The blond teacher narrowed her eyes, then huffed. "Of course it's that cheerleader." She murmured under her nose. She then glared at the old man. "So, what did the idiot decide to wrap my daughter into this time?" She asked then narrowed her eyes. "And why are you interested in it?" She asked suspiciously.
"Lara's not a bad girl. Just troubled." Warwick frowns with a huff, acting every bit the ornery old professor, trying to radiate with harmlessness. He pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and moving to his 'albums'. "I saw something troubling earlier. Here, have a look." He says, using his presence to make himself seem as little of a threat as possible. As she comes close and cranes her neck in to see the screen, he continues scrolling, keeping her mind focused on wondering exactly what he's going to show her. He stops on a random picture, and as she tries to focus and figure what the connection is to her daughter, he leans in, biting her neck.
Spoiler: Manipulation 18, 13 Vs DC 11 - 2 successes There was a biting remark on Karen's lips, but hearing his tone, it died and instead a worry crept on her face. As he offered his phone, and with growing worry, the blond teacher started scrolling through pictures. First were the nudes Spoiler: Nudes Ones that Warwick mader himself. Also, at the start of his... Mentorship of Lara, a blackmail material. Karen gasped at the next picture - a picture from Lara's training. She was resistant at first, obviously. But with enough blackmail, at with his skill, she had easily succumbed to pleasure. Threat of dropping her, releasing blackmail material and sexual abuse helped. At this point she was howling with pleasure as he plowed her. Spoiler: Training Finally, he reached last picture - where one of the 'investors' was entertained by Lara on Warwick's orders. At this point, the young woman was so trapped and broken she dared not to disobey Warwick. She was a good little whore and pleasured investor along with investor's other toy. Spoiler: Investor "There is no pic of Sta-ha!" Karen gasped at the sight of the man, as she recognized the old geezer whom, on the next pic, Lara was eagerly blowing, choking on his dick. At the moment of her shock, the vampire struck. He easily grabbed her neck with his fangs, sinking them into her skin. The woman gasped, dropping phone on the pavement, surprised as Professor pushed her against the wall. He could feel her climaxing, the smell of her sex juices flowing down her thighs, her erect nipples pushing against his chest... What's more, he tasted her delicious blood on his tongue. Spoiler: Humanity 15,12, 11, 8, 7 Vs DC 9 (-1 sated) - 3 successes But he quickly controlled himself. He was not about to break another toy as he lost control... He would do that, only when he was in control. The woman moaned orgasmically, her body in his arms, as the two of them were in front of her house.
Chloe leaned her head into his cool hand. “Is that all you are? My sire and teacher? It seems that I remember you having another reason for embracing me.” Chloe looked up into Hector's handsome eyes, the unconscious librarian momentarily forgotten.
Hector smiled as his hand gently stroked her cheek. "Well, I am your saviour~" His hand moved down. "Saviour of your life, granter of your unlife. Your sire~" His hand closed around her neck. "Thus, owner of your life... Thus, your master~" He smiled as his crashed his lips against hers. As Chloe tasted his saliva and she could make out the iron - the taste of his blood. The mix of saliva and iron - blood and sex. It was like a drug, that run through her like thunder. He squeezed her neck, possessively, choking her.... His other hand reached out and squeezed her breast.
(Didn't they go inside the house? Nice pics and descriptions, btw.) Warwick grins, trailing a long, sensuous lick along Karen's neck, before pressing her into the house, supporting her as she wobbles on weak legs. He doesn't waste time, searching for her bedroom and pressing her on the bed. Undoing her blouse and lifting her skirt, he takes a few pictures, capturing her juices and her expression of pure ecstasy, before undoing his zipper to get a photo of his cock in front of her lips. Realising he probably doesn't have too long before she comes out of the trance, he raids the milf's closet, finding two belts and tying them securely around her wrists and ankles - there's not going to be any accidents this time.
It’s a weird sensation being choked but not needing oxygen. Chloe is no stranger to rough sex. She has had a few sugar daddies who have enjoyed tying her up, spanking, and choking, so this makes the sensation familiar yet foreign at the same time. “So now we get to the true reason you turned me. Forever to own this body. You may be an undead monster, but underneath it all, still a man.”
