At least it seemed perfect.At least it seemed perfect. I realize now that Jennifer's power had made me so horny for her, that I was seeing what she wanted me to see. She walked over to me, swaying sensuously, moving with an incredible grace. My lust for the creature walking to me was growing exponentially. "I am your plaything, use me as you will. I will be your every desire," Jennifer whispered to me. I lost all semblance of civilization as Jennifer's voice and words pushed me over the edge. Her supernatural sensuality permeated every cell in my body, including my brain. I mounted her ferociously, thrusting rapidly, forcefully, grunting like a crazed beast in heat. Hell, I _was_ a crazed beast in heat. I was so intent on relieving my lust that I failed to notice Jennifer's unenthusiastic response until my first climax. Actually, it wasn't just a lack of enthusiasm; it was a complete lack of participation. She kissed me dully, without fire or passion when our lips met. It had been the _ultimate_ tease. I was sated, but not satisfied. "Jen, get dressed." "Yes, my master," came the quiet, throaty, wooden response. Victoria looked at me, eyebrows raised, not quite a smirk on her face. She had known all along what was going to happen. "Full vampires can only promise sex. At best, they can fuck, but not make love, except in rare cases. She will always spread her legs at your command, for she is your slave. |