Darren's POV
Ever since I could remember, I was a night person.
I felt alive when I saw the moon hang in the sky, as white as it was, illuminating the earth. I didn't need its light to see at night but sometimes, I just wanted to feel human; breathe in the air as normally as they do while they live their simple and mundane lives.
And like most nights, I headed to the club with the expectancy of getting laid.
I had on my trench coat with my thick, black leather boots and before I could get to my car from the hotel doors, I was drenched.
I drove my black Lamborghini Veneno to the most popular nightclub around this side of the city, Dreams Night Club. As I parked, the valet walked up to me but I didn't toss him my keys. Instead, I handed him a wad of cash as I walked past him, leaving him starry-eyed.
I walked to the door and the bouncer asked me for my pass. I swiped it out of my wallet and immediately headed inside. As the door shut behind me, the music blared through the speakers, straight into my ears.
The night was still young.
I glanced around the club as I bobbed to the music; a song I had heard too many times. I made a beeline for the bar and ordered a bottle of their most expensive and strongest vodka. I filled my glass to the brim and tried to dull my senses so I could trick myself into getting drunk.
To date, I had never drunk anything, mortal or supernatural, that would get me drunk and I had drank an awful lot.
I watched as supposed couples ground their bodies against each other and even noticed a gay couple kissing in one corner. It reminded me, that unlike these humans, I was still subject to some unnecessary laws put in by the forming fathers.
It sickened me that I had to listen to the voices of a bunch of fools I watched grow up. I chugged down my glass in anger, almost breaking it to bits as the whites of my knuckles began to surface and my fangs slid out.
In a bid to suppress my anger, I picked up the bottle and headed for the VIP section. My gold card covered it all.
As I walked in, the first thing that caught my eye was a waitress serving a table on my right. She was slim with long blonde hair and skin that looked golden under the club's lights. She wore a short, black cashmere skirt with a sleeveless, black silk blouse that was tucked in loosely.
I sipped my vodka as I walked to an empty seat to have my little private space. I watched the nearly nude singer and pole dancers on the stage as they wiggled and moved as much as they could to entertain us. I knew the waitress was walking towards me from behind. I slouched into the seat and heard her say above me,
"Sir, would you like anything special?"
Special here mostly meant if I wanted a secret room with any of the pole dancers or, for a good price, the singer. I wasn't interested in any of them and I simply signalled for her to bring her ear closer.
"Meet me in Room 7 in five minutes", and I got up, heading to the hallway at the dimly lit part of the club.
I had used a little spell on her and ultimately, she wouldn't be able to resist. And sure enough, a minute after I got into Room 7, she came rushing in, locking the door behind her.
I grabbed her waist and pulled her towards me as I locked my lips with hers. I am a kisser and no matter how quick I want sex to be, I can't do without the kissing. By now, the spell had worn off but my scent was intoxicating and it held her in place.
Her hands clumsily struggled with my belt and I smirked as I took off her bra in one swift move with her blouse still on. Her nipples were hard and visible through the light silk material.
I kissed her neck, using my fangs to drain a bit of her blood. It was always an exhilarating experience and my irises shifted into a dark red. I tossed my coat and shirt aside, with my jeans pooled at my feet, and pushed her face-first towards the wall.
Pulling her skirt up to her waist, I pulled her thong aside with force that it ripped in two. She moaned and I rubbed my index finger on the lips of her pussy, soaking in its wetness.
I pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it to the floor. Nibbling on her shoulders, I let my fangs sink in as I took a mouthful of her blood.
As I lightly rubbed on her clit, I arched her back and let my hard cock slowly graze her pussy. She pushed back on me, begging me to fill her up. Under the dim light, I took a little time to observe her body as my free hand caressed her milky skin.
She had small breasts that fit her slim frame perfectly; small enough to be cupped in my large hands but large enough to make any man stare. Her hard nipples pointed forward and felt like the little bud of a flower, all round and perfect. She had a piercing on her left nipple which was very subtle until you held it in between your fingers.
I placed my right hand on her shoulder and used my left to spread her legs apart. Holding my cock, I slowly placed the head at the entrance of her hole. I rubbed around in circles for a bit as I felt her juices warm my cock and drip down her legs.
In a single move, I pushed all ten inches of my cock into her, breaking the limits that her pussy once had. I let her adjust to me after she screamed at my entrance.
Slowly, I began to thrust in her. Long enough to make her push back to meet me and deep enough that she didn't want me to pull out. In a few thrusts, she was already moaning uncontrollably and kept screaming "Tatăl mai greu".
Tatăl mai greu - Harder daddy