Jungles

After five minutes he had taken her where he wanted her to be. Now he could take his time, because the path ended in a garden shed from which there was no escape.

Smiling, showing his teeth, hands casually in his pockets, Draco entered the house.

The girl stood trembling with her back to the huge bed, which was there, and looked fearfully at him.

"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded with him.

But Draco didn't seem to hear, he kept walking towards her. He drew in the scent it gave off. Her blood was now enriched with enough adrenaline. One more push and her heart would stop.

Draco was standing right in front of her now, their bodies touching lightly. He looked at her throbbing carotid artery, put his hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back onto the bed. Then he knelt over her. But the girl did not want to give up without a fight because she began to drum her hands on his chest. But all of her resistance did not help her, because Draco now slowly lowered his head, poked his teeth into her vein and slowly began to drink. At first she resisted vehemently, but then her body became soft and yielding.

When Draco noticed that she was now giving in to it, he stopped because there was hardly any adrenaline to taste.

He let go of her, but stayed in a kneeling position over her. Draco closed his eyes and concentrated all of his power to get in touch with his brother.

"Get out of my head." He suddenly heard the commanding voice of Wanja, his brother.

"No, not before you tell me where you are," Draco replied harshly.

"I won't." Came back in exactly that voice.

"Then I'll find out," Draco threatened.

"Try it." Asked Vanya.

Draco increased his power even more so that he could now see through Wanya's eyes and hear through his ears. And what he saw terrified him very much. Vanya seemed to be in a kind of cell that was underground. There was no window or anything to be seen. Draco could only see one door, and it was barred. The walls of the cell were made of clay and water ran down them. Except for a wooden cot there was nothing left there. And there was nothing to be heard that suggested the whereabouts.

"That's unfair, you hunted." Wanja complained, realizing that Draco was now looking through his eyes.

"And you haven't had any blood in days." Draco stated, feeling his brother's weakness. "Well, tell me where you are now."

In the distance, the sound of a door opening could be heard. So someone came to Vanya.

"Quick, tell me," urged Draco, who sensed exactly that the visitor did not want his brother good.

"Africa." Came back softly. The connection grew weaker.

"Where exactly?"

“Jungle… .Ko…” then the connection was completely gone.

"Damn it," Draco swore loudly. He still had enough adrenaline in his veins, so it couldn't be that. It must have something to do with whoever entered his brother's prison.

Draco felt movement beneath him. As if awakened, he looked down at the girl, whose arms he was still holding up over her head.

She was still looking at him fearfully from her blue eyes, but her body was no longer expressing any defense, it felt soft and warm. A little blood was still flowing from the small wound on her neck. Draco took both of her wrists in one hand, lowered his head back to her neck and began to suckle very lightly, while he caressed her body with his now free hand. She began to breathe harder and tried to get her hands free, but Draco wouldn't allow it. With his free hand he drove her under the top and slowly pushed it up to her chest. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her chest reacted spontaneously to his touch, and the rest of her body reacted too. Draco pushed her top up so that her chest was now free. Now he slowly ran his tongue down her neck until he came to the most sensitive part of her chest. The girl was breathing harder and harder and began to moan softly. She began to squirm under his caresses. Draco chuckled, and put his lips back on her neck. Her blood tasted even sweeter now, which came from the excitement. Draco's hand slid over her bare torso again and again, lightly touching her warts each time. He noticed how her excitement rose, because now she pushed her abdomen towards him. Draco then ran his hand over her thighs, which were still tucked into their pants. The girl began to gasp and tried desperately to get her hands free. But Draco held her with an iron grip. He lay down on his side next to her and began to open her pants, which accompanied her with wild movements of her abdomen. When he opened her pants, he pushed them off her hips bit by bit. Underneath she wore a black thong that Draco left untouched. Again and again he put his lips to her neck and gently sucked her blood. He knew that this and his hand would increase her desire immeasurably. When he had pushed her pants down to her knees, he gently stroked the inside of her thighs. She tried to spread her legs, which was prevented by the fit of the pants. Her heartbeat quickened, causing her blood to trickle out of the still open wound on her neck, which Draco kept sucking up with his tongue.

Finally, after appearing for the girl forever, Draco released her and satisfied her desires. Although Draco was no less aroused, he didn't forget that there was a human lying beneath him and he held back. If he had let himself go, she wouldn't survive. But despite all restraint, he left traces on her body, which was now completely exhausted next to him.

Draco got up, dressed, reached into his pocket and casually tossed a few bills on her bare stomach.

"What's that supposed to be?" She asked angrily. "I'm not a whore!"

"Yes, I do now," Draco replied tersely. “You won't get what just happened out of your head. You will be excited all day to see it over and over again. And from now on you will come here every evening and shamelessly offer yourself to every vampire present here. "

"That ... I don't think so ... that can't be." She stuttered, shocked.

