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Bitten Ch. 01

By: AlexisShore



The soft silk teased her nipples lightly as she moved. Lily tried to ignore the sensation as her chemise danced across her naked breasts and reminded her how she was feeling. 

"I just don't like them," her Mother sniffed, looking out through the window, across the yard at the neighbours' house.

"You've never met them Momma," Lily chimed, "No one has."

"Exactly," she squinted, trying to see through the walls of the home opposite, "It's not right. It ain't neighbourly."

Lily couldn't be bothered to respond, it was difficult enough avoiding her arousal, and her mother's presence was giving her conflicting feelings now. The warm air made her skin sticky, and she could feel the silk clinging to her back. She'd awoken from a very vivid dream that had left her body aching for something real.

Lily stared longingly at her laptop, a stare her mother noticed as she finally turned from the window. That disapproving look on her face bore into Lily with an almost physical force.

"Don't let me keep you."

"Don't," Lily rolled her eyes and immediately regretted it.

"You're not even dressed," she scolded.

"I work night's momma," maybe the sigh was too much, "You forget that when you call in every morning."

"It's midday."

"It's morning for me."

"Fine. It's not like I pay your rent."

"Momma, please."

"I know when to leave," she sniffed, gathering up her purse and hat.

Lily wasn't upset as the door swung shut behind her. But she would have to call her later and feign an apology. That wasn't something to look forward to.

But there was something she could anticipate. Something wonderful. Something sensual. Something arousing.

She slipped on to the couch and put her feet up on the leather. Her naked thighs tingled as the cool material pressed into her flesh, while the warmth of the laptop embraced her as she settled it on herself.

She wasn't online.

She sighed and closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations throughout her body. Her nipples had been hard since she awoke, and she'd been trying to ignore the gentle throbbing insistence of her clitoris for over an hour. The silk chemise tickled her skin, heightening her arousal each and every time she moved -- even the gentle rise and fall of her breathing meant the material danced on her breasts.

The dream had been exquisite. Vivid. She had genuinely felt her tongue dancing lightly on her button, felt her hands slide under her and massage her pert buttocks, and heard her own moans escape her lips. It was those moans that had betrayed her and awoken her from the fantasy.

She longed for it all to be real.

Her laptop chimed and she opened her eyes eagerly,

The small window in the corner of the screen told her what she had wanted to know. Amy had logged on.

Lily felt herself lick her lips in anticipation. They were full and pouting, the blood already gathering in her erogenous zones. In the mirror she saw her blond locks cascading down her chest, tracing the shape of her bosom, framing those erect nipples trapped beneath the soft smooth silk.

She waited. She didn't want to be the first to type, but her fingers hovered on the keyboard ready to reply when needed.

Nothing.

Lily shifted, feeling the chemise ruffle up under her buttocks.

Still nothing.

But she wasn't going to type first. Not today.

The computer chirruped, and Amy said 'hello'.

Just then her avatar faded up next to the chat window, her big brown eyes staring at Lily with such seeming longing, her brown curls framing her full cheeks -- that mouth; pouting wantonly.

In her dream, that mouth had felt so wonderful on hers. She wasn't sure she would tell her about the dream though. For now, she simply replied with an equally mundane 'hello'.

"Did you put it on for me?" the screen asked.

Her fingers tapped away at the keys, telling Amy how her new chemise felt against her naked skin.

"Will you show me today?"

Lily stopped. Amy sometimes asked to have the webcam switched on, but never normally so soon. A part of Lily desperately wanted to turn it on for the first time ever, but another part urged caution.

"Maybe," she replied coyly.

"I hope so, I've been daydreaming about you all morning. I needed to play with myself in the shower earlier."

"Really?" Lily ran her tongue around her lips, and sighed out loud. The thought of Amy's body in a cascade of warm water was too much to ignore, and the image burnt deep in to her thoughts.

