4 comments/ 12119 views/ 17 favorites Vampire Encounter By: ava23 Here's a simple little Halloween story I hope you enjoy. On Halloween, when you see that stranger in costume, you just might want to make sure it's ONLY a costume...If you enjoy -- please make sure to vote! Thanks! * Mary sat at the bar, impatiently tapping her fingernails on the top of the bar. She felt like an idiot. She was sitting there, dressed as a peasant, long skirt, boobs popping out of the top of her blouse. If it wasn't Halloween, she would have fit in nicely with the other wenches at any Renaissance Fair. She was waiting for her friend, Sally, who had talked her into going out for Halloween, in costume. But here she sat alone. She took a sip of her beer, while trying to look around unobtrusively. The place was packed with ghosts, monsters of all sorts, and lot of slutty cats, slutty nurses, and slutty everything else. Not like she could say much, she thought, trying without luck to pull the material up over her exposed chest. Someone sat in the seat next to Mary, but she didn't look up from her drink. If Sally wasn't here in 5 minutes, she was taking off. She felt so embarrassed sitting alone at the bar dressed up like a medieval hooker, and she didn't want any of the "monsters" in the bar to think she was available for pick-up. "Excuse me." Mary looked over at the man who had just spoken. Whoa! She tried not to let the shock show on her face. He was ridiculously good looking. He had shoulder length dark hair, pulled back off his face. His skin was light, which made his dark eyes practically seem to glow. And his lips, well, they were full and pink, and extremely kissable. Mary had to mentally shake herself to not just stare and drool. "Yes," she finally responded. "Sorry to bother you," the stranger said. His voice was low and smooth. Something deep inside Mary responded to the tone of his voice, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. "I just wanted to make sure I wasn't taking someone's spot." "No, no," Mary sputtered. "My friend is late, and actually I was just about to leave myself." "That would be too bad," he said, looking straight into her eyes, his hand moving to softly cover her smaller hand on the bar. "I don't even know your name." The moment his hand touched hers, Mary sucked in her breath. A tingling sensation started there and moved up her arm, and then branched out to her entire body. She didn't seem to be able to pull away her gaze or her hand. "Nice costume," she said, not able to get anything else out. Rational thought was pretty much gone. "Do you think so," he said, smiling. "Yeah. Vampire, right?" He nodded. "I like the cape, but aren't you missing the fangs?" He chuckled. "Well, they are hard to talk in." He paused, never looking away from her. "You look nice tonight," he said, moving his hand away. She felt her cheeks burn, feeling especially exposed. "Thank you. I'm really not much of a costume person, but" "Your friend?" "Yeah, and then she doesn't even show up." "Well, I can appreciate it." Mary finally was able to look away, and she took a nervous gulp of her beer. Her mind seemed to unfreeze somewhat, and she was asking herself what was wrong with her. She wasn't man-crazy like her friend Sally could be, and she wasn't interested in a hook up, so why couldn't she stop thinking about those lips, and wondering how he would taste. Mary could feel his eyes on her, and decided she better call it a night before doing something she might, or might not, regret. She thought that until she turned back to the man sitting next to her. It must be the light in the bar or something, but his eyes looked so black and yet there was an odd light behind them. She looked back at her drink, confused. "I didn't get your name." "Mary," she blurted out before she could stop herself. "Nice to meet you, Mary. I'm Devon," he said reaching out to take her hand and bring it to his lips. When she felt his lips brush against the back of her hand, she couldn't stop the shudder of pleasure that ran through her body, and her nipples hardened. She felt him smile against her hand. Mary was mortified. She knew he could tell how excited she was. The hard nipple points showing clearly through the slight material barely covering her breasts were very obvious. She felt the warmth in her cheeks, as her heartbeat sped up. He dropped her hand back on the bar, but his hand continued to cover hers, causing her to look over at him again. God, he is so sexy, she thought to herself, as his tongue slipped out to lick his lower lip. He leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear. "Mary, you are the most exciting woman in this place. I was drawn to you the minute I walked in. Let's go outside so we can get a little quiet." He stood up and somehow Mary felt herself standing as well, and then following him out, as he held her hand. In her head, she was yelling, telling herself to stop, but her body