neck, and I feel her teeth graze my skin as she bites me gently; a sharp sting and I feel a rush of heat through my body, a sharp pain, and a warm feeling in my belly.
Her lips press against the side of my neck, and I feel her fangs sink into my flesh; the pain is sharp and quick, and my body tenses for a moment, and I let out a small cry of pain. But the pain quickly passes, and I feel a rush of pleasure course through my body. The pain is sharp, but it quickly fades into a dull ache, and I feel the heat rise in my belly, a deep, throbbing pleasure building in my body. I feel the wetness between my thighs, and I can’t hold it back anymore. My body is shivering and trembling with pleasure, a deep, dark pleasure that is building within me.
“Mother…”
“Shh, sweet girl. It will all be over soon.”Her mouth sucks at the side of my neck, and my blood trickles into her mouth. The sensation is strange, I can feel her mouth moving, and I can hear her soft moan as she drinks, the sound of her mouth sucking at my neck, and the feel of her fangs as they pierce my flesh; all of this sends a shiver of pleasure running down my spine. The pleasure between my legs is building, my pussy throbs with the pleasure, and my body trembles with desire.
I moaned as mother placed my hand over my pussy and began to stroke it through my thin cotton panties. Her touch was light at first, but soon her fingers pressed harder and deeper, rubbing my swollen clit through the material, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. My hips moved in time with her strokes, my body responding to her touch, and my juices soaked the thin material, leaving a wet stain on my panties. Mother continued to suckle at my neck, and I could hear the soft moaning sounds she was making. I felt her teeth sink into my flesh; the sharp, quick pain was soon replaced by a rush of pleasure that made me cry out. She held me tight to her, her body pressing against mine, her fingers still stroking my wet, swollen clit through the fabric.
“Oh god…oh god…” I moaned. The pleasure was overwhelming, building quickly, and I could feel the wetness between my thighs. My pussy ached, and I could feel my clit throbbing, a deep, throbbing ache that made me gasp with pleasure. My body was on fire, the pleasure building inside me. My pussy was dripping wet, and I knew I couldn’t hold it in much longer. I could feel my body start to shake and shudder; the pleasure was building inside me, a deep, throbbing ache that made me gasp and moan.
The orgasm hit me hard. My body shuddered, and I cried out in pleasure. The orgasm rushed through me, a wave of pleasure that made my body shake and shudder, the wetness between my legs flowing freely as my pussy clenched and pulsed.