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VampMe

By: BrainVamp



First of all allow me to introduce myself. My name is Erin Banks, I'm eighteen years old and I go to high school. I have no brother or sister that I know of... I say that because I live with my dad. My mom, or that bitch, as we usually call her, left us when I was three and we haven't heard from her since. I have a boyfriend. His name is Mark, he goes to the same school as I do. We started having sex last summer. He tends to be quick shot, if you see what I mean. But I like it when he kisses me in the neck and he's sweet and well I think I love him. Yeah, I know, big words and everything. How could an eighteen year old know about love? Well maybe I do or maybe I don't but at least I love being around him and talking over the phone for hours with him and when we make love I feel a strong heat in my chest. Am I being too blunt talking about sex like this, out of the blue? Is it too crude for you? If I do I must apologize but it's not entirely my fault. You see, at the moment, I'm watching a vampire movie.

Where's the link? Well I'm a bit embarrassed to say, but I've always been turned on by vampires. Weird right? It's a secret I've never told anyone. It all started when I was around eleven. That evening my dad had to stay late at work. I was alone and bored so I started watching this old Hammer movie "Dracula A.D. 1972" with Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing. I don't know if you've seen it, if you haven't you should, it's a pretty good one. Anyway, at the beginning you have this scene where Dracula is brought back from the dead by his disciple and obviously the Prince of Darkness is hungry but his disciple has thought of that and he has this hippy girl with him - yes the story takes place in the seventies so there are hippies around. So the girl is bitten and she loudly shows her appreciation...

Imagine me all innocent and all, with my head up my butt, with a sticky fluid between my legs, with my heart racing, with this tall guy with a terrible dental hygiene looking at me through the thin glass of the TV screen... Quite an experience as you can imagine. And that was my first orgasm. Not that at the time, I knew what it was but since I had liked that so much, I did everything I could to replicate the experiment. So I am a big vampire movie fan and books and comics and role-playing games and pretty much anything that is related to the great fanged ones. I won't tell you that Edward Cullen can go fuck... I mean stake himself because I feel that you don't need to hear my point of view on that. You do understand me; there is dark side to vampirism, a part that Implies blood and sex, not the kind of bullshit that sparkles in the sunlight...

Anyway, for the last seven years I've tried to watch every single vampire movie out there. There's a lot of crap but from time to time you find a neat one. Either it has fangs, or lots of turning or even vampire sex... Sorry again with that... Anyway the one I'm watching right now is the lousy reboot of a remake from a great franchise that came out in the eighties. The plot holes are deep but with all the biting and hot vamps I must say that my own holes are soaked wet... Okay, if this is bothering you, you should go elsewhere because I'm not apologizing anymore for this.

So, the movie finishes. The hero and the heroine are humans again and they'll live happily, not forever but happily, and make many non vamp kids... Yey... I don't really care, I've peaked already during the scene were the girl who has just been turned by the old but pretty good looking vampire countess turns her boyfriend in a pool of blood and I'm dosing off in front of the end credits. My dad's off for the weekend, I think it´s work related, and Mark is busy somewhere doing something, so you can imagine that I am completely awake when I hear a key turning in our flat door. I jump to my feet, run to my room and close the door behind me. Fuck, I left my phone in the living room. I peak through the door but it´s too late, the intruder is already in. I lock the door. I try not to breath, I listen.

"Erin?"

I know that voice. Where do I know that voice from? I feel like it's a voice I hear everyday...

"Erin? Stop messing around, I know you're in here, I can smell you..."

Smell? What the... Wait is that my... My voice?

"Erin, you have to trust me, you have to open this door, you have to help me."

How can it be my voice?

"Go away," I say under my breath.

"I can't Erin; you have to help me, please..."

Fuck, fuck, fuck... What should I do?

I stand still. No noise coming from the other side of the door. I wait for a while and then a little more. Still no noise, nothing. I unlock the door and have a look. Nothing to the left, nothing in front of me, nothing to the ... Fuck!

I realize that I haven't told you about myself. I am a true redhead, yup true. I am a redhead up there; when I don't shave which is like ... err... every now and then, I'm a redhead under my armpits and of course I'm a proud redhead down there. I have freckles all over my face and body; as I grew up I wasn't too fond of them but now that everything is where it should be I must say that they do look nice, and Mark says they look so kawai - yeah, sorry about that but Mark can sometimes be a bit of an Anime geek. I have my curly hair straightened and I cut it short. My height is under average. I have tits, yey! They grew pretty late and it made me pretty worried when I was around sixteen. I'm a bit overweight. Oh, and I have what the French call a "grain de beauté" just above my pubis and I love my "grain de beauté". You get the picture. Now, I've been catalogued as a Goth at school. It's not that I actually follow the whole spirit of the thing but I do like wearing black. What can I say, it goes with everything, on every occasion and it's a bit vampy too, I have to confess.

Why do I tell you all this? Well it's because for the first time in my life I get to see myself "live". Not in a mirror, not in a picture or a video, live. In front of me, there's me. Same round but sweet face, same nice butt, same hair cut, same everything. Three little things diverge: I am much paler than me... That sounds weird but you get the drill... My eyes glow with a reddish tint. And my teeth, no wait not my teeth, my teeth aren't teeth they look much more like fangs... Yeah so I am pretty much you're standard vampire...

I fall back on my ass. I was already on all four so the fall isn't really painful, furthermore it's not my ass I'm worried about right now, it´s my... that thing, right there in front of me. Just like your typical crab, I crawl back into my room trying to close the door by kicking it. I'm not totally successful and the door opens to reveal... Yes, you guessed correctly: me as a vampire.

"Erin, please, don't be afraid, you have to trust me."

"..."

Yeah I could have been more explicit, more original but put yourself in my shoes: VampMe, or in this case I should say VampYou is standing in the doorway to your room. You would be terrified, right? Actually now that I think of it, the fact that I didn't scream my lungs out is a proof of high self control. Well that and the fact that I live in New York...

"What..."

No wait, that´s quite offensive.

"...Who are you?"

VampMe is looking a bit embarrassed.

"It´s a bit complicated... I am you... Sort of..."

"..."

"I am ... you"

Seeing VampMe insecure like this makes me feel more ... secure.

"Well that´s clear, but how come you are me?"

"As I said, it's complicated."

"Well then uncomplicate it!"

"Yes, yes of course... But are you sure you don't want to sit and have a drink or something?"

"Yes, you're right..."

I stand, she doesn't move, I don't move. We are staring at each other. She realizes she's in the way and she takes a few steps back. I step into the living room. We hesitate, observing each other with great attention.

"Oh fuck this," I say taking the lead towards the kitchen.

I open the fridge; my hand goes for the orange juice. I stop in mid air. I grab a beer. Tonight I need something stronger.

"What can I get you?" I say

"Err... nothing," VampMe answers.

"Oh yes... right... So... You drink blood?"

"I ... think so."

"You think?"

"Yes, well, I'm not sure... I haven't drunk ... blood. But I'm fucking thirsty..." VampMe says looking at my neck.

"Ah..." I answer trying to cover it as well as I can.

"We'll see what we can do about that... later..."

We stare at each other in yet another awkward silence.

"Okay so... Why don't you try to uncomplicated this you are me and I am you situation." I say opening the beer to try to give me some composure.

"Okay so... let's start from the beginning... "

"Yes?"

"Two hours ago I woke up in a dumpster three blocks south from here. I knew I was you but at the same time I knew I wasn't you... I knew I wasn't the original, I mean. I also knew I was a vampire and I knew other things, for instance I knew that apparently, something you did last week has pleased a powerful entity who decided to reward you by bringing me to life or unlife, if you prefer."

Last week? What happened last week...? Could it be? No that's pure bullshit, but then again... Let me explain here. Last week I was with Mark and we were babysitting his little sister and as we went through his mom's things we found an Ouija board and we started playing around to scare the little sister. At some point it became a bit freaky as Mark started to move around the glass writing about granting wishes and all... Or at least I thought it was Mark, despite the fact that he denied it and that he insisted on saying it was me... Thing is that with Mark there and my new vampire DVD in my bag I was actually daydreaming... no, let's be honest, fantasizing about me being a vampire. I sort of wished I was a vampire... What part of that could have pleased the entity in question...beats me.

"Ah..." I answer.

"So you do something last week and I appear in a dumpster..."

"Ah... And you need my help for what exactly?"

"Well... I guess that if you created me you are sort of responsible for me, right?"

"Right... Sort of..."

Another awkward silence. We stare at each other. I do look fucking hot as a vampire... I don't know what she's thinking but I'm feeling extremely horny just by looking at VampMe. She leans over the table; I kind of do the same. Her lips part, mine too. Our mouths enter in contact. She's cold, so very cold. I'm wet, so very wet. Her tongue brushes against my teeth, caresses my tongue. My whole body is submerged by a wave of indescribable lust. She pushes me back, quite violently. My chair doesn't resist and I fall back against the floor of the kitchen.

"I can't," she says.

I stand on my elbows, my head is killing me, I must have hit something. I pass my fingers where it hurts. It's sticky, I look at my hand. There's blood. I look up; VampMe is staring at me with intense hungry eyes.

"Go away," she spits between her teeth.

I don't have to be told twice. I stand, exit the kitchen, close the door behind me, I go to the bathroom, close the door behind me, lock it... I look at my own reflection in the mirror. That's more how I like it: color to the cheeks, blood pumping below my skin, no devilish light behind my eyes...Human. There's blood pouring down my neck into my cleavage. I grab a towel and press it against my head.

"Erin? Are you all right?" VampMe asks through the door, "I think I have this under control. I won't bite I promise."

The tone of her voice is less than reassuring. But the kiss, the idea of having vampire fangs digging into my neck, having the creature's hands all over my body, exploring my cavities, caressing me... Stop, stop, stop...

"I'll be out in a minute," I say panting.

I finish tending my wound, I clean the blood on my neck, I try to concentrate on non hot things and finally I decide to take a shower. A cold one.

Twenty five minutes later, I exit the bathroom. I'm wearing a turtle neck with long sleeves and a long pair of jeans that I found in the dirty laundry pile. VampMe is sitting on the couch, she looks at me terrified.

"Erin, I'm so sorry but, I have to feed, I need it so bad... I don't want to hurt you... Erin, I'm sorry."

"The next door neighbor, he works at night, he left us a key and he has a dog... Do you think it will do?"

"I... I don't know, I guess."

I grab the key and go get the dog. Poochie is a nasty Cocker. He and I, we don't get along very well. I manage to bring it back to our flat. VampMe hasn't moved, I bring Poochie to her, he barks, she takes him in her arms, he tries to bite her, she bites him. She starts drinking, avidly, sucking the dog's life. I observe her feeding fascinated. I feel horny again. VampMe seems to be enjoying it a lot. Poochie's wagging his tail... We are all enjoying this a bit too much for my taste. Finally VampMe's fangs leave the collar of the dog. Her face is covered in blood. She looks better. Poochie on the other hand looks dead. He had it coming all the way. VampMe looks at me, she seems relieved but suddenly panic appears behind her eyes. She rushes to the bathroom and vomits her guts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm even hungrier than before."

I look around trying to find an idea. We could always go to the last floor there's a girl there... No, don't shit where you live. What else?

"I need to feed," she tells me, "let's have a walk I'm sure we'll find someone, somewhere..."

I grab my coat; we get into the lift, destination ground floor. It seems to take forever, I can feel VampMe's look on my neck. When finally the doors open, Mark is waiting behind it.

"..." I say.

"Hey..." he starts looking at VampMe.

He then turns the head towards me, back to VampMe, back to me.

"What... You? Sister..."

Suddenly he shuts up, his look lost into VampMe's gaze. I turn to protest but my look is also caught into VampMe's. I can feel her inside me controlling my body, my mind. I press the button back to my floor. Meanwhile she grabs him by the neck forces him against her. All the way up, they kiss passionately. All I can do is admire, all I can do is pray to be included, all I can do is submit. VampMe mouth is working its way down Mark's chin; she buries her face in his neck, about to strike.

"No..." I manage to say.

Over Mark's shoulder, she stares at me with so much hate in her look that I take a step back.

"Not here," I whisper "someone could see you."

The hate in her eyes is replaced by candor at first, then gratitude and finally confusion. She pushes Mark away. She looks so embarrassed. I can feel her release me from her control.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to..." she hisses through her fangs.

The door opens.

"Let's all get inside," I say.

"I still need to feed," she complains.

"I know, let's all get inside," I insist as I feel that the old lady across the hall won't stay asleep for long if we continue coming and going in the hallway at this hour of the night.

Back inside the relative security of my flat, I take a still entranced Mark by the hand and guide him to my room. I nod towards VampMe to tell her to follow me. Mark still under her control is seating on the edge of the bed.

"Erin?" VampMe asks.

"Shh," I say, "you'll just have to be very careful."

"But I don't know if I'll be able to..."

"Shh," I say again, "we'll deal with it later, if we have to, now let's have fun..."

I've fantasized about this all my life, and now that I get the chance, it would be stupid not to indulge the good spirit that granted me this opportunity.

"In that case you watch, I don't want to risk hurting you," VampMe says taking back control over my mind.

I nod, sit back on my computer chair and observe. Mark has a stupid look of admiration. At first, I feel a bit jealous as he has never had that look with me. But at the same time it's like watching porn with me in it. VampMe helps him out of his clothes, she pulls his boxers off. With the tip of her nail, she traces a line from the scrotum to the tip of Mark's dick, she kneels. Her eyes are full of lust; she throws her head back opening her mouth revealing her sumptuous fangs. Her hand is now wrapped around Mark's manhood. She pulls down the foreskin revealing the head. Her face finally comes down, fangs glistening in the dimmed light of the room. Her lips now locked on the organ she goes up and down, sucking on my man's dick.

One thing is to read about it in a book or watch it in a movie but seeing it, being in the presence of the real thing is quite another thing. The animalistic power of the vampire, the seductive strength of the ultimate predator, the decadent lust of the act of love combined with the irresistible need for sustenance, simple words that are absolutely unable to describe what I'm feeling now. My stomach convulses under the rolling pleasure of an unprovoked orgasm, my thighs are soaked by the running fluids from my squirting pussy. I exhale loudly...

VampMe's free hand tries to unbutton her pants, once, twice. Finally she stops her movement, releases Mark, stands and takes off her pants. Before going back to her prey she sniffs the air, turns to me and smiles.

"Fuck Erin, you smell delicious," she says licking her fangs.

I can't hold in the scream of pleasure that builds up in my throat.

Grinning she returns to Mark. She impales herself with ease on his gleaming dick. She howls in the night baring her fangs towards the roof. Her pelvis rolling on his, she forces him deeper inside her. Finally she strikes. He screams of pleasure. Her mouth locked on his neck, she gorges on his pleasure, on his blood and... and I'm watching this, here in my room, my own room.

Everything blurs around me. My legs can't hold me anymore, I slip to the ground convulsing of pleasure. I don't know for how long I keep on squirming on the cheap rug of my room but finally I'm able to calm down.

I stand on my elbow. VampMe is seating naked on the edge of the bed. Her face is covered in fresh blood. Her pussy is dripping with Mark's cum; she wipes it with a finger before licking it. Her beautiful breast, her slender figure, her beautiful eyes... Fuck I think I'm a lesbian and I'm in love with myself. We stare for a long time. Awkward silence... She finally stands.

"Fuck that was... Fuck!" I say.

"You liked it too?" VampMe says maliciously.

"Fuck yeah!"

"Yeah, me too."

Suddenly I remember.

"Is he...?" I ask.

"Yes, I think so, he is asleep now," she answers.

Twenty minutes later we're in the kitchen. I have another beer in my hand. She's dressed up, I'm in my panties, the jeans were far too soaked to continue wearing them. Mark is sleeping off the feeding. He looked pretty happy when I covered him with the blankets.

"The hell if I know what we're going to do now, but I must thank you, being a vamp is quite amazing, lucky for me you didn't fantasize with werewolves," she says.

"Yeah... That would have been hairy," I say smiling. "So how do you feel?"

"I feel great, powerful and everything, a bit horny still but a lot less hungry. That is good I guess. I'm starting to feel tired too."

"The sun should be up in a few minutes. Maybe it's time for you to sleep."

"Probably... I could hide in Dad's room if we cover the window."

"Yes, let me take care of that. We'll talk about the next days, tonight when you wake up."

She nods. I prepare the room for VampMe. When the sun starts to pierce through the windows of the living room, everything is ready, she thanks me with a wet long kiss on the lips and she retires to sleep. I look around me. The flat is a mess but the night has been long... I lie down on the couch and fall asleep almost instantly. I dream of fangs, darkness and sex.

When I wake up the sun is low in the sky. I check the clock. It's nearly five PM. I check on my two hosts, they're both sound asleep. VampMe is snoring loudly. It makes me wonder if I do too. I prepare a cup of hot chocolate. As I start to sip on it, a sordid stench comes to my attention. I find Poochie behind the couch. I stuff it in a garbage bag and take it out.


VampMe



When I come back, the chocolate is cold. I heat it up in the microwave. When I turn around VampMe is looking at me. She's only wearing one of dad's shirts.

"Good morning sunshine," I say happily.

"Good morning," she says.

Her fanged smile is as beautiful as I remember it. She walks to me and grants me with another of those wet long kisses. Her fangs scratching against my lips make me shiver.

"There's something pretty perverted with us two doing this but I feel it's quite natural," she says.

"Yes," I pant, "good..."

We resume the kissing. My hands slide into her hair. Her hands grab my ass. She unties my pajama pants, and lets them fall on the kitchen floor. With no effort, she lifts me and seats me on the kitchen table. She breaks the kiss. The devilish look in her eye makes me shiver.

"Let me thank you properly," she says.

She kneels in front of me and spreads my legs. I feel my stomach contracting in anticipation. Her cold hand presses on my underbelly. With a nail she scrubs some of the dried juices from last night. Between her fangs her tongue extends as if it tasted the air.

"I've been looking forward to this moment since the first time I smelled you," she says before diving in.

Damn she's good. She knows me well, fuck! She knows when to lick, what to suck, where to titillate, she knows me upside down and inside out. My fingers dig into her skull. I lean back on the cold linoleum of the table. She drinks me all the way to an orgasm and to another one and another one.

