Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (59 page)

“Mathis. Listen to me.” Bolton hissed as soon as we were alone, “These things, they work the same way we do. Their cum has the power to turn humans into vampires. Of course, we aren’t humans, so we’re safe. But, they can charm you. You’re going to – hell, both of us are going to enjoy this. I think I’ve figured out what’s going on, but we can’t get out just yet. Gotta make sure. And anyway, we may as well have a little fun with these monsters while we’re here, right?”

Just as he fell silent, the tent flap was thrown open and the leader slunk in, followed by six or eight of the creatures, maybe more. It was hard to tell.

The shadowy figures closed the distance between us and one of them crouched down behind Bolton, licking the back of his neck and sniffing, obscenely, over him. “Can I have this one?” he hissed and rubbed his palms together. “Can I, master? I want this one. Last time you said I could have my pick!”

“Fine. Do whatever you want with him. Doesn’t matter. This one though, this one is mine.” The leader dragged one of his slender fingers down my jawline and over my chest. He hooked his finger around my collarbone and pulled me to him, smelling me as the other one had done to Bolton. “Mmm... he’ll be fine.” Another sniff.

He rose and paced back and forth in front of me. Before long, I noticed that I had begun to
really
want him. In the back of my mind I remembered about their charms, but as the monster descended on me, my senses exited. All of the vampires were attractive, if pale, and all looked rather similar to one another – short hair, high cheekbones and lithe, lean bodies. Another thing: they were fast.

Before I knew what was happening, I was shoved to the ground, my ankles freed from the rope. A muffled sound to my left told me Bolton wasn’t having much more luck. In the darkness of the tent, the vampires seemed to come more to life than they had outside. A few seconds after I hit the ground, fingernails scratched down my back and three hard, marble cocks prodded me. I was scared, but I was also completely overwhelmed by a randy need to fuck these creatures. I wanted them, just like I’d wanted the Wolves.

Where the Wolves were loud and raucous, these vamps were raspy, quiet and purposed. I groped in the dark and grabbed ahold of the nearest dick, which just so happened to belong to the leader. Rock hard and thick, I tugged on it a couple of times and then guided it part of the way to my mouth. I really can’t explain what happened, but as soon as the meager sunlight came through the flaps of the tent and cast a sort of lighted shadow over the vampires, I was just enraptured. I couldn’t take my eyes off them, or off the one whose cock was in my hand. The strangest part was that I seemed to have control over them – well, this one at least. When I’d tug on him, he seemed immobile, like he couldn’t get away even if he’d wanted to. Almost hypnotized, I guess is a good way to describe it. The others went along with him. Whenever I stopped pleasuring the leader, they milled around a little and got restless. While I jerked him off, they just stood there, looking dumbfounded.

Then it hit me:
I’m controlling my own gangbang
. Like a lucid dream, but way better.

I looked over at Bolton to see how he was faring with his own groupies. Nude vampires had swarmed him. In the weird, dim light of the tent I could see four of them around me, but seemed like six, maybe more were on him. I was worried, acutely so. He was the only one who knew how to get back, and past that, he had the info we were sent here to gather. I had to do something, but I couldn’t think...
holy shit!
I realized that if I could control mine, then...

To my absolute astonishment, it worked. I was controlling these monsters with my own mind. They must be some kind of hive-minded creatures. If the leader was out of commission, all I had to do was think a command, and they did it. I glanced around again, sucking the leader’s dick into my mouth and running circles with my tongue.  As the leader’s head lolled around his shoulders, I psychically commanded his minions to pleasure Bolton. The two biggest ones set him down and, at my behest, stroked the hard, taut muscles of his chest with those slender, almost haunting fingers.

Wrapped up in my puppet show, I’d forgotten the cock in my mouth. As soon as it flopped out, the eldest vampire came back to life, the others followed suit. My psychic powers started to make a little more sense. It wasn’t that I was actually controlling them so much as I was taking over for the chief vampire when he was in the throes of pleasure. I honestly can’t say
why
that made sense at the time, but as soon as I teased the underside of his dick with my tongue and began to stroke him off, the other ones immediately fell back into line. I set two of them to sucking Bolton off and brought the rest back to me.

