4 comments/ 62058 views/ 9 favorites Strain-V By: MaxSebastian Strain-V He turned, now, to see the priest and choir entering. The organist struck up a suitably solemn tune and the service was beginning. As he watched the choir in their red cassocks and white surplices processing slowly up the nave of the chapel, he caught sight of the young blonde girl, who he had rescued from the frat boys. The sight of her caused him to involuntarily gasp - had she really done that to him afterwards? She was so beautiful. What was she doing there? Had she been a friend of Sophie's? She was sitting at the very back of the chapel, as far away from the frat boys as she could, on the same pew as another guy, an African-American the same age as her, and a fifty-ish man dressed all in black, with slick-back black hair. She was dressed in a smart suit, as were her pew companions. The suits looked slightly official on them: beyond the normal student get-up, it made them look like federal agents - perhaps left over from an episode of the X-files. Who was she? She didn't look like a student, at least apart from her age. Turning back, he felt an inappropriate stirring of his cock in his pants - please, not now. This was his sister's memorial service, for Heaven's sake. But it was hard to keep his mind away from what had happened the previous night - damn it, she was so beautiful. Maybe he'd dreamed all of that part of the evening. "In nomine Christi, amen," said the priest as the robed church people took their places, and the service was begun. It was a moving and painful hour, in which Miles shed more than a few tears and Sophie's friends paid poignant and touching tribute to the bright, happy girl who had been popular and intelligent. It took his mind off the strange events of the evening before, and was an important part of what psychiatrists might term closure. When, at last, the service was over and the priest and choir processed back down the nave of the chapel, Miles noticed that the blonde girl - and her two companions - were gone. Strain-V Quietly, he took a new route, walking down streets that few people used, taking a long, looping itinerary that crossed in on itself and took her around in circles. There was no doubting that she was following him. At last, he went round a corner and then suddenly stopped, pressing himself against the wall of the chemistry lab block, waiting for her. Sure enough, she wondered around the corner and saw him there. It was clear that she wasn't expecting him to be there: he made her jump, in fact. "Why are you following me?" he asked her calmly. "You - " She was dressed all in black – her suit formal, but attempting to make her look insignificant, to blend in with the crowd. It didn’t do it very well, though. "You weren't exactly subtle about it," he said. "Who are you?" "I - " she said, and suddenly gasped as he swung her around and pressed her hard against the wall of the building, padding her down to check her pockets. She was clearly a little shaken up by his treatment of her: and as far as he was concerned, he was glad. She was a menace – and, possibly, much worse than that. There were a lot of sick people on the streets of America, after all, and colleges were by no means safe from them. In one of her pockets – her inside jacket pocket – he found a black leather case - little more than the size of a wallet - inside which were four silver and glass syringes, full of a transparent fluid. "Hmm… I believe we've found some evidence," Miles said. "You don't understand," she said, and he could see something like fear in her pretty blue eyes. "No, apparently I don't." "I just wanted to talk to you," she said, looking around her, clearly to see if anyone else might come to her aid. "Talk to me... or fill my blood stream with whatever... chemical you've got there?" "Look," she said, trying to dispel her fear in order to show him she meant business. "You don’t understand. I work for the government…” The words of Jake were ringing in his ears now - she's been hanging around campus for a while, now - since your sister died – and he felt the tears welling up around his eyes. Had this strange, sick, twisted girl managed to inject something into his sister? What he was going to do he did not know, but the girl took advantage of the emotions suddenly overwhelming him – she somehow wriggled free before he could get a grip on her in that smooth suit. He took a few paces to try and catch her, but she was quick – athletically quick – her short skirt helping her in her desperate dash for freedom. In his hands, he still held the set of syringes. Strain-V “Jake – you’ve got it wrong – “ he said, but he could see none of them were going to believe or listen to him now. Those freaks had ruined it for him. His one refuge from loneliness. The family he craved. All gone. “We’re going to drain you,” Jake said with deep, dark menace in his voice. “We’re going to drain you like we drained your scrawny, try-hard sister.” Suddenly, a whirlwind of raw shock swept through him, it felt as though his stomach had been filled with boiling oil, his body was wrenched with surprise and pain. They had killed his sister. Poor Sophie had no doubt refused to join them, like him. The bitterness on Jake’s face was clear. “Kill him,” Jake said coldly, and the henchmen closed in on him. Strain-V “Afterwards,” she said. “You’ll have to help me