2 comments/ 13784 views/ 2 favorites Nosferatu By: NightOwl64 ------------------------------------------------- WARNING! This is adult oriented fiction of a strong sexual nature. If you are under 18 years of age or easily offended by such material, then click your browser's BACK button now. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author's permission first. ------------------------------------------------- Humboldt, Bavaria 1784 The moon burns bright in the black, restless sky. Outside the room, a cool autumn wind whips through the brittle leaves that blanket the ground. On an antique four-poster bed lies a young woman, naked and tightly bound, her limbs stretched apart and fastened to each post with black silk. The moonlight spills through an open window near the bed and bathes her naked flesh in its glow. Her long red hair is tossed over her shoulders onto the pillows around her. She is in a deep but restless sleep, drugged by one of His servants and left alone in the darkness to seal her dark and inevitable fate. Suddenly, the heavy curtains shudder slightly, then become still again. A cool mist creeps into the room through the open window and crawls like a heavy fog along the floor. The sleeping girl becomes restless, her wrists twisting against the silk bindings that imprison her. Tendrils of gray fog wrap around the bed posts. The girl moans quietly as it creeps over the bed and embraces her helpless body with its soft caress. Then the mist pulls away, as quickly as it had entered. The floor creaks, and in the far corner of the room the dark figure of a man appears. He stands motionless, while taking in his surroundings. He is a remote, majestic figure, shrouded in a long black cloak hanging loosely off his broad shoulders. Moving toward the dresser, he passes one hand over an unlit candle and it sparks to life. The candlelight seems to flow through his body and there is no reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark figure glides silently across the bare wooden floor and stops at the foot of the bed. The young girl cries out softly, knowingly. She is aware of his presence, even in the depths of her slumber. He studies her form -- the soft swells of her young breasts, the blush in her cheeks, the hair splayed out on the pillow. She is warm, and so full of life. The servant had chosen well. His unblinking eyes draw downward to the neatly trimmed mound between her open thighs. Two desires began to burn within him, one ancient, and the other ageless. He raises his arms and allows the cloak to fall behind his shoulders. He is completely nude, his body is lean but not sparse, his muscles are both powerful and sensual. Taking a deep breath, he slowly rises from the floor. The young girl's breathing becomes irregular, gasping as if she were trying to wake herself up. The black cloak flutters wildly behind him as he glides over the bed, their bodies almost touching. His long shaft is fully erect. The girl squirms, turns her head from side to side, and struggles weakly with her bindings. He gazes into her eyes, and presently she grows calm, her fears chased away and replaced with deadened sleep, and something else -- a longing that has been buried deep within the darkest recesses of her soul. He slides his hand across her breasts, she shivers from his ice-cold touch, her nipples become taut and erect. He lowers himself upon her, relishing the warmth of her young body. The wind outside howls like someone screaming in pain, the curtains in the window snap violently, but the girl is lost in her own dreams. In her mind's eye, she is in the arms of a magnificent warrior in glittering armor and burgundy robes -- the man he once was before his Becoming. Her full lips part in a smile. He reaches up to touch her soft neck in a gentle caress, she beckons him with a hot sigh. He bares his fangs and nibbles the soft flesh at the base of her breasts, kisses the soft contours of her ribs, the flat plane of her belly, then leans back and gazes down at her young sex. In less than a moment, he quickly moves and bites down hard into the smooth muscle of her inner thigh. The young girl cries out and writhes helplessly on the bed. Blood trickles, his eyes glow as he indulges in her taste, then he releases her. His tongue travels up her neck and to her mouth. She looks deeply into his eyes for the first time, seeing nothing but the fire within them. His fangs extended, their tongues dance and she tastes her own salty blood on him. Tracing the curves of her body with his hands, he kisses her, then with one quick thrust, forces himself inside her. The girl cries out passionately, pulling desperately at the silk straps, not in an effort to escape the intrusion, but only with the desire to