Real estate pt.3

My offering, a man named Gary, stood beside me, his tall frame slightly unsteady, his dark blonde hair disheveled, his blue eyes hazy with the venom from a transfusion weeks ago. The hospital’s tainted blood had left him enhanced—his skin faintly luminous, his muscles taut with unnatural vitality—but his mind teetered, drawn to me by a telepathic call I’d woven since sensing his blood. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, revealing a chest marked with faint scars from prior bites, his breath ragged as he murmured, “I… need something… don’t know why I’m here…”

Angela swept into the foyer last, her blonde hair shimmering, her crimson eyes locking onto me with commanding intensity. She paused, her gaze flicking to Gary, recognizing the venom’s trace in him. “Elena,” she purred, her voice a velvet blade, “you’ve brought a fine gift. This one’s primed—a blood mule, ripe for your hunger. Break his mind, make him a source of blood to sustain you. But hear me: do not transform him. Keep him human, enhanced by our venom—stronger, vital, forever yearning for you. He’ll forget each encounter, but our telepathic call will summon him back, always.”

Her warning anchored me, my fangs aching but restrained. “Yes, Mistress Angela,” I whispered, my hand tightening on Gary’s arm, his warmth stirring my hunger. I led him to a shadowed library off the foyer, its leather chaise bathed in chandelier light, the door clicking shut to seal us in. The distant moans from the mansion—Sarah’s gasps, Mei’s soft cries—were a faint pulse as I turned to Gary, my crimson eyes piercing his, my voice a sultry lure. “Gary, you feel it, don’t you? The pull in your blood, calling you to me.”

He nodded, his gaze locked on mine, the venom making him pliant. “I… can’t stop thinking about you,” he stammered, his hands twitching with need. I smiled, weaving my mental tether into his thoughts—images of his tongue on my core, his body yielding to mine, promises of ecstasy. “That’s our gift,” I purred, straddling his lap on the chaise, my gown riding up, fingers tracing his jaw. “The transfusion woke you, made you stronger… but only I can sate you.”

His breath hitched, arousal stirring as I ground against him, his hardness evident beneath me. “What… are you doing to me?” he whispered, confusion flickering in his eyes as I deepened the visions—his mouth worshipping me, my moans his reward. His mind resisted faintly—This isn’t right—but the venom eroded his barriers. I unbuttoned his shirt, nails grazing his chest, drawing a low groan—“Mmm…”—as I leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Yield, Gary. Beg to serve me.”

His hands gripped my waist, his voice breaking. “Please… I need to please you…” His mind fractured under the onslaught, the visions now vivid—me riding him, his tongue buried in me, endless pleasure. “On your knees,” I commanded, standing to let my gown fall, baring my luminous curves. He dropped instantly, his face at my core, hands parting my thighs. “Service me,” I ordered, guiding his tongue to my folds. He licked eagerly, circling my clit, drawing a moan—“Mmm, yes…”—as I tangled my fingers in his hair, rocking against him. His fervor grew, the venom sharpening his senses, his moans vibrating—“Mmmph…”—as I gasped, “Ohhh, deeper… good boy…”

Pleasure coiled tight, but I wanted more. I pulled him up, pushing him onto the chaise, freeing his cock—hard and throbbing—from his pants. “Fuck me,” I whispered, sinking onto him missionary-style, his length filling me as I moaned—“Ahh, so good…”—his thrusts deep, hands gripping my hips. “Elena… God…” he groaned, his mind shattering under my visions—eternal service, my body his altar. “Harder,” I demanded, my breasts bouncing, our bodies slapping together, my moans escalating—“Ohhh, yes…”—as pleasure surged.

He came first, his climax erupting with a cry—“Yesss, ohhh!”—his seed spilling hot inside me, his body convulsing. In that moment, I bit his neck, shallow to obey Angela, drawing blood without transforming, the taste igniting my own orgasm—“Mmm, ohhh…”—as I clenched around him. His mind broke fully, a blood mule bound to my will, enhanced but human, yearning for my affections like an addiction. I whispered, “You’ll forget, Gary, but you’ll crave me. Answer our call.” He nodded, dazed, the compulsion sealing his fate—he’d return, forgetting each encounter, tethered by our telepathic summons, a source of blood forever.