The Royal Estate has been known for their superb customer service—for five years, they’ve been considered the best hotel to stay at because of their kind hospitality and top-notch services. Little did the general public know, high payers are offered a “Special Service” that they aren’t provided.
Requested: Yes, it may not be what you were hoping for, but it’s what I came up with 😰
“Anyo!” The calling of his name had him turning his glance from the dark liquor in front of him to the voice calling his name. Even through the dark, busy club, she could always find him, “You’re here again?!”
“Yes, I am.” Veronica, the only woman to ever stay glued to him, “I’m hoping to see her again tonight.”
“Seriously? She’s been leading you on for weeks, and yet she still hasn’t given into you…” She plopped down into the seat beside him; his eyes caught the small bloodstain on the sleeve of her shirt—she’s been feeding in the building, again.
“Vee, how many times has Baraton told you to not feed on the grounds? If we get caught, we’ll have hunters on our tail in no time, and if you want to live to see 400, you need to be on your toes.” He lifted his glass to his lips, their lusciousness caressing the glass while letting the warm liquid slip down his throat, the burn almost nonexistent.
“You’re so stuck up, Anyo…” She sighed, shifting her eyes toward the door, “Homegirl at your six.” It was shocking that Veronica caught your scent before he did, was the liquor getting to him? He turned in his seat to see if she was joking or not, but within seconds there it was—a dense mixture of sandalwood and honey, your scent. You were stunning as you made your way up bar, the right black dress hugged every bend of your body, it showing off everything you usually hid from him; you looked delectable enough to entice him out of his chair.
“Y/N.” He hummed, taking the space next to you. Your eyes held something different, something darker than the previous times he’s looked into them.
“Anyo, just the man I wanted to see.” He could smell the liquor drifting from your skin, but he wasn’t going to point it out.
“Am I?”
“Yes! I’ve been dying to see you.” Gripping his T-shirt, you pulled him closer to you, the gentle colliding of your bodies had his heart thrashing in his chest, “How could I not want to see the most attractive man in the world?” Your warm breath against his ear as you whispered pure flattery made him want to taste you, devour you until you were nothing but him.
“How about we get out of here?” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist, locking eyes with you. He usually didn’t need to compel anyone to take him home, but you were utterly something else—you made him feel good, actually made it hard for him to contain himself, in all of his 460 years he had never met anyone that turned him into this eager and impulsive man. He could see your eyes grow dark, his compulsion taking full effect, but your response wasn’t one that sounded like it was working.
“One more drink, and then we can go.” Breaking contact with him, you lifted the glass that the bartender had sat down in front of you moments before for him to take it from you.
“Just one more.” He drained the glass, killing it quickly because waiting any longer might kill him. Placing the glass down, he felt your hands sliding up his chest, spreading your warmth through his body, “Y/N—” Quick lips stole his, your tongue eager to taste the liquor he stole from you; his hands quickly resumed their spot on your hips, but this time they slid down to the bend of your thighs, lifting your body. He wanted to take you right there, but in a dark club filled with people was not where he had planned, on the other hand, your body was making it hard to stay composed, “Y/N…” He hummed into your kiss, the feeling of your legs tightening around him sent his mind running to the gutter—he was at his breaking point, “Let’s take this somewhere—”
“I can feel you…” You whispered in his ear while grinding your core against his growing erection, “Do you want to fuck me, Anyo?”
“Yes…” His voice shook under the feeling of your breath against his lips, “I’ve been dying to feel you…” The snap of a card next to him made him turn his head to see the bartender placed a VIP room card down for him; he put you back down onto the floor and grabbed the card as well as your hand. He waded through the crowd with you behind him, the anticipation of finally being able to taste the girl of his dreams had his cock twitching in its holdings. Anyo slid the card into the lock, upon the ring of the door, he pushed it open, and yanked you inside the room. Through the quiet room, he could hear your heart pounding in your chest; the anticipation rattled him as he pinned you to the wall, “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this…”
“Show me how much you want me…” You slid your core over his thigh that sat nestled in between yours; he could feel your wetness through his slacks. The heat spreading through his skin only caused him to become more aroused.