embrace her lover. He works his massive organ deep within her, jerking her body back and forth. She rubs her thighs against his and pushes her breasts up to him invitingly. Leaning closely, he puts his lips against her soft, pulsing neck. His cold breath excites her and she rolls her head to accommodate him. The girl's thoughts cry out to him, Take me, my Lord! He stares directly into her eyes, full of terror and desire, his fingers wrapped around her throat as he answers, You are already mine. Then he hisses and sinks his long fangs into the soft, inviting flesh. A low moan escapes her lips. He drinks hungrily, feeling the girl struggle silently beneath him, her eyes begging for release as he slowly drains the life out of her body. A thin line of blood trickles down her neck and falls in tiny droplets onto the satin sheet. For a few moments the girl fights, both against and for his powerful grasp, then relaxes. Her heart beats once . . . twice and then remains still. He lifts his head from her swollen neck and continues to pump his cock deeper and deeper into her limp, lifeless body, violating her even after death. He presses his chest against her still-erect nipples and feels the warmth in her slipping away. Then one final trust until the earthly need within him is satisfied. The Master slowly rises and unties the silk bindings from the young girl's wrists and ankles, looking down with pity at the body sprawled on the bed like an unwanted ragdoll. Her pale eyes look up at him as if begging to take her with him. He stands back, and holds the dead girl's gaze for another long moment, then disappears into the mist as it slides out of the room. End Nosferatu Ch. 01 Nosferatu Ch. 01: The Beginning The steam rises from the damp, dark street. Your running, panicked…not sure what is pursuing you. You hear the heavy sound of boots on the cobblestone streets. The thumping is right behind you. The faster you run in your bare feet, night gown flowing behind you, the closer the footsteps become. The cold air and the panic awakens your senses...you are aware of everything around you. Your skin has goose pimples, the hair on your the back of your neck stands on edge. Your nipples are taught against the sheer material of your gown. You have been chased by this thing before...never catching a glimpse of him. But tonight is different. You cant seem to escape. tonight, you know what will happen. Tonight you are going to die. You turn down an alley. You have been running so long you are exhausted and are lost. The fear sticks in your throat and the sound of the boots seems to be right behind you. Your turn to look. Still nothing. Your turn back around, and slam into a stone wall. The wall is cold and damp, like the air around you. Your turn, back to the wall and see the one who has been stalking you. He seems to be about 6 foot, lean but muscular. He is dressed all in black, with a long black trench coat. You cant seem to get a good look at his face. You strain your eyes, and just as you start to make out his dirty blonde, spike hair he is gone. Relief washes over you. Relief that is soon replaced by the familiar, exciting panic as you feel your body pressed against the cold stone wall. Your arms are held out, and slightly over your head. Your feel a warm breeze of mist wash over you, as your gown is ripped from your body, leaving you naked, your ass pressed against the stone. You hear a deep chuckle. "lovely body" You feel a presence with you but you cannot seem him. The deep voice returns as you feel a tongue slowly kissing your mouth...you find yourself kissing back. "I love your tits Shannan" you moan, losing yourself in the passion of a lover you cannot see. "They are so ample, so full. They are a sign of life Shannan. How i would love to suckle from them" You feel a mouth on your left nipple. It licks the outside, causing it to harden further, straining against your skin. It begins to suck gently at first, then harder. You being to lactate, feeding this essence your mother's milk. The whole time, still engaged in the kiss. "Your womb Shannan...your pussy. I bet it is lovely. I bet it is warm....i bet wet...i bet it is a haven for men." You moan louder...feeling you shaven pussy growing wetter as u kiss and nurse this being. You've never made love a before, and could not imagine it feeling like this. You feel a gust of warmth over your pussy. You feel it invaded, with a slow thrusting. its bigger, more electric than any cock you've ever felt before. You feel yourself moving with it. Its as if a thousand hands are moving with you, a thousand tongues are licking you and a thousand cocks are fucking you. The feeling is beginning to overload your sensations and u feel your orgasm approaching. You feel the tongue