The Master Bedroom, Apartment 73, The Regal Way Towers, Southport, New Jersey.....
The first burst of sunlight that beamed through the window of a formerly slumbering Ron Hemming's bedroom had been only delayed via the thick drapes he had pulled the previous night to prevent such an interruption to his sleep. The images of brazen women and their apparent lust for him had filled his semi-conscious mind as he found himself taking note of the familiar warm wetness that lined his sizeable cock that seemed more real than the dream he'd been having. Curious about the outcome, Ron found his way to greeting the new day via his hazel eyes and a slight yawn. Despite his awakening, he found that the sensation remained and had been something akin to slight suckling, as he pulled back the covers to find his maid had been on her knees sucking his cock as he slept for quite some time since her initial arrival. Ron smirked as he ran his fingers through her curly brown locks and allowed her to continue as he lay back with his free hand folded behind his head while resting on the plush white pillow he'd awakened on.
His newly awakened cock seemed to become like steel as he enjoyed the sensation of the maid's warm and wet mouth against his most sensitive flesh and smirked as she took him in as best she could. Naturally, he'd been much too larger for her direct efforts but it was amusing for him to watch her attempts nonetheless. Ron lied back as he reflected on the few mortals that had managed to get him in their mouth, the handsome thin man known as Oliver Lorenz being one of them.
He vaguely recalled drifting off to sleep with the sound of a rather busy Savannah Harlowe in the other room and smirked at the implication. The cheeky brute had known all too well that he had a certain effect on those who had reached the age of puberty and beyond. He recalled her soft moans as they filled his keen ears invading her privacy in ways that his cock had longed for ever since he'd first gotten aroused by her noises. Licking his lips he envisioned the young teen trying her best to quell her needs via some illicit toy or her very fingers. He'd even envisioned licking her fingers as they'd been slick via her activity and thus inviting.
Ron Hemming had been more or less a slave to his baser nature by all accounts, but he did little to hide it if at all. It wasn't as if sex had been anything unusual as far as he was concerned, he indulged day and night at a whim, but there was something truly special about the wolf hunter's daughter despite her apparent aversion to him and all things wolf-like in form.
The maid had possibly grown tired of trying to take him in as most women had for she released him and opted to climb on top of him to finish what she started in a bid to get him off. He gripped her via the hips and hissed ever so slightly as she took him in all the way to the hilt as he thrust forward needing desperately to fill the warmth that surrounded him. His mind had still been on the hormonal girl however and all the naughty things she'd been up to in the past few weeks since she'd been forced into the unfortunate situation of being his ward.
The maid set to work grinding and bouncing up and down on Ron's seemingly insatiable appendage as he continued to ponder his thoughts about the girl in the guest room as well as his next move pertaining to the girl and bringing her back to his rather expensive estate. He had even opted to allow her young friend to stay over for the summer and her parents if they'd like if only to give the girl something to do while he went ahead with his work and the subsequent investigation.
His most hated enemy had been somewhere in Southport and there was not a chance that Ron was going to allow the kin-slaying fiend to slip through his fingers no matter what his father seemed to think of the ordeal.
Ron grunted as he began to give in to his body's need for release maneuvering the maid until her back was pressed against his mattress amid the warm soft bedding he'd recently awoken in. His body flexed and his cock pulsed as the warmth continued to engulf it causing his pace to quicken as his mind became more and more fogged via his unseemly urges and less attentive when it came to sating them.
The boiling of his Les Ferale blood seemed to make his need all the more desperate despite the moon being long out of sight. Bare breasts pressed into his muscular chest as his current sex partner found herself clinging to him like all the others when he'd been worked up into a frenzy during the act. He could feel her fingernails digging deeply into the flesh of his back leaving red marks via her scratches and it did little to deter him or his rapidly increasing pace.
She'd been much warmer than Rita, whose delicate innards were near on frozen when he plunged inside but she wasn't as tight as Oliver when the handsome thin man had howled well into the night from Ron's constant plunging inside him. Still, she was decent in terms of what he needed at that moment despite his tastes had become more extreme since their last encounter.
The scent of Savannah's hormone-driven play still lingered in the air and actively increased his need as his lust-fogged mind found a way to shift his view back to her. The eerie glow of his eyes lost on the moaning maid as she continued to cling to him loving everything his body had been doing to hers ever since she'd come to work for him.
Ron thought of Charlotte and the unborn child that could have possibly been his own and his pace intensified. It had been so long since he'd even entertained the possibility of siring an heir as his tainted blood prevented him from obtaining a true mate to begin with. Decades he spent in lackluster relationships if only to indulge in sex with strangers who would become little more than a distant memory given his immortality and their mortal nature respectively.
If he were honest, he'd have admitted to it being a lonely life. On the run and unwanted due to the taint in his blood. Never allowed to settle down not even in a single lifetime due to The Moonlight Counsel having a disdain for his very existence let alone the aspect of him possibly siring children of his own to pass his tainted bloodline to a new generation.
For the most part, Ron had been fortunate enough not to have the urge to procreate and thus preventing unnecessary deaths pertaining to his significant other and the would-be child on the orders of the council. For quite a while, he'd strictly taken men and barren women to bed to avoid all of the unpleasantness but one could only run for so long.
The throbbing sensation of his wayward cock finally got the better of him and he was given to his release filling the still howling maid with burst after burst of his warm yellowish seed before collapsing onto her slick via sweat and shaken from his innermost thoughts and recollections.
Ron rolled onto his side of the bed and glared up at the ceiling before closing his eyes and drifting off briefly. It was still very early in the day and at the most a few hours before he was due to show up at the agency. The maid had done her best to gather herself as she slipped out of bed and made her way to the shower his slick seed ripping down her thighs as she moved across the room. If she had been any the wiser about his seemingly odd tendencies in comparison to any other man, she had not said a word as she seemed to enjoy her time in his employ.