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Thirst

By: adrianhunter



Corporal Job frowned as he watched the update on the vidscreen mounted to the wall of the general's private quarters. The news from the Kuiper asteroid belt wasn't good, as usual. The Drinkers had developed a new weapons array, as usual. Many lives had been lost in the initial assault near Neptune, as usual. But scientists were busy at work on new defense strategies, as usual. While victory was not yet assured, the inhabitants of Earth would most assuredly live to fight another day. As usual.

The girl continued to thrash on the floor on the other side of the general's desk, but the extra straps seemed to be sufficient for the time being.

"Any minute now," he said to her sheet-wrapped body. It wasn't normal for the general to run late. Precision and punctuality were core chains in every officer's genetic code, including his own. As well as less obvious DNA strands

Job granted his mind the rare privilege of wandering, and wondered if he would live long enough to be promoted to a command assignment. He could get used to this level of personal accommodations. Not to mention the fringe benefits, he noted as the girl screamed uselessly into her gag.

Not much had changed in his lifetime. Almost a century had passed since the arrival of the Drinkers. Make that "inescapable presence became known," he corrected himself, since they had been lurking around Earth for thousands of years. But most people had been blissfully ignorant until that fateful day in 2005 when the old governments confessed everything. The pyramids. Stonehenge. Crop circles. Roswell. UFOs. All true.

The feds had long known that something was out there, and that something was very interested in this particular planet. But it wasn't until their gigantic tanker parked itself over the Atlantic Ocean and started sucking that they finally understood.

He clicked the screen to "receive," then stood up and stretched. Coated in white linen from head to feet, the girl looked uncannily like the old-fashioned missile that had taken down the first tanker. It had been a day more infamous than every political assassination and terrorist attack combined; the suddenly-united militaries of the world tried to communicate with the extraterrestrial visitors, but received no response except more thick cylinders snaking down from the hull of their tanker into the sea. Finally, a pilot from what used to be called China got anxious and fired a Vympel air-to-air at the huge spaceship, which promptly exploded into a billion shards of whatever had been holding it together.

Unlike the leather belts cinched tight up and down the length of her body. Why upgrade things that worked just fine? Especially when there was so much that desperately needed to be invented. Like an antidote to the global warming the Drinkers had unleashed in the 1970s. Scientists reasoned that ice was just too difficult to load.

Bored, Job picked up the girl's scancard again and stuck it into the viewslot on the general's desk. Nineteen years old; bred once; breasts too small to be a successful Milker; reassigned to the front lines as an anal Comforter; caught trying to escape the transport before it departed for Mars, which resulted in an immediate "non-essential" designation...in other words, your basic organ cow.

"Lucky you," Job deadpanned to the squirming tube of cloth-entombed flesh on the floor. "You got yourself a sugar daddy who thinks your kidneys are more useful inside you."

Officers like him and the general literally had the weight of the world on their shoulders. And they couldn't help their genetic code. In fact, biologists had drawn a direct link between military leadership and the overwhelming need to dominate sexual partners. What they used to revile as "deviant" was now a much-desired character trait. DNA research also helped identify people who were predisposed to submit to such acts, so everyone who chose that particular file in the folder went back to work smiling.

"Corporal Job, please acknowledge and reply," the wall speaker bleated as the vidscreen flashed back to life.

"Corporal Job, present," he spoke crisply to the image of a colonel he couldn't place. Must have just rotated onto the general's staff. Poor bastard was probably orchestrating recon missions around Europa, although they surmised that the Drinkers had drained whatever water had been on that particular moon of Jupiter centuries ago.

"The general wishes me to convey his regret that circumstances beyond our control will prohibit a timely arrival at his personal quarters. He also asked me to inquire of the condition of his package."

"Still wrapped, colonel," Job responded.

"Very good, Corporal Job. The general requests that you attend to any physical requirements of the contents while awaiting his arrival at 2200 hours."

Job sneaked a glance at the clock on the wall that read 1138.

"Ten-four, colonel."

"Carry on, Corporal Job. Out."

Ten fucking hours. Oh well, Job figured it could be much worse. The general lacked for nothing in terms of creature comforts. Then again, nobody really did. Nobody male, anyway.

He shuddered as he imagined what happened in the breeding centers. It had been decades since women had been given complete control of the process. Sperm was carefully harvested from superior donors, but that was as close as men got. As children, they were indoctrinated with the same fairy tales about pride and duty and necessity in the face of global adversity. Everyone has a special talent. Girls make babies. Boys died, unless they were predisposed to order men to their inevitable deaths. The prime directive, like they used to say in that old television show, the one where the aliens at least had faces.

Job had always heard the rumors about the general's collection of antique implements, the ones that got him banned from even the most lenient pleasure stations. But someone somewhere had decided that refusing his urges could lead to clouded judgment under pressure. So they set him up with a private Comforter. Even though exclusive personal relationships were rarer than an uncorked bottle of pre-synthesis wine.

He started opening cabinets at random. Some casual clothes. A collection of books on paper. Several antique riding crops, the kind military commanders used to carry even in the 20th century when horses had already begun their slow descent into extinction. Job had been taught that natural leaders had always carried the gene, even when it hadn't been socially acceptable. Not like today, where sexual cruelty was a one-way ticket to what passed for royalty in their supposedly-classless society.

Must be getting warm, Job thought when he found a neatly-organized bin of old-fashioned padlocks in the next drawer. He picked one up and admired its mechanical simplicity. Self-sealing metal was certainly more trustworthy, but there was something to be said for the old ways.

"Oh, be still," he barked at his captive, who had begun banging her heels against the floor. "Believe it or not, you've already been rescued."

Most of the women who weren't selected for breeding always seemed lost, especially once their tour of duty in the pleasure station ended. They counted the days until they were old enough to become Nurturers and finally got to raise the babies they were denied. Brainwashing was more like it. But without a family to provide context, children had to have something to believe in besides a world without deadly parasites lurking behind every cloud.

This ingrate doesn't realize the importance of her new role. Job was tempted to unwrap her head and give her a lecture about putting one's personal needs aside for the greater good, but she's probably heard it every day since she can remember. Some people just didn't get it. Even though organs were always in short supply.

One cabinet to go. Did the general keep his equipment on his transport? Job couldn't imagine such a luxury. Not when every kilo in space was monitored with ruthless efficiency. Somehow, Job couldn't imagine being able to justify a duffel filled with heavy nipple clamps like the ones he had seen next to the padlocks.

Then again, the general always seemed to get what he wanted. No, make that needed. Nobody is allowed to want anything except peace. And a decent orgasm.

The latter fueled the former. Pointless to deny the obvious. Guilt-free sex was about the only good thing that had happened during the entire fucking century.

Job smiled as the panels of the cabinet slid down to reveal a president's ransom in museum-quality leather products. Cuffs for every limb, cunning binders, an extensive collection of gags, some kind of harness that looked like it was designed for a small pony, even several corsets bristling with laces, buckles, zippers and hasps. Most men made do with the fake restraints and plastic devices provided by the pleasure stations. It was highly unusual to find someone who went to the trouble to do it right like this.

And today, he was going to have the unique opportunity to find out if such obsessions justified the effort.

Job recognized the suspension cuffs from old screengrabs of women hanging from their ankles. Just the thing to stop the girl from making such a racket with her feet. And he wasn't the least bit surprised to see a maze of solid metal tubing criss-crossing the general's ceiling.

Precision. A dedication to doing things properly. The officer's creed.

The woman kept thrashing while he unwrapped the cloth up to her knees, then joined her ankles in the cuffs with two of the general's padlocks. While he would have preferred a stout length of chain, a reinforced packing strap was probably safer as a means of support. Especially given the lift load.

Job hoisted her into the air and hooked the end of the metal-laced band to another iron bar that ran across the length of the office wall. He thought it funny that he hadn't noticed the usefulness of the general's décor. Visitors probably presumed he had trouble walking because of a combat injury. One of the lucky wounded who was allowed to continue living.

After a few minutes, her struggles subsided to a pathetic shrug. Job took his time uncoiling the rest of the sheet from around her body, confident that the security aids around her wrists and mouth were more than sufficient to keep her pacified.

He couldn't figure out why the general specifically requested her after a single session at the pleasure station. Her muscles taut from the suspension, she was suitably slim, yet childbirth had widened her hips and enlarged her breasts appreciably. Her flaming eyes telegraphed both fear and disdain...a most worthy challenge for the man charged with channeling those exact emotions into a winning strategy against a celestial cunning that valued water above any other substance in the universe.

No one was sure what the Drinkers looked like, or if their ships were even manned. Some speculated they were piloted by remote control from billions of light years away. Others thought they were a race of machines that needed water to create biological life forms to inhabit. Or maybe it was one of the old gods fulfilling an ancient prophecy. But nobody really believed in mythical deities anymore. Not when the real thing took out the entire population of Australia in 2047 to use the island as a landing platform for their tankers.

Puzzled about her anal designation at the pleasure station, Job probed for clues. Her ass was certainly perfect, but it seemed like such a waste to specialize her for such a rank desire. Anal was usually the last stop on a woman's tour of duty, given how quickly the sphincter muscles stretched following repeated encounters. After a few minutes of exploration with his fingers, it was obvious her rectum still had the tensile consistency of an automated vacuum seal.

Since her DNA didn't indicate submission as a defining trait, there must have been another reason she attracted the general's attention. Something off the grid. Something worth discovering.

Definitely not her mouth, he decided after he replaced the self-modifying synthetic between her teeth with one of the general's old-fashioned leather helmets that boasted extra straps he could buckle tight around her lips, cheeks and chin. He doubted whether she should ever be allowed to speak again, given the stream of curses she spat at him. Officers don't take well to insubordination. Unless it makes the game more entertaining.

Maybe her odd classification had something to do with her nipples. After a thorough squeezing, Job attached a pair of the general's more interesting clamps and tightened them until her knobs bulged like eyeballs on a low-gravity moon. Very nice, he noted to himself. But again, unexceptional.

Nine hours to go. While the vidscreen droned on about the importance of scanning the skies vigilantly for unusual light formations, Job lowered the girl back to the floor, then hoisted her up on the general's desk, where he added a pair of leather cuffs to her wrists.

The way she arched her back and squirmed on the smooth Corian surface made him rethink a spread-eagle position, so he dug out a special leather belt designed to cinch the waist of the wearer while providing a wealth of rings for attaching body parts with padlocks. After a few experiments, he settled on a pair of leather mittens that extended all the way to her shoulders as a replacement for the wrist cuffs. By crossing them over her torso, then connecting her wrists to the center of the belt and her fingertips to their opposite elbows, he significantly reduced her mobility. Thigh cuffs and more packing straps completed her new bondage, with her head pinned over the edge so she was forced to blindly stare at the ceiling with her legs spread painfully wide for his languid inspection.

His fingers traced the outline of her curves with a single fingernail, creating waves of goosebumps on her naked flesh. How he hated the damned timers at the pleasure stations. Mustn't be greedy, they were always told. No matter how much emotional sustenance his soul screamed for, from his first memories in the nurturing dorms to his empty bed this very morning, it was never enough.

He directed his attention to the mound of pink flesh bisecting the tops of her long legs. Body hair was a distant memory for practically everyone, except those who had a fetish for such things. Nobody would dream of denying a working man his one pleasure in life, even if it meant hormone injections for some unlucky Comforter.

Job stroked the woman's labia gently. Such a large clitoris. Rare to see one become so engorged so soon. And she's so moist, she's literally dripping.

He maneuvered a finger between her legs and brushed it gently against the swollen lump.

A stimray on its highest setting couldn't have been more effective.

He had never seen anything like it. Her vagina contracted so hard, it sucked in a huge gulp of air, then expelled it violently.

Even the most extreme sybarites didn't react to stimulation like this.

Grinning, Job stood up straight and reached over to unclamp one of her nipples, which resulted in another intense reaction below. Even more forceful, if such a thing was possible.

Apparently, it was, as the removal of the second pincer more than adequately demonstrated.

The travails of a planet under perpetual siege suddenly seemed very distant to Job as he began to search for suitable tools.

First, he added as many of the general's leather restraints as he could find, including cuffs above and below her knees, a stiff collar for her neck, a belt across the top of her chest, and more straps to hold her body flush against the mottled marbled surface of the desk.

Things are going to get a little wild, he realized as he stuffed a towel under her ass and smoothed it flat between her outstretched thighs.

The smooth leather grip of the riding crop felt almost delicate in his hand. Job could see how some men looked at these implements with the same reverence knights once accorded their swords. It made him regret not taking up fencing as a suitable diversion to while away long hours in space.

He had never been one for spanking his pleasure-station partners, although many Comforters specifically requested such treatment in their dossiers. However, he had been well-trained in the basics of a proper whipping as part of his officer's training. Start slowly on less-sensitive body parts, like breasts and thighs, he recalled. But the slightest tap anywhere sent the girl into more convulsions.

She's a veritable orgasm machine, Job marveled as he glanced the lash softly against her clitoris. Imagine a pussy like that wrapped around a man's...no, make that your dick, Corporal.

Too bad the engineers couldn't figure out how to harness power like that for the next generation of drone fighters. Even though miraculous breakthroughs had been achieved in space travel over the past 50 years, the combined might of every former corporation on Earth couldn't develop a propulsion system anywhere near what was required to get a vessel out of the solar system to chase the Drinkers back to their home planet, wherever that was.

Let's see what happens when we get rough, he thought as he cocked his wrist and let one fly directly against her pussy.

Hmm, that was worth repeating. Several times.

Job always enjoyed exploring a girl's G-spot. Not every woman had one that worked as well as the clitoris as an orgasm generator. But he had a hunch this one was going to be the exception that proved the rule.

Right again.

A fountain of involuntary urine arced onto the towel as he slipped three fingers out from between her sodden folds. It took several minutes before the shuddering paroxysms showed any signs of dissipating.

Can't beat flesh on flesh, Job remembered being taught as he resumed stroking her edges of her vagina absentmindedly. Best to let her calm down a little before trying something new, like maybe using the nipple clamps to pull apart her labia.

Women like this must be considered a menace to the status quo, Job rationalized. If a common soldier experienced someone like this, he'd never be satisfied with anything less. Which explained both her anal designation and the general's untoward interest in keeping her away from the butchers in the transplantation.

"How long have you known about this?" he asked her rhetorically, given her inability to speak, if even hear. He reckoned her sexual circuitry went supernova after giving birth, maybe when they hooked her up to a milking machine. He couldn't imagine the effects of extraction mechanics on a girl's nipples, especially ones as sensitive as hers.

Nap time, he decided as she lay panting and limp on the general's desk. Besides, he still had a good seven hours to wait. Plenty of time to search the apartment for more toys.

While pulling back piece of furniture in hopes of finding something, perhaps a hidden door leading to a secret cupboard, Job remembered reading a history book about the old continent of Africa and how some indigent tribes would perform something called "kakia," a ritual that included the painful removal of a woman's clitoris.

As if things had improved a century later, he sighed. Well, it wasn't the planet's fault that it circled the sun in a perfect orbit between the gaseous humidity of Venus and the arid plains of Mars, resulting in a surface mostly covered with what was apparently the most precious resource in the galaxy.

An unfamiliar clamor suddenly started emanating from the general's office, something digital and urgent, then a harsh light began blinking madly near the entryway. Job raced back into the room to check on his captive as metal shutters clanged down noisily across the exits and windows. He switched on the vidscreen, but it was uncharacteristically blank across all channels. Switching to the raw Internet, he typed in his level-3 password and accessed the military IP node, which was filled with frenetic commands to the orbiting defense stations. Apparently, a convoy of Drinker tankers accompanied by battleships was en route to Earth for yet another attempt to drain an ocean or two. They were nothing if not persistent.


Thirst



Oh, baby, I missed you so much. It seems like ages since the last time I saw you. I know it has only been a week, but you know I can’t stand being without you.  I’m so glad you’re back. I told you I would be waiting in our secret garden. And here I am, in our own private paradise, where nobody can see us, where nobody can hear us. I know you’ll be here any minute, so I’m getting ready for you. I’m completely naked, wearing nothing but my sunglasses...

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Thirst!



