Call of the Vampire Ch. 02

Author's note: Hello everyone! I'm sorry it's been so long since my last chapter, but here is another one and hopefully I'll be able to upload more of them more consistently in the future. As you may have noticed, my last chapter was rather on the long side. So, for the purpose of getting these out to you sooner, I've decided to not try and match that length with all of my subsequent chapters and instead, give you all a higher number of shorter chapters that I think will be easier to digest. Thank you all so much for all of the positive feedback you've been giving me and I wish you all a fun and pleasure filled reading!

Celestine gracefully and silently walked through the darkened corridors of castle Plaisir. Her wide hips swayed elegantly with every soft step she took and her round, voluptuous breasts bounced beautifully as her shoulder length blonde hair shimmered in the torch light.

On her feet she wore nothing, allowing her to execute the renowned and feared silent steps of the vampire. On her body she wore a long dress of deep crimson. The fabric was light and translucent, flowing behind her with every stride and letting anyone who looked closely enough see the beauty of her naked body. The woman's nails were painted crimson to match the color of her dress and on her face she wore only a slim amount of dark eye shadow along with her favorite ruby red lipstick.

Celestine stopped when she reached her destination and stood in front of a large wooden door bolted with iron, nearly identical to the door that led to her own bedchamber. With her knuckles she rapped on the wood and heard the familiar voice of Adamar from the other side.

"Enter." Adamar said and Celestine effortlessly pushed open the heavy door to find him standing in the middle of his bedchamber completely naked, his toned muscles glistening with sweat. Behind Adamar was his large, lavish bed. Two of his male slaves lay on top of it, one of them dead asleep and the other one looking so out of breath the he would likely pass out soon as well.

Adamar was was in a pose Celestine had seen him in countless times before. He stood up strait, calm and still with his feet a little more than shoulder width apart. His arms were crossed over his chest, but his right hand was up holding his chin. His eyes darted around at the space ahead of him while the gears of his mind visibly turned. It was a pose of intelligence and power that Celestine could not help but find sexy, especially since Adamar's cock was also standing tall and proud at its full, impressive length.

"Trying to decide who's next?" Celestine asked with a smirk as she could see that Adamar had his eyes on many of different cages that lay before him. Every one of them contained more of his sex slaves, all of them men of various ages.

"Indeed I am. Please, come in Celestine." Adamar replied, still not altering his pose or the direction of his gaze. Celestine shut the door behind her and glided softly into his chambers per his request, moving to stand at Adamar's right side.

"I'm afraid I'm torn between two." he continued. "Do you see the pretty blonde one in the far corner?" He asked, gesturing to a cage containing an obviously nervous boy of nineteen. "He arrived here over two months ago. I haven't done much with him yet and I'd like to truly break him in, but I don't know if I'm in the mood for training him if it turns out that he requires it." Adamar's speech trailed off for a moment before his finger pointed to another cage more directly in front of him. He went on. "Then there is that one. The dark haired one. He's one of my best, but I fear I've been using him too much lately. I wouldn't want to wear him out or, Sanguia forbid, get bored of him." He sighed, dropping his arms and turning to face his guest. "I don't know, Celestine. What should I do?"

The pale woman's pillowy lips curled into a smile. She was unsurprised to find the caged man Adamar had just described as one of his best to be the handsome, alluring slave who had come to her chamber with Adamar's summons only two nights ago. Unlike the first man Adamar had pointed to, this slave knelt in his cell with a look of pride and confidence, as if knowing that it was he who would be chosen in the end. As Celestine's eyes ran over the man's toned figure, she saw him give her a flirtatious wink. Celestine's smile widened further and she turned to Adamar.

"Sometimes you think too much, my friend. But I suppose I can help you out." Celestine said, placing her hand on his shoulder and running it across his upper back as she stepped behind him from his right side to his left.

"Well, normally I would suggest having them both." she purred, bringing her lips close to Adamar's ear. "But I know how you prefer to give each of your slaves special attention when you fuck them. I'm honored that you would ask my advice in this matter, Adamar."

