Vampire's Key
Chapter Fifteen
“The only way is through,” Sophie said, grabbing Lilly’s hand and leading her onto the heaving dance floor. Naked and aroused men writhed against their partners. Females countered with the seductive swaying of hips, their hands snaking over feminine curves, teasing the desperate men.
A woman danced towards her partner. His swollen cock throbbed in response to her sensual motion. She grinned at his reaction, lifting her arms in veneration as circular beams of bright yellow light swept across the dance floor. The woman slid towards her horny companion, her delicate hands brushing over his body.
“Oh my god,” Lilly groaned, clutching her chest. She faltered as the energy in the room washed over her, immersing her in wave upon wave of erotic sensuality.
“Keep going,” Sophie urged, gripping Lilly’s hand tightly and dragging her through the dancers.
Blasts of white light fired like machine guns into the crowd that rose and fell like waves summoned by the goddess of the moon. Lifted by the thumping beat, Lilly danced past couples. Intoxicated by their eroticism, desire spiralled through her body, setting alight a fire of orgasmic delight. Finally, she stopped. She gasped and bit her top lip. “Oh god,” she moaned, pulling her hand free from Sophie. Her hands tightened to fists as she tried to control the erotic sensations that swept through her.
“Don’t stop,” Sophie implored, reaching out and grabbing Lilly’s hand again. She dragged Lilly on, pulling her through the mass of sensual dancers. A lithe blonde, dressed in tiny shorts and a tight crop top, cupped her breasts, which she circled with thumbs and forefingers. Her naked companion pulled her towards him, thrusting his cock against her stomach. The woman spun around and closed her eyes as she pressed herself against his hard body.
Lilly gritted her teeth, trying to contain the energy shooting through her body. Ahead of her, an Asian woman danced, her hips and breasts snaking in unison. Her hands ran down her partner’s body, over the firm lines of his stomach until she clasped his manhood. She pulled him closer, burying her face in his neck as her hands stroked his eager cock. “Sophie...” Lilly said, biting her lip so hard it drew blood.
“It’s okay, follow me,” Sophie replied, leading her onwards.
A tall man stepped backwards, bumping into Lilly. Unable to contain herself, Lilly stroked his firm buttocks. The man grinned and spun around. His well-proportioned cock slapped against his thigh. Lilly cupped her mouth, repressing a giggle. Hesitantly, she touched his chest. His heart pounded hard beneath his ribcage. Lilly looked down at his erection. She bit her lip, exhilarated by desire. Her hands ran over the curve of his stomach, descending towards his cock. As her fingers went to stroke his rigid member, Sophie drew her away, tearing her past the man and on towards the stage and the frizzy-haired DJ.
Silently, Lilly cursed her companion. She slowed and pulled back.
Her eyes fixed on the athletic man with a boxer’s torso and footballer’s thighs. Gyrating to the music, his swollen cock glistened with vibrancy before him. She imagined how he would feel against her.
“Lilly,” Sophie warned. “Katie’s waiting.” Sophie’s hand tightened and she yanked Lilly forward, jolting her away and on through the crowd towards the front of the dance floor.
Lilly was near the source of music now. Large speakers, piled atop one another, thumped out heavy club sounds. Like a ship’s captain, the dark-skinned DJ marshalled the dancers to new heights of passion and desire. She switched tunes, increasing the tempo and accelerating the dancers’ surrender to her hypnotic beats. Naked male dancers, placed on podiums either side of the DJ, swung hips and cocks in self-abandonment.
“My god,” Lilly said. “What is this?” The throbbing base pulsated like a primal heartbeat. She took a deep breath; sweat and sex and blood saturated the thick air, dousing Lilly in a cloud of erotic energy. “Oh god, no,” she gasped, clutching Sophie’s shoulder.
“Just keep going,” Sophie shouted.
Lilly dropped her head, her eyes lost to the floor in an attempt to relieve the overpowering sensuality of the dancers.
“Almost there,” Sophie called back, squeezing Lilly’s hand.
Lilly looked up again. A short, black girl raised her hands above her head, her breasts thrust forward, her stomach and abdomen slithering towards her partner. He reached out to grab her hips. She stepped back, her tongue brushing provocatively against her lips. The man frowned, his hands ran down his body, over his thighs. His cock jutted perfectly upwards, his crown glistening beneath the bright lights of the club.
“Up here,” Sophie said, pulling Lilly out of the fluctuating sea of desire. “Alright? Good, isn’t it?” Sophie grinned. “You horny now?”
Lilly clasped a hand over her mouth. She bit her top lip again, raised her eyebrows and shook her head. She wanted to touch herself, to return to the dance floor and find a fit, naked guy to rub against her body.
“It’s perfectly natural,” Sophie advised.
The music was quieter on the balcony and Lilly peered down on the sea of dancers, searching for the one that got away. He was lost amidst the writhing crowd, saturated in the ever-changing lights that switched from deep reds to warm, light pinks, interspersed with walls of ghostly blue and blasted by strobes of blinding white.
