Primo Red

Primo opened his eyes. He was less disappointed that he still resided in the alternate world. He desired to be with his angel of course, but the improvements to his predicament were making it more palatable to be here. He was well fed, and well fucked. The only thing that really bothered him was that he still had to sleep during the day while the animal vamps did not.



Looking to his side, he confirmed that the eight vampires compromising his personal cohort were at their stations guarding him during his death sleep. These were among the first to graduate his training and be made full members of the 1st Red Dragon Legion.



He rolled off of the red satin sheets on his new king-sized bed and stretched, still naked from the previous night's entertainment. The Supervisor's office in the underground Aldgate East subway complex served as his private chambers. It was small and not within the grandeur he had become accustomed to but it would suffice while he built the legion and learned all that he could of witches and magic. The network of tunnels and maintenance rooms provided secluded cover for his army and with the help of a few mind-touched humans it was easy to secure and stay hidden from the increased slayer presence.



They had arrived in the city in force and searched throughout Whitechapel for him. He soon learned that the vampires of this world were sheep to the slayer's slaughter and once he corrected some of their habits, the slayers had a much more difficult time locating them. Eventually with no luck in their search and no trail of bodies to follow, the slayers had withdrawn.



Primo was no shirker of battle. He would gladly engage them when the time was right. But it would be on his terms and for his purposes. Presently, the overriding purpose of his life was to find enough magic to send him back to his Queen, or maybe even better, bring her here. He smiled, thinking of how she would take over this world, thousands of slayers or not.



"Send for Petra and my proctor," he commanded to the legionnaire guarding the doorway to the main service tunnel. The vampire slapped his chest in salute and hurried out. As he waited, he tidied the room and made the bed. Even the long dead 1st prime that had made him a soldier would be pleased with the impact that the training still had on his every day life.



"Good evenin', General," Shelly announced as he and the bountiful young Russian blond entered the room. Shelly looked much more fitting to the position he held. Gone were the circus clothes and loud suits. The fine tailored Italian suit and well polished shoes added a much needed degree of authority to the little vampire.



Petra shimmied out of her jogging shorts and pulled her pink top off and climbed on his bed. Primo grimaced for a moment as all of his exacting work to make the covers lay just right was destroyed, but he couldn't feel anything but hunger when he looked at the girl. Barely out of puberty, the girl had lush innocent curves and soft pink nipples surrounded by large areolas. He ran his fingers through her soft blond bush as he studied her body.



Shelly had captured her when Primo ordered him to find new entertainment. It had taken awhile to teach the animal vampires that everyone didn't need to be terrorized. Some like Petra would serve for the feeling of safety and family that he could offer. He was proud that he had never needed to roll the willing woman's mind. Gone now were the cages and the rampant murder of the cattle. He had been forced to cup-feed his vampires until the urge to kill their meals was trained out of them.



He climbed onto the bed and wrapped himself around Petra. The girl sighed as he grabbed a breast with one hand while stroking her slit with the other. The full globes of her ass rested against his soft manhood and he couldn't wait for the blood to fill it any longer. "What news?" he asked Shelly as he stuck his fangs into the Russian. She whimpered as he pulled the blood from her neck and caressed her body with his enormous hands. Her spicy blood fueled him and in short order, he could feel his length start to harden.



Shelly had to blink to break the fascination he always seemed to get when he watched a feeding. "No sightings of Willow or any of the slayers. But the newspaper listing has been responded to."



Primo licked the bite mark to help heal it and signaled Shelly to continue as he eagerly fed other hungers with Petra. He gently pushed the girl forward to her hands and knees as he slid the head of his large cock along the small opening of her maidenhead. She whimpered, knowing the pain that was to come. He fit just the head of himself into her snug hole and then used one hand to spread her lips apart before ramming himself balls-deep inside of her. Her pain filled scream inspired him and he fucked her like a machine. The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the small room.



"Truly brilliant, General," Shelly said as he sat at the desk and watched the show. "Wording the ad so tha' witches would recognize it has worked. Three women rang us back to inquire of the employment. How shall I handle it?" Primo pulled out of Petra and flipped her over to her back. He ran his hands along the soft skin of her thighs as he spread them and positioned himself to refill the tight passageway. She cried out in Russian as he sunk his rigidness all of the way into her and squeezed her breasts as he mounted himself over her and continued to fuck.



Nibbling on the moaning girl's shoulder, Primo answered, "Set up a meeting with all of them. Make it someplace they'll feel safe. Like a park right outside of a police station or some such thing. I will meet them by myself and find out all they know, but have a cohort there for transport if any prove to be useful for the legion."