Ever since that first night with the Wolves, I’d been gang-bang starved. I couldn’t believe my luck with these strange, but undeniably beautiful creatures. As long as the leader was distracted, I could do whatever I wanted with them. I wasn’t going to waste the chance to have a private party. Looking over at Bolton again, he was getting well serviced by his pair of vampires, so it was time to concentrate on my own spa treatment.

Rolling over on my back, with the leader’s prick still in my mouth, I was already stiff as a board. I forced the vampire crew to get me ready to fuck them. The first one wrapped his thin, pale lips around the head of my dick and slid down it in one long, smooth stroke. He wrapped his hand around the base of my shaft and started to tug in time with his sucks, but I willed him to stop. After all, I had whole
other
vampires to jerk me off. Specializing, you know? One of them I had get down between my knees and massage my balls hard and slow while another one held my cock straight for the ease of my blow-job vampire’s sucking. The power I had over these beasts that had knocked me out and tied me to a post was overwhelming. Momentarily I dropped my control rod and had to hurriedly jerk it back between my lips.

The two vamps working on Bolton had changed positions, and the one that had been orally fixated on him had lifted his haunches and started to rim my alpha. Bolton’s legs were draped over the vampire’s shoulders in kind of a strange angle, and the other vampire was stooped over in front of him, sucking his cock. Bolton was happily moaning away, so he was obviously doing pretty well over there. And, his bizarre position gave me an idea.

Hard and quick, I started to jerk off the older, long-haired vampire, which seemed to satisfy him. “Lift me up.” I commanded the gang. I just wanted to hear myself command them vocally, I think. There was no reason except for the fantastic sense of dominance I enjoyed, continually, over these wretched things. As I hung in mid-air, supported by three or four of my charges, I informed my cock-sucker to get back to work. “Get back on there, you. Choke yourself on my dick.” I couldn’t believe it, but without a moment’s hesitation, the alabaster man swallowed the entirety of my shaft, and I felt delicious, kneading squeezes from the muscles in the vamp’s throat. He just kept going, and going. I craned my neck around and pulled the leader’s cock back into my mouth. I sucked hard, tugging roughly at his base and scraping the skin under his head with my teeth. He shivered as I did, and groaned out some incomprehensible but very obviously pleasured sounds.

Bolton startled me with an “Unnngg!” from across the room. My attention shifted to him and now he’d gotten sandwiched between the two vampires. One of them, the bigger of the two, was bent down in front of my alpha, who was hip-grip fucking him while being fucked, in turn, by the smaller of the vampires. Bolton looked over at me for the first time and gave me a momentary grin as though to say, “see? I told you vampires were fun!” before he returned his attention to being the meat between bread.

I was still suspended between a finger-net of vampires and had one merrily sucking away at me. I needed more though. “You two,” I indicated which two I meant with a glance, “get me ready. I want to be fucked.” Brainlessly, the vampires holding me up adjusted my legs so that they could work around underneath. I excused my cock-sucker momentarily and as soon as the tip of the first vampire’s tongue touched my rim, I almost exploded. Like I said before, the Wolves were loud, wild and almost feral during lovemaking, but these creatures were completely the opposite. They almost never made a sound, and when they did it was raspy, subdued, and inhuman. Some kind of chemistry seemed to exist between wolves and vampires that made our bodies work perfectly together.

The hot, slick tongue darted into my hole and wet me, all the while I nipped and sucked on the leader; I certainly didn’t want to lose control of my entourage now. The one rimming me traced his tongue up and over my ballsack and pulled one of my big, round balls into his mouth. Just then, I felt a pair of slender, silken fingers press into my sopping asshole and start to stretch me. I arched my back, pressing down hard and driving the fingers deep inside. “Circles... Aah! Oh God, yessss, slow circles.”

Somehow, I kept it all straight in my head. Tugging the leader, keeping Bolton entertained, and most importantly, not letting these fingers inside me or the mouth on my balls relax. Waves of tight, hot tension squeezed and released me. At first, I worried about cumming too quickly, but then I remembered what was happening – as long as I kept this old vampire entertained somehow, the rest of them weren’t going anywhere; pure, complete self-indulgence. I let loose.

I speared myself as hard as I could onto the rotating fingers inside my ass and grabbed my cock, pulling the skin tight and riding the waves. I started to cum so hard that my whole body shook. The suddenness and power of the orgasm took me completely by surprise, and as I clenched my ass and erupted, I forgot to entertain the boss.

