Downfall

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Monday, January 12, 2015

“Alright everyone settle down, we don’t have all night,” Dr. Ludwig barks out to get everyone’s attention. The members of the sex addiction meeting group quickly sit down in the folding metal chairs provided. They know not to piss off the tiny doctor. Despite her small size, she’s not afraid of meting out punishment. Eric notices that Jason Stackhouse sits as far away from Dr. Ludwig as possible. The vampire wants to know where that sweet smell came from last week, so he sits next to the attractive, but dim-witted man. Eric inhales discreetly. Underneath the smell of beer and sweat, there is the faintest of traces of the sweetness that Eric smelled last week, but it’s nowhere near as potent as when the door was opened. Perhaps it is one of the enchantments Ludwig has placed on the room to keep people safe. Tonight he will follow Stackhouse out of the meeting. If his blood is half as sweet as he smells, then Eric may have to add him to his donor rotation. Of course, he knows the Were won’t be willing. While the Were seems to be accepting of homosexuals, he is definitely homophobic when a homosexual turns their attention on him. While Eric can definitely see the appeal of Jason Stackhouse, he much prefers his sexual partners to be women. Eric has definitely experienced the pleasures of the flesh with both genders and with many of the different Supernatural species, but nothing is as appealing to him as sliding in a woman’s warm, wet pussy; feeling her walls constrict around him as she cums, and then sliding his fangs in her flesh to taste the endorphins that makes the blood taste marginally sweeter.

“Mr. Northman, something you want to share with the rest of us?” Dr. Ludwig looks down towards his crotch where he’s sporting an obvious erection. “Whatever it is you’re thinking about, I’d suggest you stop,” the doctor says to goad him further. Eric growls in frustration, knowing he’ll have to wait for his not so little problem to go away on its own. Per the cunt queen’s rule, if he masturbates at all during the next two months and three weeks, he’ll send a year in silver not to mention losing his position within her kingdom. Eric has no idea how the Bitch Queen plans to verify that he hasn’t jacked off, but he’s not willing to take the risk.

“Now, we’ll pick up where we left off last week. Sheriff, I believe you were in the middle of telling us about the episode that landed you in therapy,” Dr. Ludwig says as a prompt for getting the group session started.

“There’s not much left to tell,” Eric says with a shrug.

Flashback

Eric smirks as he guides the head of his elf up and down on his cock. It’s been a long time since he’s had someone this good suck his cock, probably since the 1970s. Studio 54 in New York; those were the days when humans were willing to do anything and everything in the name of pleasure. It had been hedonistic, something Eric hadn’t experienced from humans since the Roaring Twenties when humans had been all about excess. He’s brought back to the present as his eyes roll back in his head as her mouth closes around his base and she hollows her cheeks to give him a good, hard suck.

“Fuck yes,” he growls as his fangs throb painfully against his lips. She licks his tip with a curl of her tongue, her eyes fluttering closed as she savors the slightly salty taste she finds.

When her eyes flick open, she licks her lips hungrily. “You taste so fuckin’ good. I wanna taste more.” Her mouth opens wide to accommodate his thick, turgid length. As she slides down his length, her tongue slides along the underneath of him, massaging the vein long his length. Eric’s hands grip her hair tightly, his hips thrusting up as she begins swallowing around his length.

“Yes,” he hisses out as his cum begins spurting down her throat. He keeps her head firmly around his base and she gags slightly causing some of his cum to dribble out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin. But she keeps swallowing until there is nothing else left. Only then does Eric release his hold on her. When she sits back on her heels, she’s wearing a satisfied grin. She takes her finger, swiping it along her chest and chin to gather up his extra seed and brings it to her lips.

“Mmmmm,” she hums as she sucks her finger, scrapping her teeth along her digit as she releases it from her mouth with a pop. “Delicious.”

