Page 18 of Mad Hatter Vampire Prince

Two Mad hatters in a pod

I sat on the floor against the ceiling-tall mirror watching Sasha as she slept. I was still smiling. I had pleased her to the point of exhaustion. She was sprawled on her bed naked and vulnerable for only my eyes to see. Her wounds had begun to stitch and heal together.

The artificial sun programmed inside of the dome began to rise and shine through the broken edges of the window. She mumbled and stirred as she woke. I continued to watch her as she buried herself further beneath the blanket. Her eyes shot open. She jumped upright, alarmed by my presence in her room. She was backed against her bedframe. When she saw me, her body sagged in ease and exhaustion. Her pounding heart began to ease as her steely self regained composure. It must’ve been a long time since my little mouse woke up to that of company.

“I thought you would’ve left by now,” she said looking around the room that was half destroyed. The sheets and feathers from her pillow had been torn apart, from both of our doing. Scratch marks raked down the wall, mostly from her. The bedframe had busted apart and creaked as she shuffled. She looked around as if trying to recall the night before.

“I have no reason to leave. What I want right now is in this room. I don’t plan on going anywhere,” I said huskily. It was both a threat and intensity of endearment.

She rubbed the back of her head and looked at me with those steely brown eyes that never offered emotion. “You’re the very thing I despise the most.”

“And you are nothing more than food to me and yet here I am… fucking my loaf of bread,” I said in reply. She continued to stare, and I smiled hoping it would infect her. “Come on, that was funny. Who cares what we are, Sasha Darling. You have a wicked mind and so do I. We both have a body-”

“And yours is dead. A dead body,” she interrupted me.

“And yours is a mutated and modified shell. You’re not exactly organic yourself, Darling,” I chided back not at all prickly by her seething words. They aroused me even further. Watching the hatred and passion roll off her in waves was aesthetic to me. “And besides, my dead body certainly seemed to fill a void that you’ve never known to exist before.”

She looked away and gritted her teeth. She sat on her knees with her hands clasped before her. “Why me? Why did you of all people, a crazy vampire prince, take interest in me?”

“Because I do what I want and follow what takes my fancy,” I said effectively. “I don’t know how to express in normal human lingo or express myself with profound words. But I know when I want something to be mine. And I take it. That darkness that is in you, arouses me beyond belief. I’ve had many vampire lovers, none of which has held my interest. Most of them, no more than a day. Together I can envision us burning down cities and fucking on their tallest buildings. I’ve never considered having a partner in crime such as that. Dare I say, for your woman ears, that you might be special to me.”

She scoffed. “I experiment on vampires to find a way to kill your kind. Aren’t you concerned I will turn on you?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Your madness isn’t limited to just vampires. You have humans down there as well against their will. You just don’t play well with others and are justifying your acts as a bold statement for the greater good.” The sun began to slowly creep in, cascading in a line to come between us.

She gritted out in frustration. “I only experiment on humans to find better ways to make Hunters. People will thank me in the future. My kind, will thank me when I find the answers.”

I exhaled for dramatic response. Oh, how sickly maddening she was. How I had heard such crazed speeches before and the outcome had always been the same. “People like you never find the answers that you’re after. Your mind is simply so twisted that you don’t know how to be anything other than a monster. One day your experimenting went too far beyond redemption. So why stop at the vampires… why stop at the humans? Your colorful mind will never stop crafting abomination after abomination because you will always find a way to justify it. You think because it is ‘science’ that it is just.” She went to interrupt me but I continued, speaking over her. “But my lovely monster, I adore that and encourage it. We might be mad in our own way and be the monster I may, I am the only one in this world that will be aroused by your destructive nature. We’re both monsters. Just admit it.”

She looked at me for a moment longer. She stood up and walked over to me with those predatory eyes that missed nothing. Her body flexed as she walked over. She was so perfectly muscled and dangerous. Sasha was a woman of decision and action. My little mouse was an opportunist and quickly calculated the most beneficial outcome to her cause. She was as calculated as my brother but as ruthless as my own nature. She leaned towards me and inhaled my scent. A very primal and animalistic response, even for her. “How long have you been hiding that wild beast inside of you?” I asked, curious at what age her parents might’ve seen the consequence of her mother’s experiments.

“For a very long time,” she said huskily. She leaned in and bit the bottom of my lip, pulling at it. I went to pull her on top of me, but she hissed at me. This was her time and her action to initiate. This was her own dance and pace as she came to agree to the terms of our twisted games that we would enjoy. My cock was already throbbing hard as her breasts dangled before me, luscious and ready for the taking. But I would play her game. I would let her think that she was in control and that she could obtain me of all vampires, as a submissive. This was on her terms.