kept moving. They stepped out into the cool night. Mary took in a deep breath, feeling relief at the quiet, after all the noise of the loud bar. He still held her hand in his, as he turned to face her. He moved closer, until their bodies were pressed together. He leaned over and Mary felt his lips brush against her neck, and she couldn't prevent the strong trembling that shook her body. Her breath was coming in short gasps. "Come this way, so we can get some privacy," he said softly but firmly, leading her down an alley next to the club. She was blindly led along behind him. It was completely dark, with no lights in the alley and a moonless night. Suddenly she was pushed against the wall, as he moved back to her neck, nibbling and licking. Mary was helpless; her body betraying her mind, need was overtaking any practical thoughts. She felt a sharp pain in her neck, and she winced, but then warmth rolled over her, and her nipples hardened more against his chest. A wetness was evident between her legs, and she felt her skirt lift up as he moved back a little, and her underwear were ripped off. Before she could catch her breath, his hands were on her waist, lifting her up, and then she was lowered, as he entered her wet and ready pussy. A groan from deep within slipped out as he filled her in a way she had never known before. Once he was inside her fully, he paused, allowing her to adjust to his girth, and moved back to her neck. Mary was overwhelmed by all the sensations assaulting her. Pain and pleasure became entwined, as he held her tightly, his cock buried all the way to the hilt inside her. Then he pulled out and back in, pounding her hard against the wall. She gave over, uncaring, needing him to keep fucking her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Mary bit her lip to stop herself screaming as she felt her orgasm start to build, higher and higher. She was lost in the desire. He moved his head up to capture her lips, and she could taste something tangy and metallic in his kiss. She groaned against his mouth, and bit down on his lip as her body was wracked with the strongest orgasm she had ever had, and as her interior pussy squeezed him, he spurted his seed deep inside her. He whispered in her ear to open her mouth, and she did. She felt the tip of his finger slide in, and she unconsciously closed her mouth, sucking. She tasted more of the metallic taste, but couldn't stop herself. After a few seconds, he pulled his finger away and Mary's head rolled back. She felt herself sliding away into blackness. --------------- Mary felt the sunlight shoot pinpricks into her closed eyes, but she lay there unmoving for several minutes. Finally she forced her eyes open, and realized she was in her own bedroom, on her bed. She turned her head to look around, still foggy. She sat up slowly, putting her hands to her throbbing head. What happened last night? She looked down at herself. She was still wearing the peasant girl outfit. Her eyes widened as she remembered the alley. Had that really happened or was she dreaming? She carefully pulled up her skirt. Her underwear were gone. With a tentative touch she reached between her legs, and felt the dried cum on the outside of her pussy and inner thighs. She lay back down, with her hand still between her legs. Just remembering the stranger fucking her in the alley, turned her on all over again. As she fingered her clit, bringing herself to a quick orgasm, she could practically feel him nuzzling her neck. She may have to make a return trip to that club soon, and maybe her "vampire" would still be there. Vampire Encounter Ch. 02 This is a follow-up to the story I submitted for the Halloween writing contest, Vampire Encounter. A couple of people commented they would like to see a follow-up, so here it is! Enjoy! Here I am again, Mary thought. She was sitting at the bar again, the same one she had been at Halloween night, minus the wench outfit. But one thing was the same. She felt like an idiot. Again. She still wasn't even sure what really had happened that night, or if it was all in her head. Although even her imagination wasn't that good. She reached over and picked up her beer, sipping it, while looking around. It wasn't nearly as crowded as Halloween night, but it was busy, with a full dance floor, and the music pumping just as loudly. Tonight she was dressed more in her normal attire; Jeans and a pink blouse, with no threat of her chest falling out of her shirt. She set the bottle down on the bar with a clunk and sighed. What crazy thought had dragged her to this bar again, a week after Halloween, she didn't know, but she was leaving. Mary stood up, threw some money on the bar for her drink along with a tip, and headed for the door. She took one last look around the club, and pushed the door open. She stepped out into the quiet, cold night, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. She looked toward her car in the parking