The Vampire King And My Step-Family’s Dark Obsession.

(Elian's POV) 

Multiple sensations washed over me. The prickle of the soft rug under my knees, the faint whooshing of cool air from the room’s air conditioner, the dampness of the perspiration that had gathered at my forehead behind my silver mask. 

None of those things were strong enough to hold my attention. No, that honor went to the large, flesh-colored vibrating dildo that had my asshole stretched to an unbearable point. 

The room was lit dimly by my bedside lamp. Unfortunately, the lamp was too far off for my audience to have a great view, which was why the camera on the tripod in front of me had a light attached to it. 

Next to the camera was my laptop. The screen displayed the live chat that showed comments pouring in at a steady rate.

“Hi GlazedBuns69.” I greeted. “What are we doing today? Reviewing a new product. Wanna see?”

GlazedBuns69: Hell yes. Show me that big cock. 

“What’s the magic word?” I asked sultrily. 

GlazedBuns69: please.

“Since you asked so nicely…” I widened my thighs, pulling the dildo out slowly. Moans escaped me as it dragged directly against my prostate on the way out. Finally, it slipped out with an obscene pop. 

I lifted it up for my audience to see. The craftsmanship on the dildo was remarkable. It looked very realistic, the prominent veins snaking around the shaft practically pulsating.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” I asked, stroking it. “It’s about ten inches long.”

The live chat buzzed with comments agreeing with me. 

“This baby has six different intensity settings, and tonight, we’re going to try out each one of them.”

I squirted more lube onto the dildo. If I hadn’t already spent last night using it on myself, I would have been very intimidated by its size. I still was, to be honest. The length aside, the middle was as thick as my wrist, not to mention the base.

The only reason I had purchased the dildo in the first place was the fact that I knew Lucius was just as big, if not bigger.

Lucius.

Just thinking about him made me shiver. It would have been impossible not to notice the very impressive bulge in Lucius’s pants. 

And I hadn’t been looking. But I sometimes ran into Lucius when I went to the gym on campus, and his sweatpants left nothing to the imagination. It practically waved at me at times. 

I looked up just in time to see a subscriber join the stream. 

“Hello, Obsidian_Devil.” I whispered. “You’re just in time.”

I was unsurprised when a black blade appeared on the screen. A blade was a boon worth a thousand dollars. 

Obsidian_Devil had recently subscribed to my account. When exactly, I wasn’t sure. I had only recognized him when he had started gifting me the most expensive boons. He never reached out outside of the streams, rarely commented but always left me with a large amount. 

His mysterious behavior made me curious. I found myself fantasizing he was Lucius, even though I knew it was ridiculous. There was no way Lucius would ever chance upon my streams. 

Still… having him there, watching me silently without a word reminded me of Lucius’ real life demeanor, so much that my heartrate increased slightly each time I saw the username. 

Swallowing, I murmured. “Thank you, Obsidian_Devil.”

Obsidian_Devil: You’re welcome.

Obsidian_Devil: Put it in. Slowly. 

I shivered before I could stop it. Parting my legs wider for Lucius’s — my audience’s view, I pressed the toy into my wet hole. It slipped in, and the head snagged momentarily against my rim before I pushed it further into me at a slow pace. 

Sweat dripped down to my cheeks. I waited for more orders from Obsidian_Devil, but he didn’t comment again. The live chat moved with new comments, most of them horny. 

I moaned while I thrust the dildo in and out of my hole. It was so slick my grip slipped a few times. In a few minutes I was wailing, the toy vibrating against that sweet spot inside me. 

Picking up the remote, I shuddered, “That was the first speed.”

The second intensity had me sobbing. It felt so good. I moaned loudly, whining as my body tingled all over. 

People were watching me fuck myself with a dildo. Sure they didn’t know who I was, but still. They were watching me while I made a mess of myself. 

I wondered how Lucius would react to seeing me like this. Would he shame me for being so eager for it, eager enough to let people stare at me while I got off? 