The vein on her neck pulsating with fresh blood caught my attention first. The white alabaster of her skin a sharp contrast to the blue vein that seemed to invite me in. Invite me in for the kill. Not knowing what might happen next and not seeing the danger that lay ahead. I wondered what her skin would feel like underneath my cold fingers. Exploring, searching and warmed by the warm blood that ran underneath the skin of her frail neck. Just when the thought of killing her entered my mind, she turned around and smiled at me. A beautiful smile, with not the slightest sign of fear in her eyes. 

I lowered my stare to my feet. Her lush, red lips had diverted my attention away from that beautiful blue vein pulsating with fresh blood. And I was afraid that she might see the hunger for her blood in my eyes. After a few seconds I peeked up through my eyelashes, she was still there, but no longer alone. A man had sat down next to her and they were engorged in what seemed to be an animated conversation. I could barely contain my disappointment as I blended back into the shadows of a pillar beside me, waiting and lingering.

Never before had I been so intrigued by a particular person before. Normally I didn’t care where I got the blood to quench my thirst. From my hiding place, I kept my eyes straight on her, waiting for her to finish talking to the man. Waiting for her to leave so I could follow her almost felt like an eternity. I observed her every move, how her short black hair touched the base of her neck whenever she laughed. Her red lips slightly parted when she listened to the man that held on to her interest. A little voice inside my head told me to walk over. Get him out of the way first and then move in on her. Another part of me just couldn’t bring myself to do this.

The wait for her to leave him was long and I wondered what the hell was wrong with me, lurking in the shadows for a mere mortal woman? Still her neck kept beckoning me in, my incisor teeth rising to the pulsating blood in her veins, almost erotic. How would she feel under my hands? How would I be able to seduce her to come with me? I wanted to turn her - not kill her. I wanted to keep her with me, but she was obviously more interested in men. I cast my eyes down to the ground, ready to walk away until I heard a voice beside me say; "I noticed you watching me." Her warm breath caressed my cold skin when I turned around, there she was. Her short black hair, almost the color of a raven's pack of feathers, spiky around her face as she leaned in to me. I couldn't believe my luck, and I could almost smell the blood coursing through her veins, such a sweet scent. 

Her lips gently caressed my cheek when she continued to speak to me, and her hand found its way to my hip and rested on it. I was starting to feel light-headed at the smell of her blood, but there seemed to be more. I looked into her eyes and was pulled in by their beauty; she was so attractive and so innocent in a way. And then, before I knew it, her lips were on mine in a passionate kiss and I could feel my body respond to hers. Her hands ran over my back as her lips pressed on mine, and the sweet scent of her blood driving me wild.

My cold hands started exploring her body underneath her shirt; a groan emerged from my throat as I felt her warm and bare breast under my fingers. She pressed her body against mine, our nipples touched under the light fabric of our shirts and she moaned softly under my touch. 

Her lips traveled across my face, hovering over my cheek when she murmured, “I wanted you from the minute I saw you.” 

Holding my breath, I nuzzled her neck; the fragrance of her perfume mixed with her body’s scent made my head spin. 

“Let’s get out of here,” I mumbled under my breath, pulling her closer to me. As I waited for her response, I let my hands run over her back, the goose bumps emerging where my fingers touched her. 

Her voice husky and hoarse when she responded, “Your place or mine?” She looked up at me and winked when she said the words out loud; a warm feeling surged through my body settling down in my loins. A feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time, and more, a feeling usually reserved for men. Yet this woman was driving me insane, I wanted her, in more ways than one. 

“Mine,” I said more confident than I felt because she might run at the sight of my residence, yet I couldn’t risk being trapped in her place when the sun came out. I turned her around, her back against my chest and tentatively licked her ear as my hands ran across her stomach. “You are so exciting,” I added, kissing her neck and biting it softly without piercing the skin. It took all my strength not to bite her there and then, the vein so clear in sight and pulsating strongly. 

As we left the club I could see all eyes upon us, I was sure people were wondering how in the world I had managed to seduce the most beautiful woman in the room. It’s not that I’m horrible looking or anything, just a bit awkward maybe, my skin is white as marble, my hair is red as the flame of a fire and my eyes are as green as the grass of my homeland, Ireland. I’m very tall and gawky to a certain point, and to boot it off I’m over three hundred years old, although I was turned at the mortal age of eighteen. I was never given the time to blossom in a similar way my sisters did after their twentieth birthdays because I remained eighteen for eternity. My sisters the swans - I the ugly duckling and the only one who is still walking the earth in this day and age. 

Deep in thought, I opened the door to my house and held the door open to her, yet she wouldn’t go in before me, her red, seductive lips slightly parted as she leaned in to kiss me. 

After what seemed like an eternity of lingering kisses, she whispered, “I’m Angelica, what’s your name?”

“Eanna,” I gasped in between kisses, pulling her beguiling body against mine and walked back over the threshold still holding her in my embrace. The room was dark, the thick velvet curtains drawn, and not the slightest light from the street came into my house for the most obvious reasons. Although it was difficult, I tore myself away from this enticingly beautiful woman to light a few candles on the table. 

Angelica’s face had an ecstatic look when she glanced around the room, softly gasping for air when she noticed the coffin in the far corner of the room. My eyes followed her when she walked over to it and placed her hand on the lid. 

“Who did you hide in here?” she asked with a tempting smile surrounding her lips. 

At a loss for words, I stared at her, and licked my lips as I shook my head. “No one. To be honest with you, it’s mine,” I said softly, prepared for her to leap out of the room in sheer terror. Smiling at me, she moved closer, in the light of the candles I could almost see through her shirt and I just wanted to rip it from her body. 

“So,” she whispered, “why do you have coffin in your room? Obsessed with death? Or are you a vampire?” 

Licking my lips, I cast my eyes down to the ground, and murmured, “The latter I’m afraid.” 

I peaked through my eyelashes and searched her face for a reaction but couldn’t make out the expression – it appeared to be a combination of lust and fright. “I don’t want to hurt you,” the words surfaced from my lips instantly as I stepped forward and took her face into my hands. “I do not want you to be afraid of me Angelica,” I said insisting, before I kissed her luscious lips, and then the realization struck me: I really did not want to harm her in any way for I loved the way she made me feel. 

My hands slid down her throat onto her breasts, cupping them in my hands for a second and then I ran them down her stomach, and up her body again underneath her shirt. 

“Take it off,” she mumbled in my ear, before I licked my way down her neck and bit softly along her collarbone. I pulled away from her and pushed the shirt over her head, exposing her naked torso to me. Her breasts were firm and round, the nipples rosy red and erect at the touch of my hands running over them. I gasped for air at the sight of them and after what seemed like hours I licked my way down her collarbone and kissed the curve of her bosom gently; the soft moans rising from her lips only excited me more and almost egging me on. Biting the arch of her breast tenderly, I moved my hands down to her hips, her skin warm underneath my freezing fingers. 

My lips captured her nipple and I started suckling it while my trembling fingers unbuckled her jeans and slid them down to the ground. Angelica groaned in response; I could smell her excitement and feel my own crackling through my veins. Running my hands up to the insides of her thighs until they touched the silk of her panties, moist with her desire for me. Me, I couldn’t believe it, yet I continued for I wanted to make her mine for eternity; I slipped my fingers past the damp piece of clothing and touched her wetness. Slowly inserting one finger in as she quivered under my touch and arched her back to fill my mouth with her breast. 

Her breath became shallow when I licked my way across her abdomen, placing my thumbs on either side of her panties when I slowly pulled them down, exposing her sex to me. Kneeling down in front of her, I teasingly licked her thighs until she grunted out my name and begged for me to continue. I buried my face between her legs and traced my tongue over her pussy, occasionally flicking her clit until she whimpered with pleasure. My hands got a hold of her buttocks, pulling her closer to my face burying my nails into the soft skin of her bottom. 

My own body responded to her every move, her every breath and her moans, I could feel the exhilaration rushing through her body as my tongue darted around in her pussy. The taste of her excited me more than I can say and as my breasts rubbed against her legs they eagerly responded to her skin. Driving her pelvic bone against my face, Angelica shuddered and pushed my tongue deeper into her, her hands on the back of my head almost smothering me with her warmth. Moaning into her loins, I rubbed my body against her legs and ran my lips and tongue over her pussy until she let out a scream of pure delight. 

As her legs became unstable, she sank to the floor in front of me, sighing, “That was wonderful Eanna.” Her breasts bounced against the fabric of my shirt as she leaned in to kiss me long and hard, while my hand slid between her legs again. I kissed her lips, her cheeks, and her jaw then slowly licked her neck and as I inserted two fingers into her wetness, I sank my teeth into her neck and she squealed with pleasure. 



Thirst



Slowly I look around, inhaling the scents of this city. My sharpened senses pick up the scents that no human could ever imagine. A sickened shiver runs down my spine as I taste the stench of hour old vomit and urine from drunken youths, as well as a million other things that I don't care to think about; their disgusting aromas combing to form an overwhelming cocktail that threatened to destroy me. 

Shaking off the sensation, I begin to walk along the disserted street and despite it being almost midnight; I can see as if it were still the middle of the day. 

Now, I'm going to tell you something that will turn your whole world view around. First, forget what you think you know, Vampires exist and chances are you have seen them but just didn't know it. It's understandable through, given that we are mostly just like you; except for our obvious dietary habits. 

Second, yes that's right, I'm a Vampire. My name is Richard. 

Don't worry; I'm not like the monsters that stalk the helpless young maidens then butcher and drain them dry. I'm not a psychopath or like anything you've seen on the big screen; but then everyone knows the movies are full of shit. In fact if all you've ever seen of my kind are the illusions crafted from hypocritical priests and entertainers like David S. Goyer and Bram Stoker; then you'll need to be filled in on a few things. 

Firstly there is no tried and true way to kill a vampire, we are already dead after all; but then there are worst things then death in this world. I know, we have all seen and read where the old guy with a cape kills the vampire with crosses, stakes and holly water. Well I'm afraid they don't do squat and I lost my religion centuries ago so there is little chance of me going to church and giving someone the chance to stake me in the heart. 

Second, that little misconception about our inability to walk in sunlight is as false as the Loch Ness Monster; in fact it was actually started by Vampires in the middle ages. Yes that's right; Vampires were the ones who started the myth, although it wasn't because they were board. At the time, the human race was begging to become highly aware of our existence and was making a tiresome effort to find and burn Vampires at the stake. So what better way to hunt your prey and avoid the hunters then by making them think you are only active half of the time?

Of course, most Vampires took to the darkness soon after, so It wasn't as brilliant as many had first thought. 

Some of the legends about us are true through, Vampires don't like garlic though it's not because we may be allergic to the stuff, it's just that it tastes awful and I won't even get started on the smell. Honestly, I don't understand how you mortals can stand it. 

Also we do have the ability to change our forms, although it is slightly limited. A vampire can only change into a creature of relative size, something with a bone structure similar to that of a vampire's when altered. So forget about bats, snakes and any other small horror icon but large breeds of dogs and wolves however are quite easily done. I'm afraid turning into another human requires a lot of practice and only the oldest of my kind can do it on a whim. The same goes for turning into mist. It took seven hundred years before I was able to master the technique but I must admit; it was well worth it. 

Vampires also posse a slight telepathic ability, not powerful enough to control the minds of both humans and animals like in the movies but we can read and alter them slightly. This gives a Vampire the the famous 'Vampire Charm' that is so often portrayed in the 70s Dracula films although it does take a bit of practice otherwise it looks as if you are staring; which is rather rude if you ask me.

Well, now that I've shattered your beliefs, maybe I should tell you about Vampire society. Yes, the blood sucking creatures that hunt you at night do have a form of culture and order. And there are actually three kinds of Vampire.

First, there are the so called Pure Bloods. These are Vampires who were born with the gene, it being passed down from their vampire parents and family members and they considered themselves the ruling class because of it. 

Second are the Vampires that the Pure Bloods like to call Bad Bloods. These are men and woman who were once human and then were turned. However, it is rare for them to survive as either they don't make it through the very temperamental process of turning or simply the vampire who bit them would kill them just after feeding.

And finally there are the bonded Vampires. These are Vampires who have bonded together, a sort of Vampire marriage if you will except this can't be broken as the vampires literally bind their souls together. That I'm afraid is all I can tell you about them, for over a thousand years I've walked this earth and in all that time I've never met a vampire who had taken a mate and bonded. This isn't because it's old fashioned or unfashionable you understand; but simply because the vampire race has forever tilted on the brink of extinction.

There are probably just over a few thousand Vampires walking the earth at any given time and that is forever changing with the human population, every major city in the world only has enough resources to support a handful of vampires. It's not just the nature of our food that is a problem, most vampires have a slight tendency to attack first and converse later in regards to their own kind. But like I said earlier, vampires don't die easy so what's the outcome? After a challenge, the winner would seal the loser away in a prison that they could never escape from. And there, cut off from any precious sources of blood; the vampire would be driven insane within weeks. 

In case you're wondering, I'm a bad blood and was once human, but that was a long time ago. 

I have often wondered how I got here, walking disserted streets in the dead of night. Up until the age of twenty I had been a Victorian orphan who dreamed of becoming a doctor. Life had been anything but fair to me back then; my family had died from a plague when I was just a young boy. I can still remember that morning, even after all these centuries I can still picture it as if it had happened yesterday. 

The night sky was being ravaged by a vicious storm; lightning bolts stabbed the darkness with unimaginable fury while thunder bellowed like the deepest drum. The noise had awoken me and fearing the monsters that lived in the darkness, I had run to my parent's bed. By morning, the storm had passed and I found myself up at the crack of dawn, ready to begin the work in the fields. Neither mother nor father awoke however and I sat on their bed, shaking my father's unmoving body and pleading with him to wake up; never understanding why he didn't. He had always answered, always ruffled my hair as he said morning before we would go to fields; he never ignored me. But that morning, all he did was lie there as I shook him.

It was over a week before help came, the Village people had all been killed by a mysterious plague and I was the only survivor. With no other close kin in the county to take me in, I'd been taken straight to the workhouse orphanage. In the hustle and bustle of Victorian London; no one cared about the orphaned son of a farmer and his wife; I was alone.

For years I watched as wannabe parents looked beyond me to rich brats, the children of wealthy old families who had nice little inheritances waiting; while I was made to work night and day. It was torture and I realised if I wanted to escape this life, I would have to do it on my own. 

It wasn't by running, many children ran from the workhouse and they were always brought back, some alive, others not so fortunate. No, it was by doing something which my parents had always dreamed of; learning.

I was fortunate my mother had taught me to read and write and by saving the few coins the workhouse paid, I bought books and spent my every spare moment studying. By the time I had entered my mid-teens, I had managed to secure a working scholar ship. And finally, at the age of twenty I graduated top of my class; I was a doctor and to celebrate my success, some of my friends took me out to a new tavern that had opened for a celebratory night of debauchery. That was where I meet her. With all the time I had spent trying to prove I was better than something that had been scrapped from the gutter; I had never had time for women so dealing with the fairer sex hadn't been my strong point. So try and imagine my surprise when this goddess with long locks of sun kissed hair and eyes as deep and blue as the Aegean Sea comes up to me.

For the next few hours, I doubted my eyes ever strayed from the milky skin of her face and I could honestly say I had never met a woman quite like her. 

Having been as drunk as a sailor on shore leave, I'm not sure how the night went on but I do remember her taking me to her private room and watching as she straddle me, plunged my member inside her and then riding me like I were a prized stallion. Her inner walls were so tight around my shaft it was like she was the gateway to heaven and I thought I might have come right then and there. Then at the peak of ecstasy, she bite me with fangs that were as long as daggers. The sting of penetration surprised me but then it turned into a rare breed of pleasure as she began to drink. As I exploded inside her, I remember falling unconscious, my body drained dry by her unquenchable thirst. I suppose she got just a little too careless, it's known to happen if a vampire hasn't fed regularly. 

I slept there for days, not waking until the third day's sun began to set, too find that the beautiful blond had gone. It was once customary for the sire of a vampire to stay by the side of their fledgling; committing themselves to teach them the skills and tricks of one born into darkness. But it seemed Juuhaci-gou wasn't the committing type and had left me to die. 

It has been over a millennia since that night and as the world changes, I remain the same; a never changing constant in the pages of history. I'd like to say that I kept my job as a doctor, but after you've worked with the same people for over 40 years, they tend to notice you haven't aged a day. And with medicine always altering, I had a hard time adapting to the new methods so I began looking for a more consistent form of employment. Teaching I had been perfect.