Expecting the bite, I almost feel disappointed when she wipes me clean with her icy tongue before pulling out.

"No fangs?" I ask.

"No fangs, unless you want me to," she answers winking.

"Fangs then," I reply leaning back.

Her middle finger slides inside me, deep inside, digging, making me wet again. I feel her fangs brushing against my skin, I can sense her anticipation, I arch my back... When, suddenly, I hear a loud thud. VampMe's finger slides out of me, her mouth is no longer where it should be. She's leaning over my leg, Mark is standing behind her holding the baseball bat my dad keeps in his closet.

"Erin? Are you all right?"

"Mark? What... what the fuck?" I say the voice thickened by the mists of pleasure.

"She was about to... bite you, just like she did to me last night. We have to go..."

"Mark no, wait, no."

He's already pulling me out of the kitchen.

"Mark you stupid fuck! I wanted this! Let go of me."

I force him to release me and turn around.

"I'm sorry Erin," he says "but I have to do this."

After a terrible pain in the back of my head, I hear a horrible crack and everything around me fades into darkness.

When I come back to my senses it's dark all around me. I see Mark standing in a corner of my room. I'm on my bed.

"Erin," he says, "there has been a small problem..."

Problem? What kind of problem. I feel good, actually I feel better than usual.

"I... How can I say that... I made a mistake..."

I feel stronger, less preoccupied. The obscurity seems less threatening, full of promises.

"When I saw the other you... I thought you were in danger... So I tried to rescue you..."

The world around me has a new flavor and it tastes good. It smells delicious too, it reeks of sex and I love that...

"I hit her and then I hit you... But I didn't measure my strength."

Talking about taste I feel hungry.

"I think ... I think I killed you..."

So damn hungry... Wait what?

"You killed me?"

My voice is a deep grunt full of anger.

"So the other you had to turn you... Into a vampire."

I pause for a moment and then I start laughing... I can't stop laughing... I laugh because now I understand. I understand everything. Let me explain, you see, VampMe was never a true vampire, well technically she was but at the same time she was only HumanMe with fangs and urges, a sort of blood thirsty animalistic version of innocent teenager me. This is the actual gift: I am a true vampire, I understand the need for darkness, I understand the need for evil, I understand the need to spread the curse. I am the first true Vampire and We will soon be legion...

So I start with Mark, I continue with my neighbors, my high school friends and every night we are more and every night our cattle grows more scared of the night, our Realm, my Realm.

And what about good ol'VampMe? you ask. Well she stays by my side ready to wipe me clean when I desire. She stays as my pet, as my slave, as a reminder of my former humanity, as my witness as I turn this sick planet into my personal dominion of eternal wicked pleasures.

My name was Erin Banks but you can call me mistress.



Vamps



Friday night. 

In a scene played out across the country, singles and couples filtered in and out of the club. Some were there to hook-up; others merely sought to escape the concerns and details of the week now behind them. 

Music pounded at a volume guaranteed to be heard for a good eight square blocks, and though it was still early, the pace at the club was hopping and picking up with each passing minute. A substantial number of men and women danced on the floor, contorting their bodies keeping rhythm with the beat. Some were trying to move with the music, rhythm obviously missing. At the bar, a stream of people choked up three different spots, vying for a bartender's attention. Men and women too shy to hit the dance floor either held their ground at the bar, hugged a section of the wall, or sat at one of the tables that ringed the room. Waitresses and a couple of waiters fought their way through the crowd, picking up glasses, taking orders, trying to manage the chaos.

Gary Rogers was a man with a plan. He sat at a table located in the section of the club that was elevated half a floor above the rest of the establishment. From his vantage point, he surveyed the crowd, scoping out his options. One of the beautiful women here would be his love for the evening. Just for the evening, though. He didn't believe in love, romance or relationships. Those were crutch terms the desperate used to hang on to someone when they could no longer compete on the field of sexual conquest. Though still a little early in the evening to be finalizing his selection, he had already narrowed the field a bit. He saw it as separating the women from the girls. Doing that would enable him to focus his attention on the best potential beneficiary of his affections.

He saw a familiar face approaching him. Kim. Blonde, big-breasted, and a nearly relentless tease. He remembered she was pretty good in bed, too, as he shifted in his chair. But she was clingy. Possessive. And that was before she'd gone home with him. He had taken her home with him last week, almost letting her spend the night. Finally, he'd convinced her he had to go in to work the next morning. She had called him four times, wanting to go to dinner, a movie, anything. He'd almost been tempted, but he had resisted, knowing she would try to draw him into the inevitable "relationship chat" that surely would have followed. That cramped his style. Not a good thing.

"Hey," she said, practically shouting to be heard over the music. "You never called me back." She slid into the chair across from him.

"I'm sorry," he said. "My machine garbled your message and I lost your number." Both were lies. 

"I locked it into your cell phone!" she said, somewhat incredulous. 

"You did?" He hadn't noticed. He hadn't checked, either. She was blocking part of his view.

"Yeah," she nodded. "Look, it doesn't matter. Want to go somewhere and talk?"

"What? No, I can't," he said, her question registering. He'd been looking past her. "I'm meeting someone."

What he had not said finally registered with her. He hadn't called her or returned her calls because he'd never intended to, and now she understood he had no intention of giving her the time of day, much less actually paying attention to her.

"You're an ass!" she said, standing up and glaring at him angrily. He smiled at her, unsympathetic to her anger.

"Now, don't be like that," he said. "We just aren't right for one another; that's all."

"We're not right for one another?! We hardly even know each other! You took me home, I gave you a blowjob and you fucked me. And you all but threw me out of your apartment." She glared at him, her eyes narrowing. She stood up, leaning across the table and bringing her face close to his ear and speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music. "You know, there's a special place in hell for guys like you." She turned and walked away with angered, deliberate strides, almost causing two people to spill their drinks as she bumped into them.

"So I've been told," he said, taking a sip from his drink. 

A man slipped into the chair beside him. Doug Marshall had just come off the dance floor, a woman with Asian features wearing a skimpy blue dress disappearing from his arm and making her way to the ladies' room.

"Was that... what was her name, Kim, the girl you took home last Friday night?" Doug asked, out of breath.

"Yeah," Gary said, reaching into his jacket and pulling out his cell phone. He scrolled down, finding that Kim had indeed stored her number there. He was pretty sure he still had the scrap of paper with her number on it sitting on his kitchen counter, too.

"Dude, she's hot," Doug said, contorting himself in his chair to see if she was still visible.

"See if she'll talk to you,' Gary said. "Don't tell her you know me."

"You're kidding." Doug relaxed, leaning back in his chair.

"She actually loaded her number into my cell phone."

"I'm working on Lisa, the chick in the blue dress. I don't think she's wearing a thing under it."

"I've got my eye on the redhead over there, in the green top," Gary said.

"Oh, no, man. Trust me. She looks hot from across the room, but she's really annoying," Doug said. "You won't like her."

The two men continued to analyze the floor. Gary finally noticed a young woman with honey colored hair. She noticed him, too. The hunt was on.

Over the next three hours, he bought her several drinks and turned on the charm. In the end, convincing her to come home with him was easy. 

At five in the morning, they'd had sex twice, he'd nearly forced her to perform oral sex on him, and she'd sobered up completely. As the taxi pulled up to take her home, she fought back tears as the pain and insult of being used welled up within her. Gary kissed her on the cheek, shut the door when she was in the cab, and watched as she rode away. Letting out a deep breath of satisfaction, he went back to his apartment, crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep.

The next week was like any other. Somehow, the last weekend's conquest, Terry, wasn't it, had managed to get his phone number. She called him six times. What had she done wrong? Would he please call her so they could talk? He shook his head. Such attachment after one night of ecstasy was unfortunate.

Friday night arrived and Gary found himself occupying his usual seat, looking for his evening's entertainment.

Doug showed up an hour later than usual. He'd gone home with the Asian woman the week before. He'd managed to make her mad enough that she had no interest in seeing him again, so he, too, was on the prowl.

As the evening progressed, Gary expressed some concern that maybe they needed to find somewhere else to go. Doug told him he was worrying about a problem that didn't exist. It wasn't even eleven o'clock yet; the evening was still young.

Doug headed back to the dance floor. A strawberry-blonde wearing a floral print spaghetti strap dress had piqued his interest.

Gary continued to watch the dance floor. He felt a hand press down on his shoulder. He turned to look at the owner, his eyes locking on nails covered in dark red polish, traveling from the tips of her fingers up her arms until he was drawn to the eyes of the drop dead gorgeous redhead sitting next to him. She wasn't the woman he'd noticed last week, was she? No, she was different. Actually, there was something acutely different that distinguished her from every other woman that he just couldn't quite put his finger on. A strapless black dress clung to her body, experiencing moments of near transparency as flashes of light popped around them. Gary quickly realized she wasn't wearing a bra; in those flashes of light, her erect nipples were visible through the cloth that covered them

"I've been watching you," she said. "I think you're hot."

"Really?" Gary said, somewhat surprised, because he prided himself on being keenly observant, and he was sure he'd never seen her before.

"Yeah," she said, licking her lips. Her lipstick was brilliant red, so red it was almost like a wire was feeding electricity to light it up. "It's kind of dead in here. Want to go somewhere?"

It wasn't that slow in here, was it? he thought to himself. 

She leaned over and put her hand on his leg, running it up his thigh. As her hand came to rest on his crotch, his eyes were drawn to her cleavage. Her breasts were all he could see; it was almost hypnotic. Why was she topless? Why was she naked? He blinked rapidly and she was clothed again. His pulse quickened; his head was pounding. Her hand applied pressure and he felt his cock swelling beneath it.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," he said, standing up.

"Great," she said. "Let me tell my friends I'm leaving."

"Okay," he said, watching as she walked away. This was too good to be true. A super hot chick and she'd found him.

He followed behind her, working his way to the door. Where did she go? One second she was there, the next she was gone. He spun around, looking for her and seeing her nowhere.

"Hey, man, what's going on?" Doug asked, passing by.

"This redhead...," Gary started to say.

"I told you, man, you don't want to mess with her," Doug said.

"No," Gary said, shaking his head, "not the same one... a different one. Smoking hot, black see-through dress. She's ready to leave now."

"Really?" Doug asked. The strawberry-blonde reappeared at his side and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the dance floor. "Call me."

Gary nodded. He still didn't see the redhead.

"Looking for me?" 

He turned around again, and there she was.

"Can I bring a couple of friends?" she asked, flanked by two women, one blonde, one brunette. Both wore the same brilliant red lipstick.

"Sure," he said. This night was really looking up.

The four of them made their way to his car. Would it be okay if they just went to his place? Not to worry, they had a way they could get home. Gary felt almost light headed as he slipped behind the steering wheel of his car.

Their names were Anna, Sabrina and Tricia, redhead, brunette and blonde, in order. Anna sat in the front seat, and teased his crotch with her hand for the duration of the drive. Sabrina and Tricia amused themselves in the back, stopping short of exposing each other's breasts, nonetheless making it even more difficult for him to focus on his driving.

When they opened the door to his apartment, there was a flurry of activity as they teamed against him to strip his clothing off of his body. 

Anna pushed him down onto his bed, straddling him as she pulled her dress up. It was a black stretch dress, and she slowly drew it up over her body, revealing she was completely naked beneath it. A small tuft of red pubic hair sat above her pussy, and her breasts rested full on her chest, crowned with small, hard erect nipples, her skin an even, pale alabaster white.

"Stroke yourself for me," she said. "I want your cock hard for my pussy." Her hands descended on her belly and worked their way down to her sex, where she began to masturbate herself.

Sabrina and Tricia, standing off to the side, were only mildly content to be patient. They stripped out of their dresses as well, Sabrina removing her thong and Tricia removing a bra as well. Once they were nude, they climbed onto the bed on either side of Anna, and began sucking on her breasts. Gary noted that Sabrina was completely shaved, while Tricia, like Anna, had a small patch of pubic hair that was neatly trimmed. Both women had flawless, smooth, pale skin.

Gary's cock responded as would be expected to the sexual stimuli before him. He quickly became rock hard and ready to fuck the beauty atop him. 

Anna was ready to mount him. Her hands had been replaced by Tricia stroking her, and Sabrina reached down, taking hold of his cock and guiding it toward her pussy. As Anna lowered herself onto him, the euphoria was beyond anything he remembered. She began rocking against him, rising and falling on his cock.

"Oh, your cock feels good inside me," she said. "Fuck me, lover, fill me with your cum." 

Gary was almost beside himself with the sensations of pleasure. The walls of her pussy were tight against his cock, milking him and driving him towards climax.

Without warning, he was suddenly and relentlessly overtaken by an orgasm, and he arched his back as he felt his body surge, pumping his semen into the redheaded beauty astride him. 

"Damn, that was good," he said, panting and out of breath. In truth, it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

When his orgasm had subsided, Anna dismounted him, and Tricia immediately knelt down, taking him into her mouth. Her breath was hot on him like a wind blowing out of the desert. She sucked him with desperation and purpose, not letting his erection fade. 

"Hey, watch the teeth!" he said, wincing a bit. He could swear she'd bitten him. "You know, we've got all night." She was relentless. "I hate to admit this, but if you'll let me rest for a few minutes, it'll be much better for us." There was no deterring her from her efforts.

Within a couple of minutes, he realized that his erection would not flag. Tricia released his cock from her mouth and mounted him. As she settled down onto him, he felt like he was burning. She began to rock back and forth on his cock, pushing herself onto and off of him in a purposed rhythm.

"Suck me, suck my tits while I fuck you," she said. She leaned forward, feeding her breasts to him. He recoiled from her at first. Her nipples were like fire. She pressed herself to him, and slowly, he took her breasts between his lips.

As his orgasm began to build, he was struck with the impression that it felt like his balls were being squeezed, a dull ache turning to a throbbing pain. He stopped sucking on her breasts, gritted his teeth, arching his back as he thrust up into her. When his orgasm came, he felt the familiar muscle contractions, but he couldn't be sure if he'd shot cum into her or not. Tricia removed herself from him and Sabrina fell upon him

She was like ice, her fingers cold and probing, her mouth like a deep freeze. 

Gary protested. "You have to give me a few minutes. Please."

"Come on, lover, we all want our turn on that wonderful cock of yours," Anna said, cradling his face in her hands. "Give us your cum. Satisfy us with your cock."

She leaned down, and locked her lips on top of his, her tongue forcing itself into his mouth.

"I can't... right now," he pleaded. 

And yet his cock remained firm. Sabrina's efforts focused on fellating him were proving to be successful, as he could feel another orgasm building within him. As before, he felt someone was squeezing his scrotum, only the pressure was more intense this time, almost like something was crushing his balls, but from inside his body.

"Unhh," he groaned as he came, and he felt the semen flowing from his overtaxed penis as the brunette sucked him with outrageous desperation, draining him.

Gary was breathing hard. His head and chest were pounding. He was hot. Why wasn't he sweating? He hadn't felt like this since... when? his junior year in high school when he'd nearly had a heat stroke.

Anna descended on him, sucking his shaft in between her lips. He began to moan in protest.

"No, no, no," he said. "This can't be happening." It felt like a million pins were stabbing him in the groin.

"But it is," Tricia hissed, climbing back onto the bed.

Gary's eyes snapped open to look at her. Her eyes were empty. Or were they? What did he see? it was a fire... burning and... a face swooping toward him... the mouth opening in a vicious smile... teeth... no, not teeth... fangs.

He tried to scream, wanted to scream, but Tricia's lips covered his, and the sound was lost within her.

Caroline Parks hated working weekends, especially Saturday nights when she had been planning to go out, but sometimes it was the occupational hazard of working on-call status for the investigator's office. She grabbed a lab-coat, face-shield and wide lens safety glasses, and suited up. Scooping up her notepad, she bumped her way into the autopsy room.

"Initial report says we got a report of a suspected assault, the uniforms showed up and found a body. What have we got?" she asked, pulling a pair of latex gloves onto her hands.

Ray Preston, Medical Examiner, looked up from the clipboard laying on the cold, anti-septic surface of the stainless steel counter.

"I hope you're not easily offended," he said.

"On this job? The people I work with? Right. Show me."

Preston pulled the sheet back.

"Gary Robert Rogers, aged twenty-eight years."

"Wow," she said. "Look at the expression on his face."

"Yeah," Preston nodded. "Almost makes you think he got scared to death just looking at him."

"Okay," she said. "I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop. What's special about this guy?"

Preston shook his head. "I've never seen anything like this before. He's dehydrated, but there's nothing to indicate how he got that way, not to this degree, anyway. His toxicology screen came back clean, but his blood work shows him to be seriously mineral deficient."

"What kind of mineral deficiencies?" Parks asked.

"Potassium, calcium, zinc... the list goes on. But what's really out of the ordinary is this." Preston pulled the sheet back even lower on the body. He stood there and let Parks examine for herself. She leaned closer to the table, squinting and then shaking her head.

"That can't be normal," she finally said. Gary Roger's penis lay against his body, shriveled and knurled like a dried twig. 

"It isn't normal," Preston said. "And this isn't, either." He lifted the penis with a pair of tweezers and held a magnifying glass over it. "If you look very carefully, you can see equidistant puncture marks on opposing sides of the shaft. And his testicles are the about the size of a pair of shriveled green peas. I swabbed for trace, but there is no external residue of saliva, ejaculate or anything else anywhere on him. If I didn't know better, I'd say someone or something literally sucked the life right out of him."

Parks nodded as she and Preston locked eyes, thinking about the implications of the evidence.

A week later, Doug sat at the table on Friday night. He hadn't talked to Gary in a week, more than a half dozen calls going unreturned. Doug was curious to find out how Gary'd made out with the hot redhead. The woman he'd taken home the week before had been freaky and wild, and Doug would be with her now, but she'd had to go out of town. He'd catch up with her next week. Tonight, he was going to scratch his weekly itch.

Maybe Gary had been right. The faces here in this club were starting to all blend together in familiarity. No, this club still had potential. After all, the night was still very young.

