Morning had arrived, but the sunlight wasn't touching me. The five of us—me and those four vampires—were heading toward Hartford Tower. My body was still aching, waves of pain with every step. My vagina, my ass, my breasts—all bore their marks. Blood stains, bite marks, and that wet semen still clinging to my skin. I wore a long black coat to hide my wounds, but my eyes? They told the whole story. Devil seated me in the car, his hand on my thigh, as if he owned me. "Today you'll learn, Lucy," he whispered, his eyes glowing red. "Learn what?" I asked, my voice mixing fear with anger. "To awaken your power," William said, who was driving. Lucas ran his fingers through my hair from behind, "And have a little fun too." Henry was silent, but his eyes were scanning me like a scientist examining his subject.
Hartford Tower is the city's tallest structure, a giant of black glass and steel. Inside the boardroom, my father was waiting. But today wasn't a normal meeting. The room held only Father and a few people—all with cold faces, eyes gleaming like vampires. "Lucy, welcome," Father said, his voice lacking the warmth I'd heard in childhood. "Today your training begins." I looked at the four, but they now appeared like businessmen—suited, perfect, yet that hunger still lurked in their eyes. Father turned on a projector. The screen showed an ancient book's page—written in red ink, like blood. "The prophecy," Father spoke. "You, Lucy, are the chosen one who will take vampires beyond immortality. Your blood, your soul, is bound in a ritual."
"What kind of ritual?" I asked, my voice trembling. Devil placed his hand on my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. "Sex, blood, and dark magic," he said, his breath hot yet cold on my neck. I shuddered. Father continued, "There's an underground temple in Phoenix where this ritual will take place. But first, you must be prepared. Your body, your mind, everything." I couldn't understand. My mother's face surfaced in my mind—that night when she died, or was killed. Had Father used her too?
The meeting ended, but Father asked me to stay alone. Those four left, but I knew they were watching me. Father closed the door. "Lucy, you must understand," he said, "Hartford Empire isn't just business. It's the heart of the vampire society. You're my daughter, but your blood... it's ancient. Your mother chose me, and now you." I screamed in anger, "Did you kill Mother?" Father laughed, a cold laugh. "No, Lucy. She's still alive. In the temple." My mind went numb. Mother... alive?
That night, they took me to the temple. Outside Phoenix, in the desert, a hidden gate. Inside, stone walls, torchlight, and the smell of blood. The temple was a labyrinth, ancient symbols on the walls, like some dark fantasy. In the center stood an altar, red stone, stained with blood. Devil pushed me toward the altar. "Here you'll awaken," he said. I was terrified, but something else stirred inside me—an attraction, a hunger.
They stripped me naked. My dress tore, my bra, my panties—all on the floor. I lay on the altar, the cold stone stabbing my back. All four surrounded me, their suits removed. Devil's penis already hard, large, intimidating. He climbed on top of me, spread my legs, and without warning, entered. "Ahh!" I screamed, pain so intense I thought I'd split. His thrusts in my vagina were powerful, dirty, like some animal. "Your pussy is ours," he roared, his teeth sinking into my neck, sucking blood. William came near my mouth, his penis on my lips. "Suck, slut," he said, grabbing my hair and pushing into my mouth. I was gagging, his penis down my throat, but he didn't stop. Lucas was on my breasts, kneading them, biting them, drawing blood. "Your blood... so sweet," he whispered, then sucked my nipples hard. Henry from behind, inserting fingers in my ass, then his penis—rough, no lubrication. I was screaming, a cocktail of pain and pleasure.
All four took me, one after another, together. Devil in my vagina, Henry in my ass, William in my mouth, Lucas on my breasts. Their thrusts so fast, like machines. My blood flowed, their semen on my face, inside me, everywhere. I reached orgasm after orgasm, screaming, crying. The temple had no music, just my screams and their dirty words. "You'll become queen," Devil said, his semen filling my vagina. "But first, our slut," William said, cumming in my mouth.
The ritual ended, but something changed. A power awakened inside me. My eyes glowed—red, like theirs. I rose from the altar and saw—my mother was there, in a corner, bound in chains. "Mother?" I whispered. She smiled, but her eyes were empty. "You're the chosen one, Lucy," she said. "But be careful—this power can destroy you." Devil laughed, "Or make us immortal."