"Of course." He replied, smiling and turning his gaze towards her while she sensually stepped around him. "You were standing next to me when I founded this cult. You know that there is no one else here that I consider a better friend."

"The feeling is mutual." said Celestine "We have always had a great respect for one another, haven't we?" There was a moment of silence as the two vampires then gazed at one another. Smiles adorned their faces as each simply stopped and admired the other for a few short, meaningful seconds.

"The blonde one." Celestine then remarked, breaking the silence and pulling her gaze away to look at the cage in the far corner. "I suggest giving him more of a chance. He looks eager and, who knows? He just might surprise you." After saying this she turned to the handsome, dark haired slave in the front, returning his flirtatious wink and causing him to chuckle in response.

"You may be right. Very well then." Adamar replied. "You, slave!" he shouted, pointing his finger towards the blonde man in the cage. "Get out here and stand beside the bed until I'm ready for you."

"Y-Yes sir! Right away, Master Adamar!" The man stuttered, opening the unlocked door and nearly leaping out of his cell to go stand exactly where his master had instructed.

Adamar then turned back to Celestine, seeming to almost immediately forget about the little human he had just ordered around. "By the way..." he asked "Did that one slave ever work out for you? Younger red haired thing? Skinny as a rail?"

"Oh, her." Celestine laughed softly as she remembered. "Yes, she is still with me. I was ready to throw her out, but I let one of my better slaves give her a few pointers. She now pleases me adequately." She then blinked and looked to Adamar, perplexed. "How is it that you even know of her?" she asked.

Adamar answered her only with a sly look and a knowing grin. She quickly shook her head and changed the subject.

"Adamar..." She began, an impatient look appearing on her face as she crossed her own arms underneath her breasts, pushing them up even further. "You didn't call me in here when the sun has just barely set to make small talk with me. You want to talk about..." As she said this she gazed into Adamar's eyes, her voice trailing off, suggestively.

"Yes." Adamar replied, stopping her. "Yes I do, but not here. Step with me into my study, will you? I've had my slaves light a fire there for us both." Celestine nodded in agreement and Adamar walked over to grab a comfortable looking dark-grey robe from his bed. He quickly slipped it on, using it to clothe himself before leading his guest into another small, adjacent room. He then pulled a key out from the pocket of his robe, using it to securely lock the study door behind them.

Castle Plaisir did have a library as part of its original design, but what few books remained in it when the castle was abandoned did not get much use anymore. The vampires had little need for reading as part of their hedonistic lifestyles. Adamar was one of the few vampires who still made a point to dedicate time to such things and his study reflected that about him, being a nearly wall to wall and floor to ceiling display of his own private collection of novels and tomes. At the wall farthest from the door sat the fireplace, the warm glow of the crackling flames illuminating the room. Above the fireplace hung a blue and yellow crest, nearly the only clue in the entire castle as to who it was that actually built this place, though few vampires paid details such as that any mind. Lastly, in the center of the room amidst the other desks, seats and worn candles were two comfortable looking armchairs turned in the direction of the fireplace. After the vampires entered the room Adamar promptly took a seat in one of the chairs. Celestine followed suit and did the same in the other. They relaxed for a short moment, gazing at the dancing fire before Adamar spoke.

"So, how is he doing so far?" he asked, resting his elbows on the armrests and placing his fingers together in front of his face in a thoughtful pose.

"I would say very well, all things considered." Celestine began to report, sitting up strait and crossing one of her smooth, pale legs over the other. "It has been two nights now and I'm sure he is still eagerly fucking that little duchess of his senseless. His ritual was one of the smoothest transitions from man to vampire that I've ever seen, though I did find him particularly..." Celestine paused for a moment, gently rubbing her thighs together as the enticing memory of pleasure returned to her. "...ravenous after the transformation." Adamar chuckled and became more relaxed in his chair.

"Couldn't help but sample the new-blood yourself, could you?" he asked teasingly. "I suppose that's fair. I doubt I could resist either, given the opportunity. Is that all you have to report, Celestine?"

"More or less." She replied. "We have him set up in a bedchamber in the east wing. He's hardly come out of it since."