"Excellent, General. Will there be anything else?" Shelly asked as he stared at the long pale stretches of teenage Russian tundra.



"Since my sleep, any change with our human guests?" Primo asked, his voice growing deeper with his quickening pace. Petra's cries kept getting louder, the faster he drove himself within her.



"Not a bit. All right as rain. The little lambs fed without an incident." Shelly took a reflexive step back from the loud culmination of festivities in front of him. Primo roared like a lion as he unloaded himself inside the teenage girl.



He kissed Petra's forehead and looked at his proctor. "Good work. Success depends on existing within an opposing culture until you have the might to override with your own structure. It's the Roman way." He helped the girl clean up and smacked her on the rear as she left to her own quarters. "Convince one or two of our herd to feed you of their own free will and that will be your reward." He signaled the vampire to leave and cleaned himself up. He tried to ignore the pool of fluid on his rumpled bedspread, but couldn't and took the time to strip it down and replace everything.



Primo sat at his desk and worked on the design for the 1st Red Dragon legion's standard. So far he had a long fanged dragon's head with intertwined naked bodies wreathed under it and a large Roman numeral "I" above all.



He hadn't figured out how to get these little vampire-animal bodies to not refuse the tattoo ink yet. Both needlework and branding with hot iron seemed to be healed as soon as the vamps fed.

"Maybe I actually will hire those witches to work for me," he mumbled to himself as he finished the design. Soon he would have the new legion tattoo and then his whole army would follow. "Great for unit pride and overall morale," he said with a smile as he again thought of the redheaded witch underneath him.



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"No, there is nothing new of interest in the perilous and dark world of magic, fair lady," Andrew responded through the video screen. "Though I did meet three warlocks at the convention who were marketing magically enhanced ketchup."



"Why would anyone..," Willow shook her head, "nevermind. We haven't found any other clue here and I'm starting to wonder if I imagined the whole thing."



"Well, if some giant version of Aragorn went all Return of the King on the vampyres, the news will eventually come out. I'll keep at it, Witchmaiden. Bye bye." The transmission ended.



"Look at this, Willow," the heavily freckled Cameron Hannity said as the petite Irish slayer came into the room. She laid a copy of the Daily Mirror on the desk and pointed to the classified ads.



"This is part of a cantrip that I use all the time. How did you find this?" Willow asked as she studied the ad.



"I was looking for anyone selling an I-pod on the cheap and I thought that one looked a bit off," Cameron answered as she brushed her straight black hair in a large mirror on the wall.



Willow used her computer to check out the phone number in the ad and soon found it registered to a barrister's office in Portsmouth. She had just talked to a friend from the local coven who told her about several witches dropping out to go work for some mystery man.



What would barrister Andy Parsons need witches for? she wondered. "It probably doesn't have anything to do with my deal, but I'm going to check on it anyway," she said as she reached for the phone.



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Andy tried not to listen to the sound of his secretary, who was also his daughter, moaning in the outer office as his telephone rang. Bad enough that he had seen the girl all starkers a bit ago, now he had to hear it as well. His new master had his pride and joy spread out over her desk.



"Andy Parsons: Barrister, Solicitor, and Arbitrator, how might I serve you?" he answered and hoped that Primo sated himself soon.



"Umm...yes, I seen the ad and wondered a bit...Mate."



American with a fake accent, Andy thought as he shook his head and made a mental note to move Gladys's desk away from the wall so he wouldn't have to listen to the banging next time.

"Yes...I mean, ya, I gonna take you name and my client'll phone ya back. Got it? Hoser, eh?" Was that Canadian or New York? Andy thought to himself as he wrote down the hesitant reply. "Uneducated heathens, the both of them," he said out loud as he hung the phone up.



Why am I even doing this? he thought. This isn't proper barrister work, this... He looked up and met Primo's eyes as he walked into the office. "How was she? If it wasn't acceptable, I could ring my wife, she's older but she can suck..."



"It is fine, Mr. Parsons. Gladys is a wonderful creature and you will give her a hefty raise," Primo said with a smile as he stretched out on the fine leather sofa. The secretary really did have a tight rear end, or used to until a little while ago.



"I will give her a hefty raise. Yes, the girl is a workhorse." He clicked the intercom on and spoke into it, "Gladys, set yourself to triple pay rate, won't you dear?"



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"What in the heck was that?" Willow said as she placed the phone back into the cradle. She shook her head and got up to tell Giles that she was expecting a call back on this number.