Warwick pulls back, smirking, as he finishes the recording. He sends Karen a copy of the incriminating video to remind her of his hold on her, before putting his pants back on. He exits the house, before heading to the apartment his 'sire' had prepared for him.
He walked out, leaving a well fucked blond on the bed and returned to his car. The drive through the city was calm, at this hour there was barely anyone present. He found the underground garage and parked his car. Then, he used an elevator to travel to seventh floor - there, he found his apartment. It was spacious. Big. Rich. Comfy. Something that he could hardly buy with his earnings.
He looked around the rich room, it looked as if it was decorated quite... Richly. There was a computer, big TV, some books - nothing out of ordinary- Ring! His cell phone rand and as he looked at the screen, he realised it was his sire calling him.
"Hmm, impressive... But there's still room for improvement." Warwick grins, before taking out his phone. "Yes...sire?" He asks.
"How do you like your new Haven, Childe?" The woman's voice came from the phone and send shivers down his spine. "I take it, you had productive night?"
"I'm sure I'll grow used to it." He chuckles. "Oh yes... I now have enough dirt on the mother to make sure she'll never cross me, unless she wants her life destroyed. Soon, I'll break her daughter too, and have them both as my pets. Then, there'll be no threat of exposure."
"Be careful, some individuals would attack you, even if that destroyed them. They can as petty as that." Siti hummed through her phone. "Still, it's good to hear you doing well - sleep well, my Childe. Tomorrow you will finish what you started with the daughter, and I will share some knowledge with with you~" There was a soft chuckle, then the line went dead.
It takes all of Chloe’s resolve not to laugh at the mother-daughter comment. “Is that a fantasy of yours? To be with a mother and daughter at the same time?”
Damian blinked. "I mean, the two of you are both blonds, both move around together, one is older..." He allowed his words to hang for a moment. "You mean, you are not?"
Chloe kisses down Damian’s neck. “Clara, our boy here, has a fantasy he wants to live out. Should we indulge him?”
Clara raised her head, letting go of boy's dick, her saliva connected to the meat pole. "Oh?" She hummed as she looked at Clara. "Maybe you he needs some pussy?" She smirked as she stroked the cock and looked at Chloe.
"Hehe, I hardly need encouragement to do that." Warwick licks his lips, thinking of Karen's daughter - perhaps a little less buxom than her mother, but with all the benefits of youth. Encouraged by the thought, he decides to ready himself for sleep...or whatever the vampire equivalent is. Guessing that a place chosen to be inhabited by a vampire is probably designed with sun protection in mind, he looks around for some way to block the windows. Finding a remote control marked 'shutters' he presses the button to have heavy iron shutters cover all the windows, blocking all sight of the rapidly approaching sunrise. Finally, he heads to bed, curious at what vampire sleep is like.
The dream come quickly, as if the man fell dead. ... The room was filled with the scent of sweat and sex. I kept moaning, as large pole kept penetrating me, deeper and deeper, rougher, it was blanking my mind, messing my insides and the heat! It came, a climax that shattered my mind, blanking everything... ... The professor blinked as he woke up, the lingering of dream... memories, still fresh in his mind.
"Strange... Do I get the memories of those I drink from? Or maybe just those I kill?" Warwick wonders to himself as he gets out of bed. "If only I'd been able to control myself. She was such a fantastic lay..." He sighs, roaming the apartment, making sure to check the time and weather report before opening the shutters - slowly enough that he can close them again if he sees a hint of sunlight poke through. Once he's confident it's night once more, he heads to his phone, checking if his mysterious sire left him anything.
It was night, young, but already night. As he checked his phone he found a message from his sire. Spoiler: message Meet me at the Ranka Night Club.
“Which is it lucky boy. Do you want “momma” pussy or her “baby girl?” Chloe said doing her absolute best to keep a straight face and avoid making eye contact with Clara. She feared the look on the older woman’s face might cause her to lose it to fits of giggles.
Clara frowned for a moment then nodded her head. To Chloe's surprise, she let go of Damian's dick and moved up, pushing Chloe on her back. "Why don't you taste my little girl. The brat needs some breaking in~" She pushed Chloe's legs apart, showing of her pussy, stretching, That made Damian hesitate a little, but then, he started stroking his dick as he knelt in front of Chloe, ready to penetrate her.
Chloe’s eyes gold wide as Clara turns the tables on her. The old spy out played me. I’ll need to be careful with her. Hopefully, we can still become friends after this miscalculation. “Do you have what it takes to put me in my place?” Chloe asked Damian as Clara exposed her glistening wet pussy to him.
"Oh, just a little medicine of dicking~" Clara said as she nodded to Damian. Encouraged, the boy moved closer, and penetrated her, pushing his dick into Chloe's glistering pussy, while Clara held her down.
