Devin
I'm not the type to admit these kinda things, but I really gotta say, last night was easily the best night I've ever had in a long, long time now.
That human, what's his name again? Chip. Yes, Chip. His ass was the greatest ass I've ever pummeled. So creamy, so tasty, and so fucking tight, no matter how many times I ram my cock in.
Hell, and his insides felt so so good. Roughing him up and treating him like my little fag bitch felt so damn good. I never wanted to stop.
I'm pretty much sure he's still lying in his bed by now, thinking about me and how amazing my cock felt. That little slut.
I never knew a human could satisfy me that much. He's so lucky to be fucked by a god like me.
I twirled the steering wheel, then stomped hard on the brakes, tires screeching hard against the ground.
Alighting from the car, I climbed the three pavement steps, humming against my breath, and even dancing in the process.
The two bodyguards at the door gave a little nod, one of them opening the doors.
I strode in, walking past the foyer, into the living room.
My mother was sprawled on the couch, rummaging through her jewelry collection, while her manwhore showered kisses all over her neck like his life depended on it.
"Ugh!" I made a disgusted face, "Could you be any more shameless?"
"Could you mind your business?" Mother retorted, without so much as a glance. She shut her eyes, moaning in ecstasy, as her manwhore sank his teeth in, sucking her blood.
"Where's Father?" I asked, jaw tightening.
"No idea." She replied amidst moans, "Probably at one of his whore's houses."
Her manwhore ran his hand all over her body, stopping, stopping just at her titties, making her moan out.
"Julian was a no-show."
"So I heard… ahh!" She moaned again.
"So, what are we gonna do now?"
"Ahh, I don't know, probably wait till your Father ret…" She broke off mid-sentence. Her manwhore's hand was now under her skirt, on her panties.
"Alright, that's enough!" I roared, unable to take it anymore.
He stopped and turned to me. He had that contemptuous, mocking smirk dangling on his lips. Staring deep into his eyes, I wanted to do nothing more than rush over there and rip his fucking head out of his fucking throat!
He knew I hated seeing him with Mother. And he damned well enjoyed seeing me like this.
This bastard. One of these days, I swear I'm gonna teach him a damned lesson.
"Alright, that's enough, Dante." Mother said, adjusting her dress. "You can leave now."
"Yes, High Lady." Dante rose, smirk broadening, eyes still locked with me.
He passed me by, hand brushing against mine. I glared at him, and he smirked at me.
"You want me." His voice rang in my head, "You know you do."
When he was out of the room, I turned to Mother.
"He's cute, isn't he?" Mother asked with a giggle.
"Well, I don't fucking like him." I declared.
"What's not to like about Dante?" She asked with a smile, "He's handsome, hot, and has nice, cute fangs."
"Well, I'd appreciate it if you fucked him in private and not shamelessly in open spaces so I'd see less of him in this house." I pronounced. "
"What do you want to talk about, Devin?" She enquired with a sigh, tucking her hair behind her ears, "Or are you here to lecture me about my sex life?"
"I told you that fucker, Julian, was fucking with you guys, but you clearly didn't listen and made me go nonetheless."
"I'm sure you do understand why we had to send you, Dev." She stated, rummaging through her Ptbox. "You and Julian have history."
I glanced around the room as though searching for something in particular. I hate being reminded of that gruesome mistake.
"And I ask again, what are we going to do now?"
"I don't know, probably wait till your Father returns." She said nonchalantly.
That infuriated me. I shoved the box of jewelry to the floor, and it fell with a loud crash.
"You don't know?" I demanded, "Vampires are being executed all over town by some unknown thing, and instead of cooking up a solution to the matter, you're here going through your box collection of jewelry like that's the most important thing right now. Do you even care?"
"What do you want me to do?! Huh?!" She barked, slamming her fists on the table, springing to her feet, "Worry? Yeah, like worrying is gonna solve anything! It's surely not vampire hunters, wolves, or witches. Whatever is out there, Julian is the only one who knows, and he's our only shot at killing it."
"What, so we're just gonna take that bastard's words for it?"
"Just because you and he had a terrible breakup, doesn't mean he still doesn't care about us."
"You know what? Fuck this! You all can die for all I care!" I roared, "Why do I even bother?"
I spun on my heels and walked out of the room. I wasn't surprised find the manwhore, Dante, outside, leaning against the wall.
I passed him without so much as a glance.
"When are you going to stop pretending you don't want me?" His voice rang in my head again, making me halt abruptly.
I turned back around and walked up to him, "Stay out of my fucking head."
"Or else what?" His voice rang in my head again.
I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall, "I won't warn you again."
He leaned in with a smirk, unbothered by my grip on his throat. I could feel his breath on my face. "I like this. Choke me."
He's challenging me.
Fuck, he's so fucking cute.
Not able to resist any longer, I crashed my lips against his in a rough, deep kiss.
That's right. My name is Devin Sinclair, the second son of Archibald Sinclair. People who know me call me The Devil. Why, you ask? Because that's what I am, you fucking idiot.
Well, although I no longer live up to that name. Story for another time.
As you already know, I'm not human. I'm a vampire. Yeah, a fucking vampire, get that into your thick skull. And before you ask, yes, we do exist. Not the fucking kind you watch on your stupid TV shows. Those ones are either stupidly exaggerated or understated.
Fucking humans! Creating a show about beings they have utterly no idea about. Ugh.
Yeah, you definitely do not like me. But guess what? I don't fucking care. Hey, I have an idea, how about you go fuck yourself?
The Sinclair family has been in existence for centuries. New York City is and always has been our turf for as long as I can remember. New York City belongs to us, The Devil's Coven, and we have always remained undefeated.
Well, until recently. Vampires are being executed all over NYC, and I'm pretty damned determined to find out whatever it is, and when I do, I'm gonna make fucking sure it regrets stepping its foot into New York City.
But right now, all I want is to give this fucker the best fuck of his life.