gently licking your mouth. Your feel the tongue lapping at your nipple as u nurse it. You feel the cock pumping in and out of you. All this builds to a crescendo as your body quakes from with in you, sending u into a shockwave of orgasm after orgasm, three right on top of the other. The force licking you, kissing you lets go, causing you to collapse on to the street. The steam builds up again and suddenly, you see the cloaked figure, walking away into the night. "I will come for you soon my love" the deep voice speaks to you, as if from within your head. The alarm clock rings. Its your first day7 of college and you wake up in your dorm room. What a dream you think, as you jump our of bed and go to your sink to brush your teeth. You hear the sound of heavy boots....panic rushes in your head as you peak out the door, and notice an ROTC guy wearing combat boots walking up to his girlfriend's room. Your breath a sigh of relief and move toward your mirror. "that dream was so vivid" you think to yourself. "I hope I didn't wake my roommate" you think to your self. Its at that moment that your notice a scrape on your elbow..the kind of scrape gotten from a fall on a cobblestone street...... Nosferatu Ch. 02 Nosferatu 2: Encounter You awaken from your sleep to a cold room. How did it get so cold???? You look at the alarm clock by your bed....1:42...and you have a test tomorrow. Happy fucking Halloween. The light in the hall bleeds under your door, allowing you to see the steam from your breath in the morgue-cold room. You reach down to your feet, attempting to reach the covers you accidentally kicked off of you in the night. They wont budge, they feel as if cement blocks were tied to them. You feel a strong, not forceful hand pushing you the bed. You stare in horror as your shirt is slowly ripped open by this invisible being, exposing your bare breasts, nipples erect, trying to conserve the heat in your body. The hand rips open your panties, exposing your bare pussy. Your close lay beside u as if you've been filleted like a fish. You being to panic and feel a another force inside you, trying to push out. Your tits engorge in front of you. You detect a strong coppery scent in the room. You feel your body bursting...and it does. Your tits begin lactating again...but the fluid leaking is not the cream colored mother's milk you would have expected. Your raise the warm fluid to your mouth and wretch at the taste of blood. The more afraid you become, the more the blood flows from your perked nipples. It is flooding now....and you feel it between your legs, as it pours from your vagina. You find yourself moving in it, wallowing as pleasure and horror mix. You feel the warmth flowing out of you, past your clit, then splashing back in, against it. The blood fills the room...covering up to your bed..up your body....you take a deep breath and it covers your face...drowning you.... ------------------------------------------------- Your alarm beeps waking you from the fitful sleep you've experienced. You breath a sigh of relief when you realize the covers are securely tucked around your neck. You pull them off and roll out of bed. Your heart stops as your t shirt and panties remain behind, due the the long, perfectly straight tears in the front. You're standing stark naked in the cold room when your roommate walks in. Roxanne notice the torn clothing.."must have been some dream," she jokes. You dive back into bed, embarrassed and perplexed. "Umm yea" "well get dressed sweety....classes are canceled today and we have some costume shopping to do" "Why are classes canceled," you ask. "Well, the rumor is that some students have come up missing, but I think the administration just wants a long weekend. But who am I to complain." "Gimme a minute." You gather your toiletries and head for the shower. You step in and turn the water on hot. The steam billows out of the shower, but you still feel gold, down to your soul. You turn, your back to the spray. The mist has fogged up the plexi glass door..your wipe in clean with your wet hand. You notice, as the steam rebuilds...it develops into a deliberate pattern. You knees go week when you discover the silhouette of the man in the black trenchcoat. From behind you, from within you, you hear his voice..deep...strong "don't worry love. We will be together very soon." You scream, falling to the floor.....Roxane bursts through, ripping the shower door open. :Are you all right?" She cradles your wet body in her arms/ "Yea..." you say " I am fine..." obviously lying. Roxanne helps you up and you eyes lock...a period of awkwardness ensues and her lips go to meet yours. Your turn away. "We better get read to leave," you say, not sure what to make of the