“As you wish.” He dropped down to his knees in front of you while placing one of your legs over his shoulders. Hiking up your dress, his eyes feasted over your pantyless pussy, “You came prepared.” A quiet hum radiated through you as he delved his tongue between your dripping folds; sighs of pleasure echoed through the room, your voice rose in pitch when he ran his hungry tastebuds over your stiff clit. Your fingers dug into his thick blue locks, gripping tightly at the roots to bury his face into your impatient core; he slid his tongue into your hole, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. Flicking his inside you, he rubbed tight circles over your aching nub; you could no longer hold back your moans of pleasure as your orgasm hit its climax.
“Fuck, Anyo…” You whined, watching him pull away from the mess between your thighs.
“I don’t know how much longer I can wait, I need to be inside you…” He rasped.
“Clothes off then.” A devilish smirk flashed over your lips, he caught the twinge of dark energy in your eyes, but he was too desperate to even think about it. He took off his pants as quickly as he could before picking you up and toting you to the couch; plopping down, he had you straddling his thighs, his cock just inches away from your sopping core, “You really are impatient are you?” You stood up from his lap to get down onto your knees, “You’re a little too big for me, how about we lube you up?”
“Lube me—” He gasped feel your lips wrap around his sensitive head, you didn’t waste any time, your tongue swirled around him like a hurricane before deep throating his cock and slurping back up it, while your mouth focused on teasing this throbbing head, your hand pumped his length, coating every inch of him in your spit and his precum. Anyo sucked in a break as you devoured him again, the tip of his cock grazed the back of your throat causing his hips to thrust deeper into your right mouth, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…” With every jerk into your mouth, the more he lost himself, the more he gave in to his animalistic side, but with a few ragged thrusts, he pulled away from you to stroke his cum onto your face. You gazed up at him through the mess he made, locking your gaze with his glowing amber eyes, “I hope you’re not ready for a break…”
“W-why would you—” He swiftly picked you up and made you straddle his thighs, he didn’t give you the chance to even adjust to him, he just rammed his cock deep in your pussy, “W-wait— let me—”
“I don’t think I can…” He relentlessly attacked your sensitive nerves, landing never-ending pointed thrusts to your g-spot; he couldn’t get enough of you, your walls felt so good coiling around him that he couldn’t stop. He could feel your pussy started to tighten around him, which didn’t help with his orgasm, “Cum for me, Y/N…” He panted, gripping your hips so tightly that there would surely be bruises coloring your skin in the morning. Your juices dripped from your core onto the leather couch underneath you, your mind went blank, and you could’ve sworn you saw stars as your orgasm took over you. Anyo pulled your body to him, the animal in him unable to hold back any more, he opened his mouth near the nape of your neck and inhaled deeply before digging his sharp fangs into your skin as he reached his high.
“Oh, Anyo…” You breathed, finally coming down from your high, “You shouldn’t have done that…” One gulp of your blood, and he knew he was in trouble. The most excruciating burning sensation made itself apparent in his throat, and it began working its way down into his stomach. He groaned, withdrawing his fangs from your neck, he felt like all the energy he had just vanished into thin air.
“What did you do to me…?” He rasped, watching you get up off of him.
“Vervain. I drank vervain tainted water before I came to see you.” You said matter of factly while pulling down your dress, “I bet you didn’t even know I was a hunter.” Anyo groaned, trying to get up from the couch, but the vervain has him in so much pain that he couldn’t move. He watched as you pulled a small compact firearm from your bra, you pulled back the slide, and a bullet slipped into the chamber.
“Silver bullets won’t kill me…” He strained, still trying to get up.
“Oh, I know, that’s why they’re wooden bullets.” You pressed the nozzle of the gun against his chest and began to pull the trigger, “It was nice knowing ya.”