Doug felt something brush past him and saw a shadow flash next to his shoulder. He spun around and saw no one there. He turned back around and nearly jumped out of his chair. A beautiful brunette was sitting down beside him, her hand laying on the table, her fingers within inches of his, her nails adorned with a dark red polish. Her hair was longer than shoulder length and she swept it back, exposing her shoulder, the cloth of her strapless, red dress taut against her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were hard.

"I've been watching you," she said, her white teeth contrasting sharply against the brilliant red lipstick framing her mouth. "I think you're hot." 



Vamps Ch. 02



This will be clearer to the reader who's read 'Vamps', posted this time last year...





Her mouth opened wide and her tongue snaked out as she descended on his swollen cock, the head sliding along the pillow of her tongue. Her mouth closed as his eyes widened, his forehead wrinkling in terror as her teeth sunk into his engorged penis...

"Caroline!"

Caroline Parks snapped out of her trance and spun around to face the voice calling her name.

"What? Sorry, I... I was just..."

"Taking a nap or a little preoccupied day dreaming?"  Max Ryan asked, sitting on the edge of her desk.

"I'm trying to make sense out of some things with this one case I've got and I keep running into a road block," she said.

"Maybe I can help," he said. "Come with me to the morgue. I've got a stiff I need you to look at. I'm told he's similar to the one you're working."

Caroline was out of her chair quickly, grabbing a notepad and following Ryan to the elevator.

"You sure you were stewing about a case and not a new boyfriend?" he asked as the door closed behind them.

"Positive," she replied. "Why?"

"No reason in particular," he said, looking down at her chest and smiling.

Caroline folded her arms across her chest and felt her nipples protruding through her shirt, raking into her forearms. Her motion had the unintended consequence of pushing her breasts up, enhancing her cleavage.

"I was just asking," he said.

"Bite me," Caroline said through narrowed teeth.

"Name a time and a place." Ryan's words died off as the elevator door opened.

"So what are you taking me to see?" she asked, ignoring his proposition.

"Remember that dead guy you got assigned? The one that had the life sucked out of him?"

"I still think there's more to it than that," she said, "but, yes, I remember. That's the case I was thinking about when you came to get me."

They pushed through the double doors and walked into the autopsy room. Preston, the M.E., stood off to the side making notes on a digital clipboard.

"He's the latest victim of what I can only call scary," Preston said without looking up. "From a man's perspective anyway."

Caroline walked up to the table and looked down at the corpse.

"Doug Marshall, male, barely," Ryan said, "twenty-nine years of age. COD still to be determined."

"I'm willing to go on record that the same thing that killed your vic killed this one, too," Preston said, looking across the corpse at Caroline. "I just don't know how to close it out beyond saying he had the life sucked right out of him. Literally."

Like the first victim, his genitals were shriveled. This time, however, more than one set of puncture marks were evident on what was left of his penis.

"The blow-job from hell," Ryan said.

"I thought that was every man's fantasy," Caroline said. "Having a beautiful woman naked, on her knees in front of you, worshipping your cock, sucking on you until you lose your mind."

She made the comment looking at Ryan, and when he didn't respond, she looked over at Preston. He stood there, mouth open, speechless.

"Sorry," she said. "We were kind of discussing this whole deal on the way down here."

"Not a problem," said Preston as he blinked and turned away from the table.

"As much as I would love to have a beautiful woman suck me off until my toes curl," Ryan said, "this is not what I have in mind. Did you get that report back, Doc?"

"Yeah," Preston said, handing him a clipboard. "The mineral deficiencies are the same as for Gary Rogers."

"So this is serial," Ryan said.

"I think that's a little premature," Caroline said. "First we need to establish a connection between the two guys, if there is one."

"Already working on that," Ryan said.

"Revolving door?" Caroline raised her eyebrows.

"Yeah, you know, like they have in some office buildings? People can be leaving as others are coming in?" The man looked from Ryan to Caroline and back again.

"I know what a revolving door is," she said. "So this guy was popular with the ladies, huh?"

The man looked away, measuring his response.

"I don't know that I'd say he was popular with the ladies; I can't recall seeing the same woman twice," he said. "Usually a good bit of noise, too. Sometimes you could understand what was being said, other times not so much. But either he was good at what he was doing or they were women inclined to really enjoy themselves."

"Thanks, we'll make a note of that," Ryan said.

The man closed his door as Caroline and Ryan turned away from him.

"He's the second person to make a comment like that about the endless line of women," Ryan said.

"I have three people that knew the first guy who said the same thing about him," Caroline said.

"You're thinking a group of pissed of ex-one-night-flings teamed up and took matters into their own hands," Ryan said, leaning against the door.

"I'm not leaning toward anything, at the moment," she said, "but that's as good a theory as anybody else has at the moment."

The man came around the corner, walking as though he belonged there, yet stopping in the path of the two detectives. His eyes were warm and deep, strong, penetrating; they locked with Caroline as they nearly bumped into each other.

"Hello," he said.

"Uh, hello," she said, stopping short.

"Hi," Ryan said, looking back and forth between Caroline and the stranger. "Do you two know each other?"

"N-no." Her response was quick, unnerved.

"We do," the man said, smiling. "We met a long time ago."

His eyes darted beyond Ryan; Ryan turned to follow the stranger's gaze.

"We've never met," Caroline said.

"I'm gonna go talk to her," Ryan said. His gaze had fallen on a beautiful brunette several feet away. "I'll see if she knows anything."

Caroline was torn between focusing on the stranger in front of her and watching her partner abandon her.

"You don't remember me," the man said.

Caroline looked back at him.

"No," she said, "I'm sorry, but I don't."

"That's alright," he said. "You'll remember. You're a detective."

"Yes, I am," she said. Caroline could feel her face flushing.

"And you're looking for a killer," he said.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I can't discuss any ongoing investigations." She smiled; for her own satisfaction; she was retaking control of the situation.

"There is no need," he said. "I know."

Caroline shifted her feet nervously. She felt tingly. She felt naked; like she knew this man and wanted him to take her. She felt herself becoming aroused.

"I know you will find the killer you're looking for," he said. "Just be careful; it will be dangerous."

He moved past her as Ryan walked away from the brunette.

Caroline leaned against the wall, breathing deep and looking after the stranger as he walked away.

"She didn't know anything," Ryan said. "Says she never even saw the guy. Hey, are you alright? You look a little..."

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

She exhaled hard, taking one last glance at the stranger before taking a deep breath and looking back at her colleague.

"Let's go," she said.

Ryan followed her out the front door of the apartment building.

The stranger shadowed them to the door. Neither of them noticed.

Caroline turned off the water, watching the stream trickle to a mere drop hanging from the faucet. Her finger rimmed the orifice, pulling the drop away. Some might call it obsessive-compulsive; she called it annoying. One drop of water refusing to conform. She forced it to comply.

She stood up next to her tub and pulled the pins from her hair. Her honey blonde hair, just a light tinge of strawberry, fell to her shoulders as she reached down and took hold of her shirt. Arms crossed over her body, she lifted up, peeling the cloth from her chest, feeling a small, sudden burst of air dance across her skin. She smiled as she tossed the shirt at the hamper. Hot bath. Cool breeze coming in from the window. The front door locked. Only the window in her bedroom was unsecure. But no one could come in through the window; she lived on the seventh floor.  It had been a long day, and now she was going to unwind.

She listened to the soft popping sound of her bath bubbles as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down from her hips. Her panties clung to her, but only barely, as the denim grabbed at them, exposing one of her hips and part of her pubic hair.  The jeans joined the shirt in the hamper, followed quickly by her panties.  Finally, she unhooked her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders. The cups clung to her tits for a moment before falling away. She left her bra where it landed.

With one foot almost in the tub, Caroline remembered her drink was sitting in the kitchen. She walked out of the bathroom, through the dark, shadowed living room to the kitchen, taking delight in being naked. She enjoyed being nude, her breasts swaying as she walked. If Mark were still here, he would have jumped off the couch to follow her, ready to take her and make love to her wherever he could catch her. She sipped her wine, the fingers of her other hand dallying between her legs, awakening the familiar tingle that she enjoyed. Her skin pimpled up with goose bumps and her nipples hardened as she touched herself. Yes, she would. Tonight, she'd enjoy herself.

One foot in the tub, then the other, and she allowed herself to sink slowly into the water. She spread her legs, feeling the water's heat surge against her skin as she dropped her hands into the water. Caroline lay her head back against the edge of the tub as her fingers came to rest on her belly.

What was it about the man at the apartment building earlier? It was like he could see right through her. She'd actually become aroused at the mere sound of his voice; her face had flushed, her nipples had gotten hard, and she'd even gotten wet. She'd been uncomfortable for an hour before she and Ryan got back to the station and she could get to the locker room to change. Her panties had been soaked.

Now, none of that mattered.

And yet, as she lay there soaking, Caroline found herself thinking about him, found the fingers of one hand massaging a breast, brushing a nipple; fingers from the other hand meandered between her thighs, her lips swelling as she became arounsed.

He knew her, she was convinced of it. Or was it that she knew him? She didn't remember him, but there was something about him. Something about him made her want him.

This was crazy.

Caroline stood up out of the tub, reaching for her towel. She dried off in the bathroom and hung up the towel as she turned off the light. 

She walked through her living room, still naked; one last pass to make sure everything was secure, all the lights were off. The curtains in the living room were drawn. No need to flash the couple next door, though they'd put on their own show a time or two. She paused in front of the curtains. They were attractive, weren't they? Chris and Karen had both smiled at her; knowing she could see them as he fucked her from behind, her breasts pressing against their window.

Caroline pulled the curtain back wide. They couldn't see in; her apartment was dark. But the thought of it, being seen, made her tingle.

Back in her bedroom, she turned off the light. Dimmer switches were great, and the last bit of artificial light vanished. 

A three quarter moon poured in through the window, light bathing part of her bedroom. Any body watching her now was a long way off and using a telescope, and if they were putting that much effort into seeing her, so be it.

She stopped at her dresser and opened her special drawer. She reached in and pulled her glass dildo from where she had it tucked away. Never in a million years would she have bought this; it had been a gift. As she climbed in bed and kicked the sheets back, she committed herself to buying another one if this one ever broke.

It was perfect; no man to leer at her and make empty promises; no disappointment when she caught him cheating on her. Almost perfect; there was no substitute for hands, not hers, caressing her body; no substitute for lips, sucking her tits; no substitute for a live penis, throbbing inside her, filling her with hot, sticky cum.

Caroline pulled on her nipple as she ran the dildo between her swollen pussy lips.

"Ahhh..." Her sigh was as heartfelt as anything had been all day. Pleasure was upon her and would not be denied.

His face was the one she saw. He knew her; he wanted her.

She didn't know him; but she did. 

She penetrated herself with the glass phallus and tugged on her other nipple. 

Ryan, think of Ryan, she thought. He'll get my mind off of...

No! Don't think of Ryan. He could easily be here inside you, but you chose a glass rod instead!

She closed her eyes again. His face. Those eyes. They knew her. They knew her body.

The phallus stroked in and out of her pussy.

Caroline gave herself to the fantasy.  

She stood in front of him. Naked. Not just her, though it felt like she was so exposed. And then she was beyond that. He knew her and she wanted him. And he wanted her. His cock stood out from his body, erect. She turned and walked away from him. To the bed. Not her bed. It was a canopy bed, shadows all around, thin wispy veils blowing in the breeze. But there was no breeze... was there? She looked over her shoulder at him as she put a knee on the bed. He smiled as he gazed upon her. The graceful curves of her legs, the shapely, seductive swell of her ass, the soft, yet strong lines of her back. She crawled onto the bed, exposing her sex to him, and then, she rolled over onto her back, lying against the pillows piled at the head of the bead. He smiled again as he started walking toward her, his cock was a cobra poised to strike. She pushed her breasts together, fingers tugging on her nipples, pulling them from her body, gasping at the pleasure. He was upon the bed, beginning to lean over her. He wanted her, and she wanted him. She opened her legs, baring herself to him. He moved forward, centering himself between her spread thighs as she reached for him.

The orgasm captured her, breaking the spell. 

Caroline gasped, her chest heaving with each breath.

"Dammit," she said, one hand grabbing a handful of the bed sheets as she pulled the glass rod from her pussy.

She lay there for several minutes, finally getting up, washing the glass rod, leaving it beside the bathroom sink.

She walked to her kitchen to get a drink of water. As she walked back to her bedroom, she looked out the living room window.

Her neighbors sat on their couch, apparently just getting started. Karen was topless, holding Chris' head to her breast as he suckled her swollen nipple. She threw her head back, laughing as he raised his head from her chest. They both stood up.  His cock swayed, erect and free, as he pulled his pants off. She unzipped her shorts, dropping them and then skimming off her panties. Caroline felt her nipples hardening again as she watched Karen kneel between her husband's thighs, stroking his cock and then beginning to suck on it.

"Good for you, sister," she said, tossing back the water. "I'm glad one of us is getting it tonight."

She was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. She never saw the shadow lurking in the room. But the vision never left her mind; she went to sleep thinking about him.

He waited until he heard her breathing change and stabilize. Sleep was upon her. 

"She must be infused."

Slowly, he padded across the floor, his footfalls silent to the night. His cock swayed in front of him, a cobra poised to strike. He waved his hand above her, as though caressing her softly. Caroline smiled as her deep breathing continued. Reaching down, he pulled the sheet back from her body, exposing her naked form to the night air. Her nipples hardened again as he blew softly on them. Still asleep, she spread her legs. He extended a hand toward her sex, and her breathing intensified for a moment, a near gasp passing her lips. Her lips parted as he knelt on the bed beside her. He took hold of his cock, aiming it down at her. Still asleep, Caroline's hand rose and took hold of his cock. She stroked him, her hand swirling over the head of his pulsing erection. When he was ready to climax, he put his hand at the back of her head and pulled her to him. Still asleep, she swallowed him, his semen pulsing in between her lips. Satisfied, he let go of her head, and she fell back to the bed.  He pulled the sheet back up, covering her body. As quickly as he had appeared, he was gone.

Caroline awoke the next morning, sheet down around her waist, breasts bathed in a swath of early morning sunlight. Almost immediately, she knew something was amiss; her mouth had an unfamiliar morning taste in it. She got up and walked to the bathroom.

"What the...?!" 

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way out the front door of her apartment.

"Did you see anyone hanging around my door last night?" she asked. 

Karen stopped and turned to her, shaking her head.

"I didn't see anyone," she said. "Chris and I were... busy last night."

Caroline smiled and nodded.

"Thanks, anyway," she said. "Have a good day."

Karen blushed a little and told Caroline to have a nice day as well.

Later in the afternoon, Caroline was still trying to make sense of it.

"What are trying to tell me?" Debbie asked. 

"You know, how, you're giving a guy a blowjob," Caroline said, "and he pulls his cock out when he cums and you get it all over you, and..."

"You had sex last night and you don't know who with," Debbie said.

"No, that's just it," Caroline said. "I was alone last night. Completely, terribly alone in every sense of the word. Every lock was locked. Only the window in my bedroom was open and I live on the seventh floor. But I woke up this morning and I swear there was dried semen crusted on my cheek."

"Maybe you had a donut before you went to bed and you don't remember."

"I don't eat donuts," she said, "and I had a nasty taste in my mouth this morning, too."

"Forget to brush your teeth last night?" Ryan asked as he pulled up a chair.

"Bite me," Caroline said.

"My offer still stands," Ryan said. "'Time and a place.'"

"Look at this," Caroline said, ignoring him. "Did your guy have anything linking him to this place?"

She showed Ryan a matchbook from the club. Night Fire.

"I'd have to go look at his credit card record," she said, "but I'm pretty sure it showed Rogers to be a regular there."

"It would appear we have a link, finally," Ryan said. "Marshall has a transaction history, there, too. Want me to drive?"

"Did you say, 'serial slut fucker?'" Ryan asked the bartender.

"No offense," the bartender said. He looked straight at Caroline.

"None taken. Do I look like one of the sluts this guy fucked?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," he replied. "Just some ladies get offended at the term."

"Some men do, too," Ryan said.

"I'm offended by it." The blonde threw herself down on the stool, grabbed up the pictures the detectives had laid on the bar. "I slept with him." Rogers. "But not him."

"I rest my case," the bartender said.

"Fuck you," the blonde said. "You're just pissed 'cause I won't suck your dick."

The detectives shifted their attention to the blonde.

"So you've seen both of them in here before," Caroline said.

"Not for a couple of weeks," she said. "Prior to that, though, every Friday and Saturday without fail. They always went home with a girl, and never the same one twice.

"This one," she said, pointing to Marshall, "had a little bit of conscience. But it was usually gone by midnight."

"What about him?" Ryan held up Rogers photograph.

"He was a real ass," she said. "One night, he fucked one girl off in the corner where it was dark and took another one home."




Vamps Ch. 02



"And you know this how?" Caroline asked.

"Because she was the girl in the corner," the bartender said.

Caroline and Ryan looked at each other as the blonde raised her middle finger to the bartender.

"So if we wanted to see a good cross section of your usual clientele?" Ryan asked.

"Don't bother coming tonight or tomorrow night," the bartender said. "Come in Friday. That's when this place sizzles."

Anna knelt beside Brygus's chair, her red hair flowing about her shoulders. Her hand ran up and down his thigh, her fingers sliding under his scrotum to caress the underside of his genitals. Tricia sat beside him, adorned only in her golden blonde tresses, her hand wrapped around his cock. All, including Sabrina, were naked. 

"They seek us," he said.

"How will they find us?" Tricia asked.

"They cannot unless we allow it," Anna said.

"We will devour them," Sabrina said.

"No," Brygus said. "They seek us because you were too vigorous in your feeding, too ravenous in your pursuit of satisfaction."

"But the men we fed upon were themselves predators made prey," Sabrina said. "We were just."

"Whether or not you were just will be of no consequence if we are found out," he said. "It must not happen. Your next feeding must be subdued."

"Yes, mylord," Anna said.

"There is a woman helping them look," he said. "I want her. Find her and bring her to me."

"It will be done, mylord," Sabrina said.

Brygus smiled as Sabrina descended upon him, taking his cock into her mouth.

Ryan added sugar to his coffee as Caroline looked off in the distance.

"I'm thinking the 'serial slut fucker' and his comrade may have met their demise at the hands of some pissed off young women," she said.

"Brilliant work, detective Parks," Ryan said. "Now we just have to figure out which ones."