"But that's how it is. Think of my words when it's daytime and all your thinking will revolve around that. ”Draco said coolly. Then he left the summer house and went back into the hall. There he went straight to Madame LeNoire.

"Well, I see you were successful," she said to him.

“Yes, I did. I was able to establish a connection to my brother for a short time, but unfortunately it was interrupted by other influences. ”Draco thanked him. "And you were right, the girl was still a virgin and that in every respect."

"I hope you haven't hurt her too much," Madame LeNoire asked.

“Well, her body has already suffered a few wounds. I did my best not to hurt her too much, "Draco replied.

"They will be taken care of." Madame explained and beckoned her servant to come over. In a whisper she gave him some instructions and he went off to do them.

Then she turned back to Draco.

“I see and feel that you have not received the satisfaction that you need. I have someone there who can give it to you. She is a newborn and still wild in her lust. "

“A newborn? How can that be? It hasn't been transformed for years. ”Draco was amazed.

“Well, it was a stupid coincidence,” Madame replied. “You know that every human guest gets a farewell drink when they leave our house. As you know, this is a glass of vampire blood so that your wounds heal faster and your body regenerates faster. Well, this girl got it too. And unfortunately had a fatal accident a few hours later. And since the vampire blood had not yet left her organism, she became one of us. "

At her gesture, a young woman appeared, around the age of nineteen. Like almost all vampire women here in the room, she too wore a long, transparent, white dress over her naked body. She had long, red hair that was in wild curls around her head. And like all newborns, their eyes were bright red.

"So, and now have fun both of you," Madame said, giggling.

And Draco did. It was something different than with a person. With her he did not need to exercise restraint.

When he got back into the hall around four in the morning, it had noticeably taught himself. There were almost only vampires in him, most of the people had left because they went about their work during the day and therefore needed a few more hours of sleep. The three young men at Madame LeNoire's were still present and now served alternately as blood donors.

The other vampires were so heated by the blood they had drunk during the night that they were now unabashedly doing it together.

When Madame LeNoire saw Draco, she waved him over.

"And, young friend, are you satisfied now?"

"Oh yes, very much." Draco replied, kissing her hand.

"Ah, I still remember how you and your brother were when they were newborns." “I still remember exactly how one of my people found you and brought you here, not knowing what you were. You were still so young and wonderfully wild and could never get enough. "

"Yes, and you taught us everything we needed to know as young vampires," Draco recalled. “During the night you showed us how to hunt without being recognized. And on the day you showed us how vampires live physical love. "

"But enough of the past now," she said. "Better tell me what you achieved that night because of your brother."

“Well, the girl's body produced enough adrenaline for me to connect with Vanya. I was even able to extend my power so that I could see through his eyes and hear his ears. And what I saw frightened me. They keep him trapped in some hole and let him thirst. As far as I could feel, he was already very weak. But unfortunately he could no longer tell me exactly where he is. I just know it's somewhere in the African jungle. ”Draco reported.

"Just as he was about to tell me, someone entered the room and the connection was broken."

"And now you want to go to Africa and search all the jungles?" Asked Madame LeNoire.

"Yes, I will," Draco declared firmly. “And I'll keep trying to get in touch with him. After all, he's my brother and needs my help. "

“And what about your human company? Will you take them with you? "

"You know about it?" Draco asked in amazement.

"Yes of course. Have you forgotten that I am something like the ruler of the vampires here in France? I always know what's going on, ”Madame replied.

"Well," Draco replied hesitantly. “He also wants to go to Africa, but I don't know yet whether I'll take him there. After all, he has no idea what I am. And so it should stay."

“Your company is an 'ER'? Are you sure of that? ”Giggled Madame, who took turns drinking the blood of the young men whenever Draco spoke.

"So you don't have a personal blood bank with you?"

"No, I'll never drink a man's blood!" Draco said in horror.

"Well, I wish you a successful trip in spite of everything and I hope that you will find your brother very soon," said Madame in goodbye. “I will retire now. Come by again and bring your brother with you. "

She chased away the young men who were reluctant to part with her and waved to her servant.

Jean-Baptiste approached her eagerly and helped her to get up.

"Take me to my rooms," she ordered him.

Just like everyone in the room, Draco knew that Jean-Baptiste was not only her personal servant, but that he was also at Madame's service in other ways.

Draco left the lock and went to his Ferrari, inside of which Leo was still soundly asleep. Draco started the car and drove back onto the freeway. After a few kilometers he drove to a rest area, put both seats in the reclining position, took two blankets from the back seat, put one of them over Leo and covered himself with the other. Then he touched Leo's forehead again, mumbled a few unintelligible words, lay back and closed his eyes.