"Yes really. I came so hard I think I scared the cat."

A message popped up under the last line; the program informed Lily that Amy would like to view her webcam, and was asking her to Accept or Decline.

Lily caught her breath. 

Amy had never been so insistent before. She only ever asked once each chat, and not again. Never had she initiated an actual request like this.

Her finger moved the mouse cursor over the Decline choice, but her clitoris began to sing loudly, and she shocked herself by quickly clicking Accept.

Excitement coursed through her body as she watched the window enlarge to accommodate the new video stream. An icon whirled and looped on the screen as she tried to calm herself down.

And then she was on the monitor, looking back at herself. Christ she looked horny. Her hair covered one eye, and her lips were so red she looked like she was wearing lipstick. The spaghetti thin strap of her peach chemise hung from her shapely shoulder, and Lily was amazed at how big her nipples looked poking through it.

She watched herself lick her lips.

A message appeared, "You look stunning."

"Thank you," she typed in response.

"No need for you to type now, I can hear you."

This startled Lily somewhat, and did nothing to dampen her arousal. "Okay," she whispered shyly.

She read the next message self-consciously, "How are you feeling?"

"Honestly?" Lily heard her own voice ask.

"Yes, always."

"Horny as fuck," Lily couldn't believe how forthright she was being. A part of her feared Amy wouldn't like her being so forward.

"Good," Amy typed, "Me too."

Lily closed her eyes for a moment and heard herself sigh again. The arrival of another message pulled them open.

"Thank you for turning it on sweetie," Amy had typed, "You can turn it off if you feel self-conscious. Just seeing you once is enough."

Lily said nothing, typed nothing. Instead, she licked her lips again and lifted a hand to her left breast. She watched herself cup it gently and massage its shape through the silk. The stiffness of her nipple was surprising, and she found it with her thumb and let Amy see her push it back in to the flesh of her pert tit. Then she pinched it through the material, and heard herself moan wantonly as she rolled it from side to side.

"How hard is it?" the screen asked.

"Very," she gasped breathlessly, unable to take her eyes off of herself. Her other hand joined in eagerly now, and together they squeezed and caressed her breasts. It felt delicious; being so wanton and whore-like for her online lover.

A chirrup made her eyes dart to the text box, and her lust rose as she read. "I wish I was there with you right now honey. So close you can feel my warm breath dancing on the soft skin of your cheek. Feel my hands on you now, massaging those curvaceous tits, feel the silk caressing them, feel my fingers find each nipple and pinch at it, feel my mouth press on to yours and kiss you eagerly. Feel my tongue dancing inside your mouth and tell me how this is making you feel right now."

"Amazing," she managed to gasp, "I'm so wet."

Lily couldn't believe her own mouth was betraying her like this. But she was wet. Wetter than she had ever been. Another long, very contented moan escaped her lips, and the noise vibrated down her spine and through her clit.

"Me too," Amy admitted in type, "But maybe we should calm down."

Lily flicked her hair free from her face before gently sliding a strap from her shoulder. She let it fall softly down her arm, and felt the air on her breast as the silk dropped away from her chest. On the screen, she watched herself push that silk to one side, and with the balls of two fingers, she massaged that aching nipple. She swore through a moan.

Then her fingers snaked around the shape of her breast, and she lifted it upwards, squeezing it with her digits and circling her rock hard nipple with her thumb.

The computer dinged to inform her of a new message, but she was too far gone to read it now. Her eyes were locked on the video of her own body, writhing with desire on the screen. She closed them, and focussed on the sensations instead.

Sinking down in to the couch, she opened her legs and let the laptop slip on to the cushion. This movement had pulled the chemise up her body, and she could feel herself exposed down there. Her hand snaked down and through her soft pubic hair, her middle finger pressed between her juicy lips. She had never felt so wet. 

She opened her eye for a brief moment to make sure she was in frame, then let the darkness engulf her once more as she used two fingertips to circle and massage her throbbing clit. It was too much to suppress; the moans louder and more wanton now. 