lot, and then over to the alley. Unlike the previous night she had been here, tonight the moon shone brightly overhead, illuminating the world below. She couldn't stop herself from braving the cold, and walking over to the alley. Slowly she stepped into the alley's entrance, looking around warily. Flashes of that night popped into her head. The night was silent, so her shoes clicking on the ground seemed to echo all around her. Halfway down the alley she stopped, suddenly feeling odd, the air hanging heavy. She turned slowly, expecting to see him, but no one was there. Mary shook her head, and walked back the way she had come, and straight to her car. This had been a mistake. Twenty minutes later she pulled into her garage, shut off the car, and got out. She was thinking more and more that everything about that night had been an incredibly vivid dream. Even the dried cum on her thighs must have just been her own juices from coming during the dream. That must be it. She stepped into the house from the attached garage door, shutting it. Before she could reach for the light, she heard him. "Were you looking for me?" Mary turned around, heart thumping in her chest. She felt movement to her right, and heard the light switch click on. It took a few seconds for her eyes adjust to the bright light, and then she saw him. He looked the same as Halloween night, dark hair and eyes, gorgeous. No cape now, just tight jeans and a snug black t-shirt. Mary's heart continued to pound, heartbeat speeding up, but not from fear. He moved to stand in front of her, and tilted her chin up. His eyes bore into hers, and her cheeks flushed as the memories of the last time he had touched her raced across her mind. "I saw you sitting at the bar tonight, but I wanted us to have a little more privacy." "I, I felt you, when I went into the alley, didn't I?" "Yes, but I wanted more than a quick fuck in the alley this time." Mary's face flared hot pink at his bluntness. "How did you know where I live, how did you get in here?" He smiled, and brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, causing Mary to close her eyes and shudder as pleasure coursed through her. "Do you really need to ask that?" Mary's eyes opened, and she knew everything about that night was true. Unconsciously she reached up to her neck, fingertips feeling a wound that wasn't there. "That's right, you weren't dreaming. You know what I am." "Vampire," she whispered. "But you're not afraid?" "I should be, but I'm not. You didn't hurt me before, why would you do it now?" Instead of answering, he leaned over and kissed her, his lips firm, forceful. Mary's stomach fluttered strongly as her mouth opened and she felt his tongue touch hers. A stab of desire hit her so hard; it knocked the breath out of her. Then he pulled back, and she almost whimpered in response. Her body was on fire, and she didn't care who or what he was, she just needed him to touch her, to take her. Still smiling, he took her hand and led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. They stopped in front of her bedroom door. "I need you to know that I'm not controlling you, I'm not in your head," he said softly. "Now you need to decide, and tell me, do you want this?" Mary didn't hesitate. "Yes Devon." Before she knew what was happening, they were in her bedroom, and he was kissing her, removing her clothes and carrying her to the bed. Then she was laying on the bed, naked, skin covered in goosebumps, waiting impatiently for his touch. In the dark she could hear rustling noises as he removed his clothes, and then she felt him lay next to her. He brushed his hand against her neck, and she felt his lips on her skin, kissing the tender spot under her ear. His tongue flicked out, and her body shuddered. He stopped there, breath warm, and she knew he was waiting for her. Mary moved her hand to the back of his neck, softly pressing his face closer, silently letting him know what she wanted. Immediately there was a small pinprick of pain, than familiar warmth flowed over her. As he worked at her neck, she felt his hand move to her breast, cupping it, his thumb circling the hardening nipple. He pulled away from her neck, and moved down her body, until his mouth captured the nipple point in his mouth. He suckled there while his hand shifted down to her wet slit. He rubbed her pussy up and down, easing open her outer lips, and sliding two fingers inside, where he began to move in and out. Mary moaned in pleasure, her body completely open, and her hips thrust up to increase the pressure. Just as she neared orgasm, his hand moved away, and his lips left her breast. She sighed in disappointment. He moved away from her on the bed, and she reached for him. She felt his bent legs. He was on his knees, and she knew what he wanted, because she wanted it too. She took his semi-hard shaft in one hand, cupped his balls with the other, and leaned over to take the tip of him into