"Yeah," Caroline said, sighing. "Don't be obvious. Look over to your right. The guy in the white shirt with the vest. Look familiar to you?"

"No, not really," Ryan said. "Wait. Isn't he the guy from the apartment building yesterday?"

"That's it," she said, taking a step toward the mystery man.

A bus passed in front of them, and when it had gone by, the man had vanished.

Caroline ate dinner quietly, musing about the stranger who seemed to be shadowing her. She was as curious about the erotic sensations caused by her thoughts as anything. She didn't know him from Adam. Was she so desperate to get laid that the thought of a random interlude with a sexy stranger was making her horny? 

She cleaned up from dinner, finished looking through her mail and then swept her apartment, double checking every lock to make sure it worked, checking every window to make sure they were secure as well. Satisfied, she started her bath water. As she watched the bubbles begin to multiply, she skinned off her jeans, unbuttoned her blouse and dumped them, along with her bra into the hamper. Laundry would get done Saturday. 

She flipped on the light in her closet.  She'd need something to wear to the club tomorrow night. Ryan would try to make a date out of it, she knew it. Caroline pulled two outfits out of the closet and hung them on the back of the door; she'd think about them and decide later.

The bubble were threatening to escape over the side of the tub, so she shut off the water and headed for the kitchen to top off her wine glass wearing only her panties. 

One lamp was still lit in her living room. Chris and Karen couldn't see her, could they? Caroline stopped at the kitchen counter and poured the wine. She re-corked the bottle and put it back in the fridge. What the hell. She hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and pushed down, stepping out of the scant cloth when it pooled at her ankles.

Caroline picked up her wine glass and walked over to the window, looking over at her neighbors' apartment. A soft light in the background cast shadows in their bedroom. A light not much brighter lit the living room, where she saw shadows in motion. 

Caroline closed her eyes as she sipped her wine and leaned against the edge of the window. Without thinking about it, her fingers traced lazy circles around her nipples and then danced down her belly to her pussy. She smiled and gasped as her finger found her wetness and penetrated her.

Her eyes snapped open, very aware of being watched. Eyes immediately went back to Chris and Karen's apartment. The couple stood transfixed looking at her. Karen's blouse was open, and Chris was standing behind her caressing her breasts.

Mortified, Caroline ducked away from the window, turned off the lamp in her living room and retreated to her bath. Heart racing, she downed the glass of wine with quick gulps and forced herself to take deep, controlled breaths as she sank down into the bathwater.

The warmth of the bubbly water took her over, and Caroline leaned back, relaxing. She lay there soaking, thinking about what had just happened. What was wrong with her? She had never done anything like that before. And yet, she found herself wondering if they would still be there when she got out of the tub. Would they be there, waiting for her to come back, to take her turn at putting on a show? 

Caroline pulled on her nipple and felt an electric shock surge through her body straight to her pussy. Her hand darted between her legs; she clenched her thighs together, trapping her hand, feeling the twinge of pleasure surge through her body. Caroline inhaled deeply and relaxed her body, slowly taking hold of the tub and pulling herself from the water.

With a few drops of water still clinging to her body, she dropped the towel to the floor. She caught her reflection in the mirror, shadows flickering in the candlelight. Her nipples stood her body, hard buds of flesh atop her heaving breasts. Caroline picked up the glass rod on her bathroom counter and walked out of the bathroom toward her living room, eager to see if she might still have an audience.

Their living room came into view first; the lights were out. But, then, their bedroom; the lights were on and Chris sat profiled. He was naked, and leaning back in the chair, Caroline could see his cock sprouting up from his lap. Almost as if on cue, Karen appeared. She, too, was naked, doing a mock dance of sorts for her husband, pretending to offer him her breasts.

Play with yourself for me, she must have been saying, for he began stroking his cock.

Karen walked forward, straddling one of his legs, feeding her tit to her husband as Caroline watched. Caroline's hand had placed the rod between her legs, and the bulbous head moved with ease between her wet, swollen pussy lips. Karen looked up at Caroline's window, as though she knew, and looking back down at her husband, she threw her other leg across him and slowly impaled herself on his engorged phallus.

Caroline dipped the rod inside her, gasping as it penetrated her. She leaned against the window ledge, clutching at the woodwork, finally deciding she needed to lay down. She pulled the rod free and staggered to her bed, where she fell flat and immediately began fucking herself again with the crystal dildo. The stranger's face filled her mind again.

Give yourself to me, he said. I must fill you. You must be infused.

Come take me, she thought. Come and fill me with your cock. Come and fuck me.

She was laying back on the bed again, shadows obscuring every other detail of the room. She let go of the crystal and pushed her breasts together, spreading her legs for him.

Tonight, he was not as patient. For her benefit, he was not as patient. It would not do for her to be so consumed; he must take advantage of her arousal now. He stepped out from the shadows, watching her writhe on the bed. He exhaled, blowing his breathe across her body. She arched her back, sighing with pleasure as he stepped closer.

That's it, she thought, come and take me. Come and fuck me.

He pulled the rod from her pussy and laid beside her on the nightstand. One knee on the bed, his cock throbbing, eager to fill her. He crawled onto the bed, between her thighs. His fingers touched her swollen pussy lips. She gasped, her hands flying from her chest to the bed, grabbing handfuls of the sheets. She thrust herself up at him, yearning for him. He caught her, his hands holding her ass, his cock resting between the folds of her puffed sex. Drawing back, he aligned himself with her opening and thrust in. She was ready, and he thrust into her, slow but firm.

"Ahhh..." she was not awake, but could feel it all.

He thrust into her, pressing against her mound.  He pulled back, the head of his cock stretching her, making her moan. He thrust in again. He needed to fill her. He needed to pleasure her. He thrust into her and contorted himself, bending down to suckle her breast. Her hands fell upon his head, holding him to her breast.

He pulled free from her grasp and began thrusting in earnest. As he began to move back and forth, her legs wrapped around him, holding him against her, and he found himself moving closer to climax, suddenly filling her pussy with his seed as she arched her back and pressed herself against him.

Consumed by her own orgasm, she went limp. Satisfied his seed was buried inside her, he withdrew himself. 

Once more, he thought to himself, and the infusion will be complete.

Caroline lay there, spent, her body splayed across the bed. He pulled the sheet up over her and vanished into the darkness.

The crowd at the club was sparse. It was a weeknight, so the sheer number of people was down from what could be expected on the weekend.

Blue crystal eyes burned, almost glowing.

"They are not here," Sabrina said. "Where do we find them?"

Brygus looked around at the throng of people milling about. 

"We will come back tomorrow and try again," Anna said, her eyes growing an inhumanly bright green.

"They will find us," Brygus said. "In the meantime, amuse yourselves."

The three women dispersed as Brygus took a seat at the table in the corner. He fixed his eyes on a woman with light brown hair coming out of the hall by the restrooms. Hair disheveled, still rearranging her dress. A moment later, she realized she was being watched. She flashed an embarrassed smile.

How did he know? And why had she not seen him before? He was so handsome.

Brygus returned the smile as he started walking toward her.

Caroline woke up in the middle of the night and felt the wetness between her legs. Her heart suddenly pounding, she rolled out of bed, pulled her pistol from its holster and grabbed her flashlight. 

Quickly and methodically, she swept her apartment, finding the locks still secure and nothing disturbed. Walking back into her bedroom, she leaned out the window, feeling the night air bite at her nipples. She pulled the top of her body back inside only after satisfying her personal curiosity that there was no way anyone could've gotten into her apartment.

She flicked on the light in the bathroom, sat her pistol and flashlight on the counter, and looked down between her legs. Semen, drying and congealing, formed a messy matt of bodily fluid between her legs. Caroline cranked up the shower and stepped in.

An hour later, she sat in a booth at the all night diner, nursing a cup of coffee and waiting for her breakfast order. It was four in the morning, and she never ate breakfast, but today was different; she could feel it.

"Good morning," he said. "You're awake much earlier than usual. May I join you?"

Caroline looked up, recognizing the voice. Her hand dropped off the table, sliding around her waist to her holstered pistol.

"Please don't," he said, showing his hands. "I mean you no harm. But we should talk. You no doubt have a good number of questions, and I owe you some answers."

"Go ahead," she said. "Have a seat. Because I need some answers. Starting with, who are you, and why are you following me around?"

"My name is Hayden," he said. "I'm following you because you have been chosen and must be protected before you can fulfill your role."

TO BE CONTINUED...



Vamps: Kissing, Licking and Sucking



(Erica George is a new stripper about to start work one night in a strip club in Caledonia, a fictional town in Manitoba where, already, she is noticing strange things going on. For example, her original three male escorts, who insist there are vampires about, have been mysteriously attacked in the forest leading to the strip club that night; gone, they have been replaced by two very good-looking, muscular, and completely naked men, who take her inside the bar. Loud techno music, flashing lights, and semi-nude dancers are all around her. To Erica's dismay, all of the strippers are much more beautiful than she is.) 

*

The two nude men took me to a curvy, buxom blonde in a sparkling gold and silver evening dress and high heels. Her face was painted up in bright red lipstick, pink blush, dark eye shadow, and thick mascara. Approaching me, she smiled pleasantly, but with her mouth closed. She seemed to have an overbite. She shook my hand.

"Erica George," she said. "Welcome to POUMTANG. My name is Andrea Nini; I'm the head stripper here."

"Isn't this place called The Candy Club?" I asked.

"It used to be, but now that it's under my management, it's now called POUMTANG, or POUM, for short."

I'd have to ask her about that misspelled name later, when I had a chance. 

"You're the boss, and a stripper?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "A leader doesn't just sit back and let the others work; she must inspire her women."

"Any men?"

"Only our guards, like Gino and Jorge here. You can go now, boys."

The men bowed slightly to her and went back outside.

"Why are they naked?" I asked. "Do they strip here, too?"

"Sometimes they're involved in live sex shows," Andrea said.

"But they were naked outside, too."

"Well...that's just their way. Nudism is sort of a philosophy here. All will be explained to you in time. I'm sure they gave you good protection coming through that treacherous forest," she said.

"Protection?" I asked with my eyes practically bugging out of my head. "Three men from town were escorting me, and they all got attacked. I hope they're OK."

"I hope they aren't, for the sake of all of us vam-, uh, strippers," Andrea said. "Your escorts were the real danger. Everyone in town, that is, the Christians, hate our club and want to destroy us--our business. Gino and Jorge got rid of them and got you here safely."

"I don't understand. My three escorts were assaulted by muggers hiding in the trees."

"Don't worry. As I said before, all will be explained to you in time. Let's get you into the change room in the back. We have lots of sexy things you can wear onstage."

Andrea led me through the bar, where I continued seeing the most flawlessly sexy women, each in a different stage of undress, either giving men table dances or lap dances, or dancing onstage.

I was always able to accept not being the hottest girl in a strip joint, but that night my insecure, envious eyes were scouring the entire bar for at least one chunky dancer, or older dancer, or floppy-titted one. And all I could see were sex goddesses, and many, many of them, with no imperfect exceptions.

Oh, no, I thought. I'm the least sexy girl here. I hope I'm not judged too harshly when I'm nude.

Andrea took me into the changing room, and turned on the light. There I saw a short, fully naked brunette dancer looking through the stockings and garters. The turning on of the light irritated her eyes; I wondered why she was looking through the clothes in the pitch black dark, and how she was able to do so without even the slightest amount of light to guide her.

Anyway, she, too, was an example of divine physicality, with a deliciously smooth body: creamy, curvy, perfect skin. No flab. Not a single blemish. Interestingly, the light seemed to annoy Andrea as much as it did the naked stripper; and the only conceivable fault I could find in either woman, with their nice, round tits and asses, was that their skin was rather pale. This naked girl also seemed to have an overbite.

"Erica, meet Fantine Tremblay, or 'Fanny', as she likes to be called," Andrea said. "Fanny, Erica George."

"Nice to meet you, Erica," Fanny said in a Quebec accent. We shook hands. "Welcome to POUM."

"Thanks," I said. "I just hope the men here like me as much as they like all you POUMTANG girls. I've never seen such anatomical perfection."

"They'll like you, too," Andrea reassured me. "Why wouldn't they?"

"Well, my body has a flaw or two," I said.

"I don't see any flaws," Fanny said as she put on a purple lace thong.

"You will see when I'm nude," I insisted. "The men here must be used to seeing perfect babes, which I'm not."

"If you're that insecure about your body, don't worry," Andrea said. "We have ways of making your body a perfect sculpture."

"Plastic surgery?" I asked.

"Oh, better than that," Fanny said, having put on a bra and high heels to match her thong.

"Well, if your method's that good, please don't keep it from me," I said. "I'm gonna be nervous going on that stage, knowing the standard the men are used to seeing here."

"It's best not to use our methods so soon," Andrea said. "We'll see how the men react to you as you are, and if there's a problem, we'll help you then."

"I have to go on now," Fanny said, still wincing and grimacing. "I've gotta get out of here; the light's driving me crazy."

"Me, too," Andrea said, also cringing in discomfort. "I'm sure you'll be fine onstage. You'll be on after Fanny. Good luck." She quickly left the room.

"Nice meeting you, Erica," Fanny said, shaking my hand again. "When you go on, break a leg." She also quickly went out of the room. When I saw her disappear back into the dark, I heard her moan with relief.

"Breaking a leg will be the least of my worries, with girls like you for my competition," I said. Why does the light bother them? It doesn't bother me, I thought.

I started fishing through the dresses and other outfits. I found some black panties and a matching bra, as well as black stockings, just like those worn by the girl in that outside painting by the front door. I hoped my looking like her would improve my sex appeal.

I also found a black evening gown. I was lucky to have black high heels in my gym bag. After putting on all the clothes, I freshened up my makeup: dark eyeshadow, blush, thick black mascara and eyeliner, and dark red lipstick.

I looked myself over in the mirror, carefully appraising my whole body. Dressed that way, I seemed sexy. But what about when I was to get nude?

I went out by the stage, where Fanny was doing her floor show, dancing to "Toxic," by Britney Spears. After having a recording of the songs I was to dance to given to the DJ, I looked at all the men watching Fanny: rapt, they never took their eyes off her. They didn't cheer or make rude cat-calls; they just watched her with a near religious adoration. Their eyes sparkled with fascination at her topless loveliness, and their mouths hung open in awe.

I'd never seen such a reaction to a stripper, even to the most beautiful of them. Fanny seemed to have a kind of sorcery to hold their undivided attention that way. I couldn't understand what I was seeing, and her charms made me all the more worried that I, going on right after her, would fail to have even half her power over the audience.

Her second song began: "Fuck the Pain Away," by Peaches. She pulled off the purple thong and got her high heeled feet out of the leg holes. She had perfectly trimmed pubic hair, a flawless French wax. The men were still mesmerized, their eyes following her every step from one side of the stage to the other. I still didn't have any idea of how I could compete with her.

Her last song, "Rock On," by David Essex, began. She removed her high heels and began crawling around. When she spread her legs and showed off her perfectly pink pussy and chocolatey brown asshole again, the men just stared silently, in awe. No crude remarks, no piggish behaviour. I felt myself as stunned by their--it could only be described as--respect of her, as they were of her divine curves.

She lay on her back and spread her legs wide open. She spread her pussy lips wide open, everything gloriously showing. She then raised her legs up so her asshole would show, too. Again, only reverent awe from the viewers. I was burning with envy...and worry.

Her song was over, and she got off the stage. Now it was my turn.

"Let's give a big hand for Fanny," the DJ announced. "And now let's welcome a brand new dancer to POUM, a very sexy lady, here's...Erica."

All the men cheered for me, whistling and cat-calling, everything that wasn't done for Fanny. I got on stage, trying not to let my nervousness show.

The DJ--who I noticed was one of the nude men who'd shown me in, and who seemed to be nude still--played my first song, "I Need You Tonight," by INXS. I roamed about the stage, shaking my ass to the beat and making extensive use of the pole. Gone was the rapt look in the men's eyes.

I saw them talking to their friends and clearly showing little interest in me. The hypnosis Fanny had had them all under was gone. I fought harder to hide my nervousness.

Coming to the middle of the song, I unzipped the dress and let it drop to my feet. The men's reaction remained cool.

"Flab!" one of them shouted suddenly.

I didn't know which was scarier, being in that forest earlier that night with whoever had attacked my three escorts, or stripping for this crowd.

My first song ended. The second began: also by INXS, it was "Devil Inside." I tried moving around more energetically, kicking my legs up in the air and twirling, but none of it seemed to make an impression on this tough crowd. A minute or so into the song, I did what would be the hardest thing for me to do: remove the bra and reveal my somewhat saggy tits.

I'd always been insecure about them, but displaying this imperfection to these obviously choosy men was going to test my nerves like never before. Again, all I got was a lukewarm reaction, them more interested in chatting with each other than in looking at me.

"Flappy floppers!" shouted that man again; at least I thought it was the same heckler as before. He was wearing a baseball cap, jeans, and a green T-shirt; he was sucking back a beer.

My lower lip was quivering, and a tear ran down my cheek; but I had to finish my set. The second song ended.

My last song, INXS's "Never Tear Us Apart," began playing.

"I hate INXS!" shouted that heckler. "What happened to the sexy music? And the sexy dancers?"

I really wanted the heel of my shoe to meet that guy's balls, but I bit my lip and continued with my floorshow, wishing the time would fly by so I could get off the stage. I removed my shoes. 

A minute or so into the song, I reluctantly removed the thong, revealing my hairy bush.

"Damn, shave that thing!" the heckler shouted.

I got on the floor on my back, and spread my legs with a maximum of trepidation.

"Fuck!" he shouted again. "I can smell that all the way over here! Disgusting!"

I couldn't take it any more: I got up and ran off the stage, leaving my clothes there, and went back into the change room. I burst out into tears. I just sat on a chair and cried and cried.

After a minute or so of incessant bawling, I heard a scream, one a lot like those I'd heard in the forest, when those men were attacked.

Soon after that, Andrea came into the room with two other strippers, ones as perfect-looking as her and Fanny. They all squinted in discomfort at the light.

"Don't worry about that asshole," Andrea said, hugging me. "We got rid of him."

"That wasn't him screaming out there, was he?" I asked. "I'd like that."

