Lunar Supremacy: The Original Alpha



"Kiss me."

Vincent's mind raced as he tried to comprehend her words. Was this an act of desire? A spell of enchantment? Or perhaps a trap?

He couldn't deny the allure of the beautiful woman before him, but the realization that she could be potentially dangerous , a being with the power to end his life, made him hesitate. 

"Someone like her cant be a normal person " he muttered to himself, his inner voice desperately attempting to control in his urges. He couldn't fathom the possibility that someone like her could be ordinary. She was too appealing, too alluring to fit into the mold of normalcy. Every inch of her body appeared to be carved to perfection, a temptation that tested his self-control. Not that he had a strong one to begin with.

He also couldn't help but marvel at the velvety texture of her skin. It was as if he was touching a delicate flower petal or the finest silk. The sensation sent a delightful shiver down his spine, a tingling that danced across his fingertips. Her skin seemed almost ethereal, a surreal experience that made him question whether he was in a dream or reality.

But amidst the intoxicating and dangerous attraction, an idiotic thought crept into his mind. Could he be so infatuated that he would willingly bet his life for a taste of her? It sounded utterly ludicrous, but this woman just made him imagine it. How gorgeous can you be to seduce someone like him, who had already tasted a dozens women?

He couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief as he repeated the thought in his mind

"This woman is dangerously attractive." 

"This woman is dangerously attractive." 

"This woman is dangerously attractive."  he needed to repeat it numerous times simply to convinced himself of the danger.

Alas.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he found himself facing an inner battle. The strength of his resolve clashed with the lustful urges that stirred within him, personified by his "other huge head below". Little did he know that what he was feeling right now was a byproduct of something hidden within him . In fact, he was now mentally capable to resist the seductions of any woman, with the exception of a handful who were somehow connected to him.

Sensing his hesitation, the woman smiled, placed her hands on his head and forced a kiss upon him.

"Wait!"

Though he had the strength to resist, an unexplainable force seemed to hold him captive. It was as if an invisible hand guided his actions, compelling him to yield to her lips.

Regardless, he couldn't deny the truth in front of him—she was a great kisser. Her mastery of the art was evident in the way she effortlessly moved her tongue, teasing and tantalizing him with each delicate stroke. It was as if she held the secret to a hidden world of pleasure, and he found himself willingly surrendering to her expertise.

As he continue to enjoy the taste of her lips, a surge of energy coursed through his body. The kiss carried an otherworldly intensity, igniting a fire within him that he couldn't comprehend. 

In that moment, time stood still. Their bodies pressed against each other, every sensation heightened. His mind swirled with conflicting emotions, torn between resistance and surrender. It was an experience beyond his control, his desires enveloped him completely.

When the kiss ended, he was out of breath and his thoughts were scattered. But he had a different feeling. He felt a newfound strength coursing through his veins. It was as if the intensity of their encounter had awakened a dormant energy within him, propelling him forward with a renewed vigor. 

But it wasn't just a physical strength he felt. There was another type of energy, something deeper and more powerful, that seemed to pulse through his body. 

"I got the fragment !" his  eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and excitement as he felt the power of the fragment coursing through his veins. The cold energy embraced him, intertwining with his very essence. He could sense its icy tendrils extending from within, ready to be harnessed and channeled into his attacks.

A grin played on his lips as he clenched his fists, feeling the newfound strength surging within him. 

"Did you enjoy my little gift?" The woman's voice dripped with an alluring tone as she asked, 

He watched, momentarily taken aback, as she sensually licked her own lips, a provocative gesture that only added to the enigmatic aura that surrounded her. Her confidence and unabashed enjoyment of the situation left him both intrigued and slightly unsettled.

"Who are you?" his curiosity burned within him, compelling him to seek answers. 

"I am Erika... Erika Originem," she introduced herself, her voice resonating with a sweet melody that carried confidence. "Is my little sister well?"

The question hung in the air. His mind raced, searching for answers to the sudden question. Little sister? The words echoed through his thoughts, a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit into the picture he had known. 

Caught off guard, he couldn't help but ask, his voice laced with confusion.

"Little sister?" 

Her expression flickered, as if she had remembered something.

"Evangeline, I'm her big sister" she replied, her words laced with a bittersweet nostalgia. It finally dawned on him that the beautiful being standing before him was none other than Evangeline's long-lost sister, an Original Vampire .

Looking closely, the woman's delicate features almost mirrored those of Evangeline, yet held a unique allure of their own. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson blood, seemed to hold a multitude of mysterious power.  He felt an inexplicable pull towards her, a blend of curiosity and an uncanny sense of familiarity. Surprisingly, he found himself instinctively trusting her words, without a shred of doubt crossing his mind. 

"I understand that you are Evangeline's sister, but why did you kiss me?" he inquired, attempting to ascertain her motives. In all honesty, the kiss should have been the last thing on his mind, but he couldn't stop himself from asking such a dumb question.

She giggled and regarded him with a "you have not change a bit " smile, her eyes shimmering with a blend of emotions. Her voice, like a gentle whisper, carried an air temptation.

"I like beautiful things like you," she answered seductively, her voice dripping with allure. Yet, beneath the seductive facade, a hint of melancholy and a touch of longing resonated within her words. It was as if she was playing a role of a lustful woman, but her words carried genuine, heartfelt feelings.

He was momentarily stunned by her words. But before he could gather his thoughts and respond, Erika, driven by her deep-seated desire, forcefully pushed him to the ground.

"I've been trapped here for ages, the least thing you can do is satisfy me," she whispered as she sat on top of him. Her voice filled with teasing. With an irresistible allure, she leaned in, her lips claiming his once more.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as their bodies intertwined, lost in a dance of desire. Vincent's mind was ablaze with a storm of emotions, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection. He could feel the heat of her breath mingling with his own, their hearts beating in synchrony, fueling a fiery passion that consumed them both.

Caught in a tempest of seductions. he surrendered to the intoxicating spell woven by her presence. Their kisses were a fusion of pleasure and vulnerability.

She began to trail her tongue along his neck, teasingly tempting him with the promise of a bite. And then, without warning, her fangs pierced his skin, but instead of pain, an overwhelming surge of pleasure flooded his senses. It was a sensation beyond his wildest expectations, as if every desire and craving within him was magnified to an unprecedented degree. Even when Isabella had once bitten him, it had not elicited such a profound reaction.

In the heat of their passionate exchange, he responded with an equal fervor, his lips meeting hers in a passionate clash of desire. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour, as he held her hair back, asserting his dominance.

Erika, lost in the moment of pleasure, surrendered willingly to his  advances, her body yielding to his touch. The sensation of his power coursing through him only heightened their connection, fueling their desires further. 

He grabbed her white hair and pushed it down in the intensity of the moment. She did not put up any resistance and let him take charge. She accepted his assertiveness and let himself to sweep her up in his passionate desires. 

Then he stood up and began ramming his manhood into her mouth without waiting any longer. She did not even blink as she began to twist her tongue, giving him immense pleasure. The speed he was thrusting his manhood could not be handled by normal humans.

But she wasn't your typical person. She was a true Original vampire and remarkably tough. She savored every moment and give way until Vincent could no longer hold it. He became overstimulated and burst everything within her mouth, yet she simply swallowed everything with a satisfied look.

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"Now it's your turn to please me," she gigged as she lied down, waiting for Vincent to pounce on her. Her bare clit was a sight to behold. There were no specks of hair on it, and its pinkish tint was every man's dream.

"I..." he groaned, realizing he was now forced to please her.  What would Evangeline say if she discovered he had fucked her big sister?