her warm mouth. She slowly, firmly began to stroke the base of his cock, while licking the tip of his mushroom head, tasting the precum leaking out. She opened her mouth widely enough to slip the entire head in, and began bobbing up and down in time with her hand stroking the opposite direction. He hardened fully under her touch, until she could barely fit her mouth around him. His hips pulled back and away. "Get on your knees," he said hoarsely. She smiled, licking her lips for a taste of him, and did as he asked, turning away from him on her knees. His hands were on her hips, and she spread her legs further apart. The tip of his cock pressed against her opening, and she was so wet already that he slipped easily inside. A moan escaped her as he filled her, pushing deeper and deeper until he felt the touch of his sac against her ass. He stopped for a moment, and she let herself slip away, only caring about the sensations overwhelming her. He started pumping in and out, slowly and steadily. Underneath him, Mary could only whimper as the pressure built inside her. She reached a hand down and rubbed her swollen clit, as he sped up, holding firmly to her hips, pounding, pistoning his cock in and out, so fast it became a blur. Mary pushed back against him, needing him to fill her, take her, until she felt her body begin to spasm. She screamed out, mindless, as multiple climaxes rolled over her, pussy clenching around his throbbing cock. As her pussy tightened on him, he pushed deep into the core of her one last time, and his seed pumped out, in a warm gush of fluid. Mary collapsed under him, exhausted and spent. He dropped alongside, facing her, his hand gently tracing the line of her hipbone, back and forth. They lay quietly for several minutes. When she felt him move away from her and sit on the edge of the bed, she reached over and flipped on the bedside light. She sat up and moved closer, her chest against his strong back, her arm around his waist, hand on his chest. "Are you leaving?" "That's what I should do," he answered quietly. "Why? Don't you want to stay," Mary asked hesitantly. She was frightened by how much she didn't want him to go, and didn't know what she would do if he did. He was silent, and reached up to hold her hand on his chest. "I do, more than you could understand, but it's not that easy. You know what I am." "Yes," she said, laying her cheek against his back. "I don't care. All I need to know is that you've made me feel more alive than I knew I could, and if you go now..." He squeezed her hand, leaning back against her, silent for a few minutes. He let go of her hand and turned sideways, pushing her back on the bed. He lay on top of her, and she felt his cock harden against her stomach. He kissed her gently, and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I'm not going anywhere." Mary smiled as he kissed her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him closely. There would be no waking up alone this time. Vampire Encounter Ch. 03 Thanks for all the comments from the first two chapters of the story, and the requests to continue. Here you go! Enjoy and let me know if you want me to keep Mary & Devon's story going! * Mary reluctantly opened her eyes, trying to pull herself from the last vestiges of sleep. She yawned and turned on her side, reaching for Devon, but felt only empty sheets. She sat up quickly, suddenly completely alert and awake. Not again! She knew last night wasn't just a dream, it wasn't! Just as she felt panic start to rise up inside her, the bedroom door swung open, and there he stood in the doorway. "Morning sleepyhead. I thought you were never going to wake up." Mary jumped up out of the bed and ran to him, wrapping her arms tightly around him, laying her head on his chest, afraid if she let go he would disappear. They stood still for several minutes, until Mary stepped back, looking up at him. "I woke and you weren't there," she said softly. "Sorry," he said, reaching over to stroke her cheek with his thumb. "I thought you would be hungry after last night, so I fixed you a little something. It's downstairs if you want." Mary smiled. "You made me breakfast?" "Well," he said shrugging, "since I don't eat myself, I'm not much of a cook, but I did run out and get you some doughnuts and coffee." Mary let out a small laugh. "Thanks, but I think there's something else I need first," she said, licking her lips. She reached out and started pulling up his black t-shirt, leaning over to kiss the exposed skin. Devon just stood there, looking down at Mary; she began to kiss and lick his stomach, pulling the shirt up inch by inch, her mouth moving to where the fabric was. She continued the path up his chest to one of his nipples, which she sucked on gently, tongue swirling around the hardening nub. Devon growled and pushed her back. He pulled off the shirt, quickly followed by his pants. "Lay down." Mary moved backwards to the bed, and laid