"Good, good." Said Adamar, his eyes once again falling to the fire as he became lost in thought for a moment. "Things are going according to plan so far, but before we can proceed with the next step I believe more needs to be done. There are still vampires among us who are angered by the fact that prince Julien was allowed to join our cult in the first place, yes?" Celestine nodded in agreement.

"Gaspard and Beatrix are the loudest voices on that front. I understand that you have explained our plan to them, but from what I've gathered it has done little to temper their rage. They are vampires of principle and such an action did defy nearly every tradition we have. They have placed the blame for it all squarely on the two of us." Adamar shook his head, leaning forward in his chair and returning to his thoughtful position.

"We cannot have that. The cult must be united and willing to follow my leadership unquestioningly if we are to ever succeed." As if having suddenly gotten an idea, his head then quickly turned to look at Celestine. "Have you gifted him a slave yet?

"I-I..." Celestine stuttered, looking away and towards the floor with a dismayed expression. Adamar had exposed her forgetfulness. It was a long standing tradition in their cult for the sponsor of a vampire to award them their first slave. Since Julien had already brought the duchess as his first, the idea had completely slipped Celestine's mind. She couldn't help but feel ashamed of herself. She of all people should have remembered that such practices were not to be ignored in castle Plaisir.

"No." she admitted meekly, though, to her surprise, Adamar responded not with rage or disappointment, but with a sinister grin.

"Splendid." He replied. "Then you will do so tonight. The prince prefers women, correct? Give him one of your better girls, but not one that you would regret loosing. Make the gift public so that other vampires can see it, and if you could also persuade him to fuck her in front of the others, that may help a great deal." Adamar then stood up and moved to stand in front of Celestine. He offered her his hand, which Celestine took before standing up herself and allowing Adamar to hold both of her hands in his. Once again they gazed into each other's eyes.

"We need to foster the idea that Julien is one of us. Not just a vampire, but a member of our cult who belongs here in castle Plaisir." Admar instructed. "It may not happen quickly, but with our aid even Gaspard and Beatrix may be persuaded."

"I will see to it." Assured Celestine with a grin. "I am with you in this mission, Adamar. The nation of Basien will be ours." Adamar closed his eyes, clutching Celestine's hands tighter as he spoke with passion.

"Oh, it will be glorious, will it not? But we must keep level heads. One wrong move and this all may be for nothing." He then smiled at Celestine lovingly. "I knew I could count on you. You will be greatly rewarded for you efforts in this, I can assure you."

The lock on the study door turned as Adamar and Celestine exited, stepping back into the bedchamber and finding everything exactly as they had left it. This included the young man standing beside the bed in nothing but his collar, nervously awaiting his Master's attention.

"Oh, and speaking of rewards..." Adamar continued as if suddenly remembering. "I wish to thank you for the excellent job you've done in bringing the prince into our fold. If you would like, I'd be glad to lend you a few of my own slaves for tonight. Would three of them suffice?" Celestine gave Adamar a look of pleasant surprise, placing her hand on his arm as she laughed.

"There is no need to offer..." She began, but then stopped herself and thought for a moment, reconsidering her words. Celestine held her chin and looked to Adamar with an expression of devious delight. "How very kind of you! I accept."

Adamar placed his hands on his hips and grinned, watching Celestine stride across the room towards the cage of the dark haired slave that had previously been a part of their discussion.

Behind the bars of his cell, the kneeling, naked man still looked up at Celestine with an alluring confidence. The woman's eyes ran over his toned figure from top to bottom and she couldn't help but bite her plump lower lip at the sight.

"Three will be perfect, but make sure that this slave is among them." She pointed to him in emphasis before turning back towards Adamar. "I care not who the other two are, but I want this slave as mine for the night." The dark haired slave chuckled again upon hearing Celestine's request. Adamar did as well, walking back over towards his bed and stripping off his robe, leaving himself as naked as he was when she walked in.

"It will be done, my dear." He replied, his eyes now fixed on the young, blonde slave that he was soon to have his way with. "That is all I wished to discuss, Celestine. You may go now if you wish." He called back to her, slowly and confidently stepped towards the nervous man, placing his hand on the slave's pale cheek and caressing the smooth skin of his face. "Or, would you perhaps like to stay and watch me break in my new toy here? You know that you are always welcome." Calestine chuckled.