"No, but he's been kicked out," said one of the strippers. "Justice has been done."

"Yeah, but I'll never compete with you girls," I said in sobs. "I shouldn't work here."

"Bullshit," Andrea said. "We can improve your looks. But you have to trust us."

"Why couldn't you have just done it before?" I asked.

"Because it's a radical solution to your insecurities," the second stripper said. "Only now, with you wanting to be perfected so badly, will you be open-minded enough to receive our methods."

"Yes," Andrea said.

"Well, give it to me," I begged. "Don't keep it from me. I was always open to it."

"OK, but it's radical," Andrea said. "Let's all go into the bedroom upstairs."

'Yeah," the second stripper said. "Let's hurry. That light is bugging me."

We went up there right away.

In the bedroom was a king size bed. We went over and I got on it. The dim light in the room was tolerable for the other women.

I was so distracted by my eagerness to have their mysterious method improve my looks, that it was only when I saw the other three strippers, well, stripping, that I remembered I still didn't have any clothes on myself.

"Um, ladies, I'm straight," I said.

"Why does that matter?" Andrea said, now in her navy blue bra and thong.

"What's wrong with experimenting?" said the first stripper, also now in her underwear, a pink bra and panties.

"Well, we don't even know each other," I said.

"My name is Christina Ball," the second stripper said, shaking my hand and letting her white panties drop to her feet. She was now fully nude, and she got beside me on the bed. She had pretty, perky tits. Her wispy pubic hair was also neatly trimmed.

"And I'm Meg Hamilton," said the first, with a body deliciously similar to Christina's. "You already know Andrea." All three women were nude and on the bed with me now. Their hourglass curves were still making me envious, and impatient to have the same. Andrea's big tits were simply amazing. 

"OK, I know your names, and I'm Erica, if you didn't already know," I said, my voice a little shaky now with shyness. "But that's all we know about each other."

"Erica, we're knowing each other more and more these very seconds," Andrea said, kissing me on the cheek and fondling my right breast. I now felt six hands and three pairs of lips gently roaming all over my skin.

Christina, a short blonde with long curly hair--a sexy little pixie--was sucking on my other breast, her lips gently pulling on my erect nipple. Meg, also a petite but long-haired blonde, was between my legs, having kissed her way from my belly down to my bush and making my whole body vibrate with pleasure. Indeed, my original misgivings about lesbian sex were quickly dissolving into delight. These women had the hands of masseurs and the tongues and lips of masters.

I just lay on my back, closed my eyes, and received it all, more and more eagerly all the time. I softly moaned my thanks to those great kissers, lickers, and suckers.

Andrea's tongue was slithering in my right ear, then it slid down across my cheek to my mouth. She plunged her tongue deep inside my mouth and tangled it with my tongue, massaging it and the roof of my mouth. No man had ever French-kissed me so expertly!

She wouldn't let me move my tongue around much; she kept it away from her teeth, so it usually only stayed in my mouth. I wondered why she didn't seem to want my tongue to dance around inside her mouth the way hers did in mine. Not that this mattered at all: I was getting really hot!

Meg's face was now buried in my hairy, wet pussy, sucking on my hard clitoris, then moving her lips over to either of my swelling labia, then back to my clit again. She slid her tongue an inch or so inside my vagina and began flickering it, making my G-spot tingle. Her hands gently squeezed my ass. My moans were now sighs and squeals.

Christina's hands gently roamed and caressed my skin, her left going from my neck, which she was kissing, along my chest and down to my pubic hair, running her fingers in it a while, then back up. Her right hand slid up and down my left arm.

While I was loving this lay better than those of the very best male lovers of my past, I still didn't see what lesbian lovemaking had to do with giving me a better-looking body. Where was the science in it? Or was it some kind of black magic? Who knew? In any case, I was too horny to complain.

As Meg continued to slide her tongue in and out of my vagina, thrilling my G-spot, she slid a finger inside my asshole. She went in about a centimetre or two.

"Ooh!" I cried with a mixture of surprise and excitement. 

Though embarrassed at how dirty and smelly I was down there, I couldn't deny how good her sensitive finger felt. The stimulation was equal to what her tongue was doing, and I could feel myself approaching orgasm. I was squirming and writhing on the bed, but with intense excitement.

If lesbian sex was typically this good, I was switching to gay, immediately!

Christina was sucking on my right breast now while pinching the nipple of my left. Andrea was kissing my neck, lightly nibbling on it. Was I about to get a hickey?

Her nibbling was always in small, careful bites; but on one or two occasions, I was sure I'd felt a tooth as sharp as a cat's. I didn't think too much of it, though, for I was just sizzling with lust.

My sighs and squeals were growing into screams. I was about to climax.

Meg was working hard, her tongue and lips tirelessly shaking faster and faster. She would hum in my cunt as if it were a harmonica. My whole pussy was buzzing!

Finally, I came: it was like a dam exploding. It was the best explosion of pleasure I'd ever had, but with a shock. That hickey I'd been expecting from Andrea bit sharply and deeply into my neck! My pleasure was matched with an equally sharp pain.

"Aaaah!" I screamed. I felt my blood being pulled out of me.

I lay there in a daze, as if I were stoned. I felt my will strangely half given to Andrea. I didn't know why, but apart from the bite, I felt better, stronger, more powerful...and despite my stupor, even more intelligent.

"What did you...do to me?" I asked with lazy panting. "Why did you bite me?" I looked over at Andrea.

Then I saw her bloody, bared fangs.

Then those of Christina and Meg.

"Holy shit!" I gasped. "Those men...my three escorts here...were right: there are vampires here...Either that,...or I'm as high...as a kite." My head was spinning. 

"We told you our plan was radical," Christina said. "But go look at yourself in the mirror."

"Yeah," Meg said. "See what we did for you."

I got off the bed, still feeling woozy after that bite, and went over to the mirror, on the dresser on the other side of the room. I gazed on my nakedness with amazement.

"Oh...my...God," I said, my eyes and mouth wide open.

No more flab. Not even a bit.

My skin was smooth, creamy, and fairer. No blemishes. I looked several years younger, even.

My tits, which used to be floppy, were now firm...and bigger!

My curves were curvier.

My hairy bush? Not so hairy now: it appeared neatly trimmed, and waxed as if by magic.

I turned around to look at my ass, which was no longer dimply, but round and beautiful. Then I spread my legs and bent over to see how my pussy and asshole looked. What used to be hairy and raunchy-looking was now neat, trim, and totally pleasing aesthetically, like a porn star.

My body wasn't quite as perfect as those of the three blonde beauties who'd just had...and transformed me, but the improvement on my looks was something I could only be awed about.

I grinned with delight, tears forming in my eyes.

Then, having straightened up and turned around again to face the mirror, I took a closer look at my teeth. There was no blood on my neck; after Andrea's sucking of my blood, the wounds healed remarkably quickly--indeed, the bite marks were a barely noticeable pair of tiny dots. I didn't have the vampire fangs of Meg, Christina, or Andrea (or, presumably, all of the other strippers in the POUM Club), but my corresponding teeth were noticeably sharper; apparently, I was turning into a vampiress slowly.



Vamps: Twice Bitten, So Sly



Between the first 'Vamps' installment and this one, Erica has learned about her improved psychic powers, including increased empathy. She has tried to find out who the vamp traitor is who is informing the vampire hunters of the vamps' daytime sleeping places. She has also been reconciled, somewhat, with Hal, the man who heckled her during her first striptease. He now thinks she is beautiful, thanks to the improved looks she's got from Andrea's bite. Now she is looking into the CNT Club to see if she can sniff out the vamp traitor there.

*****

The following night, I found the CNT Club; like the POUM, it was shrouded in a forest, but to the northeast of town, whereas the POUM Club was to the southeast of town, almost along the same longitude as the CNT. Also like the POUM, the CNT Club had male vamps protecting it from Christian vampire hunters. The original sign over the front door, Tramps, hadn't been taken down: a red V was spray painted over the Tr, but later, CUNT, in black lettering, was spray painted over all the original letters; then the C, N, and T were spray painted again, but in white, presumably to distract one from the obscenity of the black lettering. I went in.

Amid the loud techno music and flashes of strobe lights that coloured up and dotted the darkness, I saw the by-now-typical, perfectly curvy strippers, either half-naked or fully so, giving table- or lap-dances. One of them, a buxom blonde goddess in a white lace bra and thong, with matching fishnet stockings and high heels, approached me. Her vamp fangs were hidden in an overbite, behind full lips with lush, dark red lipstick.

"Hi," she sighed in a thick Slavic accent, her hand held out to shake mine. "My name is Anna Petrovich. Are you looking for a job here?" We shook hands.

"Well, I'm stripping in the POUMTANG Club right now," I said, "but if I like it better here, I might consider asking you for work."

"We're always looking for new blood," she said.

"Oh, I know that," I said.

"How many times have you been bitten? I'd say once, from the slight mark on your neck."

Since the mark was now practically invisible, especially in the darkness of the bar, I figured she must have psychically sensed its presence. "That's right, I've only been bitten once; but I'm eager for my second and third bites."

"We can help you with that, if you'll be willing to help us."

"Speaking of help, do you know of a vamp traitor who's telling the vampire hunters in town where you girls are sleeping?" I asked.

"We were hoping you could help us with the same thing," Anna said. "We've had three of our vamps destroyed, exposed to the hellish sun."

"Awful," I sighed. "I heard it was only one."

"Two more were destroyed today. That why I was hoping you could strip for us. We don't have enough girls here."

"That's too bad. I hate the bigotry against vamps here. We're not the Satanic beasts the Church says we are."

"And the Church isn't the pantheon of saints it pretends to be."

Same scholarly vamp vocabulary, I thought. So odd to hear such erudition in strippers, particularly in uneducated me, yet so cool, too. I'm sick of men always thinking we're all just a bunch of dummies. "How can I help?"

"First," she asked, looking me straight in the eyes with that hypnotic fire in hers, and stroking my hair. "Do you trust me?"

"I don't see...why not," I said, my vision already blurring and my head swimming. "I don't trust...the Catholics here."

"Then we must love each other." She kissed me on the lips. "But first, come get to know some of us. Come with me."

Anna led me through the bar, and I passed by the stage, where a short, tanned stripper with slight muscle tone was doing her third song, "It's Alright (Baby's Coming Back)," by the Eurythmics.

Anna and I sat at a table close to the stage. We chatted as the nude girl onstage carried on with her floorshow. Apart from her awe-inspiring, curvy body, she had an unusually large clitoris. Crawling about barefoot with her legs spread wide apart and her ass pushed out, she had her pussy and asshole proudly on display for her rapt male audience at the tip rail.

Her pink pussy, with that protruding clit, was such sugary licorice; and her pretty, wrinkled asshole was like a puckered caramel kiss. Perfectly clean and fit to eat. 

"Who is that hot-looking girl?" I asked, ogling and not believing my developing lesbian cravings.

"Oh, that's Francine Tremblay, or 'Franny', as we all call her," Anna said.

"She's the sister of Fanny in POUM," a short, petite stripper with black hair said in a Spanish accent. She was wearing a dark red bikini and matching high heels. She had tiny but firm breasts. She sat beside me.

"Really?" I said. "They're sisters?"

"Yes," Anna said. "It's a small world, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I said. "Franny sure resembles Fanny. Their similar names are appropriate. I'm Erica," I said to the Latina girl, holding out my hand to shake hers.

"Maria Gonzalez," she said, shaking my hand. Her fangs were showing without inhibition.

"Nice to meet you," I said.

The song was over, and Franny got off stage without even bothering to put her clothes back on. Not that she needed to: her nakedness was a glory to see, even for those not sexually attracted to women.

"Hi, I'm Franny. You must be the new girl in POUM," she said in a French Canadian accent. We shook hands.

"Yes," I said. "I'm Erica George. Nice to meet you. You looked really beautiful onstage."

"Thank you," she said. I looked over at Anna, who I already envied and admired. Being a vamp had given her an inscrutable, beautiful calm and confidence. I wanted that coolness so badly. "So, where are you from, Anna?"

"Russia," she said.

"Your English is amazingly good," I said.

"It wasn't always," she said almost sadly. I assumed correctly that her vamp powers were responsible for the perfection of her grammar.

"What brought you to Canada?" I asked.

"A job opportunity here," she said with a frown, looking away.

"Why not strip in Russia?" I asked.

"Because I thought the job would be in social work," she said, still frowning and looking away. Her confidence was obviously also something she'd only acquired as a vamp. Her life before becoming a vamp had suddenly become all the more fascinating, as I could easily empathize with those lacking in self-assurance.

"Oh? The job offer was a lie?" I asked.

"Yes. About a year ago, these three strip-clubs were a front for human trafficking," Maria said. "We all got tricked into coming here, thinking we'd get good jobs. Instead, we were made into prostitutes against our will. Then the Vampire Revolution liberated us."

"Yes," Anna said. "A vamp named Leona Trotta bit me one night after I escaped. She made me a vamp, I returned, bit the other girls, and we killed the whole mafia family who had been holding us against our will. Now, the strip club is our own."

"Awesome!" I said. "These three strip clubs are the first ones I've ever seen where the strippers are actually the ones in the saddle. It's awful, though, that you were all sex slaves before." 

"I had been hoping for a good job to make money for my poor family in Mexico," Maria said, a tear running down her cheek. "Because of my being a slave here, I couldn't send any money home. My sick mother died because I couldn't give her any money to pay for medical help." She began sobbing, and Anna put her arm around her.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said. With my blossoming psychic powers, I could feel Maria's pain quite acutely. I almost wanted to cry, too, as if her mother had been my own. Of course, my own mother's death made it even easier for me to sympathize with poor Maria.

"My sister, Fantine, has an illegitimate daughter for whom she was hoping to earn money with the stripping job here," Franny added, snarling. "We were able to get our family in Chicoutimi to take care of the little girl, thank Empusa, but Fantine, an unpaid slave, was so distraught at not even being able to see her. Those mafia bastards! I'm so glad we sucked them all dry."

"I'm glad I never had to meet them," I said, feeling Franny's anger.

"Well, I have to go onstage," Maria said. "It was nice to meet you, Erica." We shook hands again, then she turned around and walked toward the stage.

"Bye," I said.

A man approached Franny. "Can I have a lap dance?" he asked her.

"Sure," she said, smirking, licking her lips, and contemplating all that delicious blood in him. She went with him to a VIP Room, never bothering to put on any of her clothes.

Two more strippers approached Anna and me, one of them a golden blonde and the other a dirty blonde. They smiled suggestively at me.

"Let's go upstairs now," Anna said to me. We got up and went with the two strippers to a staircase leading up to the second floor.

"So, what does CUNT stand for?" I asked. "I understand the Caledonia strip clubs' names are all acronyms."

"It stands for the Collective Union of Nudists and Transwomen," Anna said as we began ascending the stairs. "We got rid of the word 'Union' not only because it was redundant, but because we were getting flak from the Catholic community here for the acronym's 'obscenity'."

"So there are transwomen here who want bites to make them physically female, too, eh?" I asked. "Just like in POUM?"

"Yes," she said. "Transgender people from all over flock here to have the bodies their souls desire." We reached the top of the stairs and went into a bedroom, one not unlike the one I'd been in with Andrea, Christina, and Meg. The two other vamp strippers had entered first; having only worn bras, thongs, and high heels, they'd already stripped naked and were waiting for us on the bed. There was no need to tell me about the ritual for my second biting: we all psychically communicated this intention.

Anna removed her bra, revealing the two most beautiful, natural breasts I'd ever seen. Each of that soft pair of giant cake balls was topped with sweet berries for nipples.

Then she removed her thong, revealing her shaved pussy. Next to come off were her fishnets and shoes, and she was as nude as the two vamps on the bed. I quickly got naked, eager for that bite (not to mention the hot sex), and Anna and I got on the bed.

"Erica, meet Celina Helmer and Josie Beverley Druitt," Anna said. "Celina and Josie, meet Erica, a once-bitten who just started working in POUM."

"Hi," I said to them.

"Hi," Celina and Josie sighed in unison.

All three of them started caressing my arms, legs, and breasts as I lay on my back on the bed. Anna put those delicious breasts of hers on either side of my face and gently pressed them on my cheeks. Oh, their softness and smoothness! I was really coming to like lesbian love.

After she tickled my lips with her erect nipples, I asked, "When you...bite me, will I...Oh!...lose my will...completely?"

"Not quite," Anna said, gently kissing my left cheek and neck. "Only if...you'd been bitten...twice by...the same vamp...would your will...be all hers." She squeezed my right breast, pinching the nipple.

"Ah!" I moaned.

Josie, who also had lovely large breasts, began rubbing them against my belly as she sucked on my right breast. Her lips pulled on the nipple, and her tongue flickered back and forth on the tip of my nipple. 

Celina, with smaller, perkier breasts but ones no less tasty, had buried her face between my legs and was making my vulva as wet as her saliva-soaked mouth. She made buzzing noises on my hardening clit, wrapped her lips around each of my swollen labia, and slid her tongue deep inside my cunt, tickling my G-spot. She then slid her finger an inch or so inside my anus, bobbing it in and out. I sighed my thanks in a high pitch.

Anna was still kissing me all around my neck, nuzzling and nibbling gently. I waited eagerly for that bite! 

My sighs and squeals were getting higher and louder. As I got hornier and hornier, I feared the pain of that second bite, as well as the possibility that Anna wasn't being honest about how much control she would have over me after the bite. Would I completely lose my will, and be made her slave for an indefinite amount of time...maybe forever? 

Still, the vamps' expert lovemaking kept me more and more excited, and that pleasure relaxed any worries I had...though in the back of my mind, it occurred to me that such a relaxation would be a perfect way for me to surrender my will to them completely. 

My fear of the pain of the second bite, and of possibly losing all my will, didn't distract me from the pleasure, though: actually, that fear increased my excitement. My body was tensing up and shaking with anticipation of my nearing orgasm...and new vamp powers! 

Finally, I let out a scream, with my eyes squished shut, and I came; with perfect timing, Anna bit me the very second of my squirting pussy.

Again, I felt the numbing daze as of one on drugs, my perception blurrier and blurrier as I felt my blood being sucked out. I felt my will become more that of the vamps' Blood Collective than of my own. I just lay on my back, my head spinning.