“My god, what the hell was that?” Lilly asked.
“Katie will explain everything,” Sophie replied, leading Lilly to a row of booths set far back from the dance floor.
“Hello, Sophie,” a young man said, walking towards them. Like all the other men, he was naked. “Please, Katie would like you to join her, Lilly.” His short dark hair matched the neat cut of his pubic region. He smiled and turned to lead them to Katie’s booth. *He was a slender boy,* Lilly thought as she followed, a little taller than she was and nowhere near as muscular as the dancer she fancied. Lilly wondered if he was jealous of the men on the dance floor. Unlike them, his little soldier was locked away.
He stepped aside, motioning towards a booth on the left. Lilly frowned as she saw a glow of red energy around his genitals. It formed a ball and throbbed like a heartbeat, saturating his aura with a warm radiance. The young man whispered into Sophie’s ear. She smiled at Lilly. “I’ll catch you in a bit,” she said. “Peter’s getting me another drink. Do you want anything?”
Lilly shook her head.
“Hello Lilly,” Katie said.
Her Russian accent seemed stronger than before and Lilly stepped into the booth, taking a seat on the right hand side. “Is Amy here?” she asked.
Katie smiled. Her red lipstick was stark and bright and matched an equally bright red dress. Behind her, crimson candles offered an unexpected Gothic feel to the modern nightclub.
“I hear you spoke to Chloe.”
“Yes,” Lilly said.
“Skin crawling bitch, isn’t she?”
“Not particularly nice.”
“Psychic too. Be wary of her. She’ll get under your skin. Like Scabies. She doesn’t own Travis, you know,” Katie stated.
“She doesn’t?” Lilly asked, wondering how Katie knew about their conversation.
Katie shook her head. “Chloe never brings her server to The Countess.”
“What’s a server?”
“Those that serve us. The naked boys with the locked cocks. You will have one, one day.”
“A server?” Lilly grimaced, thinking back to the man on the dance floor. “No thanks.”
“It’s just a man to look after your needs. Like in the human world, only without all the bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” Lilly queried.
“Always thinking with their dick. They are far more compliant, once it is locked away. You'll see.”
Lilly smiled and shook her head. “I'm okay thanks.”
“No,” Katie replied. “You will have one and you will see what good boys they can be once they're locked.”
Lilly swallowed, secretly wondering what it would be like to have such power over a man. It was so different from what she had experienced. “I’m okay thanks,” she dismissed.
“From the smell of you, a man is exactly what you need,” Katie asserted. “Besides, you will need one if you are to survive.” Katie took a long sip of her red wine, licked her lips and replenished her glass from the bottle. “Do you want one?” she asked.
Lilly shook her head. “This place,” she confessed, looking around. “It’s so intense.”
“Yes, I suppose it is — especially to a newborn,” Katie replied.
“How long have you been—”
“A vampire?” Katie challenged. “A question for another time.”
Lilly nodded politely. “Do you know when Amy will be here?”
“Do you?” Katie replied.
Surprised at Katie’s frostiness, Lilly looked away. The memory of her feeding came to mind. The dead man lying on the floor beneath her feet. The shell of his body inanimate and cold. *Had she really taken his life?* Somehow, Amy’s gentle words, issued on a breathy tongue, had dissipated the growth of any such concerns. Had Amy hypnotised her or had Lilly lost something of herself when she’d been turned? Tears formed in her eyes. She thought to mention it, then held her tongue. She looked back at Katie, seated so still she may have been in meditation. The Russian vampire’s long black hair seemed to merge with the dark wall behind her as though she had taken a seat in the Otherworld. It contrasted against the sharp red of her velvet dress and the bleached white of her skin. Lilly tried to speak, but her throat blocked the words.
“What is wrong?” Katie asked, finally.
“Nothing. I mean — I just—” Lilly sighed and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m adjusting to all this.” She looked out to the dance floor. Dry ice steamed from vents, like a dragon exhaling sulphuric breath before it set the world alight.
“You modern women; always adjusting,” Katie chided. “Needing your stupid fucking safe spaces. If you need that, go away. This place is not a safe space. This is a haven from the stupid world of men.”
Lilly felt the cut of Katie’s words strike her in the stomach. She looked about again, hopeful that Sophie might return, or perhaps Aadhira would arrive; she seemed nice, though Lilly barely knew her. Katie, on the other hand, was harsh and blunt and cuttingly condescending. So different from the woman she had met in the car park.
“I killed someone,” Lilly confessed finally.
“Yes, you did.”
“Is that all you’re going to say?”
“What do you want? Congratulations? You are not the first to kill a man. Nor will you be the last. And you will kill many more.”
“Are there male vampires?”
Katie shook her head solemnly.
“Why not?”
“You should decide if you want this,” Katie said. “If you do not, our gift will be withdrawn. Tell me, newborn, do you like this club?”
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Lilly admitted.
“There is nothing like it. Here,” Katie replied, filling an empty wine glass which she passed to Lilly.
