That ass, though.

Two of Erika’s repeat escorts lay panting on the thick, luxurious carpeting that blankets the room, both still catching their breath from her wearing them out like a pair of cheap socks. For her part, Erika was still smiling and composed, unfazed by having fucked three men just this evening so far. About the only sign of her involvement is the thin trickle of cum dripping down the inside of one of her pale, elegant legs. Even her black hair remains immaculate, though now freed of its bun and hanging down just past her shoulders.

“Thank you!” the man she just finished with pants, drawing a light laugh from her. She’s not so much mocking him as enjoying herself. Sure, she’s cum with both of them, but standing over their defeated, sweaty bodies was so much better than just basking. It’s one of her favorite things about being a vampire, not having to give in to mortal frailty when she wanted to keep going.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” she answers, leaning down and gently kissing his forehead. He shudders, clearly as down for the count as the man she finished off earlier. She turns to her last remaining regular, one she’s had two or three times before and thoroughly enjoyed. “Any way you want it, dollface?” she asks him, striding confidently over and staring up at him with a wicked smile. “You’ve had it my way plenty, what do you want to do to me?”

“Honestly?” he says, considerably more confident than the other guys. “I’ve always wondered if you enjoyed getting a good ass-fucking.” Erika nods, but twirls her finger, motioning for him to go on. “You riding my cock, me pounding your pussy until we both make such a mess of your sheets, that’s been fun. Best sex I’ve ever had, hands-down. But sometimes, when I’m off-hours and need to relax, the thing I think about is you bending over, showing me that hot, tight ass, then the kinds of noises we’d make together while I fuck you from behind and treat your sexy butt like I’m the one paying to fuck it.”

“Mm, I think that’s an excellent idea!” Erika leans up and kisses him on the mouth, running her hand over his smooth, shaved head as he takes her in his arms. The remaining man not laying on the floor watches, just like he has for the last two, as the escort takes her to her bed and sits her down, letting her go as he removes his underwear.

“Anything you want first, ma’am?” he offers dutifully, a consummate professional in his field. Even if this strange woman drives him wild enough that it’s hard to remember that.

“You not going in dry, but I don’t think that’s what you meant,” Erika teases, hand moving down to her pussy and playing with herself in front of him. The soft, eager moan she lets out makes his aggressively-hard cock twitch, parting her pretty, red lips the perfect amount for him to instantly think about his stiff prick sliding between them. She then bites her lower one, looking back up at him. “Third shelf by the door, incidentally. Don’t make me wait, we’re well past teasing time.”

He opens the drawer as Erika masturbates, sultry groans and deep breaths taunting him for being away from her. The pressure it puts on him as his member practically aches for attention in absurd, but he digs through the vibrators, nipple clamp, ball gags, handcuffs, butt plugs, dildos, remote controls most assuredly not for a TV, and pulls out a bottle of lubricant. Turning around, Erika grins at him and crooks her finger. He pours some on his hand as he approaches, spreading it over his cock and gently jerking it, making sure he’s up and ready.

When he nears the bed, Erika slides her feet to the floor and turns around, bending over her bed before looking back at him, lust burning in her eyes. Her sexy, alabaster ass looks even better like this than he thought it would. The way the muscles in her legs flex as she shows it off and how her shoulders arch, closing her eyes with a gasp as he slides his prick between her ass cheeks, it’s a little hard not cum then and there. But as stated, he’s a professional.

“You know, since some changes in my life …” Erika tells him as he pours lube at the peak of her ass, dripping down into it and being rubbed in by his cock as he moves it against her, “getting fucked in the ass hasn’t seemed nearly as scary. It’s actually a lot of fun, if you know what you’re doing. Do you know what you’re doing?”

“You tell me,” he whispers as he moves back, then slowly pushes the head of his cock against her asshole. Erika groans as it slides inside her, smiling broadly as he feeds his considerable shaft into her butt. She isn’t lying. Since she died, it’s not like she needed her ass for anything besides looking human … or attracting them. It hadn’t taken her long to realize that having a thick dick stretching it out felt amazing to her. Never something she’d done in life, but that was one of her few regrets: not trying it out back then, simply to compare it to now.

“Seem versed so far!” she moans as he starts to thrust into her, pulling back only a little at first before burying himself inside her again. Erika’s fingers grip the sheets tightly for bracing as she moves her hips, happy to ride back with each push. It doesn’t take long for the escort to be pounding her ass in a way she thinks might hurt if she was still human, but now, she can only moan and gasp as his rough motion bounces her tits violently. “God, yes, harder! Come on, give me your best fucking shot!”

“Fuck, yes!” he grunts out, fingers digging into her hips. He buttfucks Erica roughly, both of them screaming and gasping through the process, neither seemingly willing to give ground and end this at anything but the right second. One of his hands strays to her shoulder and Erika leans back, pushing up until her back is flush with his chest. The act of displaying herself completely while getting sodomized like this makes Erika giggle, then let out a sharp squeal of excitement as his arm crosses her chest to hold her up while his other hand still guides his generous cock into her ass again and again.

“Mm, I can feel that!” she whispers to him as he throbs inside her ass, clearly close to orgasm. Try as he might, the escort can’t hold up for much longer fucking the tight, eager ass of this drop-dead gorgeous woman. Her little pants and keening screams are too much as her sexy butt clenches around his prick mercilessly, silently begging for him to fill it with his hot seed. “You want to cum, baby?”