situation. ------------------------------------------------- You and Roxanne arrive at the party. Its being held in huge old house a the far edge of campus. You have decided to go as a french maid. The outfit is very tight, pushing your bust and glorifying your ample tits. The skirt is high showing off your shapely ass and perfect legs. The costume comes complete with a feather duster. The party is rocking already, and its not long before you find yourself tipsy and flirting with everyone. Techno is playing and the beat and pulse go through you. Every move you make seems to be to the music. You dance through the room...hands seem to be everywhere, guys and girls brush pass you, some give your ass a little squeeze. The guys are all your age and not holding your fancy. You have an animalistic sensation running through you. You are a predator and your looking for your prey..your just not sure what your hunting. Then you see him. He is taller, brown hair. Looking at you from across the room. Suddenly, your the prey. He stares at you as he leans against the wall. he is wearing a blood red open collared shirt and black leather jacket...one with a European style to it. You dance over to him, as if drawn. He stands still as you hook your hand behind his neck...dancing for him, wanting to show him all that you have. You feel so confident in the power of your sexuality...more confident than you have ever been. Your body dances up and down...he watched intently, showing little or no reaction in his face. Your arch your back like a cat and slither up his body. your turn round, flipping your skirt up and giving this stranger an excellent view of your ass, spilling out of your thong...your rub it up and down hi s crotch...u feel his cock stiffen in his black linen pants. "This is my house," we whispers in your ear..the voice somewhat familiar..."why don't I show you around. he grabs you by the wrist and leads you upstairs by the wrist. His walk his calm, deliberate. Your heart is racing. He leads you into a grand, Gothic looking Master bedroom. It has a four post bed with intricate carvings in the wood and on the posts. He turn around and kisses you roughly as the door slams shut. The slam sends a shiver up your spine. His kiss is sweet, intoxicating...entrancing. He rips your blouse as your tongues wrestle. he is so rough, so demanding....exactly what you need and exactly what you didn't know you wanted. He pops your bra off with ease, exposing your milk white tits. he pays them the desired attention, licking one nipple in and sucking, the the other. With his other hand he snaps your thong off, causing a bit of pain in the process. He finger roughly probes her soaked pussy. "You awfully tight" he says in the voice you know from somewhere, "your a virgin aren't you?" You blush..."no" "Don't lie to me lover...I can tell when you lie. Aren't you." You nod. "Invite me in...do you want me?" You do...in spite every instinct in your body, you want this perfect stranger to fuck you. You feel so alive with him..brave and afraid at the same time. You nod. "Not good enough princess..tell me." "I ....want you." He backs away from you. Slowly he pulls his pants away. You cant help but explore your own pussy under your skirt as you watch. he slowly reveals the biggest, hardest cock you have ever seen. You want to lick it taste, but as you fall to your knees, he tells you. "Time for that later my dear," In a flash you recognize the voice. Its the man in the coat. "So I see you recognize me," he says. You want to run, but your don't. Instead you move to him, kissing him, pulling him with you until your up against the wall. He fills you mouth with his tongue. With surprising strength, he raises your lithe frame up by your ass, settling your virgin pussy onto his dick. At first it hurts....the pain of him entering..then you feel pleasure as he fills you to the brim. he lifts you up and down, slowly but surely, working your wet pussy over his cock. Its like nothing you have ever felt before. You feel waves of orgasms cumming over you. You feel him slowly kissing your neck, and your lost in the two intense feelings...one of him kissing you, the other of your riding his beautiful cock. You feel a pop on your...not unlike the one felt when he first entered you. Then you feel warm fluid running down your neck, his tongue lapping at hit. he looks at you, all the while still plunging his dick deep into your womb. His lips are covered in your blood. He kisses you. From somewhere inside you, you know not where, you get the courage to lower his lips back to your bleeding neck. He drinks from you as you pounce up and down on his dick..."yes, fuck me fuck me," you cry "drink me, fuck me." You cum as he does...you feel the electricity in your skin and you feel his