"Any other night I would likely accept that invitation." She said. "But I'm afraid I have much work to complete tonight."

"Indeed you do." Replied Adamar, his red eyes gazing into the pale blue irises of his slave and seeming to cut the man to his very soul. The vampire toyed with his prey, roaming his hands around the man's bony figure as his cock stood, once again, fully erect and throbbing. "I will send my slaves to you shortly after midnight. Do try to send them back in one piece."

Celestine smiled and gave a polite bow, not feeling the need to say anything further as it was clear Adamar's attention was on other matters. She elegantly turned and exited the bedchamber, only hearing the phrase "Now be a good boy and get on your knees." Spoken before she shut the heavy door behind her.

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The east wing of Castle Plaisir was not a place Celestine found herself visiting often. All of the rooms that had been intended as bedchambers existed on the second story of the west wing, including both hers and Admar's. Given the growing size of Plaisir's cult, however, some of the abandoned rooms of the east wing had needed to be repurposed into additional bedchambers so as to allow room for any new family members welcomed into the fold. So far, it had only been Zoe and Xavier occupying the this space, and as Celestine silently walked towards it she wondered if it pleased those two to know that they now had a new neighbor.

When Celestine reached the east wing's darker and dustier halls, she proceeded down the left hallway towards Julien's new and hastily furnished room. She strode past the bedchambers of both Zoe and Xavier as she proceeded and, as was usually the case when walking through the castle's halls, she heard the distinct noises of both male and female pleasure intensely echoing from the other sides of each of their doors.

When she reached Julien's quarters, she found that it was no exception and heard the pleasured screams of the former grand duchess through the door as Julien grunted earnestly again and again. All of this wild sex going on around her made Celestine lick her lips absentmindedly, heat growing between her legs as she raised her hand to rap her knuckles on the wood of Julien's door.

"What!?" she heard him shout with irritation from the other side, the sounds of his pounding thrusts never ceasing or slowing as Celestine pushed open the door and entered.

She found Julien kneeling on a bed much smaller and more rickety than any that the other vampires processed. Fiona, his former fiancé, was on all fours in front of him, the side of her face pressed to the sheets and her ass in the air so as to fully take every inch of his hard cock each time he forced it inside of her dripping cunt.

Compared to what the all of the other vampires in castle Plaisir had, Julien's bedchambers were nothing short of pitiful, all of his furniture being things in disrepair that had to be gathered from other rooms or storage in order to cobble together something resembling a living quarters.

Celestine leaned on the dark, stone doorframe for a moment, smiling and silently admiring Julien's tight, powerful ab muscles as they flexed with every hard fuck he gave to his whore. Fiona's round ass bounced each time her Master's hips slammed against her and she moaned into the mattress, clutching the blankets in her delicate fingers and leaving her own mouth hanging open in a constant state of bliss.

"Having fun?" Asked Celestine, her voice now breathy as her pussy felt soaked with arousal. Her right hand roamed up her body to play with her collar bones, then down again to slide over the curve of one of her massive breasts.

Julien did not answer right away as he was too lost in the pleasure of fucking the human woman below him who now had a newly made collar around her neck baring his name as the inscription. He suddenly pounded into her harder than ever, stopping and baring his fangs as he moaned loudly with release. Just then, his thick white cum began to flow down Fiona's inner thighs and his hands that clutched the cheeks of her ass gripped tighter, his fingers roughly digging into her soft, plump flesh.

Fiona gave a long, shuddering moan as well, her whole body trembling with yet another powerful orgasm as she felt her Master empty his load inside of her. As Julien then released his grip on her, she slid forward, his large, cum-covered cock pulling out and leaving her pussy gaping as she collapsed down onto the bed. The bedframe was so small, however, that Fiona's head and forearms hung off of the edge when she layed forward, but Julien payed it no mind. He look up towards his visitor, his expression brightening into a smile as he quickly caught his breath.