"How do you feel?" Anna asked.

"High," I moaned.

"No marijuana or ecstasy ever made you feel stoned like that, eh?" Celina asked, grinning.

"No," I sighed. "Not like this."

"Celina has a wicked tongue, hasn't she?" Josie asked.

"No," I said. "She has a...very good tongue."

Celina laughed, always proud of her abilities.

"Do you feel more connected with us?" Anna asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"That's because your blood is merged with that of the Collective," Josie said.

"More and more, you're becoming one of us," Celina said, licking her lips and proudly baring her beautiful fangs with a sinful grin.

"You'll care more and more about our needs, and we'll care more and more about yours," Anna said.

"We vamps all love each other," Josie said.

"In mind...and body," Celina said, kissing my belly several times.

"How do I look?" I asked, getting off the bed on the left side. As with the first bite, my initial stupor was abating somewhat. "That bite didn't...hurt as much...as last time."

"The second and third bites hurt less and less," Celina said. "Your third will hardly hurt at all."

"Then you'll be impervious to pain," Josie said.

"A mirror is over there," Anna said, pointing to the wall to the right of the bed.

I went around the foot of the bed and approached the mirror, which went from the floor up to a few inches taller than I. I gazed on my frontal nudity, waiting for my blurry vision to focus.

What a difference! I was grinning in narcissistic adoration. My teeth, those four fangs, were sharper; my skin was whiter, but creamier and more delectable; my breasts were again larger, rounder, and firmer, like a perfect silicone job, only without silicone; and my curves were snake-like!

"How do you like yourself?" Celina asked.

"I think I'm in love with my body," I said.

"I think I am, too," Celina said with a lustful glint in her eye.

My eyes were welling with tears. Vamps rule! I thought. Wait till Hal sees me! He won't be able to resist me. I just hope...for his sake...that his love for me isn't only skin deep. "When do I get my third bite?" I asked. "I don't think I want to wait."

"After you've looked around the PSUC Club for us," Anna said. "When you're a thrice-bitten, you'll fully know the danger we're all in."



Vampyre



The horizon was glowing as fire after the sun made its decent towards the other side of the world. As the land went to sleep, with the majority of the civilized population seeking the sanctuary of their homes, another breed of life was emerging into the darkness. Some were those who felt confined in their existence as a mortal human being, wanting another way to live. Most would never find that which they sought.

Bars and clubs began to fill with these people dressed in black clothing, artificially pale skin in an attempt to appear as some sort of demonic specter walking out of the shadows. In some cases the attempt to appear different worked against the stated ideal to make them look enough alike to be classified into a group. These groups often spent the nights with loud music and flashing lights, a mixture of drugs and alcohol to blur the events of the evenings.

Once the fiery rays of the sun gave way completely to the oncoming twilight, another form of creature rose from what some would call the realm of death itself. With a grace no mortal would be capable of, Michelle rose from her black casket in the safety of her townhouse. There was no need for her to stretch her limbs, the blood she had feasted on the night before gave her a sustenance like no vitamin could ever give.

With her long blonde hair flowing in stark golden contrast to the black lace which hung on her body, Michelle lifted her arm into the air after pushing open the lid and rising gracefully as if out of the grave. By day she had slept in this place acquired by riches which came easily to one who walked the night seemingly forever. The room was dark, pitch black even, though her preternatural vision allowed her to penetrate just enough to know nothing had been disturbed while she had slept.

It was another night for her, one in which she would blend with these self proclaimed children of the night, letting them stand next to that which they desire without having even the slightest notion. More often than not she would seduce one or several of the most enticing mortals she could find, sometimes selecting them merely because of the scent coming out of their glands.

The dark kiss was not one which was always fatal. If the victim was inebriated the effects of the intoxication would be passed slightly to Michelle, though her body could readily absorb such a thing and render it powerless in her undead flesh. If done properly, which was not a hard task in the least, one would remember little more than a sensuous encounter with an alluring woman who left no trace of her presence behind. A small drop of her own blood would easily heal the wounds from her sharp fangs, eliminating all evidence. It was only when the passion became unbearable did life become lost, when there would be no more blood to sustain the body.

Through years of walking the night in search of prey, one would easily dispatch the lives of mortals as generally meaningless. It was not that there was no compassion, rather that the beast which resided in a being such as this would come to the forefront, causing one to simply view humans as prey. It was something that these eternal creatures of the night battled within constantly, some more than others.

In the modern age of identification numbers and forensic science, there had to be extra precaution taken in order to conceal the existence of the myth. One could not allow the normal world to learn of the reality. No one knows for sure exactly what would happen, but as history shows, mankind seldom is very accepting of that which is different, especially if they become the hunted.

On the outskirts of town in a slightly secluded area, the earth began to writhe as if in agony. If there happened to be anyone there to witness this sight it would be the last thing they ever laid eyes upon. As the ground gave way, Daniel arose with clods of dirt clinging to the clothing he had taken the night before from his victim. There was no grace or ritual aside from the fact he had been doing it every night for longer than he cared to contemplate.

As was the case with other beings of this nature, Daniel had become frustrated with the ever changing world around him. Lifetimes pass as well as people, companionship rare and hardly enough to satisfy a mind which has lived for centuries. There were other vampires, though it was common practice for all to keep themselves hidden. Just like with mortals as they can grow to despise ones they love over time, it was magnified when the curse of immortality was thrown into the mix.

This left Daniel traveling, using the Earth itself to shield his body from the dreadful rays of sunlight when there was no strength left in him to continue each night. He would arise from his new grave each evening, finding the edge of civilization nearby in order to select his victim. Mortal lives had long ago lost importance to this one. 

Through the darkness Daniel moved like something from nightmares. Effortlessly his feet would pass without crunching grass underfoot, preternatural eyes scanning as nostrils flared in search of fresh blood. Ironically he had chosen a spot behind a cemetery as his place of rest the night before. This was for seclusion as well as a reminder as to what he was, a torture he had to apply to himself as often as possible. It was through pain that one could feel truly alive.

Most of the time a place like that would have been deserted at such an hour, leaving no living and breathing body around for him to feed. This night though there was an older man kneeling near the grave of his wife. He had always dressed for her, an act that brought him comfort in still showing his affections. This man ( Alexander was his name as Daniel later found out from his wallet ) was only 53 years old and in quite good health. He wore a black suit, by chance it happened to be the one he had worn at his wife's funeral. The memory of the event was fresh in his mind, running through his head so that he had not the slightest warning of the creature coming up behind him.

For Daniel the death was never swift. He preferred to keep them alive just long enough to heal the wound, removing evidence aside from a body with a significant blood loss and no puddle to show for it. Oftentimes he would snap the neck to throw the forensics off course. In many cases the bodies were left hidden to be found later to make it even harder to determine the actual cause of death. 

The suit was slightly loose but a good fit, and there was enough money in the wallet to make for a decent evening if he chose to patronize some local establishment. A well kept Chevy Caprice provided for more standard means of transportation, as Daniels fingerprints were barely detectable and would be on no public records.

In the metropolis of South Florida there was much nightlife to experience. Michelle often put this to use, sometimes seeking a new place to use as her haven. More often than not she would come to a place called by some of the raver’s “The Coven”. It was really a small club recently purchased by new ownership and no sign had been erected. For whatever reason those who would call themselves gothic frequented there on a nightly basis.

This served Michelle well, though she would not go there every night. Once or twice a week was about the maximum for preying within those walls. Recognition was not particularly a good thing. With smooth skin and flowing blonde hair, coupled with eyes that can pierce a mans soul with a mere glance she was not one easily forgotten. Her preternatural body gave her a beauty a mortal woman would kill for, and this was without adding in her own radiant aura.

The little bite was one that could easily be taken from one easily susceptible to her methods of seduction, appearing only to be necking for the bystanders if they happened to notice. Such a dark environment made it easy to conceal ones activities. Michelle had great choice in who it was that she chose to drink from, making this task all the more easier.

She engaged little in conversation, passing through the growing mass of flesh as a wraith, both grace and beauty allowing her complete freedom in actions. It was the night, her element, and there was nothing which would tie her down. Time was hers to do with as she pleased. This lifestyle was somewhat new in forming, vastly different from half a century before. The novelty had still not yet worn out. There was also satisfaction in moving without wearing the masque in her nightly outings. The need to smear a drop of blood on ones skin to bring the face to blush was unnecessary.

Daniel rolled into the heart of the city with the radio turned off. As he did on most nights in which he traveled through a well populated area he was intending to take in the local nightlife. It always provided with ample food and sometimes even some good entertainment. There was never a need for him to shave or groom, as before his creation his sire had been sure to make him a creature that would benefit from the dieing of the body. This afforded him with an easy time of going amongst the masses and pretending occasionally to be one of them.

Just as Michelle did, Daniel made use of the darker styles that formed in modern society. There were times when he could even flash his fangs and they would be though to be mere caps on his existing teeth. That was a rare circumstance that he did not often risk. There had been many long nights of traveling, sometimes going for weeks without encountering a city such as this. What it was that he sought was not immediately known. There were women in his travels, though the lust for blood overpowered all of the fleshes desire for sexual contact. This of course did not stop him from attracting and seducing his victims, giving them what they wanted in order to bring them closer. 

It was mere fate that caused Daniel to park the stolen Caprice in the section of the city where Michelle was making her haven for the night. He left the keys in the ignition, leaving it as bait for another to take and possibly catch the heat for the murder which took place recently. Sure they would find the body stripped near to naked as Daniel now wore the suit, but those little details did not matter when investigators were desperate for lead.

There were a good deal of people walking the streets at this time, some looking for their fix others seeking a night of adventure. Daniel walked among them, idly scanning the area for an ideal spot. There was one place in particular that caught his eye as many of the Goth type were entering. The night was still young, especially for him. A place which would allow for more openness as to what he was would be perfect. It was a luxury he had not had as of late.

The overwhelming sensations of the fresh blood flowing through her veins had begun to wear off in Michelle’s undead body. Time had passed and it was indeed only a little bite. Just a snack, if you will. It was just another way for her to pass the time until she found something to more completely satisfy her cravings. There had been times when a series of small bites would be what she used to sustain herself, though that was sometimes not practical.

Michelle could not help but notice as Daniel began moving around the edge of the crowd after coming in. She stood there, pausing for a moment in the seductive movements of her hips as she swayed slightly in and out of time with the techno dancers around her. It was one of the ways in which she attracted attention. 

There was no doubt in her mind when she laid eyes upon him as to what he was. The skin was pale, looking almost like that of a statue with pliability. Though others of their kind had been around it had been quite sometime. There was a thought that he might have been there for reasons which were not benign, though that did not come to the forefront. In most cases they were all just as hungry for interaction with one who would understand them.

Daniel did not notice her at first as the smell of human blood assailed his senses for the first few moments. His eyes took on a beastly quality as he watched the throats pass by him as the rest of their bodies moved this way and that. The attire in which he presented himself was not too out of place, though more formal than one would ever expect to see in a place like this. With his head near bald and his beard trimmed short, he looked as modern as he did two hundred years ago when he still felt a desire to live among the mortals and be recognized by them. 

While Michelle gazed and resumed her motions to mingle with the crowd, Daniel began gaining control of himself, naturally glancing around as he moved further back into the club. It was when he scanned the crowd on the dance floor that he noticed the piercing blue eyes staring back at his own, stunning him for a second as he realized what it was that he was looking at. 

Michelle’s long blonde hair flow about her shoulders, as she deliberately moved in a way that would be more enticing to all around her. The movements were done with such grace that none of the mortals in the building would have been able to mimic with anywhere near the beauty she exuded from herself. There was little doubt that Daniel would have taken notice of this woman even if she did not possess the magic of immortality, there was a sensuous beauty in her manners that could drive even the most stable hearts completely mad.

The path which Daniel had chosen to travel through this somewhat crowded club was abruptly changed as he made his way towards the alluring woman amongst the mortals. His prior feeding made it easier for him to shut out the longing for the blood which was now all around him. With his eyes set on his target most moved out of his way to let him pass. There was a determination in his stride that would make most mortals choose to not take their chances.

Though Michelle’s eyes never left the man as he approached, she did not cease to entertain those who were around her. She moved as if she was one of them, though only a fool would put her on such a low scale. When Daniel arrived his hands went onto her waist as he leaned in, putting his face close to hers. He stared at her, letting his fangs slip through his lips as his jaw parted, showing carnal desire that those around them would not understand. 

He stared at Michelle’s lips with his eyes downcast before moving his head in beside hers, letting his cold breath flow over her exposed neck after using his nose to brush it aside. Daniel soon felt the same reciprocated from Michelle, her desire increased by the scent of blood within his veins. 

Michelle pressed against him, moving her hips in a manner that would be inviting to one who still felt the carnal lust for pleasures of the flesh. He did not know whether it was to fit in with the crowd or if it was the desire which filled both of their hearts at that moment. Either way, it made no difference. 

In response to the movements made, Daniel slid his hand down her spine, stopping at the small of her back to push them both together. Just as contact was made he willed himself to fill his member with blood, letting it feel as a mortals would in the heat of passion. Michelle was obviously excited by all the prospects that this encounter had to offer, as Daniel soon felt the prick of just the tip of her blood fangs against his flesh.

Though he had the blood in him from before, there was an overwhelming desire to pierce this woman’s flesh and share with her in this sensual delight. This though was not the place. Pulling back, Daniel stared into the blood crazed eyes of Michelle, letting her see in his own eyes the desire that resided there. Nothing needed to be said in order to begin the motion of events. 

They walked, moving towards the back of the club where a hall led to the V.I.P. lounge. Occasionally they would stop, approaching one another in that graceful manner in which they did the first time, teasing one another’s senses with the promise of blood. It was something only they could understand, a dance which meant more to them than what those who stared could fathom. At this point they were drawing an audience, as both characters moved with such fluidity that is was almost as if it was a choreographed dance.

Even the bouncer which kept the run of the mill people in the crowds did little to impede their progress towards those rooms. What little the man did do was put to an abrupt halt as Daniel placed a hand to his chest, without taking his eyes from Michelle’s, and pushed him carefully against the wall with such strength that it stunned him from the mere feel of it. 

The lounge itself was filled with leather furniture and a bar that was not attended to, and no one in sight as the night was still young. Those who used this place had not yet come in to make use of its privacy.

Thus began the exchange of carnal desire, with Daniel forcing Michelle’s face from his neck to meet his lips, sliding his cold tongue between hers. She bit, sending her left canine through his tongue. The slight flow of blood which started was intoxicating to them both, with Daniel being able to taste it even as she sucked greedily on his tongue. Even if there had been a warm body in the room with them that was ripe for the picking, they would not have been broken of this desire for one another.

Above the loud music which played out in the dance hall through the overly large speakers, Daniels preternatural hearing was able to discern the footsteps as they came closer to the room. This caused him to break the passionate kiss, leading the entangled pair towards the fire escape. Outside the chill air did nothing to cool the heat which they both felt in their hearts. With one hand trailing over Michelle’s luscious body, Daniel’s other hand gripped the railing to the emergency stairs overhead to begin his accent to the roof. 

Effortlessly, Michelle followed suit, coming over the wall to stand before Daniel where he gazed upon her form as the light breeze made the black lace which she wore flow in the air as if it was suspended by magic. If either would have blinked they would have missed it, instantly they were in each others arms with a speed no human could have done. There was no kiss, nor was there the anything to mimic that of a human. Both sets of fangs were out, with two dark and deep gazes meeting for only an instant before Daniel felt the prick of Michelle’s teeth. 

This time there was no holding back, he could feel her fangs sink into his flesh. There was a moment of rapture, and he wondered if perhaps that is what his victims felt when he gave them the kiss of death. Daniel could feel the warmth being drained from him slow, though deliberately. This ignited within him his own hunger, jaw parting before putting his hand to the back of Michelle’s head, forcing it to the side just enough for him to bite, only lower towards the base of her neck.

If one could look on the night sky, they would see the silhouette of a man and a woman locked in a lovers embrace. In that moment they shared an ecstasy that very few before them had ever known existed. Coursing through each others veins was one feeling of pleasure, a sensation that could only be compared to orgasm. Perpetually locked in this embrace, a give and take of the blood they both need to survive.

At first Michelle had drank more greedily, not having enough in her to sate her desires. After some very long moments, it had even out. They drank from one another as if it was a holy fount which would give them heavenly sensations for the rest of eternity. In this state of being there was no time, the night moved on, people came and went on the streets below. Very seldom did the two lovers move as they shared in this. It was something neither of them expected though instinctually knew how to bring about. 




Vampyre: Embraced by Darkness



She bit her lower lip and tilted her head back, eyes half closed and body tense while he pushed himself into her. Perched on the altar, she rocked with him, hands gripping round his body while he groped at her breasts and grazed his teeth across her skin. She moaned quietly, barely daring to breathe as her body trembled at the mercy of his. Pulling at her nipples, he increased the tempo of their act. Sending her over the edge with a mixture of pleasure and pain, as her whimpering increased in volume and her breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps, he pulled his head back and sunk his teeth into her throat. 

Her moaning continued at first, her pleasure too great to even be aware of the pain being masked by her orgasm. Her arms still gripped around him, holding him tight to force him deeper and send her closer to the delight she craved. As the tremors subsided and the tension released she became aware of a warm ache on her neck. Her eyes rolled round in her head and once opened took a few seconds to adjust fully to the dimly lit church where they had consummated their lust. As her eyes tracked up her body, she noticed the rivulets of blood that were weaving their way down her flesh, mixing with her sweat and becoming imprinted on his body as he pressed himself close, his mouth still firmly clamped around her throat while he finished off with a few final thrusts before leaving himself to go limp inside her. 

She tried to push him away at first, playfully with a smile on her face, even though she was bleeding; they’d done this kind of thing before. This time, it had just gone a bit far. He ignored her pushes, as she became more persistent, he grabbed both of her arms and pinned her backwards across the altar, her head smashed off the corner and her need to fight ebbed away with her consciousness. As her body wilted away from him, he let go of her throat and she fell gently across the wooden slab, he withdrew himself from her body and zipped his jeans back up, gazing at her shape in the darkness and denying himself another chance to spill his seed. 