dick exploding in you, washing your pussy in his cum Some of it seeps down your leg as he pulls out. You feel wonderful. You feel alive for the first time. He retrieves his pants. Pulls his boxers back over his wet cock. "You will come to me tomorrow Shannan," he grins, wiping your blood away "we will finish this." ------------------------------------------------- You wake up the next morning in your bed. For the third day in a row, you're not sure what is and what isn't a dream. you go to the sink, to brush your teeth. You pull your hair back and notice two little puncture wounds on your neck. You smile as you see your lovers face in the mirror. "Tonight, you will begin your reign with me." Nosferatu Ch. 03 Nosferatu 3: The Turning You get dressed and begin to head outside. You and Roxanne are going to get some coffee and do some shopping. You begin to head outdoors and you notice the sun, though hidden by clouds, is burning your eyes. You squeeze them shut, as you retrieve our sunglasses from your purse. "What are you going for the Audrey Hepburn look now?' Roxanne asks. No...just a little hung over...something i ate last night" You notice your thirsty...you drink your coffee and it doesn't help. You have a water and it curbs the pangs only slightly. You two walk in and out of the boutiques, picking out an item here, an item there. You finish a few hours later. Your walking back to the dorm when a voice from with in you beckons you..."tonight its time" You smile. Your surprised at yourself...at just how adjusted you have become to the changes in your life. You lay your new items on the bed, looking for something to wear tonight. You realize that every thing purchased is of the same shade....black. You select a black lace thong and climb into a tight black cat suit. Some thing you never, in your dreams would have worn out in public. "Damn girl" Roxanne says, "Halloween was last night." "I know" you giggle, "i have--plans." You hear the voice inside your head again. "its time" You throw a jacket over the tanked top of your cat suit and walk out. "By Roxy" You take a cab to the house the party was in. Its a stark contrast to the other night. It is dark, gloomy.....almost rickety. You walk in the creaky door. "Up here Shannan" You are greeted by a large, naked man, offering you a glass of red wine. You drink it slowly as you climb the stairs. it is thick and for the first time, you feel your thirst fade. You open the door to the room you instinctively know to go in and are taken aback at what you see. In a large chair...almost like a thrown, is your lover. Buried in his lap is a head of blond hair, bobbing up and down. Your lover is sucking on the nipple of a waifish Asian girl. he breaks away. "come...sit" he motions to a chair near his, and goes back to his nipple sucking. You get a good view of the blond. She has huge tits and is sliding his slick, huge cock out of her mouth, following with her hand. she buries her face in his pubic hair. Its obvious he is loving it. You see his face distort and he starts fucking her mouth. he groans loudly, shooting his cum into her mouth. You lick your lips, wanting a taste. The blond frees him and leans toward the Asian..they kiss. As they break slowly, you see a long stream of cum connecting two pairs of fangs protruding from these sexy vamps. As they pull away, the cum drops to his limp dick. "come, clean me" You are in his trance now. You walk over to him...crouch between his legs and begin cleaning his dick. It tastes salty, sweet. After he is clean, he stands up, slipping on a white robe. "Let me show you around" With that, several torches lighten the huge chamber...its flickering glow casting shadows all around. You look around the room and see a dozen or so, beautiful people, all engaged in one sex act or another....it takes your breath away. "Come my love" He leads you toward a bed. "I want you to be one of us....to live a life of pleasure for an eternity." "I will" Your surprised when you hear yourself saying it. "You have let me in. I have fed off of you. But that is not enough. You are to be queen of our brood. You must become one of them. There is a ritual." The two girls from before come to you, and remove your jacket. the others gather around. A short red head comes in front of you and kisses your gently. "Phoenix is my name" you hear as your tongues intertwine. You have never kissed another woman before and it is wonderful. so gentle and slow. The two girls slowly unzip the back of your cat suit, pulling it down slowly. Phoenix leads you out of it. You are now standing in only a thong in front of 5 guys and 7 girls you have never seen....and you are not shy..you are brazen...u own them. Phoenix drops the silk robe she was wearing. she has