And that is the story of my life; I went to university and studied for a teaching degree before taking the first position I found, staying there for a few years before transferring to another. Now I move from one city to the next, careful not to remain in one place to long for fear of being discovered or over vampires being drawn to me. 

Now I know what you're thinking, a vampire as a teacher! I wonder how many of his students leave without fang marks in their necks. Well sorry to disappoint you but I'm a vampire with scruples. I never drink from my students, or at least not while I'm their teacher anyway. I'm around twelve hundred years old and there are only so many women in one place so I suppose I may have drunk from a few of them.

Yea that's how I feed, once every few days I go to a bar and pick up a willing woman. I fuck her, using her body for my own pleasure before I drink my fill, being careful not to drain her dry as I do. Please, don't think too badly of me, it was how I was brought into this world and it's the only way I know how to feed safely. 

I would like to say that I feed upon the homeless, people who won't be missed if something went wrong but I'm not much of a liar. I did try once and there are some vampires who say that is the only stock they'll touch, but they are liars. To a vampire, the homeless are off or spoiled food. Their blood is riddled with toxins and illnesses; if a vampire feeds off them for too long he'll get a nasty case of food poisoning. Believe me, I found out the hard way. 

It is actually food that that brought me to where I am now. I heard some of the girls in my class talking about some sort of party being held tonight. It may sound weird, depending upon students' gossip but you'd be amazed at what kids pick up these days. Not only are they a good source to find out about new places for me to dine, but they also inform me about the presence of any new vampires. 

Keeping in the shadows to avoid the gaze of noise house owners, I hurry through the back alley streets to the address the girls had mentioned. Unsure of what I would find behind all these so called abandoned warehouses, I walk cautiously; searching for signs of life till I come to a rundown building. But judging from the music booming within, this warehouse was open tonight.

Finding an entrance at the back of the building, I slowly walk through a set of basement doors and down a flight of stairs until I see a small shiver of light shining from beneath a door. Knocking once, I watch as a bald man slowly pulled it open. Not giving him the chance to tell me to get lost, I flashed him a look and whipped his mind before walking past. I could of course just rely on another Vampire trick but throwing him through a wall may have attracted to much unwanted attention. 

The booming music was deafening here and I struggled to hear anything definitive as I walked into a massive, roughly rectangular room. Looking up, I can see a second story catwalk which had been converted into a makeshift balcony with a set of stairs descending down and no railing to stop the clumps of pot smoking teens from jumping to their deaths. 

Amidst the gaggle of dancing patrons, I could see a mass of dusty warehouse boxes and old plywood lengths that had been fitted together to serve as a bar. Rusty tables and chairs were scattered around it, the type of stuff you might find in cheap yard sales and wonder if you would need tetanus shot before touching them. 

Looking around, I can see a few middle age players trying to mingle with the young community but they are few amongst the tide of young people. In an unfurnished expanse of space, groups of people were doing some sort of dance around a preforming DJ whose excuse for music sounded like something he must have recoded off an ill-tuned radio. Inhaling deeply, the stench of drugs, cheap booze and even cheaper perfume flooded my stomach and made me want to retch. Resisting the urge to throw up, I begin to hunt; filtering through the various scents until I find something quite unexpected.

Beneath the stench of burnt heroin and spilt alcohol there is something odd; something out of place. Intrigued, I start to weave in and out of the crowd, following the scent until it led to a table detached from the rest in a darkened corner. However when I saw the person sitting at it, I began to doubt even my own eyes; there was no way someone like this would be in a shithole like this. Deciding to double check I circled round the table, being careful to blend into the crowd as I did. 

Yes, the girl at the table defiantly had that scent but what the hell was she doing in a place like this? She was in her late teens, 18 or possibly 19 years old and had long cinnamon brown hair that loosely framed her face before falling to the small of her back. She was beautiful with features that appeared as soft of as a rabbits pelt and eyes that were as brilliant as saphires. But that wasn't what attracted me. Even under all the filth that polluted the air in this place, I could tell her sent. She was as pure as snow.

In my line of work, I'm always around members of the female gender but even after all these centuries I have rally ever come across one I would call pure. But with her there was not a trace of corruption; I doubt she has ever known the passion of a man's embrace. 

Well, this hunt just got interesting. I had never targeted someone who was truly innocent before and I hadn't planned on it tonight, this was going to require a little more subtlety.

Resisting the urge to go over to her, I walked to the bar and bought a vodka martini; being careful not to let anyone see as I reach into my coat and with draw a small canteen before pouring a little vampire sweetener into the drink. Scanning the crowd, I quickly found my target. With her wearing that dress she stuck out like a sore thumb in this place; but damn she sure did look good. 

The fabric hugged every curve of her body like a second skin, leaving her arms bare; it draped tightly around her hips but went lose down to her knees. It was sexy enough to ensure that any date she had wouldn't leave her side.

Taking a sip of my drink and savouring the slight coppery taste of the added blood before deciding it was time to act.

"Mind if I join you?" She jumps slightly as I speak, surprising her as I walk up to her table.

Looking round, her gaze slowly slides up me, taking in my measurements. When her eyes meet mine, I expected to see a scared look but instead I could see a curious gleam in her blue depths. 

"Um, I suppose so." her voice trembling slightly as she watched me before turning away quickly as I pull out a chair and sit down.

For moments we sat apart, an uneasy silence surrounding us despite the blaring background. In the dim light, I can see the rapid movement of her eyes as she searches for something. How interesting...

"What's your name?" I asked innocently before taking another sip of my drink, yet never taking my eyes off her for an instant. 

Turning back to me, she quickly answered "Kate, Kate Frost" before turning back to the crowd. Obviously, she was not in the mood for a conversation. I'll have to do something about that. 

"I'm Richard" I said, smiling pleasantly while holding out a hand for her to shake. She didn't reciprocate and I withdrew the invitation before asking in an almost offhand fashion "So who are you waiting for?" 

That did it. 

She suddenly turned to look at me, an accusing look in her eye as she asked in a surprised tone. "How do you know I'm waiting for someone?" 

Hiding the victorious smirk that threatened to spill across my lips, I replied "well with the way your eyes keep glancing around the room, I figured you had to be looking for someone." 

A relieved smile spread across her lips and she relaxed back into her seat. "You're very observant." 

"I have my talents." I say, smiling as she giggles lightly. I must be making an impression. "So, who are you waiting for?"

"Just a friend," Kate said before taking a sip of her drink as she leant back in her seat. "She has been badgering me all week to come to this party and barley ten minutes after we get through the door she disappears. Typical..." I know better than to respond, you don't need be a vampire to know when someone doesn't want either sympathy or pity. "So what about you then Mr Richard?" 

"Please, Just call me Richard, I can't stand being called Mr; it makes me sound old." Pausing for a second as she giggles before saying "And I'm a teacher, I heard a few students talking about this place so as I had nothing better to do; I decided to come by and se what all the fuss was about."

I'd like to say I could of developed this conversation a little more but before I even had the chance to start a more interesting conversation; The words 'Hey Kate, oh who's your friend,' interrupted us and we both look around at the same time to see the smiling face of a blond girl leaning on our table; her eyes are not so slyly giving me the once over.

"Oh um hi Alice," Kate said, looking away from us as an embarrassed blush stained her cheeks. 

"Kate, why have you not introduced me to your very handsome friennddd?" It wasn't just the slur that told me she was drunk, her breath stank of at least three different kinds of drink. 

Within five minutes, the blond had pulled up a seat between us and started talking rather hastily while curling a finger around my hair. Trying to ignore the girl's breath, I looked across to Kate who was trying hard not to show her embarrassment. Unfortunately there is only so much one person can take before it gets too much.




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"Well I'll... I'll be on my way home," grabbing her coat, she got up and quickly said "It was nice meeting you Mr Richard." Then before I could stop her, she was gone. 

...............................

Kate felt like crying as she all but ran out the warehouse, tears of embarrassment already burning her skin as they came into contact with the whipping night air. How could Alice do that to her? All week she had been trying to get her to come here so she could meet a guy and then when she meets one; the bitch had to spoil it. 

At the thought of Richard, Kate couldn't help but smile; he could have been quite a catch. There was just something very different about him, if only she could put her finger on what it was. And not to mention he was probably the hottest guy she had ever laid eyes on, that silk black shirt accentuated his rippling muscles while those tight jeans left nothing to the imagination...

'Oh Kami what am I thinking, don't tell me I'm falling for a guy I hardly even know?' Her heels clicked with each of her footfalls as she walked down the darkened streets. However before she even made it half way back to hers and Alice's flat, her ears pricked up suddenly as she heard the sound of heavy footsteps behind her--- several, much larger footfalls. Swallowing as her stomach began to do summersaults; she slowly turned around to find herself surrounded by a gang of men.

"Hey there babe, A hot little dish like you is pretty stupid to be walking around this part of the neighbourhood alone." One of them said a big thuggish brute with no neck or hair that she figured was the leader.

"By the way she's dressin', you just now known she's a ho Max." The one who spoke was at least a foot taller than his fellows and If she hadn't been paralysed by fear, Kate would have been insulted by the comment.

"But we don' pay for it bitch, ya hear me you fucking ho." The shortest of the group had quite a deep voice and his eyes narrowed as he began to lick his lips in anticipation. 

In a blink, Kate found herself pressed up against a wall with of the men's arms pressing against her neck while the others began hungrily pawing at her dress, becoming more animal than man as they tried to rip the fabric from her.

Gasping for breath, she tried to push against the arm before her arms were suddenly yanked behind her head and pinned to the wall. 

"Hold still, you little bitch." Max hissed, rapping a rough material around her wrists before pulling Kate's arms a little harder so that she could feel that he meant it. "The more you squirm, the worse it will be for you." 

The coarse fabric chafed her wrists but Kate continued to struggle but she could barely move before the bonds snapped tight. It was useless.

Suddenly a very deep growling filled the alleyway. 

Looking up, Kate could see a very large dog coming towards them. Even in the penetrating darkness, she could see the canine looking directly at her before turning its mammoth sized head towards the men. It was a very large cross breed, something between a German Shepard and a Husky, probably more wolf than dog. Dipping its muzzle, the dog growled a low warning that reverberated through the alley like a drum beat.

"What's that?" The shorter man asked, fear evident in his voice as he sized up the canine. 

"It's just a mutt" Max stated, looking over his shoulder and surveying the dog before turning back to Kate. "You're not saying you'd pass up the chance to fuck this fine piece of meat because of a fucking dog." 

Kate's eyes never left the dog's, there was something familiar about its black orbs that seemed so familiar.

Curling back its lips and snarling, the crossbreed gave them a last warning; this time even Max jumped. The shorter man gave up acting brave and turned round before legging it down the alley way; tripping and stumbling through the trash as he went. 

"All right, that thing is starting to piss me off," Muttered Max before turning to the remaining men behind him. "Del! Jake! Take care of it."

Both men looked at each other and nodded before turning to the dog and Kate could see a flash of silver as they pulled long knives from the depths of their coats. The girl had to look away; she couldn't watch the poor animal being butchered. 

She could hear the dog growling and the men's footsteps echoing before it all went silent. For seconds there was only the eerie silence, no howls or moans of agony from the dog as it was murdered, no grunts and grows from the men as they got off on killing the animal; just silence that cut her deeper than any knife.

Then there were two thuds as bodies hit the ground. Wait a minute, two?

Opening her eyes, Kate could only stair with wide eyed amazement as she saw both the men's bodies lying on the ground, a steadily filling pool of blood surrounding them. Instead of the dog, a man now stood in the alley; droplets of blood rolling down the blade of the knife in his hand as his pitiless eyes fixed Max with a murderous gaze that would make even the bravest quake in his boots. 

"What the fuck?" Max whispered, his voice trembling with terror as he moved away from Kate. With shaky fingers he reached behind him and pulled a very large gun from the waist of his low hanging trousers. Pointing it at Richard, the thug shouted "Die bastard!" before pulling the weapon's trigger. 

Kate watched in horror as bullets exploded into her savour's chest, blowing bloody chunks of flesh from his chest, yet he just stood there; his gaze never wavering. Smoke rose from the barrel as Max unloaded round after round, his eyes widening as one shell proved as ineffective as the last.

In the blink of an eye, Richard was standing over Max and the would be rapist gaped like a fish as he saw the bullet wounds in the vampire's chest healing; the lead dust of the bullets falling to the floor in great piles. Looking up, Max could see a blazing fury burning inside the onyx black irises and for the first time in his life; he was afraid.

Knocking the gun out of the smaller man's hand, Richard watched in amusement as the thug pulled out a knife and made no movement to stop him as Max plunged the blade into his chest. Red death bubbled past the dagger's hilt but he just grabbed Max by the jacket and hoisted the man up to his eye level, enjoying the fear that shined in his cold grey eyes as he stuttered "Wh..What are you?"

Leaning down, the vampire whispered "I'm complicated." before plunging his fangs into the man's neck and drinking from the screaming man. When his first was stated, he withdrew the blade from his chest and thrust its blood painted steel into the rapist's heart before letting the corpse fall to the ground. Dropping the stolen knife he's taken from one the other two thugs, , Richard wiped any lingering trace of his meal from his lips before turning back to Kate. 

A quick check revealed that she had gone into shock, her blank eyes staring up at him as he wrapped an arm around her waist before cutting her bonds. Free from the restraints, her limp body fell into his waiting arms and he placed her gently on the stone floor before checking her for injuries; however he was so immersed in his work that he never noticed the movement to his right. 

Glimpsing the flash of metal in the moon light, Richard spun around but he was too late to stop the shorter member of the group from slashing the blade of his knife across his neck. Stumbling back, he clasped a hand across the gaping wound, chilled vampire blood running between his fingers as he looked up and watched the coward drop his knife before starting to run back the way he came. 

Growling in fury, he lunged forward and grabbed the blade before throwing it into the man's back; his heightened vision allowing him to enjoy the sight of the spinning blade slicing through the man's back and into his lungs. The bastard wasn't dead but by the time the local police found his and his friends rotting corpses; scavengers will have eaten all that could have identified this as anything other than a drunken brawl that got out of hand. 

Ignoring the complaints from his wounds, Richard slowly scooped Kate back in his arms before both their bodies suddenly turned to mist.

.......................

Richard was kneeling beside the couch, watching over the girl he had met. She was still in shook but now she mumbled half formed words that made little sense even to him. Reaching up with his index finger, he slowly traced along fading scar that cut viciously across his neck. The bullet holes in his chest along with the various other lacerations had already vanished; the tattered remnants of his shirt were now the only evidence of his injuries.

"What is it about you that would make me do that?" He whispered quietly, more to himself then to the sleeping girl. Vampires weren't known for their generosity and for Richard, killing four men; even scum like them, was quite a feat.

Resting his hand against her cheek, he slowly began affectionately stroking the soft curve of her jaw. She was so warm, so soft, she reminded him of a new-born kitten. Suddenly Richard felt an overwhelming urge to kiss the girl and though his mind told him it was wrong, he found himself leaning forward, her sweet sent flooding his senses as their lips came together...

It was like she was awakening form a most horrible dream and slowly, Kate felt herself being pulled out of the darkness, her ears pricking up at the soft sound of breathing and a slight tickling on her lips. Then, it all stopped and a light pressure pressed against her lips, causing her sleepy mind to snap to attention. Surprised by her rapid recovery, Richard was thrown back onto his haunches as she jolted upright. Her hair was a little wild but her eyes were wilder, practically bulging out of their sockets as her mind reeled with the night's events.

Setting her terrified eyes on Richard, she almost fell off the back of the couch in her rush to get away. "Where...where am I?"

Richard just smiled, his lips pulling up into a smile as his eyes twinkled merrily with amusement. Clearing his throat and seating himself in the sofa across from her, he said. "It's okay; this is my home, I brought you here to recover."

Kate looked at him sceptically; her sapphire eyes darting around her surroundings, searching for a means of escape. However the room was sealed tight with only two doors allowing admittance and unfortunately, both of them were on the opposite side of the room with a vampire standing between her and them.

"So," Richard began, making the first move at conversation "I guess you have some questions about what happened in that alleyway tonight." 

For minutes there was only silence as Kate looked at Richard suspiciously, watching in case he decided to get a bit peckish before she asked "What are you?"