Puppet. Puppeteer. She and I were the same. We always had to be in control. But if I wanted my hard cock to release inside of her now, I had to play along with this little dance for the time being. Let the feral animal come to me until she would obediently be petted. It was only a matter of time; and time that I was willing to create for her.

“When my father saw what my mother had done,” she said half crazed. “He hated her. Couldn’t understand what she had done to me and the children. But she only wanted to make us stronger.”

She grabbed my wrists and pinned them above me with force. I liked where this was going. “And did she make you stronger?” I asked rhetorically.

“Yes,” she said as she nibbled at my ear and licked up the side of my face in maddening ownership. The warmth of her chest smothered me with her scent while I looked down at the jagged scar that would beautifully mark her body forever more.

“Where did you get that scar?” I growled in response to her own primal creature. She looked at me from the side as if deciding to keep her secrets or to share them with me. Would she permit me into her world entirely?

“Another child. When we were in the same room, not all of them mixed well with the experiments and venom.” Venom? “One attacked me and ripped into my throat. So, I killed her. This scar is what remains. She was the first human I’d ever killed, and I wasn’t even sad. In fact, it bewildered me. How was I stronger than her? What was the difference in our might? How could I become stronger, and if not, craft the strongest human ever made?” I understood where her craziness had begun and how it shaped my little mouse into the predator that she was. She nibbled at my lip again, rubbing her breasts against me.

“Did you say venom, Sasha Darling?” I muffled. Was vampire venom the formula that started this maddening notion? Were they using the very essence that they spited? She edged to the side as she nipped at my neck hard enough to draw blood. For someone who hated the very existence of vampires, her very predatory nature was exactly like a newborn.

“From vampires,” she admitted. “That’s how my mother started crafting our kind. She injected us with the genetics and venom from vampires.” I arched an eyebrow in admiration of her mother’s ideal. We used our venom to immobilize and turn humans if we so desired. I’d never considered the possibility of one human mind trying to transform that into an entirely different species. I had to give credit where it was due. Where the humans lacked in strength, they inevitably made up for it in innovation.

Sasha’s eyes had gone entirely black. The talk of her mother’s experiments and the beginning of her creation might’ve traumatized most but for Sasha; it was an awakening to her darker self and the entirety of who she was now. She was excited by the possibilities and aroused by having the very thing she so greatly despised be hard for her and strapped to the wall just for her to fuck.

She straddled me, groaning as her wet lips parted over my cock and moistened around me. She grabbed my wrists and led them to trace over the side of her chiseled stomach as she bounced on my cock. She led my hands down her waist and rested them on her hips. She moaned into my mouth as she dragged her tongue against my fangs and licked at her lips totally aroused. The smell of her left me parting my mouth for more as she leaned away from me, teasing me.

“For the few of us who survived her experiments, we plan on running into the new world that parallels our own.” Her words came in hot and heavy pants as she continued to bounce on me.

“Do you?” I pulled back her hair reminding her that she would never break free of my grasp. “And how long have you been planning this daring escape?” I asked having enough of her joy ride on my cock. I lifted her, despite her forceful push back and pinned her against the wall. I thrusted into her, now having total control. As it should’ve been from the start.

“Ever since the moment I walked in to have an audience with you.” She said and whimpered into my mouth as I thrust into her hard. An opportunist, that’s what my clever little mouse was. She weighed the pros and cons of everything that had been transpiring over the past few weeks. I drove into her hard, harder than ever to remind her who was fucking whom. She would never have the luxury to escape these walls unless I permitted it. Just as we have been doing these past few weeks. It would only ever happen because I would allow it. I slammed into her again. She groaned as the wall behind her began to break apart, chipping, in time with my thrusts.

She was mine and wasn’t going anywhere. I would fuck her into oblivion every day so she could never use her legs to escape my clutches.

“You’re mine,” I growled in case she didn’t hear my message loud and clear through my actions.

I put my fingers in her mouth and she bit down–hard. She licked over the tips of my fingers with her tongue. Her hips rolled over me as she moaned. I parted her ass cheeks with my other hand and dared to provoke her asshole with a finger. She sunk into it, groaning as her second hole expanded over me.

“For however long this might last… maybe,” she whispered in pure ecstasy. She bit down on my fingers once again. I licked over the edges of her jagged scar, nipping at my meal.

“My Darling, I will make it last forever,” I said and bit into the jagged remains of the horrors that was once done to her as a child. Her entire body clenched around me in pain, until she released and relaxed into me. I thrusted into her again and began to feed on her. I would never let her go.

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