“Drop him! Drop them both! Now!” the vampire shrieked, free from my control. “Now! Feast on their bodies!”

I should have been terrified, I realize now, but I wasn’t. It might have been afterglow from that incredible cum, but whatever the reason, I
wanted
these things to use me. I wanted to be soaked in jizz, and looking over at Bolton, he seemed to be thinking the same thing. I put up a comically weak resistance. “Oh no, no don’t fuck me, don’t fuck me, please!” I said in my best damsel-in-distress voice, which seemed to do the trick. The pack of vampires that had been so lackadaisical before suddenly got flushed with some kind of sex-craving lust. I was so turned on that I almost came again right then and there.

Their sex-rage came on fast and strong. Bolton was upended near me, and both of the creatures that had been slavishly satisfying him moments before were buried inside him, one in his ass and one balls-deep in his throat. He grunted out each time they pumped in unison, his body crushed between the two of them. While he was being crammed, I caught a glimpse of that cocky grin though – he was having a good time, just like he said he would.

Seeing Bolton’s cocky grin made me relax. There was absolutely nothing I could do about what was happening, but there was no reason to fret. After all, I just needed to get that leader under control again if I wanted to bring everything back around. It might sound strange, but I really
didn’t
want control. That was fun while it lasted, but I was ready for something different. Even though the leader’s cock was inches from my mouth, I made myself stop. I wanted them to show me how vampires do it.

My cock-sucker reappeared and locked his mouth over me again, this time lashing the tip of my dick with his tongue while another of them vice-gripped my cock and jerked. Obviously, they wanted me hard again. Alongside the intense blowjob, a vampire jammed two fingers deep inside me and kept working to stretch me out for cock. He had a goal in mind, but his fingers were good – he spread them apart, working my hole and rotating them inside me. Deep, hot aches filled me and I arched to get him burrowed further.

The vampires seemed to wake up more the longer they were out from under my control. A couple more came out of the haze and approached. One of them yanked my hair in his direction so he could use my mouth as a fuck toy. He surprised me a little with his urgency, but before I had time to think about it, his hot round head prodded the back of my throat. Badly wanting to be full of cock, I straightened my neck and lured him in with tongue teases. He held my head still, slow-stroking hard into my throat, grinning happily as I gagged and sputtered around his thickness.

Something big, something hard, shoved inside my now-gaping asshole. One of the vampires had shoved my stretcher out of the way and impaled me on his cock, snarling and groaning as he worked. As soon as his heavy, smooth ballsack slapped against my flesh with a satisfying “thwack!” he pulled back and slammed home again. On the third full stroke, he grunted again but this time it came with a gush. Now dripping, my hole was ready for whatever was next. He pulled out with a plopping sound and was replaced by another hungry cock, much bigger than the one that came before.

As the undead filled me, my ring stretched wide to let him in. The dick jammed down my throat was getting to be too much – I started to choke and pulled against him to get a breath. “Fuck him. Now. Go.” The leader spoke again from some distance away. He moved in behind the one that had been plunging my throat and gave me the space of two breaths, then rammed his huge dick into my mouth.

The displaced vampire worked in underneath the one fucking my ass and added his girth to the mix. The delicious, exquisite pain of my hole stretching around the two cocks boiled up and washed outward over my belly and up my shoulders. Vampire dicks pounded in and out of me like pistons – one always going in and one always pulling back. Oh my God how it felt, the fullness, the stretching. The fact that these creatures rarely made any noise at all added a little bit of weird tantalization to the whole affair, their otherworldliness apparent. When the leader fished his giant dick out of my mouth for a moment, I had a short chance to look over at Bolton.

Somehow – and I’m still not sure how – he managed to completely dominate the two vamps on him. My alpha stood, hands on hips, his huge cock pulled from mouth to mouth in front of him. The ghostly beasts seemed to
enjoy
being dominated, like it was a natural state for them to give up control. Gasping, entranced and excited, they fought viciously over Bolton’s big tool until they settled into a pattern of one sucking him off while the other stroked the un-mouthed length. Bolton groaned, moaned, and rolled his head around his shoulders, relishing the attention from the enemy. He was the most stoic of the Wolves, and still seemed a thousand times more alive than any of these vampires. For a moment, he looked in my direction, and indicated with a nod that he had a plan.