"Well might as well get the obvious stuff out of the way..." Richard said chuckling lightly, "I'm a vampire." 

Kate just stared at him unbelievingly as her mind tried to process this information. If she hadn't of seen him kill those guys like they were nothing, she wouldn't of believed him and suggested he seek some professional help. After all, a Vampire! Who did this guy think he was kidding. He looked as much like an undead bloodsucker as she did a six thousand year old mummy. There was no way he could be a vampire.

It wasn't just his appearance, although he did look less like a creepy mansion dwelling fiend than a male model; the kind of man whose tailored suits, impeccable style and dreamy good looks drove girls to an earth shattering orgasm just because he flashed them a smile. But the problem was deeper than that, a lot deeper. For one thing he had no fangs, not even oversized canines. 

"How do I know you are what you say you are?" Kate finally asked "You say you are a vampire but..." 

"But everyone knows vampires don't exist." Richard quickly interjected, his eyes never wavering. "Is it really so difficult to believe? From an early age human children are taught to fear the darkness, so perhaps there really things which go bump in the night, maybe your entire species is merely living in a state of denial?"

"Alright," Kate said, struggling to find fault in his words when the evidence was standing right before her eyes. "Let's pretend that I believe in vampires, how am I supposed to believe you really are what you say you are? Do you know how many weirdo's are out there who believe they're Vampires?"

"Yea I've seen them, black lipstick and nail polish with more piercings than I can count." Richard said before slowly getting up from his chair and walking to a mini bar that had been set up in a corner of the hotel suit before pouring a drink. "Where do they get off thinking Vampires have no dress sense?" Taking a sip of the red drink, he sat back down in the chair across from her, "But if you want proof that I am what I say I am then look." He said before craning his head back so that Kate could clearly see the faded scar. 

Kate could only stare, her eyes widening as the memory of Richard's throat being cut flashed before her eyes. Reaching out and lightly running her index finger over the near invisible blemish that had been gushing blood less than half an hour ago. However before she could ask about it, something else caught her attention; a little higher were two very pale marks. 

"Can I see them?"

"Can you see what, Kate?" Richard asked, watching her curiously. 

"Your fangs..." There was a slight falter in Kate's voice but she stayed firm; knowing that she had to see them. Impressed by her daring, the vampire gave her a small smile before opening his jaws and so extending his fangs. He only meant to show her the deadly endowments but before he could stop her, she reached out and ran her thumb along his sharpened canine; but she pushed too hard and accidentally cut her skin on its knife like edge.

Richard could feel his eyes glaze over, turning a fiery red as a drop of her sweet blood landed on his tongue. Kate pulled back suddenly as she realized what she had done but it was too late, he had already begun panting in ecstasy and with sudden speed, he grabbed her retreating finger and pulled it back into his mouth. He could feel Kate shudder in pleasure as he lightly suckled at her cut before using his tongue to seal the wound. He let the finger slip from his mouth and then let out a sigh as he turned his head upwards to look at Kate. She stood with her eyes hooded, and lips red and trembling, as if silently begging to be kissed. Silently, Richard took her hand and pulled her towards him, leaning up to kiss her as a different kind of hunger flooded his senses.

His mouth took hers with a passion she had never known, stealing not only the air in her lungs but all sense of logic and reason from her mind. Whimpering against his mouth as his tongue began to toy with her lips, coaxing them open bit by bit. His lips were rougher and thinner than what she had expected; but when he tugged lightly at her bottom lip she decided that she could learn to like it. Hot and demanding, Kate quickly yielded to him, causing the small embers inside of her body to ignite into a wildfire as the kiss became more savage. 

Pushing her lover back so that he was sitting beneath her, she sank to her knees on the seat and straddled him, their tongues battling wantonly for control of the embrace as her slender tangled in his dark locks of his hair. Feeling her small body pressed against his own, the Vampire lost all his power to resist and locked his hands tightly to her hips, pulling her enticing form tight against his body. 

The battling between their tongues went on till they had to break the lip-lock to breath or more precisely so Kate could breath. Gasping wantonly, The teen looked intently into her lover's black eyes as she bit seductively onto his lower lip before completely separating from his lips. After that passionate kiss, Richard could feel something welling up inside of him; something he hadn't felt for more than a malenia. Was it because of Kate, could she be the reason his vampire senses were going haywire; no that was impossible. But if it was her then that would mean... 

"Kate, we need to stop this," Richard said sadly, pushing her off him as he stood up. It was the last thing he wanted but If he didn't stop this now, then he could not guarantee her safety; something inside him wanted her and he wasn't going to risk her life just to satisfy the beast in him.

"But Richard..." Kate cried, running into his arms as tears began to flow freely from her eyes at his rejection. "I don't want to, why must we stop?" 

"Kate, listen to me" Richard whispered softly into the girls ear, wrapping an arm around her protectively and drawing her close to him as he desperately sought the words to make her understand. "If we don't stop now then I'm not sure what might happen."

"I don't care Richard!" Kate cried, looking up at him so that he could see the tears in her eyes as she said "I just want to be with you." before she lent up and captured his lips in a soft kiss. 

.................................

They fought somewhat, vying for control of each other yet at the same time working together towards the same goal, which was the twin-sized bed on the other side of Richard's suite. 

As they reach the door, the realization that to get in, someone is going to have to take their hands off the other for some period of time suddenly hit the pair.

Though they were both frightened by the dilemma, you'd hardly notice. Richard's hands were fixed to her hips while Kate's hands were not quite sure where they wanted to be and instead tried to be everywhere at once, running from his hair to down his back and then up his front. Add to that the fact that their hips were grinding together in an all too familiar fashion, and their lips were fastened so tight that they'd both have bruises for days.

In their minds, the dilemma regarding the door was of the most importance and Richard ran through all the logical assumptions that one could muster when making out with the most beautiful creature on God's earth before kicking the door with all his strength. A loud crack filled the room as the timber snapped off its hinges and flew across the room. 

Kate groaned into his mouth as she nearly lost her balance as they stumbled into the room and crossed the first few steps before falling backwards and landing on the soft embrace of Richard's bed. Finding herself on top of the vampire, she couldn't resist flashing him a seductive smile before swinging a leg over him and straddling his thighs as she whispered in a very business-like manner "Now then, Mr Richard, just lie back. This won't hurt a bit."

As Richard watched her movements, his hand twisted, gripping the sheets harder as he prepared for the onslaught to come. "Mmm...a little bit of pain isn't necessarily a bad thing, Miss Frost."

Grinning wolfishly, she leant forward. A shiver running down her spine as she noted how his eyes glittered in the low light, their onyx depths suddenly a rich deep ruby black the likes of which she'd never seen before. Feeling playful, she lightly kissed each of his eyelids in turn. "You have such beautiful eyes." She sighed, before grinning as she noted the way he shivered when her heated breath spilled across his skin. She kissed his nose, then his cheeks, then his chin, before rubbing the soft skin of her cheek against the stubble roughened skin of his jaw, the contrast in texture making her purr with delight. Her hair brushing his bare neck and he groaned softly as it tickled him. She sighed again, hardly daring to believe this was real, that this was actually happening at last.

She dropped a kiss on his jaw before sweeping her tongue up the curve of it, lightly teasing the spot beneath his ear. Slightly salty and sweet, the taste of him spilled over her tongue and she shuddered lightly in delight. Needing more, she began to kiss and nibble his neck fervently, not even noticing as one of his hands came up and buried itself in her hair.




Thirst



With a fiery passion, Kate explored Richard with her mouth. Her tongue mapping the curve of his collarbone as her talented fingers urgently worked to divest him of his shirt, her lips mapping the slope of his shoulder and the hard contours of his chest, her teeth tugging gently at his flat nipples as she went. Her hands wandered, fingers tracing the bones of his face, the rippling muscles of his arms, stroking and kneading soft skin and hard muscle. She was lost in the taste and feel of him, in the sounds of his soft panting breath and groans. 

A gentle tugging at her hair suddenly brought Kate back to reality and she lifted her head obediently to meet Richard's glazed eyes as he said. "I have lived over a thousand years, survived a hundred wars and countless confrontations, but I think your teasing may just be what finally kills me for good." The vampire's voice was low and strained, and she couldn't help smiling with satisfaction as a feeling of immense pride filled her at the knowledge that she could elicit such a reaction from one so powerful.

"I promise I won't let it kill you." And then her seductive smile grew as she dragged her hands down his chest, letting her nails scrape over his sensitised skin. He let out a long, sharp hiss that made a shiver run down Kate's spine as her nail drew over his dusky nipple and taken by an idea, she bent down and blew against the scratched area. The hiss deepened and turned into a low groan. She continued to blow against his nipple until his eyes fluttered shut then she dropped her mouth down and slid her tongue over the flesh. His eyes flew open and he bucked up against her. Keeping their eyes locked together when she bit down and then pulled back to blow, making Richard growl as he bucked his hips up against hers. This time both of them let out a low moan.  

Pulling back from his chest, Kate worked her way down the quivering flesh of his stomach to his abdomen, stopping only to gently kiss his navel before dipping her tongue in his belly button. His hips jerked at the contact and his erection brushed the full swell of her breast as he dropped his head back against the pillow. Curious, the teen looked down and contemplated the very impressive bulge in his jeans for a moment, admiring its already remarkable girth before taking a deep breath as she finally slide further down his legs. The garment's rough fabric brushed against her skin as she went and made her moan in the back of throat, and she was unable to resist rubbing her bosom against him, enjoying the friction against her sensitive nipples for a moment before returning her attention to the matter at hand.

"May I?" she asked jokingly as her forefinger ran lightly over his belly.

"I don't think you actually need to ask..." he replied in a low sensual voice. 

With his consent, she lightly traced her trembling finger along the outline of his cock through the fabric before suddenly drawing back in surprise as it twitched in response. Intrigued, Kate did it again, only to be distracted by Richard's low moan and subsequent mumbling. 

'She's going to tease me to death' 

Giggling nervously, she decided to take pity on the man spread out beneath her. Moving to sit between his legs, she undid the button of his jeans and tugged the garment down his muscular legs with a quick pull. Not saying a word, the vampire lifted his hips to help Kate get them all the way off but couldn't help moaning in relief as his straining member sprang free. 

Her eyes fixed onto his erected member, it seemed she hadn't been the only one to of enjoyed the teasing. Kate placed her hands on his thighs and started to massage them as she slowly slid up towards his swelling organ. To turned-on to look away, Richard watched her face; a look of deep concentration worn on her beautiful features as her hand moved towards him. 

Her finger moved along the tip of his shaft, making Richard hiss and Kate felt his body jump towards her. Letting out a shocked gasp, she pulled her hand away before looking up at him in a mix of confusion and fascination. Tilting her head to the side, she slid her hand back up along his thigh and Richard couldn't help the grin that passed over his face at Kate's look of pure determination as she reached out and ran her fingers up his cock from base, buried in a light nest of dark hair to the mushroom shaped tip. She gasped in surprise at the heat it radiated, and then wrapped her fingers around him, amazed by the silken texture of the skin surrounding the rock hard monolith. Squeezing him gently before tracing the vein on the underside with her thumb, she watched in fascination as the vampire's hips bucked and a pearly drop of moisture appeared on its apex. 

Richard's eyes were closed as he tried to relax, his heart beating faster than he could ever remember as her lithe fingers reached out and wrapped around his length and Kate heard him release a grunt of pleasure as she felt his shaft pulsed in her grasp; her thumb lightly pressing on his sensitive tip as she started to stoke him slowly from the base to glistening head; making him buck his hips into her hand as he barely held onto any form of coherent thought. Thrown into purgatory and torn between ecstasy and agony, he couldn't help enjoying the teen's attention to his member. 

Suddenly, Richard's eyes shot open as he felt something warm and wet wrap around the head of his cock. He bucked up in surprise and let out a small shout not really believing what he was seeing as he watched himself disappearing into Kate's mouth before becoming lost in the sensation as she alternated between moving down to take more of his flesh in and sucking gently at his member. He fought against a need to buck up into her mouth and grasped the sheets to stop his hands from wandering down to grip her head. 

"oh god, Kate... more...more" spoke Richard in a low, husky voice, making Kate smile as she gave him what he wanted by taking all of him into her mouth, slowly letting his length pass through her scarlet lips. The skin of his member was so sensitive right then that Richard's eyes began to roll as he felt every minimal movement that her tongue would do inside her mouth and onto his shaft, her teeth scraping his skin lightly and every time she inhaled, he could sense his manhood pulsing in her damp orifice. 

One of Kate's hands reached the base of Richard's swelling member as she kept on bending up and down on him, massaging the exposed skin of his shaft with her forefinger as her thumb applied a light pressure that made the vampire groan all the louder. Her hand travelled gently along his phallus as her mouth enclosed half of the length in its warmth. Occasionally she would lick along the phallus's sides while her hand massaged him at the base. As her motions gradually increased in speed, the teen could practically feel his body stiffen as he vocalized his pleasure. 

Suddenly, she began to think about her predicament from a more logical point of view; she was sitting between the legs of a naked vampire who was also the most gorgeous man she had ever met and was on his bed; giving him head. She was also falling madly in love with him and she knew it but she was also unsure of the vampire's feelings towards her. All through her life, Kate had been able to read people quite accurately, but when it came to this creature, Richard; she just couldn't.

Unable to take the teasing any longer, Richard gasped before twining his fingers in her black locks, holding onto her head by her as he and slowly began guiding her motions as she continued to pleasure him. He knew he was really close to climaxing, never had a woman been able to drive him as mad as this one was. He had almost lost all the control over his body, his hips were bucking faster and harder into her mouth every time he felt her tongue play on the small hole at the tip of his member. 

Kate could feel his orgasm coming on, as much as Richard tried to suppress it she could feel his body shaking and his cock twitching. Wrapping her lips around his penis and squeezing it with her mouth, she stroked him hard with her hands. 

"oh god, Kate!" her name left his lips as one last stroke brought him over the edge, his hot seed exploding from his thick manhood into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily. The Vampire was panting heavily, his body covered with sweat, and the wave of adrenaline that the incredible orgasm had brought in his blood was making him tremble slightly. At his climax, Kate put her mouth over the head of his penis and sucked in all his juices, she tried to swallow as much as she could but it came into her mouth to fast.

As her mouth began to overflow, the current of Richard's seed finally began to cease. Coming back down to earth, the first thing he saw was the teen above him, looking down at him with a sly smile; she looked pleased with herself.

"That was...well...let me show you." And before Kate could react, Richard flipped their positions. Her body bounced somewhat as he pushed her further into mattress, her head sinking between the pillows. He had her where he wanted her now. Under him, here in his bed, powerless; he already knew that this Girl had etched herself into his heart and he would prove it to her by making love to her in ways he never had with anyone else or she ever could.

He pushed himself up off of her, but not enough to give her any type of manoeuvrability. He looked down at her and Kate could have sworn she saw him smirking before his lips changed shape as he came down to meet her parted lips in a searing kiss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the connection; trying desperately not to lose herself in the sensation of his tongue sweeping across her mouth, tickling her gums and challenging her own tongue to a playful duel that left her breathless with anticipation. She fought the urge to whimper as his mouth left hers.

Kate's mind fought her body against the desire to give in to Richard as she felt his middle index finger slipping lower and beneath her dress before delving into her delicately. The digit rubbed gingerly against her inner spot, causing her to thrash her head from side to side as stars began to flash before her eyes.

"Mmm Kate, you're so wet." He shifted so he could look into her eyes, dropping a gentle kiss on her lips as he whispered "So soft and wet." His finger delved deeper, tracing the contents of her orifice, slickened with moisture, before moving up to brush the tiny bundle of nerves hidden just above. Kate arched against his him, moaning loudly as her eyes widened with rapturous pleasure, making Richard smile before he did it again. Lost in her carnal rapture, she never noticed her vampire lover suddenly pull her dress up and over her head, leaving her bear before his hungry eyes.

"Richard..." Her voice was filled with awe, wonder and passion and Richard was sure he had never seen anything more beautiful all of his undead life.

He pushed his finger in deep, before pulling it out again and repeating the motion over and over again until he heard the teen's breath begin to catch in her throat. Then he added another finger and watched her intently as she lost herself in the sensation of him stroking the most intimate part of her being.