Amy's name danced with those gasped breathless exhales, and there was more swearing than normal. The juices made it easy to push her fingers deep inside, and she began to rock her hips, fucking herself with loud and whore-like abandon.

Lily came.

The orgasm swelled through her, making her body writhe and throb, as she swore to the heavens.

Slowly, she came down from the high, breathless and drenched in sweat. She finally opened her eyes to see her pussy pouting and glistening in the light from the screen. She sat up, and adjusted her chemise.

"One day," Amy typed, "We'll do that for real."

Lily smiled, but dared not hope.

Bitten Ch. 01







Bitten Ch. 01



He reached up and bared my neck to his fangs again and I knew that my fate had been sealed, he was going to do as our society dictated and break my body in front of hundreds of our own kind. His fangs would pierce my skin as he climaxed to signify the end of the ritual. I would be a "woman" but I had to get past the sex first. Just as he shifted his weight to his arms so he could thrust smoothly a scream was heard from within the crowd followed by a quick roar and more screams. The screaming grew louder and the roar became multiple roars in various pitches. Within a matter of seconds the whole crowd was in a panic, he released my head as he turned to look at what was causing the commotion. As he did I looked too. Pouring into the room from one of the exits were a bunch of werewolves. We were under attack! He released his hold on me and ordered me to get out of here as he started to undo my shackles. Just as he started undoing the second restraint a wolf made it up onto the platform. He turned to fight, out of time to set me free, the sliver of control he'd had on his inner beast fell away as the werewolf approached. They charged each other, and soon disappeared from view in a tangled mess of teeth and claws. Now what was I supposed to do? Both legs and one wrist were still tightly bound to the stone, I may as well have been a buffet laid out for the werewolves as vampires scattered in panic, trying to escape. Some males stayed to fight but most ran in panic. I then heard a sound that made my breath catch in my throat.

A low hungry growl from a wolf just out of my vision above my head. As the black wolf came into view I tried to scream but my voice caught in my throat. It's amber eyes, crystal clear roamed over my body and as it moved around to my spread legs I noticed it was very much MALE. It lowered its head between my legs, sniffed several times then flicked it tongue out licking up the juice from my pussy. A low growl that seemed closer to a purr rolled up from its throat as it licked again. After a few more licks of its wide tongue I felt it pull its head away and I looked to see it eyeing me and eyeing my restraints. If I thought wares had any logical thought while in this form I would have told you it was trying to decide what it wanted to do.

Seconds later it shattered the bands around my ankles and then reached up and broke the one on my wrist. It might as well have short circuited my brain. Had this wolf just set me free? My thoughts were put to a screeching halt when I realized the amber eyes were just inches from my own. It only said one word in its growly voice... run. I did exactly that...I didn't think twice, I didn't think at all. I just ran. I should have known better than to run from a beast, that a wolf wouldn't set me free out of the 'kindness of its heart.' It wanted a chase and that is exactly what I gave it. It didn't take me long to get lost and I soon I found myself running down a dark tunnel with what looked to be a double set of sky-rail tracks. This must be a subway tunnel I thought as I sprinted into the unending darkness. I could hear it running behind me and it was slowly gaining on me. I started to panic....again. As I tried to figure out how to get out of this tunnel. They had to have access points around here somewhere right? I heard the wolf's steps getting closer. I ran as fast as I could but just as one of the loading platforms came into view I felt myself thrown to the ground.

