Wet pink flesh

Chapter Four

A figure clothed in black, tall and lean, with long black hair tied into a ponytail, appeared before me. I took a step back, ready to run, but he turned sharply, and his voice froze me in place.

“Mira, you’re here already. I didn’t expect it to be this soon,” he said. I turned slowly to face him.

“My name is Vlad. Blade’s youngest son,” he added, clearing his throat as he approached with a small, confident smile.

Everyone here seemed to know my name already, and it felt strange. It made me feel like prey that had been tracked long before it entered their world.

He stopped just a few feet away, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He moved closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. And before I could flinch, his left hand tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. His nose grazed the sensitive skin of my neck, inhaling deeply.

“Mira…" he groaned.

​"Stop it! How dare you!" I shoved him, my heart hammering against my ribs. I was furious, yet a part of me reacted shamelessly at his touch.

The garden was dark, but a single bulb outside the mansion cast light on his face. His eyes were a piercing blue, the kind that seemed to hold a strange, dangerous power. These people, starting from Draven, were unlike any human I had ever met.

“Please, Mira…" he whispered, his voice a low plea as he pulled me back into his arms. One hand gripped my hair again, forcing me to feel the vibration of his voice against my skin.

“Your scent…Mira,”

“I said get off me!" I shouted, using every ounce of strength I had to shove him away.

He stumbled back, and I turned immediately, walking as fast as I could toward the mansion.

“Take me to my room,” I told a servant mopping the corridor leading to the living room. He didn’t answer immediately. I looked down and noticed a pool of blood on the floor, like an animal had been slaughtered there.

“He’ll show you the way,” the servant replied without looking at me.

I glanced up and saw the masked man from earlier standing silently at the end of the corridor.

“What happened…?” I started to ask, but a cold hand clamped onto my arm before I could get a response.

“To your room,” he said. Without another word, he led the way.

He opened a door to the living room and then quickly climbed the stairs, moving so fast that I struggled to keep up. I followed silently until we reached a pink-painted door. He stopped and turned to me.

“This is your room. Everything you need is inside. If you need anything else, ask Vick,” he said, his deep voice commanding yet calm.

He turned to leave, but halfway down the hallway, he paused and turned sharply toward me.

“Once it’s midnight, do not step out. Keep your door locked.”

I opened the door, barely glancing inside, and then shut it again. I needed to clear my head. I needed to silence the anger Vlad stirred inside me, and alcohol feels like the only answer.

I walked into the living room and went straight to the bar, no permission, no request. I didn’t care if I got fired after this, my life was already a mess, a wreckage of broken dreams. No education, no medical career, and surely there's no future.

My eyes scanned the rows of wine bottles, and one caught my attention. I sank onto a stool and grabbed it. Without checking the label, I popped it open and pressed the bottle to my lips. Tilting my head back, the sharp cherry-and-spirit flavor filled my mouth.

“Mmm… ahh, tastes great,” I whispered, taking another long sip. Before that one even reached my belly, I took another.

“My life is ruined. No school, no doctor, no surgeon… all thanks to you, Dad,” I shouted, laughing bitterly despite the sharp ache in my chest.

I lifted the bottle and gulped down the remaining contents. My vision blurred, my throat burned, and I jumped down from the stool and staggered toward the stairs.

I stepped onto the first stair and realized my legs could barely hold me. So I crawled up, using both my hands and knees, until I reached a door I believed was mine. I stopped, opened it, and walked inside.

I made my way to what I thought was a couch, or maybe a bed, I wasn’t sure. I only knew I was falling onto something.

I sank into it, and a sharp pain shot through my back. I jolted upright, my eyes widening as I realized I wasn’t lying on a couch at all, it was a long table covered with weapons and sharp objects scattered across its surface.

I sank to the floor, and my left finger slid up my dress, thighs trembling and a cold shiver washed through me. My breath turned shallow as my thoughts drifted back to Draven, and I pictured his veiny dick thrusting into my wet slippery pussy.

My right fingers traced my neck down to my chest and cupped my breast, “Yeah! Fuck…” a soft whisper slipped from my mouth, my thumb circling the nipple until it hardened.

Ever since I met Draven, something in me craves to be touched, sucked, and fucked. It had never been like this, not even after I hit puberty.

​Now, just the thought of him gets me wet. I pushed my underwear aside and slid a finger down to my wetness. Without putting it inside, I circled the sensitive flesh around my entrance, moving it to my clit, thumbing it.

​“Fuck… yeah…” My breath quickened, and I moaned into the room, loud and shameless. I slid my finger up and down, from my clit to my wet pink flesh around my pussy hole, slow at first, then faster, while my other hand teased my breast.

​I imagined Draven thrusting deep, stretching my walls for the first time. “Fuck me, Draven… yeah… Draven, fuck…” His name escaped my mouth before I could catch it.

​Accidentally, one of my fingers slipped inside me. A sharp, brief sting flared, but it was suddenly replaced by a rush of pleasure. I began to slide my finger in and out, finding a rhythm that made my hips lift to meet every stroke.

A warm wet fluid coat my hand and dripped to the floor, my body shuddered and a shock raced through me.

​“My cock can do something better than that,” a voice said. My eyes snapped open, and I saw Vlad standing in front of me, holding his hard, slim, veiny length in his hand.

​“What the hell…” I tried to stand up, shame washing over me, but he held me back.

​“Please, Mira. I promise I will be gentle…”

​The thought of Draven flashed through my head again. I tried to fight the urge to stay faithful, but I couldn’t. Not in this state.

​“Go on your knees. Take me, Mira… I am yours,” he purred, bringing his cock close to my face.

​I obeyed like a child and dropped to my knees and gulped down the lumps of pleasure that settled in my throat before reaching out to touch him, suddenly confused about what to do next.

​I looked up at him, and he had that boyish, charming look on his face as he smiled down at me.

​“You don’t know what to do? Rub it, baby,” he murmured. His voice sent a tingling shock straight to my already aching core.

​My small hand wrapped around his nine-inch length, and before I knew it, I was gliding my palm up and down. It felt so fucking wrong, yet so right at the same time.

​I had just met this guy tonight. I was in a relationship, and yet here I was, on my knees, pleasuring my boss’s son, ready to spread my legs and let him take me.

​“Fuck, Mira...” His soft groan pulled me out of my head. I ran my hand over him, loving the feeling of his hard, veiny cock against my palm.

​“Yes, Mira... you naively know how to do it right. I love it. Now, wrap your mouth around my dick. Take it all,” he moaned, gathering my hair back into a makeshift ponytail to clear my face.

​Without even thinking, I stuck my tongue out and licked the precum on the cap of his cock. It tasted so nice and disgusting all at once.

​“Fuck...” His moan resonated through the room. I continued to swirl my tongue around his cap, licking him and swallowing the taste of him. It felt so good to hear him moan, even though I knew I was still just learning.