The moon shone brightly in the semi-dark hallway. Most of the servants had retired for the night; only a small number remained, passing me occasionally in the hallway with their eyes downcast.
Outside guards patrolled the perimeters, their shadows long against the full moon as they walked in groups of two talking to each other.
My footsteps were quiet against the marble floors, a force of habit I had developed after my mother reprimanded me when I was a year old for being too noisy.
I came to a stop in front of my mother's bedroom doors and took a deep breath. The doors were just as majestic as she was. Made from the black orkan tree found in the middle of the dark forest. A rare and expensive tree.
I could feel the defense magic pulsating on the door, ready to kill anyone who dared to force their way inside. Every room in the castle had defense-imbued doors.
I raised my hand and knocked on the door softly; she hated loud noises.
"Mother, may I come in?"
I spoke softly my voice echoing through the empty hallway. She didn't answer but the door opened right after. I took one last glance into the hallway and stepped into the room.
"Come here."
Mothers' commanding voice came the moment I closed the door behind me. I turned around to look at her.
She was sitting on her queen-sized bed, and blood red bedcovers were neatly covering the bed as moonlight from the overhead skylight spilled onto the bed.
She was seated at the edge of the bed with her glowing red eyes assessing me. The room was dark with only a few lights from the dim light crystals hanging in the corners of the room.
She was holding a glass of wine filled with sweet-smelling blood, which she took a sip from. She was dressed in an intricate red silk gown that had a slit in the middle, leaving half of her perfect, round breasts for the world to see.
She had her leg crossed over the other, the slit on the robe having slid down to reveal her smooth white thighs.
I walked forward until I came to a stop in front of her. Standing near her I noticed her skin seemed to be glowing under the moonlight.
"Why would I not come mother?"
I knelt down in front of her just like I used to do when I was a child. Her piercing gaze met mine, and she smiled as if she had seen what she wanted to see in my eyes.
She stepped on my thigh her soft feet running up and down softly. My hands came and wrapped around her knees, and I laid my head on her thighs, looking up at her. Her red hair curtained us as she looked down at me a smirk on her face.
"A child who lusts after his own mother, how depraved."
She said softly. Her hand came and rubbed my cheek. I leaned in to touch her long red nails brushing against the back of my neck. Shivers went down my spine as my innocent body reacted to her touch.
"But mother is the most beautiful in the world."
I complimented her as my hands moved to her smooth thighs. The compliment seemed to have worked, she burst into laughter, her melodic voice echoing in the quiet room.
She leaned over and kissed my cheek before leaning back a little, giving me a view of her full breasts' underside. She brought the glass of blood to her breasts and poured half of the glass on herself slowly.
I watched in fascination as the small rivers of blood started to run down her breast and moved to her smooth stomach before disappearing down the closed robe.
"Lucian," her voice brought me back to reality," clean mother up."
After saying this, she lay down on the bed, the moonlight shining on her blood-stained body. I climbed the bed and kneeled over her. Our eyes met before I leaned in and licked the blood flowing to her neck softly.
Her taste was divine under the blood. I lapped the blood flowing to her clavicle until there was nothing left and sat up, opening her gown, freeing her breasts.
I cupped her soft breasts in curiosity. Despite experimenting on women, it had never occurred to me to touch them sexually everything had been in a clinical view.
But right now touching my own mother's soft breasts felt different. I fondled them curiously enjoying the soft touch under my hands. Her full breasts spilled between my fingers with every movement of my hands, they were just as perfect as she was. .
The blood continued to smear all over her breasts with my touch. Mother's hand came and covered mine,pulling my attention to her face. Her eyes were filled with lust, but the dominant gaze still remained.
"Have you not bedded a woman before Lucian?"
She asked me softly but her voice demanded answers. I smiled and shook my head.
"No mother."
She chuckled. I had thought she knew, since she always kept her eyes on me, even when she left the Duchy.
"And your little maid, why did you not bed her?"
She asked again, clearly trying every route to confirm I was not lying. In the kingdom, one was considered an adult at sixteen.
"No, she's too young."
I shook my head. It had really never occurred to me.
"The other maids?"
She persisted. Her lust was increasing with every denial. I could feel her aroused nipples rubbing against my palm. I wanted to touch them fully, but my mother never let my hands go.
" No mother, you destroyed my definition of beauty. How could I ?" I assured her, "The blood will lose its taste, mother."
She let go of my hands and placed them above her head, which made her breasts rub harder on my hands.
"You're such a good boy."
She muttered quietly but loud enough for me to hear. I smiled and nodded before leaning down and licking between her breasts where most of the blood had flowed into.
I had never felt that blood would taste this good, but licking the blood on my mother's chest just changed that assumption. I wanted to go lower but I restrained myself. Knowing my mother, if I tried to hurry things up, I might just get thrown out.
"May I mother?"
I asked holding her gown. She sat up and started to take off the gown as I kneeled on the bed beside he, looking as her curvaceous body was revealed little by little.
She was definitely teasing me since she took it off slowly while maintaining eye contact with me. I couldn't stand it anymore, I was a man after all, and being teased wasn't pleasing to my libido.
She let me take off the rest of the gown. I lifted her up from the edge of the bed and laid her in the middle her head on the cloud of pillows. Her red hair was spread all around her like a halo, enhancing her naked, pale white body.
There was no embarrassment in her eyes as she watched me study her body. Her legs were spread open, giving me a full view of her vagina. Vampires were naturally hairless except for the head probably a small side effect from the power we have.
"Mother you're wet."
I said softly as I positioned myself between her legs. The trail of blood had come to a stop just above her vagina.
I bent down, spreading her legs further, and licked from the top of her vagina up to her navel, where the blood started. I had thoroughly cleaned her of the blood.
"Come up here Lucian."
Mother's breathless voice came from above me. Her hands came and cupped my cheeks and led me up until we were looking at each other. Her pale face had gained color.
"Mother.."
She took my lips before I could finish what I was saying. My inexperience was evident but I learned quickly as our lips crushed in a fight of pure dominance. Teeth knocking over each other as our tongues battled in an exchange of saliva and blood from where my mother had accidentally bitten my tongue during our kiss.
"....You're a fast learner."
Mother said after catching her breath. I leaned down and took her lips again., I had never imagined kissing would be this addictive. The fact that I was kissing my own mother just made it more enjoyable.
"I got it from you."
I said after separating from her. Her lips were red and shiny with my blood and our saliva making her more sinful. She was the very definition of lust.
" Strip."
Mother commanded.
"Yes, mother."
I said and sat back on my knees. I hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt and threw it to the side before opening my trousers. I could feel my arousal heavy against my thigh; I had never been this aroused before.