pale, soft skin. Pert breasts. Your eyes cannot help but follow down he lithe body to the small clump of fire covering her vagina. She steps into you,,,,your nipples touch, sending a psychic jolt through your bodies. You now know everything bout her. You kiss again as she leads you to a king size bed, satin sheets...blood red, covering it. she lays your back and begins licking your pussy. MM..she knows just where to hit it, rolling you clit in her mouth, sucking it in. You open your mouth to moan and feel a hot member thrust in it. You open your eyes and see one of the men, thrusting his cock into you..the others are gathering around. You notice your love, in a chair drinking a glass of wine, stroking his cock with one hand. You bring your attention back to Phoenix, the top of her head eating you...pushing you closer and closer into orgasm. You feel the cock in your mouth begin to jump. The dick springs free, letting his seed spring forth..you notice the think cream shooting from him is red...its blood. Your dive your head closer...drinking every drop..being quenched You cum as your suck him into you. Phoenix rolls off of you. You see a man lying next to you and you instinctively roll onto him....impaling your self like a stake, onto his hard cock. You slid in easy, lubricated thanks to Phoenix' tongue. he is so big...not as big as the masters, but he is stretching you. You look at the master...his dick being sucked by one of his young, male vampires. Its so taboo, it turns you on...lubricating your pussy. You feel a breath on your ass. You look back, you see an older Vamp...brunette, maybe thirty five licking your ass.....you have never felt anything like it. her tongue dives deep into you, as she help you fucking the man beneath you. She fucks you faster and faster, causing you to cum again. the man beneath you does the same. his red seed seeps from your quim, caught expertly by the woman behind you. She slides from under you, and the man formerly sucking off the master replaces her. He slowly lubes your ass and you grimace as you feel the Head of his penis puncture your rectum. he buries himself to the hilt...you feel the burning rising up in you. Once buried he rolls over, you on his stomach, your cunt exposed to the air. you see another of the vampire coming to you, stroking his cock. before you can protest he enters you. the feeling is ungodly...like you are bing slip in to. You bite your lip...causing a trickle of blood to ooze...the vamp on front of u expertly licks up. The alternate thrusts....in and out in and out...you feel your whole body coming alive in the passion. You feel an orgasm rip through you. You are vaguely aware of the two men kissing as they come to. You pass out. You awaken with the master between your legs, licking you gently tenderly, sucking your clit into his mouth. The others are around you, fondling each other. They are bleeding, and they offer the blood to you, which u lap up hungrily. You feel the orgasm building and your are gently touched, nurtured..it builds inside of you. as you come close, you feel your teeth begin to sharper...the closer it gets you feel blood seeping from your nipple, your mouth. it is consumed. Your rip in half, the orgasm that has building in you for 20 years, You lay panting, your master's mouth covered in your blood as he has fed off your femoral artery. "you are one of us now." Nosferatu Ch. 04 Nosferatu Ch. 04: First Hunt (You walk into a club just off campus. You and a few of your new "friends" The master has sent you out on your first hunt. You are dressed in leather pants, a black tank top and a short leather jacket. Your long blond hair has been cut short and died jet-black. This is the new you...the Vamp who has finally escaped her prison. You survey the room...the music pumping through you. You scan the room...looking for a meal. You think you see one. You move up to me, “a handsome enough guy,” you think to yourself. "So what’s your name you ask," making small talk. He has light brown hair, great eyes...."definitely a catch if the OLD Shannan were here." you say to yourself. "Jim" I say. We make small talk. I get the strangest feeling that tonight will be a life-changing event. Our faces move close together, trying to hear over the music. "I am going to get something to drink." I hear your red lips say. You saunter off, swinging your hips. I feel myself fall into a trance not sure if I have control over my own actions. I watch your hips swinging away from me as you walk toward the bar. You stop and reach down to pick something off of the ground. As you bend down, your leather jacket lifts up, revealing a tattoo on the small of your back, trailing down to your ass. It is an intricately decorated black cross. Before I know