recover, you know.” “How would I do that?” “You can decrease the chances that I’ll die if you give me some of your life force when you have taken from me. Balance it out.” Miles pulled off his top - far nicer to have skin-on-skin contact with her while he saw to her needs. Looking up at Bailey’s eyes, he saw a seriously fiery expression on her face. “But if you’re too weak to feed from me…” he said. “It’ll be up to you,” she said, running her hand through his hair. “You can donate through intercourse too, you know, though incidentally, a female cannot donate through intercourse since no fluid goes into the male’s body. But it works this way round.” “Well then,” he smiled. “That will be something to look forward to.” Gently, he kissed his way along one of Bailey’s firm inner thighs. It was strange, he would normally have begun with a bit of fooling around, kissing, touching, removing clothes - not straight into the steamy side of things. But he sensed she was already beyond the point of arousal by a long way. And this was strictly business, of course. Kissing his way up her inner thigh, he tasted a slight saltiness on her skin – contrasting to the sweetness he still recalled from her finger - and getting closer to her delightfully trimmed pubic patch, Bailey’s scent hung heavy in the air. He kissed his way around the soft skin of her lower abdomen and her mound, edging closer to her open flower that glistened in the light of the candles. The air was saturated, so that every breath he took was filled with her fragrance - the blend of luxurious perfume blending with the raw spice of her untamed arousal. As his hot mouth moved down the crease between her legs and her crotch, he looked up to see the desire on her face, and she mouthed a plea for him to take from her what he needed. Creeping closer and closer to her labia, he tasted the first traces of her fresh moisture, which made her smooth pussy lips slippery, removing the friction and allowing his warm lips to slide over her flesh. Her tangy juices were strengthened by the saltiness of perspiration, and at last as he reached the soft pinkness of her inner labia, his mouth and tongue exploring her soaking groove, the build-up was over, and the real ride was beginning. He heard her moan louder than before now that his hot mouth smothered her sensitive vagina, his flexible tongue lapping at her free-flowing juices, which tasted so sweet, so perfect, with a strange kind of energy that he couldn’t quite determine but drove him on with ever heightened need. Bailey was warmed up considerably now, writhing and moaning as he lapped at her nectar, his tongue delving inside her pussy lips and swirling around the little pink bud of her clitoris to provoke her into louder moans, more intense heavy breathing. For a while, he slipped a finger inside her, to sample the smouldering wetness of her vagina and urge her on ever closer to her climax. He had the feeling that that was where the transfer would take place. He would probably have consumed enough of her come by now to slowly turn – but he didn’t want to waste any time here. If most of the life force was contained in the sexual fluids during the orgasm period, that was what he needed. Half his face seemed covered in her juices by now, though with his ever increasing hunger, he was doing his very best to lap up as much as he could. Perspiration also mottled his brow from the sheer heat and intensity of being there between her thighs. What an incredible experience. But now, Bailey’s whole body began to shiver and quake as his rhythm on her clit, his flicking touches across her labia and that finger caressing the inside of her vagina became almost too much for her to handle. Her hands crawled over his head, crushing him to her body as the explosive orgasm welled up inside her. At last, she yelled her sweet last, high-pitched and raw in her satisfaction and before she finally released him from his grip, he moved back to gently focus on her vagina, lapping up the flood as she came in his mouth. It was sensational, and sure enough that energy within her juices became so much more intense as she rose to her peak, like a beer compared to hard liquor. He felt something taking hold of his insides now, and it only drove him on to lick her and suck up her pussy juices with all the more fervour. “Oh God!” she cried as her body shuddered its last, and Miles felt the life force surge through his veins, reaching every cell in his body now. “Please…” she moaned quietly, and he realised she must be edging near danger, her energy levels dangerously low now as he fed from her. Quickly, he pulled away and stood up to almost tear off his remaining clothes. Bailey just lay there, breathing but silent, her legs apart, her pink folds still oozing her come. He was already hard as hard could be, and though she was tight around him she was already well lubricated. He glided inside her, making her moan in pleasure despite her weak state, and as he held open her legs, he filled her completely, pushing his cock all the way inside. He wasn’t here to give her another orgasm now, this was a real race. But he was so consumed by arousal, what with such wonderful intimate contact with this insanely attractive girl, it didn’t take long to reach his own climax, and he felt that blissful surge as his hot seed boiled up within him to be pumped inside Bailey’s tight vagina.