"Oh, God, Richard...that feels...it's....ohhhh" A primitive sense of animal pride filled the vampire as he feasted on the sight of her. He'd done this to her, he'd taken this sweet, innocent, beautiful Girl and, simply by touching her, reduced her to a bunch of mumbling scattered words and nonsense syllables. Something rose deep inside him that demanded more, demanded that he make her completely lose the fluency and self-control she wore like clothes. Slowly, circling her clit with his thumb and making her legs instinctively open wider; Richard positioned himself at her entrance. 

Kate moaned loudly as the pleasure built, higher and higher within her. It was too much, but still not enough. She wanted, she needed more; she couldn't think clearly, couldn't hold a single thought in her head and all she knew was the pleasure and that Richard's lustful eyes were watching her. She felt the flood of sensations approach critical mass, knew she couldn't take much more of this wonderful, torturous pleasure and her body felt like white fire was running through her veins.

Their lips met once more and his member that had been painfully engorged sheathed itself inside of her tightness but in the wash of her orgasm, Kate never felt any pain her barrier was broken, only pleasure as he began to rock against her steadily. No longer able to stand it, Kate wrapped her legs and arms around his body wondering if he had noticed that she was no longer restrained by his limbs. His dick had penetrated so deep that he was all the way against her cervix. What little pain there was quickly faded and a feeling of intense pleasure soon took it's place as she tightened her hold around him with her legs, savouring the closeness of their bodies pressed together.

"Ohhhhhh Kate!" he moaned, gasping in pleasure as he tried to fend off the desire to cum right then and there. She was just so tight around him. "God...I love the way your pussy clings to me..." 

She closed her eyes, going silent as she felt him withdrew almost completely and a feeling of emptiness consume her before opening her eyes again and moaning as he sank back into her, so deep, stretching her out beautifully..."Oh, Richard," she moaned, whimpering as she felt his rough fingers roll over her throbbing clit. "I love having you inside me...inside my...my pussy," she whispered, blushing as she added, "Fill my pussy more, push it into me more, please...I want you to make love to me so much...don't stop, don't ever stop..." Leaning up, she kissed him deeply, lapping at his lips with her tongue as she became bolder.

Bearing his fangs in a lustful grin as the words passed her beautiful lips, it was so cute to hear the words that had flown from countless sluts coming from one so innocent, and he wanted to hear so much more. "Tell me to fuck you Kate... and I will." Richard murmured softly into her ear, sinking more of his member within her depths, yet still only having about half of his length inside her at the moment. "Kate.... god you feel so good..." He groaned out through clenched teeth while withdrawing his member almost all the way out of her again. "Tell me to fuck you...."

"F-F-Fuck me," she whispered desperately, her blush deepening even more as she spoke, the unfamiliar words not coming easily to her lips as she rolled her hips experimentally against his, trying to coax him forward. "Please...fuck me Richard...you're so big and hard inside me. I need you so much..." She clawed at his back wantonly, her nails scraping across his muscular hindquarters as she gazed up into his eyes and she whispered, "I want you to love me more..." She suddenly screamed out his name at the feeling of him filling her, all conscious thought melting away into a white hot sea of pleasure. 

"Oh my God...Richard! Oh it feels good...It feels so good!" she cried, kissing the vampire again as he abruptly slowed his pace but each thrust gave her that intense wave of pleasure that would compensate for his slackened speed. It was obvious that he realized exactly which spots made her tick and was enjoying taking advantage of it. 

Richard groaned at the sensations from her tight confines, his every sense overloading as her irresistible scent filled his head and made his mouth water. He had never held out this long before feeding during a fuck and his thirst was growing by the second. His hunger for the teen was strong and the desire to taste Kate's blood was becoming undeniable, yet he fought his very nature to strike at the girl. Richard had heard of vampires that could control such desires during mating though he had no doubt that they had drunk their fill before the actual copulation. And he was starving, having lost all the blood he'd drunk earlier that night in the process of healing his wounds and he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

Kate pushed against him, rolling them over so that her body straddled his. Placing her hands securely on the mattress, she started to ride the man; moving up and down the rigid cock without a shred of modesty. Growing more comfortable on top of Richard, her strides quickly became longer and harder; causing her to bounce higher on his groin and her breasts to jiggle with every movement. Soon her motions involved her whole body and as she bounced up and down; no part of her body remained stationary. 

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Kate moaned as she crashed down on Richard's cock; causing it to penetrate a bit deeper. Her strides were now an upwards glide than a crashing down slam. The gentleness was gone and a sex crazed beast inside the teen had immerged, her strides becoming more rapid and so violent that Richard could no longer resist and thrust his hip up to meet her decent.

"UH-UH-UH-OH...RICHARD! OH FUCK! YES MORE... MY LOVE! FUCK ME MORE!" she screamed, working her body along his length with increasing vigour. Her hands slid up her body to fondle her own soft mounds, sending bolts of pleasure along her spine and causing her head to roll back due to the feeling of pure ecstasy she was experiencing down between her thighs. His thick member was hitting her pleasure spot over and over again making her moan louder each time as she neared her climax.

Leaning up, Richard moved his hands to her back and ran his fingers along her spine while trailing fiery kisses along her collarbone. He could smell fresh, young blood rushing through her veins and it only served to drive the vampire on "Faster." He said and the command was met with Kate's body sliding at a rapid pace against his own. She let out long, loud moans as every time he was fully encased within her. He nibbled on her jaw line following its curve to the other side of her neck and suddenly biting down, causing her to gasp.

"Yes-yes-yes-oh Richard!!" Kate cried, riding his cock with increased fervour, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum soon! Oh God I feel it!"

"Uh-uh-uh-oh, Kate! I'm cumming soon! I'm cumming! Oh God you're so beautiful!" he panted. But he was unprepared for what happened next.

The teen's movements suddenly stopped and she took his hands off her body before trapping him beneath her. Their eyes were level and Richard could see a desperate look in her sapphire orbs as she begged. "Please... Please change me. Make me one of you...so that you can love me forever!"

In his current state, the words that had just passed through her lips were a godsend. When he had clasped eyes on her, Richard had vowed to not feed from her without her consent and that was the only thing that had stopped the vampire from feeding. And yet her she was not only asking him to bite her, but also to turn her. In his rational mind, Richard would have never agreed and would have tried to talk her out of it but right then; all the predator could see was blood. But there was something else he wanted as well. 

Leaning up, he whispered softly into her ear "Everything I am is yours. And all you are is mine. Blood of my Blood, flesh of my flesh; together forever..." his fangs were plunged deep into her throat at the same time as he plunged himself back into her depths. Orgasmic screams filled the room as Richard drank from Kate, savouring every drop of her sweet nectar as he drained her to the point where she had not a single drop of blood left within. Feeling her go limp in his arms, Richard felt a sudden stinging sensation stab at his throat as he cut his veins with a sharpened talon before leaning over and spilling his precious blood into the girl's waiting mouth; completing the bonding.

At the feeling of her tight walls convulsing around him, Richard realised himself within her depths and they fell back on the bed together. Breathing hard as his heart raced, the vampire looked down to the creature lying in his arms. To a human, the deathly paleness of Kate's skin and her no longer beating heart would be a sure sign of death; but Richard knew better. Pulling the comforter over their bodies, Richard slowly curled up to his new mate before falling into a deep slumber. 




Thirst



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Over six centuries later and I and my love are still together; both as young and beautiful as the day were turned. It had taken several days before the transformation was complete and Kate became a Vampire but even as I told her what I had done; she never complained. She just insisted that she was happy to have someone who she loved and who loved her in return. She would then kiss me and drag me to bed. And here I thought I was the insatiable one. 

When I was a boy I believed that the world had been against me, when I had been bitten I thought that I must have offended god for he seemed so determined to punish me; now I don't really give a damn. All I care about is Kate and no matter what happens to the world around us; we shall forever be together. 

*

The End

AN: This is a slightly altered version of my DBZ fan fiction 'Thirst', to make it an original work. I had considered rewriting this without the first person but then I decided against it as this would forever remind me why I don't do First Person stories, I just suck at it to be blunt.

I hope this version goes down better than the original so... 

Please Review! 



Thirst



Day 1

I slowly came to consciousness lying face down in a puddle of salty, filthy water. I inhaled a little into my nose, making me cough violently and waking me up. I sat up, having no idea where I was. As I looked around, it hit me like a bolt, my recollection of the night before. I was sitting in a puddle of cold salt water in the left-hand stern corner of a very large wooden lifeboat. 

Karen!

Where was she? Had she made it?

"Karen! Karen!" I screamed, looking frantically around the boat. Dozens of weary and dazed men turned their head towards me, sitting throughout the rows of seats around me. No one said anything.

I jumped to my feet and started running forward along an aisle between the rows of seats, looking side to side. No sign of her. My heart crashed inside my chest and I felt a wail of grief and terror coming from my throat. I reached the bow and still hadn't seen her among all the dozens and dozens of men sitting throughout the seats. I was just about to succumb to utter despair when I caught sight of a female form partially wrapped in a tarp lying on the floor, tucked into the crook of the bow. Her face was hidden under the shelf over the bow, but exposed from the twisted tarp I saw two bare female feet. Further up, the tarp was off to one side exposing her left arm, shoulder and breast. Though I couldn't see the face, my heart leaped as I recognized the pink color of her toenails and the familiar breast as belonging to Karen, my wife. I frantically climbed under the shelf to see her face and figure out if she was okay.

"Karen! Karen! Wake up baby."

Her eyes dully opened, but didn't seem to focus on me. I gently unwrapped her from the tarp and lifted her out, setting her gently on a bench. Two men stood up to make room for me to lay her down there. She didn't have any visible injuries except a few scrapes. Her dress was badly torn, only one shoulder of the dress still intact, the other completely ripped, so the entire left half of the dress flopped over down to her waist, exposing her breast and abdomen. Her shoes were gone. She seemed to be okay. I reached for the ripped flap of the dress and awkwardly tried to pull it back across her to cover her exposed breast. Involuntarily, my head snapped up to look the two men standing over her. They immediately turned away, but they had been dully staring at Karen's exposed torso.

I leaned close to her face. "Karen, are you okay sweetie?"

She looked in my eyes, and then gave me a quick but uncertain nod. "Yeah, what- what happened?" Then her eyes bulged and she said, "Oh god, the ship. The ship went down. Didn't it? Oh god."

"It's okay, it's okay, baby." I said softly to her. "We're safe." 

My head was reeling with the memory. We had been on board a giant research vessel in the Indian ocean, both asleep in our cabin, when the alarm had sounded. In the pitch black. The lights or electricity had failed in our area. We frantically tried to wake up, come to our senses and tried to remember our lifeboat instructions and find our way down the darkened hallways by feel. When we reached our lifeboat location, it was total chaos. People were panicking, shoving, pushing. We got separated, and I kept shouting for her. I heard her voice but couldn't find her. I climbed on board the lifeboat in the dark, but it rocked crazily back and forth. The ship was listing wildly, and the lifeboat became unstable on its ropes. It tilted over nearly 45 degrees, and I had to hang onto a seat to avoid tumbling down into the bow. Then, there was a snapping sound and the lifeboat was falling, falling towards the water. The last thing I remembered was thinking I couldn't believe how long it was taking for us to hit the water.

We had been, as usual, the only married couple on the giant research vessel. Karen and I worked together in the same oceanography department, and usually did research together. In fact, she had been one of only two women on the ship, as all the others in our team were men grad students, and the entire crew and other groups of researchers were all young men also. The only other female was an unmarried researcher named Agnes, a sweet, nice late-thirties woman with coke-bottle glasses and an unkempt mass of white hair. Both Karen and I liked her immensely, and she was incredibly smart and funny. She was, by far, the most distinguished researcher on the ship and had won all kinds of scholarly awards. She was brilliant. She was especially known for being able to adapt to any challenge or research situation with creativity and skill, and we both were hopeful that our collaboration with her would be great for both Karen and my careers. We spent every minute with her that we were able to; she was kind of my hero, Karen's too, professionally, and if we could achieve one tenth the success she had in her career, we'd each consider that a victory. Agnes was unmarried though slim and with a reasonably nice body, but one of those nerdy types that just seem utterly sexless. I had never seen her with a man nor ever heard her talk about or show any interest in dating. Her career was her life, and she was phenomenally talented and successful at it.

Altogether, there had been about 240 people on the ship, and looking around, it seemed that about 60 had made it onto this huge lifeboat. There was no sign of the other lifeboat. This one was large enough that there were still plenty of open seats. Rather than having lots of small lifeboats, our ship had two huge lifeboats that between them could carry the maximum 250 people on board. I was now doubting if this was a good idea, since it had created bottlenecks in getting everyone on to two boats. 

I lied down on the bench behind Karen, spooning her and resting. Looking up at the sky, it was still overcast from the storm, but not raining. Exhausted, we soon both fell back asleep.

Day 2

Hot. 

I awoke in the morning sun, already feeling the heat gathering. I sat up, and saw that Karen was already up. She was leaning against the wall, sobbing slightly.

"Karen, how do you feel?"

She looked at me. "Oh Craig." And she put her arms around me, still sobbing slightly. I saw her dress had fallen open again, and I tried to pull it back into place while she hugged me.

"You're not hurt?" I whispered.

"No, I'm fine." She said softly. "I'm thirsty."

"Me too." I said. We had gone the whole previous day without eating or drinking.

I stood up and walked around, talking with various colleagues and crewmen. No one seemed to have any idea what had happened or to know if a radio message or anything had gotten out. The fact that 24 hours had passed without a rescue ship worried me greatly. 

It turned out they had a few solar stills as part of the lifeboat supplies that had remained through the fall, and that some of the scientists had set them up that morning. They produced a precious little amount of fresh water, which they had organized a ration system for. I got my and Karen's rations in two tiny baggies. I could not believe how little water it was.

She finished it in one gulp as I handed it to her.

"Do you want mine too?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No baby, you need it."

I drank it and almost felt more thirsty.

Day 3

Still hot.

And bored.

Somehow, the adrenaline from the event had worn off, and now we were just bored. Sitting in a lifeboat, all day. While we were still uneasy about not having been picked up yet, but we knew we were close to major shipping lanes, so it seemed just a waiting game at this point. We felt lucky.

I looked at Karen as she gazed off at the horizon. Her profile was so beautiful. Her breast was still hanging out. She had spent all day yesterday trying to figure out a way to tie the loose part of the dress up, but some of the material was missing and it just wouldn't work. She tried to hold it up with her hand for a few hours, but her arm got tired, and pretty soon, in these circumstances, it just seemed silly to worry about something like that. So she just let it hang out.

In my boredom, I was a little amused at it, since her whole life, she'd been such a priss, always needing her attire and everything to be just perfect. I'd always tried to get her to loosen up, but to no avail. She was so proper and modest, so seeing her casually sitting there with her tit hanging out was quite funny. It's funny how the mind wanders in such boredom, but I kept thinking about her and her amazing body that she normally hid in such shyness.

And of course, everyone else noticed too. All the men were just kind of sitting around, bored, and so naturally their eyes wandered to this solitary female breast, hanging out in the ocean air. Even when our ship had been afloat, she had attracted a lot of attention, being the only young female among 50 men. However, she was so prim and proper, and everyone, even the crew sensed this, so they gave her space and just eyed her from afar. After a month at sea, I'm sure that it got a little excruciating. It was hard for me to judge, being the only male aboard who was regularly getting sex, but I thought I could feel all the guys on the ship getting more and more pent-up and sexually frustrated as the weeks went on with no young females around except Karen, who was so modest in her dress and demeanor as to give them little to look at. 

Nonetheless, look they did. All the time. And the fact is, Karen is gorgeous. With a flawless body, hidden under her puritan clothing. About 5'6, 112 pounds, D-cup breasts and perfect legs and feet.

So now, they were looking again. At her bare breast and bare calves and feet and her beautiful face. I didn't mind, I mean, we were all bored. Just sitting for hours and hours, waiting for the time for our water ration.

The mate of the ship, Stubb, was an old man whom I'd talked with a few times before the ship went down; we'd sat at the captains table together once. I struck up a conversation with him; like everyone, his eyes had been playing over Karen's form.

"She'll do fine," he said suddenly, apropos nothing.

"What? Who?"

"Her," he said, nodding in Karen's direction.

"She'll do fine? What do you mean?"