My mind conjured up an image — Lucius’s dark brow pulled up in a high arch, his grey eyes sweeping over me mockingly. He’d watch me fuck myself with the dildo, the mocking light in his eyes joined by cruel amusement. 

“Look at you.” He’d say. “You’re gagging for it so much you had to use a silicone cock to get off. What a cock slut.”

I groaned, grinding the dildo into my tingling hole faster. My cock leaked so much it was forming a pool on the rug. 

Good? Someone asked.

“So good.” I cried out. “Ohh fuck. That’s number three.”

In my imagination Lucius pushed me onto the rug. His cock was thick, even thicker than the dildo. When it thrust into me, I cried out. 

“What a messy slut.” Lucius whispered darkly into my ear as he fucked me hard against the rug. “So desperate. Would any cock do, or is it just mine you want? Hm? Tell me.”

Yours. I leaned back on my elbow. Only yours. 

“It better be.” Lucius growled. “I own you. Only I get to fuck this slutty hole. Understand?”

My eyes squeezed shut, and I tried not to come. I wasn’t done with the stream. But fuck it felt so good—

My fingers slipped against the remote, and the dildo lurched inside me. Crying out loudly, my eyes flew open. Instantly, I realized I had set the speed to the sixth intensity. 

“Oh god, please master—harder, let me come, I’m going to—" 

I couldn’t stop it, my orgasm cutting me off. Cum splattered against my stomach. My heart thundered in my chest, drowning out everything as my vision whitened out.

Falling back onto the carpet, I tried to catch my breath. I stared at the ceiling as my thighs shook. Tears slipped behind my mask, dampening my hair. 

Fuck, that had been intense. 

After a moment, I sat up. I pulled the dildo out of my hole. The lube together with my precum from earlier had seeped into the soft rug under me. 

The live chat was going crazy, comments pouring in faster. They ranged from words of approval to lewd comments about my orgasm. My viewers showered me with numerous boons. 

“Thank you.” My eyes widened as a golden crown popped up. A crown was worth five thousand dollars. It was from Obsidian_Devil. “Oh, wow. Thank you, Obsidian_Devil.”

I snatched the wipes I had set close to my position beforehand. Cleaning my body of the mess took a while, and then I slipped into a skimpy top. 

My body buzzed with the warmth of my orgasm, and it felt like eyes were watching me. It was a thrilling feeling, and one I would miss. I was willing to give it all up though, if it meant I could be with Lucius’s. 

Still, the stream wasn’t over yet. I would bask in the feeling of having thousands of people watching me with desire. 

I hadn’t expected much when I’d opened an account on Lantern, one of the biggest cam sites. It never failed to amaze me how many people liked me enough to subscribe to my account. 

Another thing that had amazed me was how quickly I’d bloomed under the attention. In real life I was painfully shy. But online… behind my mask I could be as wild as I wanted. 

It was exhilarating.

After the review usually came a brief chat. I replied to the erotic suggestions that popped up. Soon enough, it was time to wrap up. 

“Before we wrap up, I have an announcement to make. This is my last stream. I’ve decided to deactivate this account and stop camming.”

The slowing comments sped up. I replied to the first one that caught my eye. 

GlazedBuns69: Why? When you came you said master. Are you seeing someone now?

I felt my ears heat. “Good catch. And no, I’m not seeing him now, but I hope to soon. I’ll… confess to him, so wish me luck.”

One comment popped up, from a user I had never seen before. 

BurningWrath115: Check your closet, your present is waiting for you. 

I frowned. “What?” 

BurningWrath115: Check. Your. Closet. 

Was this a prank? 

I stood up on unsteady legs. My closet was far from my position near my bed, so it was shrouded in darkness. 

Walking towards it even as premonition screamed at me not to, I reached out to touch the handle. It was probably a joke. I’d open the door and nothing would be off. 

The scent of something crept up my nose. It was sour and tangy, acidic. It took me a second to realize it was the smell of semen. 

It was coming from the closet. 

Instantly, my hackles rose. 

What the fuck was going on?