Even though the city wasn't far away, it wasn't close either. It took me five hours of straight driving before managing to get there at 8 PM.
Orchid City looked particularly alive at night under the neon lights of the nightclubs, bars, and various entertainment establishments. It was primarily a college town, boasting some of the best universities on the continent. Consequently, the population was mostly young, which explained the sheer number of night spots and the fact that the city almost never slept. I drove directly to the mansion of the local branch of the Crimson vampires, just as Chloe's instructions had specified.
After arriving in a residential area, I checked the street numbers and finally found the mansion. It exuded a heavy, gothic vibe. To be honest, it looked precisely like the kind of estate I always imagined a vampire's home would resemble.
I got out of the car and walked up to ring the bell at the front gate. After a few moments, I noticed that the ambient noise of nocturnal insects had vanished entirely, replaced by an unnatural silence. Through my heightened senses, I could only barely perceive the faint sound of footsteps on the asphalt. Two figures materialized in my field of vision, coming to a halt behind the gate.
They were dressed entirely in black and fixed me with an unmoving, unnerving glare.
I cleared my throat and spoke up.
"I am here to see Chloe Crimson. I am one of her guests."
They remained silent, exchanging a brief look. One of them glanced toward the main house for a few seconds before quickly opening the gate and gesturing for me to enter. I assumed they had successfully verified my identity.
They led me along a tree-lined pathway. My boots crunched loudly against the fallen dead leaves on the ground, but the two guards barely made a sound. They glided forward with a natural grace that clearly betrayed a predator's gait.
The state of emergency must be active for them to deploy this many guards around the perimeter, I thought, sensing numerous hidden gazes watching me from the shadows of the trees.
We reached the end of the path and approached the mansion, which was painted a deep, obsidian black—even the windows weren't spared from the dark aesthetic. The guards opened the heavy entrance door, led me upstairs, and guided me down a corridor until we reached a specific door. They left me there without a word and disappeared into the shadows. Assuming this was Chloe's room, I knocked.
A familiar voice called out from inside.
"Come in."
I turned the knob and stepped into the room. It was lavishly decorated in dark, moody tones of black and crimson. Chloe was wearing a nearly see-through red nightgown, reclining lazily against the headboard of a king-sized bed while holding a glass filled with a deep red liquid.
She looked tired. But the moment her gaze landed on me, all traces of fatigue vanished. In a marvelous display of blurring vampire speed, she was right beside me. The enticing fragrance of her perfume washed over me, instantly recalling the evening of her father's party and the feel of holding her close. Before I could fully process her movement, she was pressing intimately against me, her head resting right on my neck—precisely over the blood-dragon mark left by her bite.
I smiled wryly but didn't pull away. Instead, my arms instinctively circled her waist. Through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, I could feel the incredible softness of her skin. She raised her arms, pulled my shirt off, and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.
She didn't stand on ceremony, immediately sinking her fangs into my flesh. As my blood hit her tongue, she shivered and let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her saliva entered my system, sending an instant rush of fiery desire straight to my groin and hardening my manhood. She clearly felt the reaction; her hands slid down my torso and gripped me right through my pants. Shivering at the cool touch of her hand wrapping around my rod, I watched as she stroked me while continuing to drink.
Her face flushed a deeper, more vibrant pink. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached down and lifted her by her plump buttocks. Taken by surprise, she let out a light gasp and instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist. In this position, my erection was pressed directly against her damp underwear.
I could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric. With a swift motion, I slipped the nightgown off her shoulders, revealing her pale, flawless perfection. Her proportions were truly heavenly. One of my hands left her backside, tracing upward along her spine to her nape before moving around to cup her flat, smooth stomach and travel up to her bountiful breasts. I began massaging them slowly, gently teasing her hardened pink nipples.
Throughout my inspection, she let out a series of breathless moans as her natural nectar soaked through her underwear and began dripping onto my jeans.
Unable to take the teasing a moment longer, she pulled away from my neck and pressed her lips to mine in a bloody, passionate kiss. Her tongue tangled sensually with mine, while her hand inside my pants gripped my length and ripped my trousers completely off, leaving me naked. Without a single pause, she guided me straight inside her.
The sudden, tight penetration momentarily stole her breath. Before she could recover, I gripped her hips and began pumping rhythmically. Desperate to hold onto something, she threw her arms around my neck and screamed my name repeatedly as I quickened my pace. Her forehead rested against mine as we locked eyes—her pupils glowing a deep, intense red, narrowed to cat-like slits. Her expression was one of absolute intoxication.
Spurred on by her look, I accelerated my thrusts, eliciting lewd, helpless cries from her lips. I captured her mouth in another deep kiss, then carried her to the bed, changing positions to take her from behind.
Holding her delicious hips, I drove into her faster and faster. Soon, the sheer pleasure made her weak in the knees, unable to maintain her position. I lifted her up, spread her legs wide, and knelt on the mattress, moving her up and down on my length. At our peak speed, we were moving so fast that we were practically a blur of motion.
Channeling my willpower, I formed an invisible hand to simultaneously stimulate her clitoris, massage her breasts, and stroke her G-spot.
With a sudden, violent twitch, she climaxed hard, drenching my shaft in her sweet nectar. I followed immediately afterward, driving deep and releasing a heavy load of semen inside her. We collapsed onto the bed together, huffing and puffing from the sheer physical exertion.
Who knew sex with Chloe could be this intense? I thought absently.
While I was still catching my breath, she slid down my body, cleaned the remaining semen from my shaft with her expert mouth, and began blowing me.
Before long, her skilled ministrations brought me to another peak, and I shot another thick load straight down her throat. She swallowed every drop, licked her lips, and crawled right back up, burying me inside her once more. Sensing I wasn't fully hard enough after the rapid succession of climaxes, she leaned down, bit into my neck, and drew fresh blood. Instantly, I was rock-hard again.
This time, she took the initiative, alternating between slow, agonizingly deep grinds and fast, punishing strokes. As I watched her breasts bounce with her movements, I reached out to cup and mold them, bringing her erect nipples to my mouth and lightly biting down. She moaned loudly, accelerating her pace even further.
Four hours later, she lay sprawled across my chest, completely motionless, panting heavily with sweat plastering her dark locks to her forehead. I was exhausted to the bone; sex with Chloe was nothing short of a full marathon. We fell fast asleep in that exact position, completely lacking the energy to even roll over.
It wasn't until late the following morning that I finally stirred. Opening my eyes, I found another pair of dark, contented eyes looking up at me peacefully. It was Chloe, still resting in the exact same position we had fallen asleep in—lying right on top of me, with my shaft still comfortably buried deep inside her.
"Hi, did you sleep okay?" she asked in a soft, melodic voice.
"Very comfortably," I murmured, looking down at her tempting body. My glitchy immortal physique immediately responded, and I hardened inside her right then and there.
"Well," she murmured, a wicked, knowing smile curving her lips as she felt the sudden shift, "good morning to you too, Samsara."