"She'll be fine. She'll get out of this okay."

"You mean she'll be rescued? You mean we'll all be rescued?"

"No, I mean she'll be fine. Us, you, me, them -- " he nodded generally across all sixty men in the boat with us, "maybe so, maybe not. But she'll be fine. The women always survive. Look at all these men here. Sixty-odd men. She'll be fine."

I was perplexed. I looked closely at him to see if he was delirious. But he seemed okay. Bored, but okay.

"Okay, thanks..." I said uncertainly.

Day 4

Thirsty!

Really thirsty, where it was an all-body ache for water. Then, some idiot screwed up the stills when he set them up incorrectly, and they were all empty. They'd take hours to refill. There was nearly a riot of men so angry that such a critical thing had been screwed up. Everyone was so thirsty.

Some of the more resourceful guys up front had rigged a way to fish with some lines. They caught a few fish, and used them as bait to catch more. They set up a rotation to keep it going, and they caught fish at a slow but steady rate. They rationed this "sushi" just like the water, but again, among fifty men, it was nowhere near enough. It helped, just like the water, but basically, we were all still slowly starving and withering from thirst. Eventually, we'd all die, I thought. Although, to be truthful, in the darker parts of my brain I thought it through more thoroughly. Not everyone would die, since as our numbers decreased, eventually the stills and the fishing line would be enough to sustain the smaller number of people. I got a chill, and pushed this dismal thought aside.

How one's thoughts wander, especially when faced with such boredom. I could tell that everyone was feeling bored. Some played improvised games, some talked. Some seemed to prefer to distract themselves by looking at the only available female, Karen. It had happened so much on the ship, but in the closer quarters of the lifeboat and with my wife's dress in tatters, it really reached a more fevered pitch. I didn't mind, really, I could empathize with their need to distract themselves with anything.

Still, the men just whiled away the hours checking out my wife. I even caught a few of the younger guys a few seats away subtly rubbing their cocks through their pants as they stared at Karen's boob. I pretended to ignore it. Why cause trouble.

Around dusk, I was so thirsty I couldn't stand it. And hungry too. Though weak, I paced occasionally and irrationally up and down the aisle, looking for something in the boat I could drink, though of course I knew there was nothing. 

Karen was too. She had complained to me how desperately thirsty she was. I didn't know what to tell her. At every water ration disbursement, I had tried to get her to take mine, but she adamantly refused.

"Taking your water ration would be like killing you. You need it just as much as me, and I don't want to live if it hurts you," she said.

I suggested she try to take a nap, to take her mind off it until the next water ration in the morning. She said she didn't think she could wait that long. Finally, as dusk approached, she fell asleep leaning against the wall. I had stood up, still pacing, and sat down in the stern, staring out at the water. When I returned, Karen was still asleep, but one of the younger crew members - he couldn't have been more than 18 - had taken my seat next to Karen. In the dim light, as I approached I realized he was staring at her breast and body from inches away. As I came closer, I suddenly realized with a shock that he furtively had his cock out of the zipper of his pants, and was jerking off right there in the semi-dark, turned sideways and aimed at her thigh.

Just at that moment, he started coming.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted.

His head jerked up, with a terrified look. Karen also was shocked awake by my shout. Her eyes stared up at me with confusion. Then, slowly, her eyes followed mine down, and she looked down into the lap of the youth next to her. Her eyes just about bulged out of her head.

"Oh my god oh my god. What are you-"

At that moment, spurt after spurt of come was still shooting out of his large-sized cock, landing on the seat between them, and then several squirts on her dress covering her left thigh. She shrieked.

The young man quickly covered himself up and scurried away. 

Karen was very upset. She was shocked beyond words. She whispered furiously in my ear, "Oh my god. Can you believe he was doing THAT? Right in front of me -- on me?! Ewww. How awful."

She went on for several minutes, before sheer exhaustion and thirst slowed her down. She finally calmed down, and seemed to let out a big sigh.

"Oh, I'm just so thirsty. I just don't care about anything except getting some water. Even having some guy touching his 'thingy' doesn't seem as bad as this thirst." As she was talking, she looked down at the wet semen stains on her dress on her thigh. She absent-mindedly rubbed her finger over the stain, feeling its moistness. She lifted her finger slightly, and a wet trail of come extended out from the dress to her fingertip.

Even though it completely grossed me out seeing another man's semen on her, these was something about seeing moisture of any kind that seemed to grab my attention, lost in thirst as we all were. I looked at Karen's face, and I could tell it had the same effect on her. She stared transfixed at her finger and the wet drop hanging from the end of it. She lifted up her finger right in front of her face and stared at it in the dim light for a long moment, tongue slightly hanging out of her mouth, seemingly unaware of me or anyone else or anything in the world except that drop on the end of her finger.

Suddenly, she leaned her head forward and took the whole wet finger tip in her mouth, and closed her lips around it, with a little scared look. As she held the finger in her mouth and tasted the moisture, her scared look melted away, and she closed her eyes in rapturous appreciation of moisture in her mouth. She kept her finger in her mouth for a long moment, seeming to try to suck every molecule off of it. She pulled it out of her mouth and opened her eyes with a manic, excited look. She shifted back in her seat a little, and looked around excitedly down at the bench between us.

She reached her finger down to the surface of the bench, and I saw there was a huge glob of semen still sitting on the white-painted surface. She slipped her finger down beside it, and carefully swiped across it, wiping the entire glob onto the side of her finger, then rolling her hand over so it sat balanced on top of her finger.

"Oh...oh," she said excitedly, and ever so gingerly and carefully, lowered her face down to her finger, obviously terrified that she might drop it. She carefully opened her mouth wide and took the whole finger into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmm" she moaned with her eyes closed and her lips wrapped around the base of her finger. Obviously the much larger glob she had found was even more satisfying to her. Let me put it this way: I felt a pang of jealousy. Not that she had tasted some other guy's semen, but that she had tasted a large glob of something that looked like moisture, and I had none. That's how thirsty we all were. It consumes you. It's one of the most fundamental programs of any animal; your entire mind and body join to focus on the one life-sustaining goal: find water at any cost.

Finally, after she had tried for about a minute to suck every last molecule of wetness off her finger again, she opened her eyes and took her finger out of her mouth. "Oh my god, that was sooo good. I can't believe it. It's so wet and beautiful and delicious. It's even a little filling, like cream." I guess it had some calories, too. It must, I thought, some kind of organic material; protein? What made it sticky? Some kind of dissolved carbohydrate? I didn't know. Maybe you could live off it, I mused.

Suddenly, Karen dropped to her knees and began frantically searching the bench for another droplet, her face scanning back and forth, only inches from the surface. However, there were no more large drops. She spied a tiny little drop, and was trying to figure out how to scoop it onto her finger, but it was way too small. Finally, she just brought her face down and licked the bench, sweeping up the drop with her tongue. Then, she kept licking over the whole area, trying to find more tiny drops by taste. She reached the spot where she had scooped the big drop from, and it was still a little damp. "Mmmmmm" she said as her tongue found that spot, and she licked it over and over.

Finally, after several minutes of this, she gave up and sat back up next to me on the bench. She rubbed the damp spot on her skirt, trying to get the juice out of it, bringing her finger up to her mouth, but that didn't seem to work. She leaned way over, and pulled up hard on the hem of her skirt, pulling one damp spot near the hem into her mouth. She put the damp fabric in her mouth and tried to suck the moisture out of it, apparently with some success, as she softly said, "Mmmmm" again.

She found another damp spot further up the dress, but try as she might she couldn't pull it high enough or bend over far enough to get it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she lifted her butt off the seat and pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her white cotton panties, and sat back down. She flipped the skirt up, inside out, and brought the wet spot to her mouth, where she sucked on it for a minute or more, getting every last bit out of the material. This spot had soaked through to her panties, which had a visible wet spot on them. She eyed this spot, feeling it for a second with her fingertip, then quickly stood up, pulled the panties down to the middle of her beautiful thighs and sat back down. Then, she lifted both thighs and slipped the panties down over her knees and bare feet. Holding the panties in front of her face, she slowly rotated them in front of her face until she found the wet spot, and pushed it from inside into her mouth, where she sucked hard on it.




Thirst



She was quite a sight in the dim after-dusk light, skirt hiked up around her waist, naked below, with her sexy legs splayed, knees apart and turned in as her bare feet were spread apart on the floor. Her bare pussy was against the bench, and she passionately sucked on her panties, holding them in both hands, trying to get everything she could out of the material. Still, her dress shoulder was hanging down, exposing her breast. Quite a sight. I glanced around to see if anyone had noticed. In the dim light, most of the men around us were either asleep or resting with their eyes closed, dazed with thirst and hunger. 

Karen was finally winding down, realizing that she had retrieved every possible bit of wetness that she could from every surface that the man's come shots had hit. She still seemed to be looking around licking her lips, with a combination of rapturous recollection of the taste and disappointment that it was all gone. Let's face it. An ejaculation, even from a guy that young, is not a lot of volume of fluid. She stared around, at the wall, the floor, at the bench between us, still searching, thinking. Her eyes locked on my crotch with a crazed look. 

She reached over and started rubbing my cock through my pants. "Baby, could you- " she said, and fondled me through the material of my pants, quickly bringing me to an erection. "Yes..." she said as she felt me get hard, staring at it and licking her lips. She started unbuttoning my pants, unzipped me, and reached both hands over the waistband of my boxers, down inside, pushing the pants out and down, and getting both hands around my erect cock. It felt delicious. I lifted my butt a little from the seat to ease the pants down just a bit, to make them looser. I glanced up and saw that the guy who had been staring at Karen's pussy was now watching her handle my cock, but I didn't care. She reached one hand further down and cupped my balls in her palm, staring at them. 

"Oh baby, I need it." She whispered. "I need what you have. Just spray it right here between us on the bench. I don't want just a few drops; I want the whole load. Oh my god, I can't even imagine. I'm so thirsty. Just give me your --" she paused, then looked up into my eyes and started to repeat, "your --" but paused again. Then suddenly, she seemed to come to a realization. 

"Wait," she said. Then again, "wait." Her hands froze on my cock, and then, devastatingly, she released both hands. "Wait," she said slowly, wonderingly, "I can't take your, your..." her voice trailed off. "That would be like taking your water ration. It's taking water right out of you. It...it...might kill you."

"That's ridiculous." I hissed. I desperately wanted her to keep going. I tried to pull her hands back onto my erection. 

"No. No!" she said firmly, yanking her hands out of mine. "Craig, I can't. It'll dehydrate you. At least a little. I mean, however little bit it relieves my thirst; that's how much it makes your worse. Think about it. It's like I'm milking you."

"I want you to." I whispered forcefully, "I want you to 'milk' me. Please, Karen, c'mon, it's nothing. Less than an ounce, for chrissakes."

"No." she said more calmly. "I can't do that. I can't take yours. You're my husband. I can't hurt you." She turned away and looked at the wall. Slowly, dejectedly I put my wilting cock back into my pants and buttoned myself. The guy in front of us was still turned around, watching all this. I saw that he had an erection and was rubbing himself through his pants. He caught my gaze as I looked at him and I gave him a furious glare. He quickly turned around and faced forward away from us.

Chapter two

When I looked back at Karen, she was no longer looking at the wall, but was leaned forward looking thirstily past me down our row of benches. I turned my head, following her gaze. I saw that the guy who had come on her had moved down to the far end of our bench, sitting beside his fellow crewman and kind of hidden from our sight. Obviously, he was very embarrassed of what he had done. I looked back at Karen, who continued to stare at him, kind of licking her lips. She saw me look at her. 

"Oh Craig, I don't know what to do. If I can't get more to drink, I'll go crazy. I know it's weird that it was a man's...you know, but God, it was so wet and perfect. I mean, after it's sitting on a bench or on my clothes, what is it, but drops of moisture. What difference does it make where it came from? And it tasted so good...ohhh." She swooned at the memory of it. "But it was so little! Just a few drops. Just a taste. I have to get more. I have to. Or I'll go crazy."

Again, she stared down the row at the guy. Suddenly, she stood up and started walking purposefully down the row of benches, past several reclined sleeping men. I stood up and followed, lagging behind a few steps.

When she reached the end, she stood directly in front of the guy who had sprayed her, hands on hips. As I neared, I could see that he was actually asleep (haven't we all done that after), leaning against the shoulder of his friend, another crewman, who was awake. The friend stared at Karen, who was standing menacingly in front of them, with her left breast hanging out. His face frozen in startled surprise, he nudged his sleeping friend with his elbow, waking him up without saying a word.

The guy woke up and opened his eyes face-to-face with Karen's bare left breast. His eyes bulged, and he jerked back suddenly, looking up at her face in terror.

"Oh god, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help myself; I thought you were sleeping and...and..." he paused, unsure what to say, then continued, "I never meant to..." he hesitated, then said simply, "I'm sorry," and was silent.

Karen looked at him with an unreadable expression and said, "Do it again."

He looked quizzically at her. "What?"

"Do it again."

"You mean apologize again? I'm sorry."

"No, not apologize. Do IT again." On the word 'it', her eyes looked pointedly at his crotch, then returned to his face.

Both guys' jaws dropped open.

"You mean...you mean..." he stammered.

"Yes, come back over and do it again," she said. After a moment, she added, "Please."

"I...I..." he hesitated. "I can't."

Karen looked a little upset. "Look, I told you, it's okay, I'm not mad. I...I...liked it. I want you to come back and do it again."

"No, I mean, I can't. Like, I'm unable to; since I just...just did."

"Oh." Karen said, with infinite disappointment. "I see." She started to turn back, then paused. "well, maybe later? In a few hours? Or in the morning?"

The guy's face lit up. "Sure! Sure I can. In a few hours. Maybe sooner."

"Okay. What's your name?"

"Jason, ma'am."

Karen started to walk back towards her seat.

Suddenly, the guy's friend, who had been watching all this in shock, piped up. "I'll do it, if you want."

Karen whirled on him, eyes bright. "You-" she started to say loudly, but caught herself and leaned in and whispered to him, "you will?"

He nodded. "Mmm-hmm."

"When?"

"Right now," he said eagerly. He was a little taller than his young friend, and skinnier, but about the same age.

Karen looked at him, up and down. He had an obvious boner forming in his pants. She stared at his crotch, watching the bulge rise. "Okay." She said, "come on."

I stepped out of the way, unsure what to do, as she walked back to her seat past me. The new guy followed right behind her. She sat in her seat, and faced towards him, while he stood. She stared at his bulging crotch, right in front of her face, licking her lips.

"Okay, just spray it right here," she said pointing at the bench beside her where she'd licked up his friend Jason's sperm minute before.

"Yes ma'am" he said, quickly unzipping and taking his cock out of his pants. It was a long snake of a cock. He immediately spit on his hand and began working it, fast and furiously, staring mouth agape at her exposed breast. Karen just watched the cock, inches from her with complete absorption, with a thirsty expression. 

She glanced up at his face, and saw how he was staring at her breast. Very slightly, she pulled her shoulders back and thrust her chest out, raising her breasts. She pulled the broken flap of her dress, more fully revealing her tit. The nipple was rock hard. He moaned slightly as he jerked his cock off vigorously. I looked forward and saw the same guy who had been sitting in front of us watching earlier was turned around again, staring at what was happening, his hand again rubbing his own crotch.

Meanwhile, Karen looked back down at the standing guy's cock. Her eyes widened. A large drop of pre-cum had begun to gather at the tip. It hung heavily as the cock bounced up and down. Karen stared at it, transfixed. As the drop grew, it began to sag under its own weight, and appeared to be about to ooze or drip down to the ground. Still staring at the drop, Karen reached out, and she extended a finger, sweeping the tip of his cock and wiping up the drop of pre-cum onto her finger. He moaned at the contact with her finger, and Karen's eyes looked up at his face as she slowly brought her wet finger into her mouth, sucking the juice off of it.

"Mmmmmmmm" she said adoringly, closing her eyes and savoring the taste. Then, she opened her eyes and looked up cravingly, saying, "More. More, God, I'm so thirsty I can't stand it." At that moment, the guy raised his hand to spit in his palm again, needing to wet his cock some more. Karen watched this wide-eyed, and suddenly reached out and caught his hand before it reached his cock. He looked at her surprised, but acquiesced as she forcefully pulled his hand to her mouth and began licking the spit off of his palm until it was dry. She released his hand, and he spit in it a second time before returning to his cock.