Lilly drained her glass in two goes.
“The energy in this place is no substitute for the real thing, but it is an alternative until you feed.”
“But why are the men naked?” Lilly asked, watching a server walk past. The padlock atop his cock cage clattered noisily. Lilly shook her head. “I don’t get this place. One minute the men are all like that, the next their willies are out for everyone to see.”
“Power,” Katie stated. “Do you feel powerful here?”
“I feel different,” Lilly replied.
Katie shook her head contemptuously. “You can feel different when you go to the hairdressers. This place is a place of power. If you do not understand that, then you are stupid. Come,” she exhorted. Katie was standing in the aisle before she had finished her sentence.
Nervously Lilly got up.
“Just here,” Katie said, turning around to face the dance floor. “Look.”
Lily leaned over the banister and peered down on silhouettes of dancers bathed in green light. The hypnotic whoosh of hi-hats snapped in answer to a thundering bass that pounded through Lilly. Captured by the monotonous tempo, the crowd swayed and twisted, lifted by a sharp piano melody that stepped up and up and up, leading dancers like a Pied Piper conjuring an army.
The lost man was there, his strong hands clasping the rear of a small blonde. He pulled her closer, wrapping her within his arms. She stretched upwards, burying her face in his neck. Her arms locked around his back. Gazing into her eyes, he kissed her. Slowly at first, then harder, more desperate. The blonde closed her eyes, tilted her head back and offered her body. His hands ran down over her breasts, sliding to the hem of her long blouse, disappearing beneath the soft, black material. She bit her lip as his firm touch brushed her thighs, working inwards to her pussy.
Her eyes opened again, staring into his as he teased and pleasured her. He smiled, tilted his head to the side, offering her his neck. She kissed him again. Her touch was stronger now, her lips working over his jaw and down over his neck. He closed his eyes as she cut through to the warm blood within. It seeped down his bare chest, over rounded abs and stained his bloated cock with a circle of dark red. His penis twitched and throbbed, desperate for attention. Her hands remained resolutely free of his member, resting on his stomach. Fingernails scratching the shaven flesh above.
“Do you feel that?” Katie asked.
Lilly didn’t answer. She wanted to touch him, to feel his rigid shaft against her. To press her breasts into his chest, her hard nipples rubbing against him. To feel his lips on her neck, brushing over her skin. His hands down her back, running over her ass, squeezing, pinching, caressing, pulling her closer, almost onto him. To feel the strength of his manhood between her legs, impaling her, driving into her again and again and again.
“Now,” Katie said, touching Lilly’s wrist, “look again.”
Snapped out of her fantasy, Lilly watched as clouds of pinkish-red light emanated from the dancers, forming oscillating clouds of energy that surrounded their physical forms. Unbound by their bodies, the amorphous shapes contracted and expanded, merging and separating as dancers swayed and twisted about one another. Lilly’s body tingled, alight with tumescent energy that permeated every fibre of her being. “My god,” she gasped, clutching the bannister tightly. Shock waves pulsed through her body, filling her with wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure.
“I see you are enjoying our club,” Amy whispered into Lilly’s ear.
Lilly opened her eyes to see the small vampire standing beside her.
Amy smiled, slipped her arm through Lilly’s and took her back to the booth. She poured her another glass of white wine, filling the crystal glass almost to the brim. “Drink,” she encouraged, handing Lilly the glass.
Lilly took a deep breath, lifted the warm, white liquid to her mouth and took a long drink.
“Enjoying yourself?” Amy asked, sipping from her own glass.
“Amy,” Lilly said. “Where were you? What is this place?”
“Surely you’ve seen,” Amy countered.
Lilly stared at the beautiful vampire for a moment, then laughed. “What the fuck! I mean, seriously?”
“She needs her safe space,” Katie teased, sliding in beside Lilly, like a spider sidling up to its prey.
Lilly moved a little closer to Amy, who’d taken Katie’s seat.
Amy grinned. “Yes. What the fuck,” Amy agreed. “But, why not? We have the power. Boys always want the girls — unless they’re gay. We’ve just tapped into something and used it to our benefit. Many ladies enjoy the sight of a handsome, naked male. All the better if he is serving us. And when you master your powers you will find, at times, this place is better than feeding. But for now, we should go feed. I’m hungry.”
“You can come to my house,” Katie suggested. “I have a choice selection in.”
“Another time,” Amy declined. “My newborn needs more training. We have to go,” she said, taking Lilly’s hand and pulling her up.
“I’m not sure I want to,” Lilly confessed, necking the last of her drink.
“You have to feed. And when you are young, you must feed regularly,” Amy replied.
“I’m not hungry though.”
“You had energy food. You need more blood.” Amy pulled her hand again, forcing Lilly to stand.
“Where are we going?” Lilly asked, feeling suddenly nervous.
Amy moved closer, her body almost touching Lilly’s. Her eyes narrowed and her words dropped to a breathy whisper. “Instinct over intellect. Impulse over emotion. Listen to your body. Come.”
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