it, you’re back with me. "So...you want to get out of here?" You ask. “You want to.” A voice in your head, one that isn't your own, says you have no choice. You grab my hand and lead me out of the club, yelling something at one of your companions. You pull me into a black stretch limo. I try to kiss you and you push me away. "Not yet" you say. We drive in silence. You look at me as if you want to consume me. I feel my dick grow, the heat from my crotch increases. You can tell how hard I am, your eyes drop to the tent in my pants and you lick your lips, looking at me. We reach your chamber, and few words are spoken. You dive into me, falling into a kiss...a hungry exchange of two beings consuming each other. I lay supine on the bed. You pull away, smiling at me. "He will be mine," you say to yourself. "Make it so" the master replies. You remove the leather jacket, slowly, seductively. I slowly match you, move for move, removing my shirt. You remove your blouse, revealing perfectly shaped breasts begging to be set free. You undo your pants, as do I, removing them. My dick springs into the air as your body is revealed. You have shapely legs, small mound of jet-black hair covering a jewel of a pussy. You climb onto me, out bodies pressed together. Your nipples press against me, as our tongues press in. As your nipples touch me, you make known to me all of you recent experiences and your change. Its as if you have downloaded your entire ordeal to me. I have never felt so alive and out of control. "I know what you mean," I hear you say, from within my own head. A shock of pleasure shoots through me, as you waste no time, impaling yourself onto my shaft. You exhale deeply, feeling me push deep inside your body. Your pussy is so wet, so warm, that I am penetrating you to the hilt immediately. You start to buck against me. You feel so good, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through us. You look at me as I watch your tits dance in my face through half shut eyes. You feel the wonderful sensation of an orgasm welling with in. Your ass begins to buck against me like a jockey on a horse. Your fingers dig deep into my chest, but I barely notice the blood as it begins to seep from my wound. And in my pleasure, in the intense sensation of your pussy throwing yourself up and down my shaft, I don't notice you licking my bloody chest. Your orgasm rips through you...and through me. I feel you cum and we share your orgasm, I feel the explosion within you, as if I am a part of you...it rips from inside me. What happens next has led me down the road I travel today. You turn around on my shaft, giving me an excellent view of your beautiful round ass as your pussy rides up and down me. I watch it...its perfect heart shape running through me. You are really working it. I can tell by the beads of sweat rolling down your spine, down past the tattoo, down the crack of your ass, over your asshole, revealing itself to me, as your rock back and forth. "God," I think to myself, "I would do anything to fuck this pussy for eternity." "That can be arranged," you say. Tonight, nothing surprises me, not even your verbal response to my thought. "Anything," I repeat, aloud. With that, your pace quickens, your ass and back sweating as it fucks me. You are fucking me, you are going to kill me, and I love it. You grunt as another orgasm rips through, this time, my seed pumping into you in several long, hard squirts. You climb up my body, reaching down to your cunt and collecting my semen with your finger. You bring it to my lips, letting me taste our essence. “Its time," the master tells you, "to make him ours." I wake up to you kissing down my body. My dick springs to life. You take me deep into your mouth, causing me to moan and offer my cock to you. You suck me up and down, following with your hand up my now slick cock. You continue running my dick head through your fingers. "I am ready," you say to yourself. I feel your teeth on the artery running up my thigh. I gasp as it is punctured. I look down and see blood, my blood, soaking the bed and you lapping it up. It feels wonderful. You love the taste, the warmth, the life flowing past your lips. “Almost as good as the fuck,” you say to yourself. I stare in erotic shock at you lapping my blood all the while jacking me off. With each pump you make on my dick, it forces more blood out, and into your mouth. I am so close to cumming. You use blood to lube my dick, covering it in gore. “Cum baby...and this will be our future for eternity." I cum....shooting it up and over you My cum lands onto your naked shoulders as your drink. It mixes with my blood. “What a treat,” you say, licking it up. "You are mine, love." "I am yours," I murmur, as I pass out from the pleasure....