back, arms over her head, warmth starting to move through her, body tingling waiting for his touch. Devon stood there in the doorway looking down at her, cock growing hard at the view of her naked and ready body. Mary looked over and reached out with a hand, beckoning him over with a wiggle of her finger. He walked to the bed, and dropped to his knees, while reaching for her legs, pulling her to the edge. Mary's eyes closed in pleasure when she felt his lips softly kiss along the inside of her right thigh. He leisurely feathered kisses up to the center of her, teasing her, coming close to her aching pussy, and then moving back down. Just when Mary felt she couldn't take anymore, he blew warm breath across her pussy lips. Mary's hips thrust up in need, wanting more. Finally Devon moved in to flick his tongue across her swollen clit before sucking on it. He slid two fingers up and down her silky wet slit. As his fingers sank into her drenched core, Mary moaned, continuing to push up against the building pressure. Devon's fingers started moving faster in and out as he sucked harder, bobbing his head in time with her movements. "God yes, don't stop," Mary cried out, desperate for relief. Mary's pussy clenched around his fingers buried deep inside her, and her hips thrust up one more time and stayed raised off the bed. She cried out his name as her climax rolled over her, and he felt her pussy squirt out over his hand and chin. He kept his fingers moving until Mary's orgasm completely finished, and she collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard. Devon stood and moved onto the bed, lying next to her, his hand trailing up and down her stomach, causing goosebumps on Mary's skin. She turned her head to face him, and smiled peacefully. He leaned over and gently kissed her, pulling her against him. Neither spoke for several minutes. Finally Mary pushed herself away from him, sitting up. Devon sat up as well, looking silently at her, waiting for her to speak, not wanting to rush her. But he couldn't stop himself from touching her, and he softly stroked her back. When Mary spoke, her voice was quiet and sincere. "We probably should talk about a few things, don't you think?" Devon's hand dropped. "I'm sure you have some questions." "I don't need any promises from you or anything; I just want to understand what we're doing." "If I knew that, I would tell you. This is a first for me." "You mean you never-" "No, I've never stayed until the morning before. My life is a little too complicated to involve anyone else. "But you did stay," Mary said softly, looking him directly in the eyes. "I did, and can that be enough for now?" She smiled, and moved to straddle him. She reached down between them, stroking his hard cock. "This is definitely enough. For now." Mary took his shaft in hand, and glided it back and forth on the outside of her pussy, then adjusted herself, and slid the head of his cock inside her. She moved down further, until he was all the way inside. Devon grabbed her by the waist and held her as she began rocking back and forth on him, pressure building, his balls full and heavy. Mary's clit was already so sensitive from Devon's eating her, she was working quickly toward another orgasm. "That's it, fuck my cock," Devon grunted. He pulled her down hard on him, while pushing up with his own hips, burying himself deep inside her, and held her there as his cock started pumping his cum into her. Feeling his warm juices fill her set Mary off and she wrapped her arms around him, leaning in, her body shuddering in her own climax. She felt Devon's mouth on her neck, and the familiar sharp pain followed by a deep heat that spread through her, causing her orgasm to rise again, as he drank from her. As his lips moved off her, Mary lifted her head up, looking into Devon's eyes. "I think I'm ready for some breakfast now that you've had yours," she said. "Here's a little appetizer," Devon said, leaning in to kiss her. As she felt his tongue press against her lips, she opened her mouth wider, and tasted the tangy metallic taste she remembered from Halloween. As a few drops of his blood dripped down her throat, Mary felt a sudden lightheadedness overwhelm her. Devon pulled back looking at her. "Are you alright?" She smiled. "I'm fine. You taste delicious," she said licking her lips. "Glad you think so. I'll give you a little more when you're ready, but right now, I think you need something a little more substantial in your stomach," he said, helping her stand up. "Okay, I'm going," she said heading toward the door. She was suddenly so hungry, those doughnuts sounded delicious. "I'll be down in a minute," he said, watching her walk out the door. He sat heavily on the bed, with a sigh. This felt so good, but he didn't know if he was making the right choice by staying. He hoped she wouldn't be sorry in the end. But right now, he was going to try to enjoy this. He stood and followed her.