(Nope - you did not have enough success in persuasion/manipulation for that. The two talked in front of the house. And thanks - I am glad you liked them! This would flesh out Lara more, to not to make her nobody, but someone who meant something for the professor.) The older man smiled as the teacher slumped in his arms, he licked the wound, closing it with his saliva- 'Ahhh!' His head snapped to the source of the noise - it was his cellphone. The screen was cracked from the fall, but it still worked. It now played a recording of him fucking Lara, and she was moaning quite loudly. She lay on the bed, her large tits bouncing with each of his thrusts- Slap! 'Come on! Tighten up, slut!' He demanded as he slapped her face. She moaned in effort, desperation. His hand closed around her neck and tightened- The recording ended, leaving the older man with feelings... Spoiler: Humanity 19, 19, 18, 13, 12 vs DC 10 - 5 successes of loss. Those were the tits he would never again get to squeeze, lips that would never again close around his dick, pussy that would never again clench around him, the face that would never again show desperation or pleasure as he pushed Lara to the limit... and punished her when she failed. And the last he would remember her for was his boot on her ass, kicking her into the furnace... He shook his head as he picked up his broken phone. The screen was cracked but it worked alright... and it still had pics and recordings he made. He carried Karen to her bedroom and lay on her bed. It was surprisingly easy... with his newfound strength. He ripped the shirt open exposing her black lace bra, this really made her large breasts seem even bigger. As he pushed the skirt up her legs, he realised she was wearing black lace stockings, with a garter... and lace thongs - also black. He made a few pics. Those, came out quite... artistic. But when he put his dick on those pouty lips... it almost looked as if they were made for sucking! He quickly found a couple of belts and tied Karen's ankles together, and then he turned her on her stomach and tied her arms behind her back with the other belt. He... managed. The blond started softly moaning as she started recovering.
Hector's lip twitched as he moved closer and kissed her. The kiss was long, - not hard, but passionate. Finally, he backed a little but put his forehead against hers. "I saved you because I found you beautiful. But as I did this... It was not without risk for me." He spoke, his voice quiet. "So, if I am to preserve your beauty, you unlife, I require your submission and obedience. Otherwise... both of us might pay with our lives." He finished, with soft voice, his hand moving over Chloe's cheek.
Chloe looked at his handsome face and beautiful eyes. Something was alluring about this man—her sire—but there was also something dangerous. That primal part of her was as nervous when Hector was around as she was drawn to him. Chloe had been used to being dominated by older men. But now… “Yes, for now, I am yours. But if the stories are to be believed, I will have a very long eternity stretching out before me. I will not always be yours, but you have my obedience right now.”
He leaned forward and kissed her lips. She moaned as she felt the taste of his and iron. "That's not exactly how it works. The blood... It connects us, binds us. You will always be my Childe. Your blood will always be bound to mine..." His hand moved down, to her dress, her sides, until he squeezed her ass. "The blood, it has power." He hummed as he leaned forward, kissing her neck.
"Hmmm- wha-" She mumbled, as she struggled to wake up. But finally, her eyes snapped open. She looked around trying to move, but the bondage held her. As she realised her tied state, she glared at the man. "Warwick!" She snapped. "Release me! At once!" She demanded.
Chloe melted into Hector. This was familiar: an older man owned her, controlled her future, and was responsible for her well-being. Her past life collided with her new life. The librarian was forgotten. There was only Hector and Chloe, Sire and Childe, soon-to-be lovers. "Yes, I can feel the draw of it. Something within me desires you, wanting nothing more than this right now.
"And the answer is like with most things, blood~" He leaned forward and captured her lips again, his hands travelling over her body, exploring it. Then he grabbed her waist and raised her into the air, easily, and carried her to the desk, and sat her on it, all the time his hands moved around her body, exploring it, while his lips explored hers~
"All in the proper time, my dear." Warwick chuckles. His pudgy fingers find her clitoris and attack, tweaking and squeezing her sensitive nub.
"There has to be more to it than just blood," Chloe moaned. Hector's hands raised the hem of her skirt to expose her tiny thong. Chloe reached for Hector's shirt and yanked, ripping it open, buttons bouncing on the carpeted office floor. Chloe looked at her sire's pale, chiseled chest—everything I've ever desired in a man. The newly turned vampire leaned forward and took Hector's erect nipple in her mouth. Like a newborn babe, she suckled and, with a wicked grin, gently bit into her sire's tender flesh as she felt his grip her underwear.
The older man's hand slipped under the fellow teacher's panties, as he started playing with her clit- ! "Y!" She gave a sharp gasp as she bent, trying to escape man' touch, then arched as her still sensitive body, reacted to pleasure. "Y-you are not getting out of this!" She managed, as a strand of hair fell on her eye. "That's rape! You are- going to jail!" She panted, as she glared at Warwick.
"Yhh~" A light, moan escaped his mouth as he felt her lips. Her fangs, almost instinctively grew, as she pierced his skin... A taste of his blood on her lips, was like aphrodisiac, turning her on more, with taste of iron. Snap! With a sharp pull, Chloe's thongs were ripped from her, making her feel the cool air between her legs. He then pulled the dress, over her head, taking it of, then threw it aside, all the time his hands, his lips, exploring her body. After a moment, she felt him slowly, slide into her sex, impaling her, sliding into her... She could feel his shaft, warm, pulsing, fill her up, as it moved deeper...