Lying spread across the altar, she was the picture of sin. Her skirt pushed around her waist, underwear ripped and now soiled, she didn’t wear a bra, her pert, small breasts didn’t need one and the top she had been wearing now lay in a crumpled heap to the side of the altar. His eyes half closed as he allowed a shiver to run through him. Even unconscious, she was still a tease; he felt himself begin lust for her again and closed his eyes completely. He didn’t have time anymore, and right this moment he needed to make a decision. He either left her here to die or he took her back to his lair and claimed her for the darkness, he opened his eyes and glanced at her again. He knew he would take her with him, he couldn’t leave her. Everything about her called to him, her beauty, her dying breaths, the scent of her blood, of her sex. She was perfection, and he would make her his. 

With his resolution complete, he reached forward and swept her into his arms before exiting the church. Time was of the essence now, he only had so long before it would be too late to turn her and embrace her into his kind. His lair was only a mile from the church, which involved a race through the valley to the mines in the driving rain. Rain which fell like shattering glass and tore at his skin like daggers and cleansed the blood from her skin, yet despite the poor weather, he got there quickly and sprinted his way to the deepest mine and lay her tenderly onto the bundle of blankets. 

Stepping back from her, he snapped on a light, a weak standing torch and looked at her. Her skin was beginning to grey and he knew death wouldn’t be far away, he knew he should act quickly but something stopped him. He’d never given life before, only taken it, this act would change him, but he had to. He wanted to take her again, to be able to take her in eternity. Slowly, he approached her, clearing his mind as he kneeled at her feet and started the ritual that would grace her with the darkness and give her the gift of immortality. 

He ran his hands over her feet then began to rub his cheek along her leg, taking him higher and gently spreading her legs as he passed her knee. By his vision, the vein glowed blue, a target on her flesh, his lips parted as he came closer and he snaked his tongue across her thigh, anticipating the taste of her sweet blood again, the taste of bleeding her dry. As he reached the vein, he sank his fangs deep into her thigh and his jaw worked hard against her flesh as he became dizzy with lust on the final drops of her blood. 

As her body died, he bit into his arm and tore a strip of flesh from his wrist then started to pour the blood into her mouth, as his blood edged down her throat, her body began to writhe and her mouth clamped onto his wrist, sucking at it like a child would suck their mother’s breast. He smiled, even though his blood now burned like fire, it had worked. She was turning. He leaned towards her and lifted her with his other arm, lifting her into his lap, he cradled her while she drank deeply at his wrist, the blood running down her face and splashing over her breasts. Her skin was starting to glow, almost pale silver, heavily contrasted against her black hair. He closed his eyes, as her power grew, their souls crossed, shared through his blood. He could see everything she had ever done; taste everyone she had ever had. 

It was an overwhelming experience, draining. Yet when she finished drinking and her eyes finally opened, gazing up at him with a wicked flicker in them he just nodded, she grinned and squirmed out of his embrace. He watched as she positioned herself on the floor between his legs and caressed her palm over his crotch before slowly unzipping his jeans and sliding them off. His eyes fluttered as she licked slowly around the head. He leaned back, shutting his eyes as she worked his full length into her mouth and began to lick and suck as if she were trying to draw blood from a wound. His body shuddered as he felt his insides pull together for a final thrust. As he fired his dead seed down her throat, he could see that this was just beginning of a beautiful partnership. 



Vampyre of Lust Pt. 01



My name is Alianna and I am a vampire. But not just any vampire, an Anomaly. There are several vampires in this world with other worldly powers, even among the supernatural, but even I am an Anomaly among Anomalies. I am an vampire who cannot feed on blood, instead I feed on human cum, not only that but I can summon tentacles from my body. These tentacles vary in size but they are all similar in the fact that they all resemble extremely large phalluses. Another aspect in which I differ from my race is that my bite enlarges male genitals and women's breast to extreme sizes, for example a flat chested woman will have perfectly shaped e cups for up to ten hours.

All vampires breathe contains pheromones, though we only used for seducing our victims due to the fact that we don't have to breath. I am getting ahead of myself, let me explain:

In this day and age vampires are rare, but a known species nonetheless. Tens of thousands of humans constantly seek us out for either sex, or for our blood. For the first one, vampires can bring someone of the opposite sex to orgasm in roughly one minute, and the second one because our blood, no matter how small an amount, when mixed in with the blood of a human, will change each and every cell in their body to that of a vampire.

This is my story, this is how I became the empress of the world, of how I became addicted to sex, and how I came to bare the child of an ancient god, Cthulhu. 

Chapter 1: What I Was

I was maybe nineteen or twenty when she came to me. My angel of darkness. Her name was Erena, and I loved her in the truest sense of word. She came to me more then a hundred years ago, I was without a husband, and was the only surviving member of my family after our home burned down. At that moment I stood at the edge of a cliff, the rain battering my face and making my white robe see-through, revealing the stiff peaks of my breasts, and tears ran down my face, mingling with the rain, as I prepared myself for the fall. Every time I closed my eyes I could see the faces of my family, my mother and father, my brothers and sisters, and my grandmother.

"I'll be with you all soon!" I cried to the wind as it once again caused my hair to fly out behind me. I took one last breathe before gradually leaning over the edge.

I smiled, knowing, that as soon as I hit the jagged rocks below, I would see my loved ones again, when suddenly, I felt an arm around my waist pulling back. Before I could scream and shout for them to let me go I felt a sharp sting on my neck and the world went black.

I woke later that day in the most comfortable bed I've ever laid on. I sighed contently and rolled onto my side as I opened my eyes; to a face of an angel.

"Good evening." She said and I felt a shiver go through me, her voice seemed to heat up my body, particularly my girl parts, while also sending a chill of terror up my spine.

"G-good evening." I replied and continued to stare at her stunning face, her full, blood red lips drawing my attention as did her eyes; they seemed bottomless, as though I could get lost within them.

"My name is Erena." Erena, I thought, where have I heard that name before?

"I saved you." I felt a cold rage engulf me.

"Why? I was trying to see my family again."

"I know all about how your family have died. I also know that killing oneself will not do anything, at least not for our bloodline." She told me and smiled gently in response to my confused expression.

"Your family weren't, aren't, completely human, from the dawn of time your bloodline has held the curse."

"What curse?"

"The curse of the vampire."

"Vampire?" I confirmed.

"Yes, a being of uncontrollable might, and you're the last remaining human with the curse." She saw my fearful look and continued; "Do not worry the curse remains dormant until the human dies. Then it will resurrect them as creatures of the night, but only if the human is a virgin. That is why I stopped you. If you had died then you wouldn't be able to control yourself and many would eventually die."

"But why? Why does my family carry this curse?"

"The curse was placed on them thousands of years ago, when humans were only just beginning to evolve." She took my face in her hands and caressed my cheek, and I could feel the coolness of her palm cooling down my rising panic.

"What do you intend to do with me?" I asked and I felt her other hand stroke my corresponding cheek. She smiled at me then mouthed the word 'sorry', and then I heard the snapping of bones and everything went black once again.

Chapter 2: What I'm Becoming

I woke with a burning ache deep inside of me. I didn't know what it was, or how to get rid of it. I felt my arms moving, and then I could feel my fingers pressing against my girl parts. I have no idea why but the touch sent a shock of absolute pleasure through my body, and to my bosom. Two of my fingers slid into a hole below where I pee and 

I gasped while my hand began to pump in and out of my body, bringing waves of unknown, but amazing, pleasure. Another finger entered me, then another, and then I felt my entire hand enter my hole. My mind focused the sense of stretching and the feeling of wet walls clenching around my hand. My other hand pinched a hard nub above my stretched hole. Immediately, I felt the heat reach its peak and my entire hand was covered in something warm and wet.

"So you are awake? And you're discovering the pleasures of the body." Her voice came from beside me and I nearly shrieked in fright.

"P-pleasures? Of the body?" I asked in exasperated voice, then I gasped at the feeling of her fingers trailing their way down my... naked body? My thoughts were taken, temporarily away from her sensuous fingers and to the fact that my pure body was open for her to see.

I was about to cover myself when I felt something else making its way down my leg, to my ankle, and wrapped itself around it.

"What on earth is that?" I nearly cried.

"Shhh. Don't fight and you'll enjoy it, but go against their will and you may suffer dearly." She said this as she stroked my cheek.

"What are they?"

"Tentacles; snake like appendages, but these are my personal tentacles: They secrete a special fluid that increases sensitivity, particularly, here;" She lightly poked my stiff nipple, causing me to gasp in pleasure, "and here." She stroked her fingers over my girl parts.

"S-stop... It." I moaned.

"You're pussy's so wet." She cooed as three more tentacles wrapped them selves around my wrists and other ankle.

"My w-what?"

"That's what most people now call a vagina, especially one as lovely as yours. No more talking, it is time."

"Time for what?"

"For your transformation, into my apprentice, and my heir." After that I didn't speak, or rather I couldn't, for a tentacle had slipped into my mouth.

I was surprised by the taste; rather then being repulsive it tasted like the food of aristocrats, no it tasted like... heaven? I knew that the thought was blasphemous, but it was all I could think of to describe it. She whispered words of encouragement into my ear, while telling me what to do, and soon after I could feel it squirming its way down my oesophagus. Moans that sound animalistic vibrated through my throat and I could that she loved it because she began to kiss and lick and knead my nipples. I cried out in bliss when she bit down on one and pinched the other, hard. I could feel my wetness running down between my butt crack.

I was coming down from the latest high when I screamed again at the feel of a tentacle poking the nub above my vagina. I then felt the tentacle in my mouth thicken to the point where my jaw dislocated. It was throbbing rapidly and I somehow knew that it was about to join me in this bliss.

"The word for what is about to happen is orgasm, but for future reference it's about to cum." I don't why the words made me cum just as I felt something hot and thick shoot down the tentacle and directly into my stomach.

I'm not how much it shot into me, but I could that it was a lot. Ten seconds passed and I could feel my stomach expanding outwards. Thirty seconds and it began to overflow into my intestines. Forty seconds later and it stopped and withdrew from my body. I gasped and licked around my lips where a few drops had fallen and came again at the taste. I watched through the haze of pleasure as she leaned down and kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth and my tongue explored hers in return. She placed her hand on my swollen belly and pushed down, forcing the enormous amount to violently rise up my oesophagus and into our connected mouths. We moaned in unison as we tasted it and each other, while she swallowed each drop. She pulled back and I saw a string of white connected our bottom lips.

"More?" She asked.

"Yes! Please mistress?" I raised my groin as best I could with the tentacles binding me, and waved around in slow circles. She stroked my cheek and said,

"Not yet, but perhaps somewhere else?" Confused as I by her words I simply pleaded for something that, until an hour ago, I had no idea about, and now I needed it more then air, more then food, more then life itself.

The tentacles flipped over so that my stomach was pressed against the bed, the force causing more cum to escape my body and coat the pillows. I felt her hands on my butt cheeks and gasped in surprised pleasure as she kneaded them roughly, before pulling them apart and stroking along the tight hole there. Pleasure momentarily forgotten I looked back in fear and saw a phallic tentacle positioned just outside it.

"No! Mistress please, things are meant to go out of there, not in!" She didn't pay any attention to my pleas and began to rub the tentacle along my hole, adding its slimy lubrication to my own. Even I dreaded the inevitable penetration I began to feel more arousal seeping out of my pussy.

After a minute of rubbing the tentacle pushed in a couple of inches. It wasn't very thick but it felt like a log was being shoved into me. It stopped after about three inches and waited for me to adjust, I was grateful for it, but the rest was short before the tendril moved fast and hard another eight inches in. Before I could scream another tentacle pushed down into my stomach. I could feel both tentacles making their way there and I came from the sensations. I was lifted into the air and I opened my eyes to see the two tentacles writhing around in my cum filled stomach before the one from my throat made its way further down and the other one rose up. I could feel my intestines being stretched by the three inch thick tendril, while the inch and a half tendril made its way up my already stretched oesophagus. Soon I felt them both exit the opposite ways they'd come in. I was sandwiched between the two, and couldn't move, though powerful spasm of intense pleasure shook me and them every now and then. I then felt the tentacle that was from my butt make its way down and vice versa. Soon enough I was tasting my own anus mixed with cum, it was surprisingly nice, and my anus was filled with another tendril. Then they began to pull out and push back in, and I knew two things at that moment; that I no longer missed my family, and that sex was the greatest thing I've ever done.

Twenty of hard sex later I felt them thicken to twice their size, before unleashing twin loads of cum into my anus and stomach. I looked on as my stomach doubled in size, and then again and again before they pulled, bringing a torrent of their cum as they did so.

"Now it's time." I knew what she meant by it and I felt myself being turned over even as cum still shot out fast and heavy. I cried out in surprise and then in need when I saw what was between her legs. It was a penis! An enormous penis was above her pussy and aimed directly at my pussy. It looked like it was fifteen inches long and four inches thick, but I knew I could take. She rubbed the head along my slit for a minute, causing me to wail like an infant in need of milk, and then she pushed in. It was an easier entry then before, but the pain that flared up when it connected with my virginity was intense, but I knew that no matter how much begged and pleaded she would take it.

She remained against the barrier for a few seconds before ramming forth and through my purity and the barrier that protected my womb. There was no more pain. Only pleasure. I could feel her... 

"It's called a cock." She told me. I could hear the bliss in her voice, and I knew that she loved this as match, if not more so, than I. I could feel her cock as it pushed against the walls of my womb.

"Look at your abdomen." She told me and I obeyed. I cried out in awe, for I could see the outline of her cock, through the flesh of my belly. She pulled out until the tip of her cock was just in my womb, and then she pushed forward with the force of a thousand suns. Everytime she moved out she'd leave less and less inside me, but then she'd thrust forward with the full fifteen inches.

Again and again I came, and the more I came the faster she went. It was a full hour later that she thrust forward until our crotches met, and her cock swelled up to twice it's original size. I knew what was to come and I came in anticipation.

"Please cum mistress? Please cum inside the womb of your slave?" I pleaded and she groaned loudly before unleashing gallon after gallon of cum inside me. My abdomen immediately swelled outwards. With each spurt it'd get bigger. Three spurts and I seemed nine months pregnant, another three and I looked to be carrying triplets to term. She pulled out at that point and the last blast painted my body in white.

I laid there for what felt hours, rubbing my pregnant belly and watching my lover as she slept beside me. It was then that I felt the first contraction. I doubled over, not an easy thing to do at that point, and cried out in pain. My lover didn't wake up, but I saw a knowing smile on her perfect face. I looked down upon my stomach and saw writhing tentacles bulging out. I beamed at the thought of my children being born soon, though the bliss ended suddenly when I realised my stomach was flattening, but no babies were coming out.

"They're merging with you." My lover's voice echoed through my head.

"R-really?" I gasped as another contraction came over me, and this time I heard what sounded like paper tearing. I flexed the muscles in my back and felt something different there, something snake-like. Curious, I moved my new appendage so I could look at it: it was purplish and glistened with moisture. Another contraction and I felt my pussy stretch dramatically and, from over the massive mound of my belly I saw the head of a cock growing, sort of like a phallic sunrise. It kept on growing until it seemed twice as long as my forearm and as thick as my calves. Finally the last contraction ended and I fell asleep, all the while dreaming of fucking my lover with my new appendages. Though I didn't realise that passing on her power required her to pass her very life force to me. In short; she died.



Vampyre of Lust Pt. 02



Chapter 3: What Am I?

Over a century later and I was sitting in a bar, drink in hand, and my panties damp. I studied the males, but most were repulsive or wouldn't last more than two minutes in bed -- I can smell that, it's weird I know -, so I changed my game for that evening and felt my cock bulging outwards slightly. The females were all beautiful that night, most wore tank tops that were tight around their braless breasts, and, I'm not sure why this is, but their flat abdomens made me annoyed.

Pushing aside all thoughts of that I approached a voluptuous blonde with long luscious legs, a slim waist, wide hips, and perky D cups. 

"Hello." I said to her and she turned to face me. I knew instantly that she was bisexual, from the way her eyes lit up upon seeing my immortal beauty, but also that she occasionally eyed a male with lust, though now her gaze was trained on my perky DD bosom.

"Hi." She said and extended a hand, "my name's Christi."

"Alianna." I replied and took her hand. I knew that my breath was already affecting her and the contact with my bare flesh had put the nail in the coffin so to speak. I leaned in and kissed her gently and pulled away to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were glazed over, however they were filled with insatiable lust, all of which was for me. I took her hand again and led her out of the bar and too my current residence: a large Victorian style house with a special room devoted to my meals.

When we reached the room my cock was throbbing powerfully, though it was fortunate that my victim was more than willing. I stripped us of our clothes and then laid her down. This is where the fun really begins, I thought and groaned as my tentacles emerged from my back and my cock reached it's full size. Christi stared blankly as my tentacles wrapped around her arms, legs, and waist before lifting her off the ground and then placing her on her knees in front of my pulsating member. I was quite tall, six feet, and since she was only five foot two, I had to squat so that my cock was eye level with her.

"Suck it, and swallow every last drop." I loved it when someone swallowed all my sperm and their stomach became bloated with the sheer volume. She moaned before taking an immediate three inches into her mouth.

"Further." I commanded and she pushed forward, taking the massive cock down her throat. I knew it was hard for her since my cock was roughly four inches thick and she was only human. I could see my cock making a bulge in her throat, and yet she pushed onward, and the bulge moved downward with her.

But I can change that... I gasped in surprise; not once had I desired to change a human being into a vampire. Not a vampire, a carrier. A carrier? A carrier of what?

"My spawn." I answered myself. The moment the thought entered my mind it was all I could think about. Suddenly I came, even I hadn't realised how close I was. Christi swallowed as much as she could, but there was far too much, gallons in fact, and so it spilled from the sides of her mouth and streaked down to her breasts, eventually they were covered in my thick white juices. But she still swallowed enough to force her stomach out a few inches.

I changed her position so that her pussy, which was dripping wet, was directly in front of my cock. I pressed the head against her cunt, covering it in her juices before pushing inside with one thrust. Christi grunted in pain from the sudden and intense stretching, but that didn't stop me. I pushed in until I came to her cervix, where I remained for several seconds. I began to pull out to her groan of protest, and then I shot forward, breaking through her wombs barrier.