He nods, which brings Erika to a blissful expression of sheer joy as she feels completely in control of him. She could push him away and leave him begging the rest of the evening, nothing he could do about it. She’s confident she could get this powerful, hot man begging at her feet for just a second more inside her if she wanted. Knowing that was far more potent than doing it, however, and Erika enjoyed the actual act of screwing too much to stop now. Feeling the power was enough.

She leans back, kissing him, then manages to gracefully bend herself further as his thrusts get frantic and **** until her mouth reaches his neck. She kisses it as well, normally a few times before her fangs slide down and she lets out one, final moan as she starts to cum just before breaking skin. His blood is creamy and sweet, a different flavor than most in his line of work. Not to say prostitutes taste bad, but Erika’s always found they taste similar, a savory and sour, but also deeply enjoyable flavor. This is different, and the perfect sort of “dessert,” to her evening. He grunts and groans uncontrollably as his cock explodes inside her, shooting hot sperm into her bowels wildly. He keeps pounding up her ass as she sprays down her legs, muscles spasming and her body writhing passionately as she gets filled by him from both ends. She bites harder, the noise he makes in response slightly pained, but deeply fulfilled, before she starts to pull back as the last, thick blasts of his seed gush into her ass. She swiftly seals his wound as he stumbles backwards, almost falling, but keeping his balance. Honestly, an impressive task in its own right.

“Thank YOU,” she says over her shoulder with a satisfied smirk. “Take the other boys, won’t you? Hugo will see you get home safe. I want some private time with this one.” She turns and winks at the Asian man she hasn’t met before, who returns the gesture with a confident half-smile. As the others file out, she glances down again at the purple boxer-briefs Hugo picked for him downstairs.

“How do you want me?” he asks, his voice low and powerful. Erika tilts her head in consideration, then turns her whole body to face him.

“Ideally? Very far away. But you just had to come, huh?” she sighs, body relaxing from her aroused state. “So, I have to know, are you a professional, Kindred serial killer, or is this some kind of vendetta? Because I imagine if it’s a vendetta, you want the chance to make your big speech, and since you’re not getting it in at the moment of my demise, this seemed polite. You know. Because I’m not the one of us meeting their end tonight.”

“I will not disclose my employer’s identity,” the man says, his face hardening. The illusion of confident sexuality vanishes, replaced by a deep contempt and barely-restrained fury. “Rest assured, Toreador, I’d slay you all the same with no recompense. I have no vendetta and this is not my will, but I feel no shame in erasing your wretched soul from this plane.”

“… that’s Assamite talk, isn’t it?” Erika’s expression is more perturbed than threatened. “Kind of rude. I haven’t even sent AN assassin for anyone lately, and they send someone to diablerize me? Sorry, that’s kind of racist. Were you just going to kill me?”

“Simple **** wouldn’t free reality from your corrupt essence.”

“Right the first time, got it!” she groans a little, looking up at the ceiling for a moment and collecting herself. “Do you need a weapon before we start? I really don’t have all night; I’ve just been handed some very exciting information I can’t wait to follow up on, so speeding this along? Appreciated.”

“Haqim has given me the only weapons I will ever need!” the man answers as he adopts a martial stance, clearly practiced and skilled in close combat. As he does, he digs his nails into his wrists before parting them viciously to complete the position, blood running over his fists. It practically sizzles, his hands curling into a clawed shape as his vitae blackens over his fingers. “Make peace with whatever false gods you hold.”

“Oh, I’m very at-peace with myself, but thank you!” Erika says peppily as he screams and launches himself towards her.

“Ma’am?” Hugo asks, cracking the door open. “The ‘beefy sluts,’ have been paid, monitored, and sent on their way. Will you be needing anything else for the evening?”

“Hugo, what would I do without you?” she answers wistfully. Erika sits on her bed, languorously licking what is unmistakable to her or Hugo as anything but Kindred vitae off her hand. “No, though some cleaning is in order. Had to make a terrible mess.” Hugo steps in, closing the door behind him. He observes the wall the man had been standing near, splattered in a massive and grotesque halo of blood, and briefly regards the broken, deadly-still mass collapsed only a foot or so from where the assassin had begun his ****.

“I see you noticed the purple.”

“Yes, I’m so sorry I gave you so much guff about the color-coding system, Hugo.” Erika stops her appreciation of the deceased assassin’s blood for a moment to address her bodyguard and ghoul appropriately. “It really is a massive timesaver to see who’s trying to kill me at a glance. I still say the palette needs work, but if I design it, you just KNOW I’ll end up fixating, and that’s dangerous. Muted was probably the right way to go.

“Should I go call the cleaners?” he questions, notably not specifying what kind of “cleaner,” he’s mentioning. “Oh, and forgive my inconsideration, are you harmed?”

“Please, that wannabe John Wilkes Booth didn’t get in ten feet of me the whole time.” She dismissively waves at the splattered vampire. “Really, how hard is it to have a means to kill someone without contact? For God’s sake, even you carry a gun, and I’d RATHER get shot than have you punch me.”

“Neither while I’m on-duty, ma’am.” Hugo smiles that proudly, a gesture Erika actually returns full-****.

“No, I suppose not. But hold off on the cleaners. I mean, vitae’s vitae. You’re welcome to join, Hugo. I’d certainly say you earned it.” She gestures to the blood-stained carpet and wall, to which Hugo nods. She returns to savoring the spicy, almost taboo flavor of a diablerist’s blood from her fingers where she plunged her hand into his remains to make sure he was well and gone while Hugo removes all clothing on his upper body, folding it neatly and precisely by the door before moving in on the corpse. For all his stoicism, a vicious hunger sets Hugo’s eyes alight as he descends on a meal far richer than anything meant for mortal man.