A smile danced on the blond's lips. "And, however this would help you get ready to sleep, Mrs?" The maid asked, clearly amused by what she heard.
I smile. “I seem to sleep better if my mind is clear. I need help taking off a certain someone. What better way than getting to know you more?”
Clara nodded her head. "Very well miss. I shall endeavour to help you feel lighter." She paused. "Should I prepare something to drink?"
“You can fix yourself something. I’m not feeling that particular desire,” I say as I remove my coat, slip off my shoes, and head toward my room.
Soon, Clara joined Chloe in her room, a steaming cup of tea in her hand. As the maid joined the young vampire in her room, she addressed her. "What do you wish to discuss, Miss?" She asked.
“Please call me Chloe,” I say, trying to put Clara at ease. “I appreciate you the other night. I hope we can do it again soon but with a less… killer ending.”
Clara hummed, clearly having some thoughts about that but keeping them to herself. "Very well, Chloe." She said instead. "What is on your mind that you wish to discuss?"
“Clara, I want you to feel free to talk to me,” I say, walking over and placing my hand on her shoulder. “I also want to be your friend. In my old life, I had many, but here…” I trail off and sit on the edge of my bed, unbuttoning my shirt. “I have Hector. But I’ve only met one other of my kind so far. And humans…” I take my shirt off and drop it casually on the floor before standing up to unbutton my trousers. “Well, they are fragile. And even if they weren’t, only a few can be in my world.” I slip my trousers off and walk over to Clara, in only in my underwea. I stand provocatively before her , trying to entice. “Special ones, like you.”
As she moved, Clara's eyes were focused on her, her eyes trailing blond's hands, moving along her body, admiring her breasts, the slit between her legs, the shape of her ass, the thighs and stomach, the neck and face... "Of course, Mrs Belovoa. I am Master Dimides' ghoul. Indefinitely extended lifespan and increased physical abilities come in package." She answered with a smile, keeping her posture in her typical manner, like a maid would.
"Good girl." Warwick chuckles, licking his lips, as he reaches forward and begins to undo her blouse.
The woman - who's name he still did not know - licked her lips, as she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs apart. "You are dirty old man, yes?" She asked, as Warwick started unbuttoning her shirt, showing of her large chest.
"What better companion for a dirty young woman?" Warwick grins, leaning forward, taking her breasts in his hands, squeezing and caressing them over her bra. He leans in, rubbing his lips over her youthful skin, as his fingers slide into the cups of her bra.
"Yhm~" The woman moaned, as he started stimulating her. She bit her lip, and moved her legs slightly more apart. Whether due to alcohol or passivity, she done little more then react to Warwick's actions... Maybe beside pushing her chest more into his grasp.
The student moaned, as she put her hands on the bed and leaned back, enjoying the kiss of the older man. "Hmm~" A light moan escaped her lips, as his hands pushed her shirt apart, and slid under her bra, pinching her nipples. He could smell her excitement growing, the beating of her heart...
"Hehe, how depraved, for a student to crave an old man." Warwick pulls back, undoing his belt. Before long, his cock - big before he turned, and even bigger now - springs out, hard and twitching. "But it's not just my fingers you crave, is it?"
The woman moaned. "You should be happy, with the attention a young nimble woman is giving you~" She smiled as she reached out, and her fingers clapsed around his shaft. "You promised a good stuff~ Where do you have it~" She asked, with a playful smirk as her fingers started moving along the shaft.
"I'll give you another hit soon. But I want to hear your pleasure raw, first." He reaches out, gripping her throat - not choking her, but keeping her still. "Turn around. Head down, ass up." He orders, letting go.
She gasped, shuddering, as Warwick closed his hand around her throat. Her face flushed, yet she obeyed his command. As her ass raised up, he had quite a good view of her flesh - privates overed by thongs, ass cheeks framed by skirt, stockings and thongs.... A small point of wetness he could see on her underwear...
Warwick instinctively licks his lips as she gets into position, flipping her skirt so he can see what's underneath. "Obedient. Good... That's very good." He chuckles, fingers sliding along her entrance. "Heh, but what's this?" He asks, stroking her through her thong. "A slut doesn't need underwear." With two hard pulls, he rips a hole in her panties, leaving them on her, but covering nothing. "Now, to give you what you crave..." Positioning himself atop her, he slams himself down, entering her womanhood with a hard thrust. Using his size, gravity and the passive strength inherent to his vampiric kind, he fucks her roughly, eager to get deeper inside her, to places no lover has yet touched.
