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From Chrystal Heights hotspot The Zone:

Lori walked into The Zone.

She felt a surge of excitement as she moved past the Main Street section and through the door marking the area known as the Edge. Tonight was the next step. All she had to do was exercise a little discipline and she'd have a fresh start.

"Just speak with my master for an hour," Arabella had said. "Just one hour. Do so and your debt shall be forgiven."

That had been enough to convince Lori. Lori was several thousand dollars in debt to Arabella, so the offer to have that slate wiped clean spoke strongly to her. Although the money had been supplied through Arabella, there was no doubt as to the money's origin. After all, it was no secret that the strange girl Arabella was simply a thrall for Viktor.

Viktor Blackwood. Arabella's master.

Viktor Blackwood resided at The Chalice, a vampire-themed club located in The Zone. He claimed to be a vampire- or at least half-vampire- and although nobody took that kind of thing seriously, The Zone was a strange place and it didn't pay to underestimate anybody. And considering how he'd overwhelmed Arabella, Viktor had to have *something* going for him.

So Lori was going to meet with Viktor Blackwood at the vampire club Chalice.

*****

Lori strolled through the heavy, ornate doors of The Chalice.

She paused momentarily, taking in the ambiance of the gothic nightclub. Industrial music pulsed as she gazed over a sea of leather and lace. A wash of black and red, shadows and heat. Crimson lights bathing writhing bodies.

Lori moved through the crowd, heart hammering with anticipation. Her jeans and t-shirt were drawing curious looks, but she ignored them. Lori'd heard the rumors about this place, whispers of seduction and danger that appealed to her rebellious spirit. Although she didn't necessarily buy into stories of vampires and thralls, there was no denying the edgy excitement of walking through such a setting.

Lori made her way to the bar. Arabella was there, waiting for her, with her pale skin and blood-red lips.

The pierced and tattooed bartender leaned forward to hear her drink order. Lori ordered a vodka cranberry, then turned to Arabella.

"Nice place," said Lori, "if you're a wannabe vampire."

Arabella offered a ghost of a smile. "It serves," she said, "as I do. Come. Viktor looks forward to meeting you."

Lori shook her head. Weird girl.

Lori followed Arabella away from the bar and deeper into the club. At last they came to a heavy black velvet curtain that seemed to be a whole, but Arabella located the middle opening without hesitation. She moved smoothly between the seams, appearing to disappear between the folds. Lori paused only a moment before following.

The feeling of separation from the common area was immediate as the pulsing music faded into a background beat. Still significant, but no longer dominant. That space was filled by the presence of Viktor Blackwood.

He was several inches taller than Lori, with a black-on-black suit that hugged his form. Rather than the rail-thin build she'd expected, Viktor appeared to sport a surprisingly thick chest and muscular shoulders.

Arabella moved to his side, eyes downcast as she introduced Lori. Viktor nodded, his gaze never leaving Lori. She could feel it on her skin like a physical touch.

"A pleasure to meet you, Lori," he said, and his smile made it easy to believe. "I've heard much about you."

Lori ignored the instinctive flutter in her stomach and shrugged. "I'm sure you have."

Despite her inherent distrust, Lori acknowledged to herself that there was something captivating about Viktor. His eyes were an intense color she couldn't quite place - not quite green, not quite blue. Almost shark-gray. They almost glowed with an ethereal luminescence that seemed to shift as he moved. They held a depth she found almost disconcerting; like they could see right through her.

He moved forward, taking her hand, his movement somehow conveying old-world charm living in the same space with modern sophistication. In many ways he struck her as the age-old stereotype of what a vampire was supposed to be, but in others he drew against the grain. His color, his sharp lines, the dark hair and pale skin all spoke to his vampire lineage, but his large hands, athletic build and five-o'clock shadow contradicted that view in the same breath.

"I'm only half-vampire," said Viktor, as if reading her mind. "My mother's side."

Lori forced her mouth to answer. "I see."

"Arabella's done well in bringing you to me," said Viktor, his speech an odd combination of antiquated formality and contemporary vernacular. "She'll be rewarded."

Her hand still in his, Lori suddenly intuited an almost imperceptible shift. Viktor's lines seemed to sharpen, become more in focus, even as everything around him seemed to blur slightly. The thumping club music faded even more into the background, white noise, even as Viktor's voice became louder, sounding with more clarity.

Suddenly Lori pulled her hand from Viktor's and stepped back. "That's nice, but I don't belong to anybody."

Viktor's eyebrows rose slightly, betraying his momentary surprise. Then his smile re-appeared and he laughed. "Of course you don't! I was merely speaking in broad generalities. But you do realize, of course, that you could have come to me personally to address your financial issues?"

His words seemed to ease inside her mental shields, a gentle pressure that felt welcome, made her feel like she was in a warm embrace. Why didn't she come to Viktor when she had the chance? Surely he would have helped her, taken care of her, made her problems go away….

Then Lori's fiery nature reared its rebellious head and she narrowed her eyes, glaring at him.

"Give it up, Viktor," she said, her answering smile a wild thing. "It's not happening."

There was silence for several seconds. Then the half-breed vampire clapped his hands. "Well-played, Lori! Well-played indeed. You're very much a creature of strong will and stern sense of self. Or to put it idiomatically, you're not just another pretty face."

Lori relaxed, feeling the tension finally fading. "I'm glad you understand that now, Viktor. I promised to have a drink with you and I'm a woman of my word."