Eric tangles his hand in her hair again, bringing her mouth to his for a hungry kiss. She slashes her tongue on one of his fangs, and Eric grips her painfully as the sweetness of her blood coats his tongue and throat. Their tongues duel and teeth scrap against each other as their kiss is nothing but raw, primitive passion. As they are kissing, Eric lifts the woman on his lap. One hand pushes the top of her dress down, revealing her perky breasts and blush-colored nipples, while the other bunches the bottom of the dress up around her waist. Eric savagely rips away the delicate black lace thong. Breaking their kiss because she needs to breath, the woman raises up on her knees before plunging down on his pulsing phallus. She moans wantonly and throws her head back as she rocks back and forth on her knees. The still unnamed woman does not move other than to grind down on him, pushing his dick as far inside her as possible. He’s far larger than anything she’s ever had inside her before, so it stings as her body stretches to accommodate him, but there’s nothing she wants more than to feel him pounding in her. She wants the pain; she wants to be fucked hard. It’s been too long since she’s felt a man between her legs.

“Santa’s elf is being naughty,” Eric purrs. “Do you know what happens to naughty elves?” The woman shakes her head violently, her body on the verge of orgasm. “They get fucked hard.”              

The vampire uses his hands to shift her legs so that they are hanging over the arms of his throne. Eric smiles at her wickedly as his fingers flick her extended nipples, his nails scratching the sensitive flesh causing her to shudder. He grabs her by the hips to control her movements and tells her to close her eyes. Once she complies, Eric begins to fuck her at vampire speed. The sensation of him moving so quickly in and out of her silken sheath is unlike anything she’s experienced before. It’s like the best sex toy ever invented; a ten-inch penis with girth combined with a vibrator set so fast that it will shake the fillings right out of her teeth. Within seconds, she’s making sounds that none of her sexual partners have ever been able to wring from her before. It’s guttural, loud, unintelligible, and continues as Eric sends her body hurtling from one orgasm to the next without a break in between.

Eric grins in satisfaction as he watches the blonde on his lap bounce. He wants nothing more than to sink his fangs in one of her breasts while she’s astride him, but knows if he were to do so while at vamp speed he would more than likely rip the grapefruit-sized globe from her body. She’s almost at the point of passing out from pleasure overload when he stops, sinking his fangs in the tanned flesh above her areola. Her hands move to his head, cradling him against her breast as he suckles. His tongue dances across her nipple as his fingers slip between them to rub against her clit. Another orgasm rips through her sated body and she collapses in a boneless mass in his arms.

Licking the wounds closed, Eric raises his head from her breast, letting her blood drip from his fangs on his bottom lip and chin. His seductress rolls her head forward, tonguing her blood off his chin and lip. Eric growls and vamps them to the floor in front of his throne, which is covered in fake snow that sticks to his partner’s sweat-slickened skin. He positions her on all fours as he sets himself behind her. He knows that they don’t have much time left so he needs to make this quick. Perhaps after the party he’ll have more time to devote to his elf. Eric cannot remember the last time he’s enjoyed fucking and feeding from someone this much. Usually the patrons of his bar think themselves better than what they truly are, and Eric is often left disappointed despite being nourished and finding a sexual release. There’s no fun in fucking when he’s having to teach the pathetic blood whores how to suck his cock properly or having to glamour them to shut the fuck up because the sound of their voice irritates him. Whoever this woman is, he definitely needs to get her name so they can do this more often.

As Eric pushes roughly in her, the door to the bar opens. Eric uses vamp speed once again to fuck her, hurrying to get his release before his progeny begins yelling at him for not being ready or for fucking up her decorations. Eric smiles in relief as he cums buried deep inside his elf, having found his release. He slips out of Santa’s naughty helper, who is passed out on the floor from her final orgasm of the night. Eric smirks as he stands up, zipping up the horrid velvet red pants that are stained with cum and sweat. Eric will deposit the woman on the couch in his office and then will use his speed to set the scene to rights so he won’t have to deal with his angry child.

However, it’s not Pam’s anger he needs to worry about.

“Northman, what the fuck are you doing fucking my pet?” The Queen snarls furiously with her fangs extended as she stands looking at the scene before her. Not only has he fucked her pet, but he’s sampled her blood.

The Queen vamps forward, pinning Eric against the nearest pillar as her nails dig into the skin of his face. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t end you for touching something that doesn’t belong to you,” she snarls as her fingers pierce his skin drawing blood.

“I did not know she was your pet, Majesty,” Eric begins in a controlled voice, but inside he is seething. If she really is the Queen’s pet, then why had she returned his sexual advances? She should have made her identity known, but she intentionally kept it hidden from him. If Eric had known this was the Queen’s pet, he wouldn’t have touched her with Pam’s strap-on much less his own dick. How did Eric not smell the Queen on her? No amount of showering or perfume should have been able to remove the Queen’s blood from her body. What the fuck magic is this?