She saw he was still staring at her breasts. "Come on, spray it. Please." She softly whispered. She slowly reached up, and pulled the other shoulder of her dress sideways and off her shoulder, then peeled it down to her waist, turning the whole top of the dress inside out, and completely baring her whole upper body and both breasts. They looked magnificent, large and round with both nipples erect, rising and falling rapidly with her excited breathing.

The guy jerking off groaned loudly and accelerated his motions. "Can I-" he murmured huskily, "can I spray there?" he asked, pointing his cock straight at her upper chest.

Karen hesitated, looking first down at the rough bench surface, then down at her smooth skin of her breasts. Then she nodded. "Yes. That's better. Easier." She thrust her chest forward, moving it only inches away from the tip of his long cock.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in front of them, and another cock popped into view out of the darkness beside the other one. We all looked up, startled, and saw that the man who had been turned around watching had pulled his cock out too, and was furiously jerking it off, pointing it also at Karen's exposed breasts. Almost immediately he began coming, the first spray landing right between her breasts.

"Oh!" Karen said, with a look of surprised joy. She quickly moved her forearm up, and across tightly under both breasts to catch it, and form a little trough. The first spray was followed by stream after stream of surprisingly heavy spurts. And they just kept coming, again and again long after you would expect them to conclude. I had never known someone could come so much.

Karen was in ecstasy. She carefully kept her forearm clamped against her body, and the new guy's aim was perfect, delivering every one of his incredibly numerous spurts right on target into the trough between the arm and her body and her breasts. Filling it with an unbelievably deep pool. The one or two shots he missed fortunately went high, hitting her chest, then dripping down between her breasts into the pool. Karen stared up at him and softly encouraged him, "oh god, thank you. That's so much. Thank you, please, keep -- oh my god it just keeps coming. Yes. Spray it all -- oh my god - thank you so much." Suddenly, she had completely forgotten about the first guy, who was still jerking off, and she was obviously infatuated with this new arrival who could deliver such startling quantities of semen. 

Finally, his orgasm came to an end. He had one long oozed line hanging suspended from the tip of his cock to the pool on Karen's chest. She reached her free arm up, and wiped the end of his cock with her finger, then gently lifting the sticky line of semen, and guiding it into the pool trapped between her arm, breasts, and chest. At that moment, the other guy began coming, also. Karen reacted quickly, rotating towards him. While his first spray went across her left breast, she turned so that he was aimed dead center, and brought her chest much closer, until the tip of his cock actually dipped into the pool of the other man's semen she was holding between her breasts and her arm.

Obviously this was unintentional. "Oops. No!" Karen murmured as his head emerged from the pool covered in semen, probably taking more than he had given so far. However, he continued to spray, straight into the pool of semen an inch away, and also the sperm dripped off his head back into the pool. Mixing the two men's genes. Karen looked positively gleeful over her bounty.

Again using her free hand, she reached up and encircled the wet head of his cock, forming a ring with her thumb and forefinger, then using this to kind of squeegee off the semen which it had picked up from being dipped into the pool. She brought this hand to her mouth, rapidly licking her thumb, fingers, and the web of skin between them, moaning gently.

Now, as the men put their cocks away and returned to their seats, she turned her attention to the huge pool of semen she had trapped, licking her lips. Her eyes darted up at me.

"Do you want some, sweetheart?" she asked.

I shook my head firmly. I was thirsty as all hell, but that was too much for me to take. 

She frowned. "Craig, don't be stupid. That doesn't make any sense. Look at this, there's plenty for both of us. God that guy was amazing. Did you see how much came out? You should have some." She stared down at the deep milky white pool.

"No way," I said.

But she had forgotten our conversation. She reached hungrily into the pool with her free hand, dipping all four fingers into it, curling them like a ladle, and spooning up a huge amount. She carefully lifted it, and then turned her head up, opening her mouth as wide as it would go so she could get all four fingers into her mouth, pouring the semen in. 

Karen dropped into a deep sleep soon after gorging herself on the little pool of semen she had caught. She had stayed up for about half an hour carefully going over every inch of skin on her chest, breasts, arm, and hands, until she had licked every possible microliter off every damp surface, then quickly nodded off, satiated.

Day 5

Late, late that night, what must have been the morning hours, I was awoken by the sound of sobbing. I opened my eyes and saw Karen sobbing, leaning against the wall. 

"Karen, are you okay?"

She turned away, surprised by the sound and nodded, trying to hide her tear-stained face.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she said.

"Don't worry, we'll get rescued," I started to say, thinking that was what upset her.

"It's not that," she said softly.

"Then what?" I asked.

"I...I just feel so...dirty," she said, hiding her face in her hands.

It took a moment before I understood what she meant.

"You mean about-"

"Yes," she interrupted, "about that. I can't believe I did that, no matter how desparate I was. It's like I wasn't myself; all I could think about was getting a taste of something to drink. Oh my God. You must hate me."

"Not at all! I'm glad you did. Anything that keeps you stronger, that's what you have to do. Baby, you just did what you had to do. Out here, what does anything else matter?"

She lifted her face from her hands and looked at me with teary eyes. "Really?" she sniffed, "you don't think that means I'm a-"

"No," I interrupted, "it doesn't mean anything. You're nothing like that. You're just trying to survive. Anyone would do that."

"It's all 'cause of that first guy, Jason, that...asshole," she said, startling me with her foul language. I couldn't recall hearing her use that word before. "He came over, and...and...sprayed me. He fucking started it."

I definitely had never heard her use the F word before, and I was startled into silence. I looked worriedly at my wife. The strain of a situation like this affected everyone differently. I had to admit I myself had strange, mixed feelings about the strange, surreal goings on. But it's strange how being in totally different surroundings makes your old life and thinking seem so very far away. Maybe what Karen had done made total sense. Maybe it was lunacy. I had no frame of reference to tell which was which. Besides which, my thinking was so muddled. I felt like if I could just have one tall glass of ice water with a lemon slice in it, suddenly I would be able to think again, feel like myself again. 

I looked down again at Karen, and saw that she had fallen asleep in my arms.

Later, Jason, the young crew member who had first jerked off on her was finally recharged, and he came over to our end of the bench and woke Karen up with a light touch on the shoulder. It was six hours after his first ejaculation. I guess with all the lack of water or food, his balls took a long time to refill.

She woke up drowsily, looking up uncomprehendingly. Then, she recognized the young man standing over her, and her eyes glared at him angrily for a moment, but then, almost reluctantly, she sat up straight. 

"You're ready to go again?" she asked.

Jason nodded enthusiastically. I looked down, and he was already hard and out of his zipper, jerking it with his hand. Karen hesitated, staring at his cock, already wet at the tip, but then seemed to get over her resentment of him. Once her mind was made up, she didn't waste any time. She pulled her entire dress off over her head, and sat back on the bench in only her panties. She tucked both arms tightly under her breasts, forming the same trough again as she had done for the two other guys.

His eyes widened, staring at her bare upper body, both large breasts sitting up beautifully as she supported them with her arms. It took him only a few more seconds before I knew he was about to come.

Karen also sensed this and tried to position herself in front of his head. However, just as he started coming, he closed his eyes and his knees kind of gave way in his arousal. He dropped suddenly to his knees, rapidly bringing his face to her breasts, mouth seeming to seek her nipples. Karen was shocked.

"No. no no NO!" she screamed in a rising voice. His eyes popped open and stared at her as she yelled. He was still ejaculating.

"What the fuck are you doing, you asshole?!" Karen yelled, obviously getting furious. She jumped back and was looking down to see where his ejaculate was going. "I told you to come on my chest. What the f- Oh shit!" she yelled, suddenly dropping off the bench to her knees. As she did so, I could see down enough to see that Jason was just finishing his orgasm, and since he was on his knees, his spurts had landed under the bench. Karen and I looked down and saw they had landed in a deep puddle of salty, filthy ocean water.

Karen frantically grabbed for his cock, trying to grab around the tip and catch his last shots, but by the time her hand got there, he was done. She had nothing, only a slight damp spot on her palm. She quickly brought her palm to her mouth and licked it, at the same time maneuvering to reach down her other hand into the puddle of salt water, where his first spurts had landed. She reached in, scooping up some salt water with a hint of whiteness in it, and brought it to her mouth, sucking it out of her palm.




Thirst



Immediately, she gagged and spit it all out of her mouth onto the wall of the boat. 

"Ugh! Aaah. Ptew. Ptt." She started spitting, trying to get all the salty water out of her mouth. She was hopping mad. "Fuck!!" she yelled. I had never seen her so angry or use such foul language. "What the fuck is wrong with you? I have to watch you jerk off, and you don't even give me anything? Nothing?" she yelled as she glared furiously at his face as he scrambled to put his cock away and button his pants.

"I fucking told you to come on my chest, and you spray it on the fucking floor, right into the goddamn seawater puddle. What a fucking waste. How incredibly stupid are you?"

He just stood there, utterly bewildered by her tirade, no clue what he'd done wrong. 

She was disgusted. "Get the fuck out of here. Go away and don't fucking come back."

He practically ran back to his seat. I stared at Karen. Obviously the strain of the last few days were changing her. I had never seen her rave like that; she hardly ever got angry or cussed. And, of course, she certainly had never been so sexually...well, pragmatic. She had always been so prissy and conservative. The vision of her wrapping her hand around the guy's cock to squeegee off the extra semen was burned into my memory; it was so shocking. I certainly had never seen her touch another man's cock before, but obviously in the strain of our situation, something in her had flipped. This was not the same woman I knew. Previously, I certainly never could have imagined her doing the things I had seen her do in the last 12 hours. Who was she?

I was so very conflicted about it. Water was water. It was life. It was all I wanted. It felt like the reason I was on this earth: to seek water. I couldn't think clearly. But in those moment where some clarity settled on me, in those moments I bypassed morality or jealousy or dignity completely -- no time for that -- instead, in my moments of clarity I found myself calculating...calculating...calculating. How many ounces per still. How much per day. How many men? How many days? When would the first one just stop drinking? When would he die? When would ten die? What would be the ration then? 

And in this loop of calculations, every since gram of fluid in the calculation was like gold. So, within that mental circle, what Karen did made total and complete sense. Not just made sense, but was the only sane thing to do. I couldn't deny the fact that the extra water and nutrients she had gotten just might help her chances for survival; to be among the stronger few who survived. And that was all that mattered. Whatever defense mechanisms she erected or conversely, whatever psychological gears and levers got snapped and broken inside her head, all that was secondary to surviving. 

I also resolved that whatever I thought or felt about it all, so just keep it to myself. Saying anything to her could only do damage, not help. Especially since I didn't know what to think, I swore to myself that come what may I would just shut the hell up.

I held my silence.

As I saw Karen rave in uncharacteristic anger at this boy, Jason, I thought how odd it was that she entirely blamed this boy, who had started it all by first jerking off on her, for being the spark that had initiated this unnerving change she saw in herself. 

By this time, just about everybody in the seats around us was awake, confusedly taking in the scene as Karen shouted. Nobody said anything, though, as she gradually calmed down and finally went back to sleep.

Day 6

The next morning, Karen was much calmer, and seemed to have really thought it through. It was all she could talk about. I mean, thirst like that makes your brain focus incredibly sharply. On survival. And moisture was a survival issue. Semen was the topic of her day. It was all she could talk about; she went over and over it that morning.

"He was an idiot, but it was partly my fault. It's stupid to let him spray anywhere, since anything could happen. Plus my tongue is sore from licking all those rough, dirty surfaces. It's just a waste. If I could have gotten them to spray straight into my mouth, I wouldn't lose a drop. I don't know why I didn't think of it. God, but when I did get it, it was so delicious. Mmm."

She stood and stretched her body lithely, raising her arms and flexing backwards, thrusting her heavy breasts beautifully into the air. "I even think I feel stronger today," she said. "It was that huge load that guy made."

I gave her a doubting look.

"Okay, sure," she continued, "you're right, it's probably just psychological, since it couldn't have been more than two or three ounces, from two men. But still. And that guy," (she pointed at the man sleeping in front of us) "he was amazing. I can't believe how much came out. I need him. He actually makes enough that it's kind of satisfying to drink. I need him. I need him to want me, to want to give it to me."

She went on and on, like this, planning, obsessing. That's what it's like out there. Your head just goes in a continuous loop. But the topic playing on her loop was a little outside the ordinary. At one point she seemed to come to her senses a bit and looked at me. "You understand, don't you Craig? I mean, like you said, this is all about survival. God, I just need a fucking drink, I don't care if it kills me. Please, baby, just for me, ignore anything you hear me say to him or see me do to him today, okay? We'll just pretend it never happened."

I nodded. I knew she was right.

As soon as the sun started rising in the sky, she was thirsty and hungry (we all were), and she went around to the guys she'd tasted the night before, and tried to wake them up. First, the guy sitting in front of us who'd sprayed so much, who was clearly her favorite. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he stirred, then looked slowly around at us.

"Can I take you in my mouth?" she asked.

He looked at her perplexed and still sleepy, "hmm?"

"In my mouth." She opened her mouth slightly, letting her tongue hang out. It was incredibly sexy, but he still didn't seem to believe what he was hearing. As she saw him hesitate, she shrugged her dress off her shoulders, pulling it down to her waist. She lifted her breasts, holding one in each hand, caressing them. She slowly slid down to her knees.

He quickly woke up to the situation, and stood up and dropped his pants and underwear, then spun around to sit backwards on his bench, facing her. His cock was hardening rapidly, about average size, but his balls were just huge.

"Oh," Karen said with a yelp, seeing them for the first time in the daylight. "They're so...nice."

She grabbed the shaft of his cock a little hesitantly, between her thumb and fingertips, and slowly moved her head towards it. She held it only a few inches in front of her face, and stared at it, as she began moving her fingers back an forth on the shaft. By this time he was totally rock hard, head fully swollen, and she wrapped her hand around his shaft, kind of gently twisting back and forth slightly. He moaned and thrust his hips forward. 

She stared at his orange-sized balls, and reached out with her other hand and cupped them in her palm, while her right hand kept jerking the shaft. A huge drop of pre-cum began to gather and droop from the tip of his cock. Karen stared at it, eyes widening, and whimpered. Her mouth dropped open as she stared. She leaned forward, tongue out expectantly, and brought her mouth closer and closer to the dangling drop of pre-cum. Finally, her tongue went slightly under the tip of his cock, then she brought it upwards, so the drop of pre-cum touched the top surface of her tongue. It kind of melted immediately onto her tongue, and she then licked firmly upwards, running the length of her tongue along his peehole.

"Ohmmmmmmm. Yessssss." she groaned ecstatically. "That's so fucking delicious."

She continued her hand motions, and almost immediately another droplet was forming at the tip of his cock. Karen couldn't have looked happier. This time, as she brought her mouth closer, the motion kind of smeared some of the pre-cum up onto the top surface of his cockhead. She stared at it, mouth open. Then, she suddenly opened her mouth much wider, extending her lips out sexily, and gently wrapped her lips around the entire head, capturing all of the moisture on the tip.

She kept in exactly that position, making a sound, "MMMmmmmm" around his head, while her hands cupped his balls and jerked his shaft. She stayed like that for a moment, then I could see her cheeks pull in as she apparently tried to suck out more liquid from it. She continued sucking, and was obviously rewarded as she continued to moan in gratification from the taste. As she sucked harder, the cock gradually began going deeper and deeper into her mouth. 

"Yes, yes, yes..." the man said as his cock disappeared into her mouth. "Oh, that's so good. Oh god oh god..." He was now mostly in her mouth, though her hand was still around the base. She kept twisting this hand while she sucked furiously on the rest of his cock. He was clearly getting close.

"Oh god, I'm going to come, I'm, I'm..."

She rotated her eyeballs up to stare at his face while still sucking and jerking his cock, wide eyed with awe about what she was about to receive. She accelerated both hands, and I could see even with the cock in her mouth that she was kind of smiling around the cock.

He burst. Suddenly his whole body froze, and he involuntarily thrust his hips forward. Apparently a big load hit the back of Karen's throat, as she froze also, startled and delighted. The two of them both stood absolutely still, frozen except for his balls pumping rhythmically spurt after spurt into her mouth and her throat bobbing as she swallowed as fast as she could. An efficient transfer of fluid from one person to another. Like a mid-air refueling, I thought, oddly.

