Chloe moaned as Damian slid inside her. Damn, he’s thick. And fucking Clara… how did she know I was a sub? “That’s it, Damian. Give it to me. Duck me like the type of slut that picks up strange men at clubs,” Chloe cooed as the loner began to slide in and out of her.
Those words seemed to rile up the young man, as he quickened his movements, his dick growing even thicker. "That's it, boy. The brat deserves to be put in her place~" Clara encouraged Damian, but then the boy, excitedly looked at her with a fire in his eyes. "So... if she's a slut... what that makes you?" He asked, making the blond maid pause, and hesitate as she bit her lip.
“A cock hungry whore,” Chloe moaned. “Do you even need to ask? She nearly sucked the life out of you as soon as we got here.” Chloe pulled Damian tighter. Call me a slut! Just because Hector prefers me to you. Let's see how you like this.
Warwick's eyes widen in surprise - it's been over 30 years since he's been in a night club, and he wonders if he'll even be allowed in. Hopefully his sire has arranged for him to be let in, or else he'll have to get creative in getting an entry. Hmm, the only old men who typically get entry into clubs are rich. Perhaps I'll be able to snag some gold diggers thinking I'm a high roller... He licks his lips. Descending from the apartment, the neonate gets into his car and drives to the club.
"Hmm~" Damian hummed as he looked at Clara, lightly caressing her cheek. "Why don't you strip, while I take care of... younger one~" Clara hummed as she got up, she went to the side and started stripping. At the time, Damian eagerly started pounding Chloe, making sure his thrusts were deep and long.
Warwick walked down to the elevator and then entered his car. The engine started smoothly, and the radio turned on. He started driving through the night, the music playing to his drive. A night drive, with his sight so much better than it used to be. As he drove, his car moved past numerous groups of young people, mortals, just going about their business, returning from work, or going to parties, going to do some shopping... young, middle-aged, adult - nice-looking... so many people... now, only people, compared to him. The car stopped in front of the club, the music inside loud... as he stopped, he got a message on his cellphone- 'the VIP both number 3'.
Parking the car, Warwick decides to head to the front door, dropping Siti's name and saying he's expected - hopefully that's enough.
As Warwick gives the name to the bancer, he is easily let inside. As he enters, the soft music is playing inside, yet the inside is not something he expected. Every third table is fitted with dance pole, where scantly clothed women were dancing... Some were fucking the clients. There were two dancers, wearing some form of cosplay on the center stage, giving a very complicated performance, while at the same time, basically having sex.
Warwick licks his lips, grinning widely as he sees the erotic displays. "This is my kind of club!" He says to himself, voice muffled by the music. The professor feels the urge to see if he can seduce a dancer, but decides it's probably best not to keep Siti waiting. He looks around for the VIP section and heads to booth 3.
As he entered, he realised, that the music here was more toned, quiet. Siti sat on couch, and in front of her danced a woman who was wearing stockings and jewellery... So much jewellery that it seemed as if she was clothed, despite not wearing anything to cover her. As he entered, Siti waved him over. "Ah, professor! Please, come in!" She waved at the seat next to him - the dancer did not react, as she danced to the music, as if she was in trance.
"Well hello there..." Warwick approaches, grinning wolfishly as he looks at the dancer. "You have fine taste." He smirks at Siti, sitting down. "Though that's to be expected from my favourite student."
"I am sure, you are saying this to your every student~ " Siti chuckled. "I am sure, you will be happy to know, she is your guinea pig~" Siti smiled. "Time, my dear childe, to teach you about disciplines. Those are abilities - comparable to super powers, that vampire use. First, use your blood to your eyes, thinking of snake, the reptile part of your brain and concentrate. The discipline serpentis, will allow you to either immobilise someone with sight or give you an allure, drawing them in. Concentrate on effect, while transferring your reptile part, using blood into your eyes. Use this on the dancer." Siti instructed him.
"I, um, assume she's in on this?" Warwick says, a little worried at how close the dancer is as they talk openly of their true nature. "Reptile, reptile..." He nods, looking at the dancer, making eye contact, and trying to utilise his power.
Siti waved her hand. "She is barely aware at this time. And don't worry if you break her - we can alway find you a new pig to practice on~" She chuckled in a way that send shiver down the old man's spine. As he focused on his eyes, the blood he felt something stir in him. Something moved and then, as he made contact with the dancer, she froze in place, unable to move, unable to take away eyes from the old man. "Good. But remember, focus on effect. This, is Serpentis. Now, finish it." Siti instructed him. "Now, another discipline, is Presence. The first step is to create Awe. Focus, on your presence. Attraction, fear, intimidation, fascination - you can spread it temporally, over those who are near you. Remember, use blood and focus on effect."
Warwick nods, focused on the dancer. He focuses on charisma, attraction, eroticism, trying to use his blood to create a supernatural presence.
The dancer bit her lip as she looked at Warwick, her body getting blush. She had this 'fuck me' look about her as she looked him, and he could see droplets of excitement between her legs, dripping. "Good, now obfuscate. Think about hiding your presence, as if cloak covering you. Use blood and think to be unseen... As long as you don't move, you will not be noticed." Siti instructed him.
Warwick frowns - his instinct when faced with a woman like that is to take her immediately. The thought of invisibility, however, is also incredibly tempting, so he focuses on channeling his blood to make himself unseen.
Chloe only had a moment to be surprised by Clara’s strip tease as the Damian brought her full attention back to him as he pounded her. “God…. Yes….” the young vampire hissed as the boy took control of her and picked up the intensity.
"Very good~" Siti smiled as Warwick felt himself become shrouded by a cloak of invisibility. "Eh~" The dancer moaned as she shook her head as she was slowly coming too. Suddenly, Siti's hand shot like a snake, grabbing a woman by the throat. "I think, we have made our position clear, yes~" She smiled, as she started choking the struggling woman. "I will be waiting, for his phone call ~" The dancer struggled for a moment, but as she was choked, she soon went slack and lost consciousness. Siti threw her on the table. "Now, my dear Childe, I understand that you are thirsty, you can drink as much as you want from Piggy here~" The vampire waved at the dancer. "After you are done, I want you to sneak into her house and leave her in a... compromising position with those on sight~" She dropped an envelope on the table and a couple of photos sliding from it. They showed the dancer as she was chained and gangbanged by a number of men. Spoiler: Photos "Make sure that you leave her in a position that her husband, the councillor, will get the message not to mess with me." Siti smiled. "Also, I would prefer you managed to get in undetected... but I don't find it necessary~"
Damian concentrated on Chloe, thrusting into her with passion and fire in his eyes. His rod moved in and out of the young woman's pussy, stringing her desire, grinding her insides, raising the temperature... Then, Clara approached and knelt next to the duo. Damian reached out and started fingering her, just as his other hand groped Chloe's breast.