Viktor looked at a minion and motioned for drinks. Then he turned back to Lori and nodded approvingly. "Integrity. Strength of self. Formidable will. You would indeed be quite the catch. At least to anyone who could pull it off."

Lori offered a self-confident smile. "Well, that's the rub, yeah? I mean, sure, judging by Arabella, your vampire enthrallment is off the chain, but I don't work like that."

"So I've heard," said Viktor. "Your conversation alone is worth the price of admission, however."

Now that the danger of enthrallment had passed, Lori found herself actually enjoying Viktor's company. Granted, he was still a vampire, but by resisting his attempts at takeover, she had effectively de-fanged him.

"That's a nice thing to say," said Lori. "Thank you."

Viktor offered another smile, this one far less ominous and far more charming. Lori smiled to herself. Yes, at this point she could admit that his smile actually was charming. It seemed once you got past the vampire BS, he was actually quite fascinating. Quite the presence. He even smelled good.

In fact, he smelled *really* good. She was amazed to realize that her nipples were hardening beneath her shirt.

"I'm not just being nice, Lori," he said, apparently warming to his topic. "You'd be quite the catch, were one able to overcome your daunting willpower."

Lori flushed at his praise, even as she felt a shift in her belly and her pussy suddenly come to life. Her hips wriggled. "Thanks," she said, momentarily fumbling her words. She took a step closer, closing her eyes and taking a deeper breath, drawing in his scent. It was borderline intoxicating…

Suddenly her eyes snapped open. What the hell?

Viktor simply smiled that infuriatingly sexy smile. "Are you okay, Lori?"

Lori's lips were parted, her chest heaving. Her entire body was reacting to Viktor's proximity. Her pussy was wet, far wetter than it had ever been in her life. The physical distance between her an Viktor felt like an ocean. The world behind him had blurred. She wanted him. No, she *needed* him. It was an absolute.

But she didn't move.

Several heartbeats passed. "Amazing," said Viktor finally.

He took a step closer. He was less than an arm's length away from Lori. And still she didn't take that step that would move her closer to him.

"You truly are exceptional," said Viktor. "I am only half-vampire, as I said earlier, but even as a half-breed, that's enough to capture most humans. But not you."

Lori felt a presence behind her, felt Arabella's arms wrap around her from behind, felt Arabella's hands cupping her breasts, her fingers playing over Lori's rigid nipples.

She was so wet. Her belly muscles vibrated with fiery need. Her pussy clenched, then unclenched, then clenched again. Her arousal was an uncompromising demand.

And still she didn't take that step.

"I'm a half-breed, Lori," said Viktor. "My mother was vampyre, yes…but my father was an Alpha. To have resisted my enthrallment efforts is impressive indeed. And to resist my pheromones, even as a half-breed Alpha, is perhaps even more impressive."

Lori found herself mewling with need, even as she resisted the sweet scent of Viktor's pheromones driving her wild with hot arousal.

But with all of her resources focused on remaining in charge of her body, his words were now free to fill the gaps in her mind and they did so uncontested. Her body overwhelmed by his pheromones, her mind overwhelmed by his will, Lori could only stare at him, her mouth half-open, her chin wet with drool.

And now he took that final step next to her.

Lori shuddered at his proximity. She felt Arabella's hands stripping off her clothing, stripping her naked in front of Viktor Blackwood, but she couldn't raise her hands to stop Arabella.

Lori blushed, her body bare in front of the Alpha-vampire half-breed and his minions, but the enthralled girl couldn't move. She could feel all eyes on her naked form, but she realized her body existed now only for her master, Lord Blackwood.

He moved like a predatory cat, circling behind her. She felt his hands on her shoulders, bending her over, her bare hips high, her cheek pressed to the table. Her eyes widened momentarily as she felt a sudden thickness pressing against her sopping slit, but she was so helplessly wet that there was little resistance as his thick Alpha cock slid inside her.

Lori gasped as his thick shaft stretched her channel to new limits. Her vision swirled as her traitor body reacted to his strokes, his cock pistoning back-and-forth inside her. It was a perfunctory action in many ways as he stroked into Lori without pause, but she wriggled helplessly in his grasp as his Alpha cock hit every g-spot in her pussy and otherwise, her insides exploding with impossible heat.

She struggled for control. She fought with every ounce of will she could find and draw from. But when Viktor suddenly drove his cock fully inside her and held, his balls pressed tightly against her clit, his thick cock shooting an impossibly hot, heavy load deep inside her, when her traitor body accepted and welcomed his impossibly potent insemination, when she suddenly realized she was going to be waddling around heavy with his child, her traitor body erupted into a helplessly intense series of explosive orgasms, wiping conscious thought from Lori's mind and leaving only room for reactive squeaks. She could only lay there exhausted, knowing that Viktor's potent seed was already overwhelming her defenseless egg, already beginning the process that would swell her belly, putting her on display, her belly his trophy to show off.

Viktor stepped back, pulling his cock out with a wet slurp. Lori gasped.

"You were able to resist my charm," he said, his hand on Lori's rounded bottom, "and you were able to resist my pheromones. But my power comes from using them in concert. And that is why, despite your impressive will power, you are now my breeding pet."

Lori could only stare up, her eyes wide, her lips still parted.

Then she felt Arabella's soft touch on her cheek. "On the bright side, I did not lie. Your debt is forgiven."

@hypnovoid

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