Outside, Phoenix's night was deepening again. Emerging from the temple, I saw—the city was changing. In the casino district, there were corpses, rivers of blood. "What is this?" I asked. Lucas smiled, "Your empire, Lucy. Now you're part of it." But questions swirled in my mind—who's keeping Mother bound? What's Father's real plan?
Phoenix's nights were now not just darkness for me, but a web. The moment we left the temple, the city's scene had transformed. The casino district's glittering lights now looked dim with the redness of blood. Corpses on the streets, streams of blood, and that silence like the calm before a great storm. Lucas's words echoed in my ears—"Your empire, Lucy. Now you're part of it." But my empire? Had Hartford Empire become not just business, but the vampires' game? My mother's empty eyes, bound in chains, kept surfacing in my mind. And that new hunger awakened inside me—that power turning my eyes red, what was it? Devil, William, Lucas, and Henry walked behind me, their suits still perfect, as if the temple's dark ritual was just another ordinary night for them. But for me? For me, this was a new face of life.
We headed toward Hartford Tower. The morning sun was now harsh, but my body felt cold. Waves of pain still rising in my vagina and ass, the bite marks on my breasts burning. I wrapped the black coat tightly, but the weakness in my walk couldn't be hidden. Devil grabbed my waist, as if supporting me, but his fingers dug into my skin. "You must learn business now, Lucy," he whispered, his breath warm yet cold on my neck. "Business?" I asked, anger and confusion in my voice. "The same business that paints Phoenix with blood," William said, his muscular body beside me like a guard. Lucas smiled, "Casinos, real estate, tech—all the vampires' game." Henry, silent as always, but his eyes scanning my face, as if reading some secret.
Stepping into the Tower's boardroom, I saw—this was no ordinary meeting. People sat around the table, but their eyes—red, cold, like vampires. My father, Richard Hartford, sat in the head chair, a digital screen before him showing Phoenix's map. "Lucy, sit," he said, his voice carrying that authority that always frightened me. I sat, Devil and William on either side, Lucas and Henry across. "Today we'll discuss the new project," Father said. "Phoenix's new casino—Blood Moon Resort. This isn't just a casino, it'll be the new hub of vampire society." A 3D model appeared on screen—a massive building, black glass, red lights, and underground chambers probably for blood rituals.
"Lucy, you're the face of this project," Father said. I was shocked. "Me? But I..." I stopped, because Devil's hand slid onto my thigh, under the table. His fingers inside my skirt, toward my panties. I clenched my teeth, but my vagina was already wet—perhaps from last night, or from his cold fingers. "You're Hartford's daughter," Father continued, "and now the vampire queen. This casino will be in your name." I wanted to say something, but Lucas placed his hand on my knee under the table, slowly sliding up. "Calm down, Lucy," he whispered, his eyes gleaming. The meeting continued, but for me it was torture. William placed his hand on my shoulder, his fingers inside my coat, lightly pressing my breast. Henry silently took notes, but his gaze was on me, as if recording my every reaction.
Father explained the project details. Blood Moon Resort was a $10 billion project in downtown Phoenix. But its real purpose? A hunting ground for vampires. Underground chambers would host rituals where wealthy businessmen would satisfy their blood thirst. "Lucy, you must impress the investors," Father said. "Tonight there's a gala for Phoenix's biggest business tycoons. You'll go there and..." he paused, then smiled, "seduce them." Devil pressed my thigh harder, his fingers now in my panties, rubbing my clit. I shuddered, but no one in the meeting noticed—or perhaps everyone knew.
The gala was that night at Phoenix Palace, the same 5-star restaurant where my swayamvar had taken place. I wore a red gown, so tight it could drive anyone's curves crazy. But inside I felt fear—and that hunger, now growing stronger. The gala hosted Phoenix's biggest businessmen—tech CEOs, real estate tycoons, and some unfamiliar faces whose eyes looked like vampires. Devil, William, Lucas, and Henry accompanied me, their suits carrying that deadly charm. I began talking with investors—Johnson, the high-tech guy, who still looked at me like a trophy. "Lucy, Blood Moon... big project," he said, his eyes on my deep neckline. I smiled, but anger burned inside. Then William came beside me, his hand on my waist, so tight my ribs started aching. "Lucy, the investors want more," he whispered. "What?" I asked. "You," Lucas said, now on my other side.