Рамиль Латыпов - The vampire in my heart. Everyone bow down before me

© Рамиль Латыпов, 2022

ISBN 978-5-0056-5743-5

Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero

Chapter 1 My heart

Dark gothic castle. My shadow flew to inspect their possessions. Lightning flashes in the distance. Then darkness enveloped these lands. The werewolves on the towers howled again. Two ghouls in a dark casemate actively love each other. Three more joined them. I won’t interfere with them. The shadow flew into the tower. My brides love each other. My beauties. Tired of caresses. Moans of pleasure, cries of joy. Explosions of orgasms. Bodies move on the floor like waves in the sea. Warm bodies. Shadow saw flashes in infrared light. The ladies began to stop. Universal Bliss. They are tired and lie motionless. Beautiful breasts rise with every breath. Well, the ones that are alive. Not vampires like me. The shadow returned back to the throne. He is pleasant and comfortable. Two statues of gargoyles crown her.

The shadow took on the appearance of a vampire in a tailcoat. Paintings on the walls. Ancient old. Strong people on it and inspire confidence. My parents. Mother and father are vampires. when they are still alive. But the idyll did not last long. I don’t want to remember now. Sad. But I don’t intend to grieve. I have a holiday. The picture behind me is where I stand with a sword and a staff. Strong and confident ruler of the world. The large stone on the staff still burns with red fire. The castle behind me flourishes. The painting is ten thousand years old. But I still rule this world. My dominions are flourishing.

The picture of my goddess right in front of my eyes goes up and behind it I see a TV. Turned it on. It is huge and colorful. Every pixel is visible to me. I see a holiday on it. People in the streets are waving the flags of my country. My portraits. Joy and tears of happiness on their faces. They love me. The choristers sing songs in my honor. Little boys in white robes bless passers-by. My religion. This makes them easier to manage. Although at first there were difficulties. The holiday goes on for two weeks. It will culminate the day after tomorrow. When a ship with six astronauts land on another planet. Our Moon. Three vampires and three humans. Two ladies vampire Inessa and human Elena. I personally selected them myself. Slender beautiful. Each will gladly take a place in my harem upon their return. And my best vampire warriors Egor and Igrat. People Timur and Senya. The best representatives of the two peoples.

Even though people got their freedom a hundred and twenty years ago. Before that, our world was amorphous. There was no promotion. Progress. But by freeing some of the human slaves, we got unprecedented progress. All thanks to my goddess terrible and terrible Berry. She ordered me. How grateful I am to her. I am Akbash the head of the planet of vampires. I have enslaved the entire planet thanks to and for the glory of the goddess. I will die for her. Decided to get on my knees and thank her. And at the same time indulge in carnal pleasures with her. She is a generous goddess. We bathe with her in a bath of blood. From this one thought, saliva filled his mouth and the friend got excited.

– O my goddess of Darkness show me the way and show me your divine face. I am your servant until the end of time. You have guided me to this day.

Hello my servant. – The goddess appeared in the form of a child. The white dress fluttered with every movement she made. She is different today. Good thing. But I loved her only in her adult form. Although I am evil, I have principles. (Of course, we will believe in it).

– Oh my goddess. You’re so beautiful. Stand in your habitual form before my eyes and let us indulge in pleasures.

She is silent. He beckons me to him. I rise from my throne and take off my clothes as I go. She is already naked. Juicy strong. Passionate. Sweat drips down her thighs. She is ready for love. She gestures for a bath. There is blood in it. We go into it.

Don’t worry, it’s not real blood. – Whispers the voice of the goddess burning with passion. – Try it.

I drink. This is nectar. Forces flow into me. She fills her hand and holds it out to me. It tastes even better with her hands. Manna fills me. I kiss. She smiles. Spreads legs. And we love each other tenderly and passionately. Her juicy breasts are like glove in my hands. She’s not breathing, and neither am I. She is a goddess and I am her lover. How could I serve another god than her. She is my world. The best of my mistresses. But longing floats on her passionate face. What she doesn’t like. I increase the pressure. But there is no effect. I lick my chest. Moans of pleasure are heard throughout the castle. The werewolves howled again and began to love each other. Here are the animals. Their groans and cries are heard for many kilometers. In the village at the foot of the cliff where people celebrated my castle. But after hearing these moans, people on the streets began to love each other just the same. Universal orgasm. And an explosion. I hugged the goddess. She kisses my neck. She is soft today. Sad. What happened? He licked his pointy ears. Lovely. They stirred with pleasure. How good. But then the goddess removed the bathtub with her hand. Dressed and dressed me.

– I have a problem’s. A strong enemy wants to attack my lands. You need to destroy him.

– I’m glad to serve you goddess. I am glad to give my life for her. And looking forward to new adventures. After such an award from her, I am ready for anything. The party outside continued. «I will gather all the warriors. There are excellent ghoul soldiers and werewolves. The serfs from my towns and villages will gladly die for me. And for you my goddess. In their religion, they consider me a god.

– It’s a little different. – The goddess standing next to me with two ponytails in her hair and horns began to joyfully jump from foot to foot. – You will go alone. O my servant. And try to be better.

– What? – I don’t understand? The goddess of evil that I have served for thousands of years. Sacrificed entire countries and continents asking me the vampire lord to be kind.

– Leave immediately. You yourself will understand everything. You’ll figure out what to do. Farewell, my faithful Akbash. I will erase your memory after three hours of arrival. Write down more spells and potion recipes when you find yourself in a new place. Then at eighteen I will find you and return the memory. Don’t worry, it’s necessary for business.

A dark entity emerged from the hands of the cutie. She enveloped me and I fell into it. I felt the fear of death. But I knew that I would not die. I cannot die. Evil is immortal. Strong blow to the head.

– Boy, who are you? – Said a boy of about five. Straw hat and hoodie. He is a follower of my religion. But where are the religious markings on the neck from the transfusion syringes?

«Mortal, how dare you speak to me first?» Wait until I contact you. I said angrily. My previously formidable strong voice. Which inspired fear and awe in the hearts of enemies, became the thin voice of a boy. I examined my hands. Where are the claws. What is this thin human hand. Touched his face. Where are the fangs? What a face. Where is the crooked nose? – Become a bat. – But nothing happened.

– And you’re strange, I don’t want to be a bat. They are vile. – Said the girl in the blue dress. Yellow hair and freckles. So cheerful. Delicious.