Despite having broken into her womb and pressing against the back of it, a good four inches of my penis remained out in the open. Grinning sadistically I pushed still further, eliciting screams of pain from her pouty lips, though these stopped when I finally had every millimetre inside of her moist tunnel. I wanted to enjoy this so I went slowly, pulling out until a single inch remained inside her, before thrusting with slow but inhumanly powerful force. With my cock still inside her I carried her to the large bed that dominated most of the room and rested her on it, allowing my tentacles to retract from her arms and waist. I smiled again and wrapped two tentacles around her large tits, encircling them until the tips of the tentacles reached her rock hard nipples.

She was crying out in orgasm and, while I wouldn't have any trouble disposing of them, I didn't want to risk the neighbours hearing, so another tentacle entered her mouth and she sucked on it like it was the only source of sustenance left. I moved another tentacle, this one a good three inches thick to her undulating asshole. As I hilted inside her again my tentacle began to tease the tighter entrance, its slime dripping down over her rosebud, she knew what was coming, and as my slave she could do nothing but writhe in desperate need to be filled with my appendages and semen. I began to tease her entrance with the tip, pushing in half a centimetre, she was moaning and begging for it around the thick tendril currently lodged in her throat. Who was I to deny her this pleasure? Without a seconds more hesitation I pushed the tentacle in seven inches up her virgin asshole.

Her muffled screams were musical, but I wasn't through yet. In my mind I knew that my children would be shape shifters and thus would be very small until they exited their host and took their own forms, this meant that I had to be prepared for any situation, such as feeding them. I grew two new tentacles, these looked exactly the same as the others, aside from the wicked sharp needle that was the tip, this would inject her with everything she would need to grow. To grow and produce enough milk to feed the starving dozens of my children. I moved the new tentacles to her tits and, before she could look down and see them, I penetrated her breasts, and immediately began to spray the chemical compound that would increase her milk production a hundred fold. Even I was amazed when the effects immediately took hold and her already large tits grew and grew, until they were squashed against the bed, and still they kept growing. Not wanting to risk an injury, I picked her up off the bed and laid down so that she rode my massive cock, which could be easily seen by the bulge protruding from her abdomen. As she rode me I removed the tentacles wrapped around her still growing tits and placed my hand over them. They were massive. Easily a H cup, or maybe a G? I didn't know all I knew was that she wasn't quite done yet.

As I fondled her enlarging breasts the now free tentacles moved to her ass and joined their thicker brother inside her anus. I was getting close now and so I moved the three tentacles through her intestines and into her stomach, where they soon met the other one. She never had trouble breathing, though I have no idea how this was possible. Anyway the four tentacles coiled inside her stomach, more and more of their infinite length coiling into a massive ball of tentacles inside her strengthened body. Soon the ball of tentacles was easily visible from the outside and as her cunt tightened around my pulsating cock I lost it.

The first spurt of cum caused her entire torso to bulge outwards. The needle tentacles had finished injecting her and were now acting as a plug to keep the milk in until I sealed them, but they too unleashed a torrent of cum within her. The next blast was even greater and stretched her even further. I knew I had an enormous supply of cum, but this surprised even me. Over the centuries I always made my female lovers inflate with my cum, but even with the addition of the tentacles, this load was greater than any amount I'd unleashed before. I placed my hands on the sides of her massively bloated belly, unable to reach the front, and was amazed at how hard was despite the fact that it was filled with cum. I pulled out of her womb, my cock spraying a layer of slime over her cervix, causing it to seal shut, keeping every last drop of sperm laden semen inside.

Her stomach had ballooned outward as well, my tentacles having thickened unintentionally to keep all the cum inside. I now removed these tentacles. There was a brief moment of silence before a fountain of my juices exploded from her mouth and gaping anus, covering us both in several thick layers of it. My cock soon disappeared and I laid her barely conscious form beside me, our hands each caressed her bloated womb, me in anticipation, her in absolute wonder and bliss. Then the first ripple came and her eyes rolled back into her head and I knew that her ovaries had been forced to produce hundreds, if not thousands, of eggs so that my sperm may fertilise each and every one. Soon her already swollen womb grew yet again as new life quickly began to take shape within her.

But I felt like this wasn't enough. That simply one woman carrying my children wasn't satisfactory, I wanted, no, needed more. Leaving her to revel in the bliss of her pregnancy I went out to find yet more women and bring them home, though I did not know it at the time I was plotting to rule this world, just through highly unconventional means. Why? I do not know, all I know is that I must create more of my spawn. I wish deeply that I knew where these needs came from, but those thoughts disappeared shortly after they were formed. The reason being because I saw her, my mistress, my creator, my saviour.

"Erena?"



Vampyre of Lust Pt. 03



My ancient lover turned around and looked at me with surprise.

"It is you? Isn't it?" I said stepping towards her. She stepped away as though afraid of me, her face didn't tell me anything other than that she was surprised. I could feel tears begin streaking down my face as I approached her. Did she not know me? Was she afraid of me?

"Erena!" I shouted her name just as everything disappeared.

I woke under soft covers, the now pregnant and massive breasted Christi slept beside me, her face glowing with bliss. I looked around the room, and saw nothing new, it was all the same, albeit covered in my cum, but aside from that nothing had changed. I ran my mind over the previous day and remembered wanting... no... needing to breed more, I clearly remembered leaving the house and seeing Erena, just the memory of seeing her brought a single tear to my eye. It couldn't have been a dream. I didn't remember falling asleep, and, as a vampire, I remembered everything in explicit detail, and yet I either was forced to sleep by something, or I was repressing the memory so as to hold onto the faint glimmer of hope that now burned within my vampire heart. I slowly shook my head from side to side, my ears brushing my soft pillows, there's no way she was alive. I had watched her die. She was beside me in her final moments. Nothing could bring back the dead. Nothing... 

"I can." A voice, powerful and resonant, pounded through my head and suddenly everything around me dissolved and was replaced by space, stars shining brightly in the distance, and before me stood a perfect statue of what I imagined Adonis to look like, but it was just that, a statue.

"I am not just a statue." The same voice once again resonated within my mind.

"Then what are you?" A million questions churned around in my chaotic, but that one was what seemed most prominent.

"I am the elder god." It didn't say anything else, but the fact that this statue was a god meant that it wanted something from me.

"Very wise, just as the stories had foretold." The god said ominously, "You are correct, I have come to take you." The way he said it made me feel exposed, weak.

"And if I refuse?"

"You shall die."

"A little cliché for a god don't you think?" I asked, stalling for more time to think of a way to leave this place.

"There is no escape from destiny."

"What do you mean?"

"From the moment you were born, your life has been plagued with tragedy, correct?" I nodded, "Every death you have witnessed, every person you have known, every sexual encounter that you ever had was to lead up to this moment." The god explained and I suddenly felt older, far older than just a hundred years old, it was like I could suddenly remember the beginning of time, houses of straw flashed in my mind, mansions surrounded by beautiful flowers shot by, as though I were watching a clip show of the many different types of homes.

"Were these my lives?" The question came from my lips unbidden.

"Yes," The god answered, "For millennia now I have tried to lay with you, the purest of all God's creatures." 

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice sounded lifeless, monotone, to my ears, as though these revelations had sucked the life from my voice.

"An angel sent from Heaven to protect the weak humans from me."

"But I was born."

"Artificial memories."

"I had a family!"

"Humans created for the soul purpose of protecting you."

"Protect me? From you?"

"Yes."

"There's no reason for you to lay with me then."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"I may have been an angel, but now I'm a vampire, a demon wearing a human's skin!"

"True, your body may have been altered, but your soul is still pure, sleeping within the darkness you now embody." The god gestured to my chest and I could see a small white flame burning within pure darkness, trying to reach my still heart.

"It's dying..." I didn't know why I thought that, but it was all that came to mind as I watched the tiny flame struggle futilely against the black that surrounded it. I looked at the statue.

"Why do you wish to sleep with me?" I asked.

"Only an angel can carry my child. If you do not fight back I shall give you that which you most desire." The god offered and I knew that he could give me anything that I wanted, and I knew with all my heart and soul what I wanted.

"Very well, but first what is your name?" Despite my fear of what he may do to me, and my anticipation to get it over with I needed to know the name of this god.

"I am Cthulhu." Without giving me even a chance to react the statue turned from its stone grey to mouldy green. From where there was a statue now stood a grotesque giant, with a hard on longer than the Eiffel tower.

Cthulhu didn't wait and from his giant back shot hundreds, perhaps thousands, of four inch thick phallic tentacles, all of which were aimed at me. For the first time in more than a century I was afraid, and with good reason; this was the god of madness, who stood as tall as the Empire State Building. His fingers were longer than several of me, and were several times thicker than me. His body was scaled, and he shone with oils, secreted from his every pore, this was also applied to his tentacles as they encased my body in their own. Even as I felt them rubbing against every inch of my skin I watched his cock, so thick, thicker than Tokyo Tower, and I knew that no matter what logic I presented him with he would force every centimetre of that thing into me. For maybe the first time in a hundred years I shed a tear at the thought of the pain it would cause me.

I was wrong though as his cock began to shrink until it was still massive even by my standards, but now somewhat manageable. It was now twenty inches long and eight inches thick. I now relaxed and let myself enjoy the quickly growing pleasure I was receiving from his tentacles. I felt two tendrils with suckers on the ends attach themselves to my nipples, bringing forth a loud moan of pleasure as they sucked on my tits. But this was all just the calm before the storm, as he placed me at the tip of his cock and began stroking my spread labia, pushing against it lightly, causing my moans to increase in volume. Just when my orgasm was about to peak, he penetrated me.

I couldn't look away. Even as my sight became blurred from the pleasure, as my stomach bulged out with the insane thickness of his cock, his tentacles pulled me down further, forcing the flesh of my belly to bulge further out, further, and further until it was like my abdomen was a condom around his fucking huge dick. I could feel a powerful orgasm coming, an orgasm with force greater than a hurricane. So lost was I in the incredible sight that I didn't notice a second cock, even thicker and longer than the first, grew in the direction of my tight asshole. I'm not a stranger to anal, but my body had never accustomed itself to being penetrated there. The second cock, this one almost a foot thick forced itself inside without mercy, causing my already heavily distorted body to distort even more.

I'm not sure how long he's been going. It feels like hours, or even days, but he just keeps going. He hasn't cum once, even though he now had three four inch thick tentacles fucking my absurdly stretched ass and cunt; I can see them through my skin, wiggling around within my uterus, even my ovaries haven't been spared. I can feel my sanity swaying, having cum more than a dozen times in the last hour. Is this the end for me? Will my long existence finally end with this one last fuck? Eh, I'm alright with that.

Then a strong light of hope blossomed within me. His cocks and tentacles and thickened, pouring out incredible amounts of pre-cum. Calling forth all my remaining strength I used the anal and vaginal muscles to squeeze his cocks tightly, milking them. A sudden roar of passion sounded all around me, and then I could feel it, his hot cum running through his many appendages. Two thick tentacles entered my mouth and one slid down into my oesophagus, while the other remained where it was, spurting copious amounts of viscous fluid into my mouth, while other coated my immortal body in thick white cum. My intestines, stomach, and uterus all were forced to expand further as his seed flooded in. The seal of his cock and tentacles in my cunt was air tight, giving the cum nowhere to go.

As he continued to overwhelm me with his cum, I came. It felt like every erogenous zone on my body was suddenly supercharged. His orgasm matched his staying power, the never ending flow swelling my abdomen further. I could feel the sperm flooding my ovaries, impregnating every single one of my eggs, which I'd long thought to be impossible.

"Nothing is impossible for me." His voice, even in my mind, was filled with palpable lust. After a grand total of ten minutes the flow abated, and finally ceased. I couldn't move, my entire body was exhausted, for the first time in centuries another entity had fucked me until I could fuck no more. My consciousness faded with a huge smile of bliss plastered onto my face.

I woke up feeling... full? No, bloated is a better term. Turning my head I see Christi smiling at me, with her eyes blazing with devotion, the kind that makes you think they'd jump into the path of a train if it would make you happy.

"Good morning Mistress." She said and kissed my forehead.

"Morning." I said and sat up. I felt heavy and soon saw why; my stomach looked more than nine months pregnant with quintuplets. Cthulhu, what have you done? None of my previous lovers, and I've had a LOT, had become near slaves to my will. Though I'd never impregnated anyone either.

"I've changed you... into a vampyre goddess. Your powers are very similar to mine, though they maybe even greater since you've yet to learn and master them.." The voice of the elder god resonated from within her mind.

"You said you could bring Erena back."

"Indeed I did, but you of all people should know that death is something that cannot be reversed." He said tauntingly.

"Then why did I see her?" I asked, anger and power strengthening my voice.

"Death cannot be reversed," He repeated, "However that doesn't mean that there aren't escapees."

"What the hell does that mean?" Christi doesn't seem to find it out of the ordinary for me to be shouting at nothing.

"Hell and Heaven; both are prisons. Hell is where those who've truly done evil go to suffer, and Heaven is eternal peace. Sometimes souls do not wish to go to either and end up wandering the earth aimlessly. Your creator, Erena, was sent to hell for corrupting an angel, but she didn't just imbue you with the powers of a her mutated vampyre DNA, no she also received your blessing, and with some of your power. It was this power that allowed her to escape her prison and come back to earth."

"So, she's alive..."

One week has passed since I was impregnated by Cthulhu. Christi has been living with me, sating my incredible sexual appetite, all the while our children grew within us, mine the hybrid of god and vampyre, her;s the hybrid of human and vampyre, though the fact that her body can stretch to accommodate not only my growing brood, but the massive amounts of cum that I unload, makes me suspicious that she's not human, at least not fully, but that's more than likely the foetuses' doing.

Over the week I've gained, and have been practising numerous new powers, and I have to say I like them. My strength and speed have tripled, my control over my body is greater than ever, to the point where I can shift my shape to whatever I wish. My psychic powers have increased to the point where I can hear other people's thoughts, and even suppress their wills, to the point where they have no thoughts of their own, and they live only to serve me.

I'm sure I've gone mad with power, but hey you would too if you had the power to take over the world. The world may be used to vampires, and have laws against them, but me... I'm not a vampire anymore, I'm a demon goddess. But despite this fact, and the fact that I'd spread my young throughout most of the city I currently lived in, I still hadn't found Erena. Doesn't she want to be found? I'm doing this all for her after all, so we can rule the world together. Even as I think this I'm fucking three girls at once, using my many appendages to penetrate them wherever I wished. I found them wandering the woods. You can guess what happened from there.

They were three girls, fresh from university, and it really came as a shock when I found them all to be virgins. I guess there really are virtuous people around, even in today's world. Anyway, they were like all the rest at first, but then they breathed in my pheromones, and they became nymphomaniacs in under a second. Now they all writhed in bliss, trying to scream around my thick tentacles snaking down their throats and into their stomachs, creating obscene bulges that shouldn't be possible on a human.

Several tendrils plugged their asses, constantly dribbling pre-cum, coating their warm insides with it, all the while I stole each of their virginities one by one, relishing the tightness that only virgins could offer. As I neared my climax I crammed tentacle after tentacle into their cunts, making even more prominent bulges appear.

They came with me, cumming while being filled with my semen, all the while their ovaries emptied their entire supply of eggs, presenting them to be fertilised. My cum forced their wombs to expand until they already looked full term, and that was the first spurt. Another and the stomachs were bigger than the now pregnant women. I pulled not wanting to endanger their lives, despite the absurd stretching I wasn't one for taking risks, and I watched as all three were coated in layer after layer of white cum, the semen so large and thick, that I could see them with my enhanced vision, wiggling and searching for eggs to fertilise, upon finding none they began to shrink, nearing atomic size and entered the pores of the girls' skin, forever altering their DNA. I came so much and so powerfully that the surrounding woodland area was covered in it as well. Afterwards I left them there, moaning in the aftermath of their insemination.

It struck me as strange that not another vampire resided here. Vampires were very territorial, to the point where they forgo rationality and hunt down the trespassers, and so far I hadn't come across a single vampire, though I assumed that they could sense the danger of staying in this town, and had moved elsewhere, but that still went against everything I knew of them. I returned home, and I think I popped every blood vessel in my body with rage. All over my home was blood mixed with the white of cum, my cum, and there in the middle of my living room, laid the cold dead corpse of Christi.

"Welcome back, Alianna." Erena said and stepped from the shadows behind the door.

"It was you." I said with no emotion, nor as a question, but she answered anyway.

"Yes." I leapt at her. 



Vampyre



The moon traveled the night sky illuminating their pale skin as they shared. It ended slowly, almost painfully as being wrenched from such pleasure is not comforting in the least. Michelle and Daniel stood there looking at one another, both knowing the full extent of what they had shared. It added a new dimension to this eternal life they were both damned to, though neither knew exactly how to use it.

It was not clear how much time had passed but sunrise was definitely on its way, perhaps within the hour. Daniel backed away one step, looking into Michelle’s eyes as she let her fingertips trail off his arms as the embrace was broken. Not letting them both fall to her sides, Daniel elegantly seized one of her hands, bringing it to his lips to kiss the backs of her fingers. Before letting go, he turned her palm upwards and pierced the flesh of Michelle’s wrist, coating his lips in blood. 

With one cold embrace he kissed her one more time, lingering for as long as he dared lest they ignite the passion again holding them both there to burn in the sun. They both knew it was time, though neither was willing to say. Daniel turned and ran, almost in the blink of an eye he was over the wall, sailing to the concrete below. Soundlessly he landed and began to run off into the night at an incredible speed.

Michelle only stared for a moment before she did roughly the same action, coming down in the alley on the side of the building. As she headed for her dwelling place to seek the sanctuary of her casket, Daniel was on the other side of town searching for a remote spot of land in which he could go down into the earth. 

There was not one word uttered between the two of them throughout the meeting, there was not even a mention of names. None the less there was an intimacy shared between them that went beyond that of the flesh. A child was to be born from this intimate act, though neither knew it at that time. That child was to be their desire for one another, it would grow through the years, into an urge so strong that they would never be able to truly resist its affects. If fate allowed, this would not be the last time they laid their undead eyes on one another.