Just like the night before, his orgasm went on and on and on, far beyond when you were sure it would stop. Her eyes bulged as she continued to swallow again and again, visibly smiling around his cock, eyes half-closed in ecstacy.

Finally, as his spurts stopped, his body visibly relaxed. Karen also, but she continued to suck on his cock, trying to get every drop out. At last, she gradually pulled her lips off, making a tight 'o' as she pulled her head back to make sure to wipe off every drop with her lips. After his cock came completely out of her mouth, I could see a little more semen wedged in the crack behind his circumcised cockhead. Karen saw this too, and rapidly rotated her head to the side so she could run the tip of her tongue in and lick this out. Soon every drop was gone.

She sat back onto her heels, turning her feet inwards under her butt. She looked so incredibly sexy, eyes half closed in rapture. Her entire dress was gathered around her waist, leaving her shoulders, large breasts, and abdomen bare, and also her legs up to her upper thigh were uncovered. She had both arms kind of hugging herself, under her breasts, lifting them up and out beautifully, her nipples fully erect. I realized I had a rock hard erection in my pants.

"Ohhhhhhhmyyyyygoddddd" she purred. "Ohhhh. That was incredible." She licked her lips. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, as he slowly and lackadaisically began to pull his pants up. She reached out and stopped him, cupping his balls gently once more, then looking admiringly up into his eyes. "I love your, your...things, your, your...balls. They're so amazing. Oh my god, you're just amazing. So much. So much. And so good. Mmmmm. I want you always coming in my mouth. Always. As much and as often as you can. Please."

He looked like about the happiest guy on earth, as he stared down at the nearly-naked woman holding his testicles.

As she came back to sit near me, she was clearly still deliriously satisfied with her liquid intake. She seemed unaware I was sitting there, but I was extremely aroused. I gently held her hand, and then moved it to my pants, laying it on my erection. I was so horny.

She jerked in surprise when she felt my erection. She turned to me with surprise in her eyes. "No!" she said rather sharply, pulling her hand back. "I told you Craig, I won't take yours." She even seemed a little mad that I had asked, or perhaps that I had gotten excited by watching what she had done. Somehow, I sensed, that made her a little uncomfortable with herself; like it made it more real that she had just given oral sex to a man other than her husband.

That day, she was all over him (Derek was his name, we found out), asking about every fifteen minutes if he was ready again. True to her word, when Jason, the kid who had started everything and then sprayed in the salt water puddle tried to come around again, she yelled at him to stay away. However, for Derek, her favorite guy with the voluminous ejaculations, she was continuously supplicant. Every time he had any ability to get erect, he came near and she immediately, worshipfully took out his cock and put it in her mouth and made him come in her mouth. She obviously loved it, licking her lips in satisfaction every time. This happened four times that day. As the day wore on, she even started to look stronger, and... it was probably just my imagination, but Derek started to look weaker and weaker. Nevertheless, he was obviously so aroused by her that he kept coming back for more. Towards the end of the day, his erections were weaker and it seemed like he could hardly stand.

That first time this coupling happened between Karen and Derek, it was so early that everyone had been asleep. And the second time, a few guys noticed, but many were still sleeping. By the third time, however, it was boat-wide news. It was high noon, and there's not much privacy on a boat that small. When he came up and she started unzipping his pants, men all up and down our row stopped and stared. Though Karen did not remove her dress like she had the previous times, everyone could see what was going on. Further, they all knew he was not her husband. All the men who noticed were nudging the guys next to them, and soon everyone on the boat seemed to be watching Karen give this man a blowjob. 

There was an odd silence on the lifeboat, and Karen seemed to notice. While she was on her knees, running her sexy lips up and down over Derek's cock, I saw her eyes kind of go sideways, looking around beside her at all the men staring at her. She seemed alarmed at first, but soon seemed not to care, and continued focusing all her attention on his cock and coaxing another nourishing load out of him. As I said, the situation seemed to have removed all sense of normalcy or norms of behavior or inhibitions. All that stuff just paled in the face of the situation.

After Derek ejaculated the third time, Karen sat back on her heels, looking down and wiping one precious drop of come that had fallen onto the top of her left breast. As she raised this wiping finger into her mouth and sucked on it, she saw that everyone was staring at her, and more immediately, that the taller young man who'd sprayed on her chest the night before had walked up, and had his erect cock out of his pants already, stroking it. He held it in front of her face, as Derek was pulling up his pants and sitting down.

She was surprised for a second, then eyed it hungrily, as a drop of pre-cum was already dangling from the tip. She was about to lean forward and take it in her mouth immediately, when she sort of looked around, and suddenly became aware of all the eyes watching her. Basically, every man in the boat was watching, and moreover, all the men within a ten foot radius of her probably all had erections. I'm guessing everyone in the boat, including me, were hard in their pants, with two exceptions. One was not in his pants but out in front of her face. One, Derek's was flaccid from his recent orgasm. 

For a split second, she seemed shy. Like a piece of her old self had come to the surface for a moment, wilting under all that 'pointed' male sexual attention. But then, she eyed that drop dangling from the tip of the cock in front of her face, and saw it was about to fall to the ground. Panicked, she lunged forward and put her tongue under it, then took the whole cock in her mouth. The young man tilted his head back and moaned loudly in pleasure.

"Yessss" he said softly, as she began bobbing up and down on his shaft. She sat on her bare heels and raised both hands, rapidly massaging his balls and the base of his shaft as she sucked. He was a young guy, and obviously this was an awful lot for him to take. He started orgasming in about thirty seconds. His whole body stiffened, and he thrust his hips forward into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged as she received the ejaculation.

"Mmm' she said quietly, swallowing quickly.

After he was fully done, she sat back again on her heels, and he quickly pulled up his pants and headed back to his seat. There was a pregnant pause, as she sat on her knees surrounded by dozens of aroused and erect men, many of them rubbing themselves through their pants. There was total silence, as they all stared at her, wondering what or if anything would happen next. However, no one seemed bold enough to move or do anything, and so after a half-minute of awkward silence, she slowly stood up and re-arranged her clothing, straightening the fabric and sitting down. One by one, the men averted their eyes and turned away.

Day 7

The next morning, I was feeling positively exhausted from hunger and thirst; our tiny rations of fish and water barely made a dent. Karen, however, seemed to be doing better. Immediately, in the morning, hungry, she went back to her two guys, waking them up with oral sex until each came in her mouth. She returned licking her lips. 

By the late morning, when everyone was awake, she told me, "God, I can't wait until Derek recharges; it's taking longer and longer each time; I'm starving. Plus, his...loads, his...um...deliveries, even though they were so big at first are definitely much smaller than they were at first."

She was clearly a little frustrated. She stood up and walked in front of Derek. All eyes of everyone in the boat followed her. She was now getting used to the attention. She kneeled down in front of him.

"Not yet," he moaned, obviously quite weak. "It's only been a few hours."

"But I want it now," Karen hissed, obviously frustrated and glaring at his face. "I'm so thirsty. You've been doing it less and less often."

"I can't help it; you're draining me. I just can't keep this up." He said exhaustedly.

All the men around were closely watching and listening to this conversation, with rapt attention. Suddenly, Jason, the young man who had started it all, the one who had come on the bench and then later had sprayed into a saltwater puddle, walked up and stood beside her where she knelt. He had an obvious erection inside his pants, and was rubbing it with his hand, staring at her body. Pretty bold of him, I thought, after the way she had told him to stay away from him. But, clearly, several days of watching her blow other guys was driving him crazy, and had emboldened him to give it another shot.

Karen only saw that someone approached, and, still on her knees, she turned to the side and looked expectantly straight at his crotch. Then, her eyes wandered up to his face. As soon as she realized who it was, a frown came across her face. "You! I told you, asshole, stay away fr-" she started to say, but looked down and stopped suddenly.

The young man had rapidly unzipped himself and pulled out his erect cock, holding it out; the tip just six inches from her right cheek. She stopped mid-sentence and just stared at the cock, so close, in silence. I think what grabbed her attention was that since he had been rubbing it for quite a while through his pants, not only was the tip wet, but the entire head was shiny and soaked with wetness, and even most of the way down the shaft. He had leaked so much, that it looked like it was about to drip off in two different places from the wet bottom of his cock.




Thirst



His need to kill unearthed a great darkness in his soul. He knew that his victim would not be missed by anyone. After all, she practiced unsavory deeds with any dirty old man she could entice as long as he paid her fee. She spent her nights selling her body and her days sleeping in her unnaturally darkened room, dreading the prospect of awakening to her reality. She sold her body for money. He thought that she did not enjoy it but she continued to do it anyway. 



The man's need to kill her went beyond mere lunacy and sadistic thrill. He wanted to rid the world of his parallel twin. She clung to him like a barnacle on a ship, rusting through to his soul. 

His car pulled up outside her luxury home. Not many lights were on inside. The man smiled to himself. He drove past her house and parked in the parking lot next to a small shopping center. At 1 am in the morning, he wasn't too worried about being seen. He quickly got out of his car and as he walked toward her house, he felt an unwanted feeling of arousal for her. He felt sickened by the mere thought of touching her intimately but the more he imagined himself in a sexual scenario with her, the harder his manhood became. He finally reached her house, crept behind the bush in the side yard, and moved to the back of her house. The swimming pool glittered in the darkness. He walked quietly to the side door and having disabled her alarm system earlier in the day while posing as a gas line technician so he did not worry about her alarm. He quickly picked her lock with the special tools he purchased illegally and let himself into her lair.

Quietly, he moved through her large kitchen into the large entry hall and then he began to climb the stairs. He shifted uncomfortably from his massive hardness between his legs. His need to possess her or simply fuck her brains out grew to an incredible intensity. Finally, he reached her bedroom and turned the knob of her door slowly. 

It was as she laid in wait for him. She laid naked on her large king size bed. Her white, creamy skin sharply contrasted with the black silky sheets. When his eyes met hers, she smiled seductively at him.

"I knew you were coming to me tonight, Conrad. I could feel you in fact."

Instead of the rage that he thought he'd feel when faced with her nakedness, he felt instant arousal. He moved toward her, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. She parted her red, voluptuous lips and flipped her long black hair behind her neck, exposing her white, creamy breasts. Her breasts would overflow in his large hands, he thought to himself. He could almost feel her hardened nipples against his palms.

"Drop the gun, Conrad and come to me," She demanded.

Conrad dropped the gun beside the bed and walked toward her. He did not feel in control of himself. His hatred for her seemed to leave him the instant he saw her lying naked on that bed. 

"Undress for your mistress."

Conrad obeyed and removed his shirt, then his shoes and last his pants. He now stood before her naked and very hard.

"Touch yourself!" 

"Yes, mistress," Conrad whispered.

His hand grabbed his member hard and began to stroke himself. His knees quivered slightly.

"You want to be pleasured, Conrad. I can tell."

"Yes, mistress."

"But first, I need something." She said.

"Yes, anything, mistress."

The woman smiled. "You are such a good man, Conrad. Now, come to the bed." She lie back on the bed and spread her legs wide exposing her dark, wet pussy to him. "I need your tongue on my pussy, Conrad! Now!"

Conrad obeyed and moved toward her on the bed. He darted his long tongue and began to lick his mistress. She was already very wet. She tasted wonderful. Conrad could not get enough of her tasty juices. He could tell by her squirming on the bed that she was ready to orgasm. He grabbed her hips and moved her closer to his mouth so he could stick his tongue in her wet hole. She grabbed his hair and pulled slightly but Conrad ignored the pain.

"Now, fuck me, Conrad."

Conrad climbed on top of his beautiful mistress and inserted his hard cock inside her. She was wet and warm and Conrad felt ecstasy flow through his body the moment he entered her. 

"Harder, Conrad!"

Conrad pumped into her harder and harder and as he began to climax, his mistress reached up and sank her fangs deep into his throat and drank from him. The sensation of his teeth buried in his neck drove Conrad over the edge. As his blood flowed into her mouth, Conrad came and he came hard. Then, he tried to move off her but she held him tightly as she fed. Suddenly, Conrad felt fear as his heart beat quickened. His mistress continued to feed and he was powerless to get away. As Conrad faced certain death, he thought of that old saying, "Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly."



Thirst



In the obsidian blackness of the night, I wander, seemingly without purpose. The casual onlooker would not remember me for I am easily forgotten to those who do not know the real me. I pass many people, old and young, beautiful and bland. They mean nothing; I am searching for just one. 

In the harsh neon lights of the town I now find myself in, I see her, standing there, waiting. For me? I know she will deny it, say she waits for no one and yet, she's clearly waiting. 

I stand in the shadows watching her. Her perfection and immense beauty stills me, well most of me. I feel the pull of her gravity and I wonder what it would be like to fall into it completely. 

I see her eyes.... wow, she pissed off and yet still beautiful, even in her anger.

Then a man and I growl low in my throat as this fool approaches my delicious vision. His hands reach for her as though he is worth her touch and for a moment, there seems more than anger in her eyes. I catch it on the breeze, mixed with her own scent and her perfume; it's the hint of fear. 

Stepping in perfect silence from the shadows, I cross to her as his hands take an uninvited liberty. She yells, strikes out at him and I reach her side as he is about to react. 

A hushed silence falls over us all and I extend my hand slowly for her to take. He steps back, he knows me, he is one of the few to know my truth and he apologises rapidly, falling over his words as he runs away. 

She begins to question me, 'where have I been? Why am I late?'

I press my finger against her lips, pour eyes burning together and her questions are gone. I lead her silently away, holding her hand softly as we walk into the darkness.

Through her soft skin, I can feel everything, the steady beat of her heart that slowly increases with each step. We move away from the noise and the lights and bustle of the town. I want her all to myself for what is to come. We end up in a small park, the only sound is her heartbeat. It pounds in my ears and I feel it through her hot hand.

On a small bench at the furthest, darkest corner, I guide her to the seat, my fingers softly stroking her neck as I move behind her. I hear her breath catch in her throat as I feel the change in me, the longing for this beauty swiftly becomes a need and I kiss her perfect neck gently. Suddenly she gets to her feet and pushes me back against a wall, kissing me deeply. There is nothing more, I turn her roughly and smell the sweet aroma of her blood as her sleek back is grazed against the rough brick. She gasps at the pain but it is soon forgotten as I press into her, nibbling her neck softly. She begs me then, begs me to take her once more. 

I rip at her skirt, pulling it up and exposing her wet cunt to the air. Her scent overwhelms me and I give her what she wants as I take what I need. 

Her perfect, wet folds welcome my fingers, its tightness pulling me in as I sink my fangs into her neck. She moans but from what I cannot be certain.

The pumping of her heart quenches my thirst and I drink deep from my goddess as I match her heart rate with my own.

I feel her go limp in my arms and I support her delicate weight, never relenting in my thrusts as I guide her gently to the grass. 

I consider making her mine for eternity and yet it feels wrong. To turn one without ever having spoken a word to her is madness, even I know that. 

Instead, I take my fill, feeding completely from her life fluid before rapidly closing the wound on her neck and feeding more urgently from the juices of her passion.

She screams into the night as my lips and tongue play her clit, my fingers pounding into her dripping cunt. 

I feel and taste her imminent orgasm before it arrives and as I feast greedily on her clit, she cums hard, her juices flowing, hot and delicious down my throat.

As she rides out her orgasm slowly, I long to make her mine until the end of time. 

Instead, I help her to her feet, covering her wonderful sex regretfully. I hold her silently, watching her amazing eyes as she seems to search mine. She tries to look deep into me, succeeding in only looking confused. There is nothing there, no soul for her to see. 

All that is there is her, she's is literally my life. Without her, I would starve and do for there is no other now from whom I would feed, no one could make me feel this alive. 

As we return to town, she snuggles in close to me and I relish her warmth. Outside the bar, she smiles sadly; she knows this is where she says goodbye. Our lips meet, hers warm and delicious, mine, cold and covered in her.

Walking away, I know she feels my eyes burning into her as she enters the pub. She pauses and turns, blowing me a kiss before leaving my life again for another month.

Returning to my own kind within the shadows, a voice congratulates me on my choice of victim. 

"You say victim... I call her my saviour." I reply coldly, before disappearing completely into the darkness.