End Flashback

“Dude that sucks!” Jason Stackhouse is the first to offer his assessment of the situation after Eric finishes his tale of what landed him in therapy. The only thing that had saved his fangs that night was that the Queen needed him to make her event go off without a hitch. Pam and others had hurried to get the bar set to rights while Eric dealt with the Queen’s wrath. Sophie-Anne’s pet was deposited in a limo to be taken back to the hotel where the Queen would deal with her later. Eric had no care for what handed to the duplicitous bitch that landed him in hot water with his Queen. Despite his feelings for Sophie-Anne, Eric had served her loyally his entire time as sheriff, never having done anything to make her question his allegiance. She would have been well within her rights to strip him of his title or worse, sentence him to the True Death, for his crime. Eric learned the only thing that had saved him was that Hadley, his slutty elf, had admitted she’d staged the whole thing to get back at Sophie-Anne because she was considering marriage with the King of Arkansas.

“So if Hadley admitted it was her fault, why are you still being punished? That don’t seem right,” Jason questions.

“Jason, you are still new to other ways of the supernatural world,” another Were explains to him. “Fairness is not usually how things are done in this world. Besides, the Queen needed to save face, and she’s doing that by punishing her sheriff.” This Were keeps shifting in her seat as she talks about punishment, as if the idea of pain gets her off. Eric will need to learn her name for later; he can always use a playmate for when he is in one of his darker moods.

“Don’t make me turn the hose on you Miss Pelt. Your addictions to sex and drugs, V in particular, have gotten you thrown out of two packs already.” Eric growls menacingly at the mention of V and the Were shrinks back slightly though it does nothing to dampen her arousal; in fact, it makes her wetter. Dr. Ludwig rolls her eyes, before turning her attention back to the group at large. “Mr. Stackhouse, you will do well to remember that the supernatural world does not operate the same as the human world. You’re ideas of right and wrong do not match with the rules that govern our world. It is only because of the regard your Packmaster has for your sister that you landed here instead of being put down like a rabid animal, as was your Packmaster’s first inclination.” Jason gulps audibly and slinks lower in his seat.

That explains part of the mystery Eric couldn’t figure out last week. Jason Stackhouse is a bitten Were; that is why he doesn’t smell as strongly of animals as the other Weres in this group. But where does the sweetness come from? In fact, with the memory fresh in his mind of what landed him in this group, Eric is finally able to put together the correlation that has been on the fringes. The scent that clung to his slutty elf and the sweetness that hovers around Jason Stackhouse is similar, though on Hadley it was stronger. Perhaps the Were scent dilutes Jason’s flavor. But what is it that makes them so sweet?

Dr. Ludwig mentioned a sister. Eric wonders if she smells anything like her brother. More importantly, why does the Packmaster hold her in such high regard? Normally Weres don’t value anything outside of their pack. If Stackhouse is a bitten, then his sister isn’t a Were. What makes her so damn special?

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8 Responses to Downfall

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  2. Kittyinaz says:

    Lol. In this case, poor Jason, he Would be right if it had not been Supe politics. Hmm packmaster being Calvin??

  3. lostinspace33 says:

    Uh-oh! Eric’s been a naighty, naughty boy!

  4. mom2goalies says:

    Poor Eric getting duped by Hadley. Wonder how quickly Eric will meet up with Sookie and how he’ll react since he can’t do anything with her til his punishment is over. Seems like meeting Sookie before his time is up will be an even worse punishment! Lol

  5. duckbutt60 says:

    Eric is going to play it straight because he doesn’t know if SA has some kind of “magical low jack” on his dick to know if he beats one off. heh……. Can’t wait to see where this goes…..So, Hadley was the slutty elf? Wonder if she’s mouthed off yet to SA about her “weird” cousin….

  6. murgatroid98 says:

    I would think ‘poor Eric’ if he wasn’t as much a man-whore as Jason. Meeting Jason’s sister should be very interesting.

  7. ashmo2000 says:

    Of course the naughty elf was Hadley and Eric has to pay the penalty because she’s a scandalous whore. Well, apparently so is Eric… within limits.

  8. anem72 says:

    I’m really enjoying this, it’s so fun!

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