Thus, I instinctively raised my legs and closed them together to cover my erection.

It was the wrong move, though.

Because something in his blood-red eyes glinted dangerously as he grabbed my ankle to raise it up. "Servant, what's your name?" he asked in a low voice, his lips planting feathery kisses on my ankle. 

"Lumiere, Master," I replied with misty eyes. The way he kissed my skin and looked at me was so arousing that I almost stuttered while answering his question. 

"Lumiere, from now on, I, Noire, will forever be your master and nobody else. In addition, you're required to call me 'Noire' instead of 'master'. Are we clear?" 

I nodded my head obediently. "Yes, Noire—Oh!" I suddenly gasped when I felt his knee pressing on my crotch. 

"It's weird. The way you say my name makes me hornier than ever. Is this the power of S-grade?" I heard his quiet whispers laced with amusement. He then licked curiously at my ankle once again. "Even your skin is extraordinarily smooth and soft. If I rubbed my dick with your feet, I would probably cum easily."

His nonchalant dirty talk somehow brought a shade of red to my fair face. I simply bit my lower lip to stop myself from making stupid and lewd noises as a response to his chatter. 

The most bothersome thing was also because his knee was still pressing against my boner. He could probably feel it pulsing wildly beneath his black pants. 

"Lumiere, have you ever fingered yourself before?" 

I shook my head with pursed lips. "We weren't allowed to touch ourselves without your consent." 

Of course, he knows about this tradition. Perhaps he just wanted to humiliate me by shoving right in front of my face that I'm a virgin through and through. 

"So, you've never masturbated, then?" 

"Yes, Noire—Mmp!" I didn't get to finish my reply when I moaned again. 

The bastard of a vampire pressed his knee deeper into my crotch! Even rubbing it playfully as if it's just wiping off some dirt using his knee! 

"That's so sad. If I made you cum right now, do you think it would be just as thick as your ancestors?" he asked with a teasing grin on his handsome face. His silvery white hair hanging on the sides of his face served as a beautiful curtain to shield him from the moonlight. 

I gritted my teeth to stop myself from groaning under his lewd rubs. "I'm not sure, Noire." 

"We'll see." 

And then I felt myself being lifted up as he walked towards the balcony. To my horror, there were actually people below, merrily drinking wine (or was it blood?) while chattering with each other. 

"Look, there's a banquet downstairs. Do you want to say 'hi' to them, Lumiere?" Noire whispered in my ears while pinching my exposed and erect nipples. 

I shook my head vigorously at his proposal. There's no way I'd want them to see me naked like this!

"Ah, but it's rude to hide from the vampires like this, don't you think?" He paused to hold my thighs from below before spreading it wider. "How about your dick greet them instead?" 

Imagine my shock when he suddenly pressed my waist against the hole in the balcony's fence. It was perfectly fit for my cock to thrust into. 

And so I shuddered non-stop as he controlled my body to thrust into the hole. It was fast. So fast that I almost forgot there were people downstairs. So fast that I already came after 10 thrusts. Yes, I counted. I was tasked with counting my sexual endurance as a mate, after all. 

However, after I came into the hole, my cum dripped down the fence. It dripped slowly until a drop of cum unknowingly entered a cup of someone's wine. That person was oblivious to the fact that the wine he was drinking actually had my cum in it. 

It was so lewd that my cock turned hard again. 

I heard Noire's laugh behind me. "Hmm, you're so cute. As expected, the cum was thicker than usual as well. I'll have a taste of it later. For now, let's go inside and have you photographed while you're still erect." 

I nodded my head obediently at his words. 

I was taught by my trainer before that vampires had this bad habit of taking photos of their mates in their aroused states. And so, I took a special class to practice for it. Like shooting a commercial or modeling. 

We went back inside and entered a different room this time. It was a room with no windows and no other furniture. The only thing that was right there was the cushioned chair, the camera, and the dazzling light bulb on the ceiling. 

"Give me your best shot, Lumiere," Noire said to me before planting a soft kiss on my forehead. 

I hummed in response. 

I walked towards the cushioned chair before gently placing my butt on the soft cushion. It was so comfortable that I just wanted to sit properly like that. However, years of practice bore fruit. 

I slowly raised both of my legs and placed them on the chair's arm rest. This position resulted in me spreading my legs wider than I had ever spread them before, even when I was still practicing this. 

My smooth and slender legs were stretched wide to the point that some of my leg muscles flexed at the motion. My pinkish hole was winking at the vampire, who was shamelessly gawking at me. My dick was also proudly standing up straight for the camera, like a good boy. 

My long, dark hair covered my fair shoulders. The sharp contrast of my hair color and my skin color served as another factor in making me look messier; the urge to destroy me was probably quite strong in the vampire's eyes. 

I could feel my exposed butthole twitch in excitement as I placed my fingers on my nipples. And then for the finale, I lewdly stuck my tongue out. 

Click. 

"So pretty for me, Lumiere," Noire praised with a proud smile. "Come here and serve your master."

"Yes."