I tried to fight against the werewolf above me but it easily beat me in both strength and size. I soon found myself being dragged toward the platform. With a leap that would have easily matched any vampires the werewolf had both of us onto the large concrete platform covered in trash and debris. In a matter of seconds the beast had pushed me down against an old bench scraping my knees against the concrete my arms pinned beneath my torso. It's left paw coiled tightly in my long hair made escape impossible but that didn't keep me from trying. I felt it fumbling around behind me as I struggled to free myself. Just as I managed to free an arm the wolf tugged my head back to its muzzle and I froze as I felt the heat of its cock between the folds of my pussy. It's growl of "Your innocence is mine" the only other warning I had. It thrust forward driving my hips hard into the metal bench, the tapered head splitting through my hymen made the vampires fingers seem tiny. I screamed in agony, the werewolf roared in victory. With no thought to the source of its pleasure the beast hammered away at my pussy, my blood providing the much needed lubricant as it tried to force its thick meat into my slowly yielding body. Each second was agony. I felt as if I was being fucked by a baseball bat wrapped in sandpaper. The friction and repeated impacts to my cervix were a poor cover up to the fact that I felt I was being split in half by the beast's size. As time passed I grew numb to everything but the throbbing pain between my legs and the impact of fur covered thighs against my own hairless ones. I don't even remember when my screams turned to silent sobs.

Claws raking down my back as the wolf neared its climax was the only thing that brought me back to my senses as one final roar and the heat pooling within me signified the wolf's end. Even though it was spent the werewolf didn't pull away as I expected, it just panted hunched over my body as if trying to regain its own senses. As the pain from my back subsided into a sting I tried to asses the damage. I would certainly have bruises on my hips from the bench. The claw marks on my back would take weeks, or a hell of a lot of blood, to heal but they certainly weren't fatal. The wolf started to move again so I froze, hoping it didn't want to go another round. I wasn't sure how much more abuse my pussy could take. It placed its clawed hands on my hips and started pushing against them as it pulled its hips back. Why wasn't it's cock just sliding out? Why was the pressure against my pelvic bone getting worse. Just when I started seeing stars from the pressure and was sure I was going to be sick the beast managed to exit me with a loud pop and another ripple of searing pain. The beast stumbled over to one of the columns supporting the ceiling and sat down. As I looked at the beast I realized that the reason for its labored exit was at the base of its now withering cock was a knot that had to be pretty close in size to that of a baseball! I struggled to my own feet. Despite the pain and the growing nausea I knew I had to escape. When the werewolf made no effort to stop me I headed back for the tunnel. It was the only way that I knew how to get back to the temple.

When I had finally stumbled back into the ceremony room I saw that the chaos had ended and the room was in shambles. Vampires were already picking up the pieces of broken furniture. The dead, if there were any, had already been removed and the wounded had already been taken care of. Sun filtered through the now broken skylight, highlighting the dark slate of the altar and the shattered chains that dangled from its edges. Had I really been in the tunnels all night? Unable to force my legs to take another step I fell to my knees by the altar just as someone approached me. I tried to retreat from his touch but the quick movement combined with my blood loss made my head spin and darkness to fuzz the edges of my vision. The last thing I remember before losing consciousness was being lifted into the strong arms of the man who'd been chosen to take my innocence. I shuddered at the realization that the werewolf had been the one to take that honor.



Bitten Ch. 02



Night descended on the town, and crept up on Lily unawares.

She awoke with a start, unable to get her bearings. With blurred vision, she looked down her body to see the silk chemise clinging to it, her hair strewn about the place.

It took her a moment to realise she had fallen asleep after her intense orgasm, and a further moment to realise it was dark.

Her head snapped to the wall clock, and she swore when she saw the time. Darting from the couch, she undressed as she ran to the bedroom, flinging her chemise wildly in the air as she went. Hurriedly, she tugged on her polo shirt, realising too late she wasn't wearing a bra.

No time for that now.

Nor panties.

The thigh-length pleated skirt slipped easily up her legs and over her pert buttocks, while she checked her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was tussled, but in an appealing manner, and her face had enough colour from her afternoon fun to render make-up redundant.

The cool night air rushed between her legs as she jogged out in to the street, reminding her how hot her pussy had been earlier. Her tits swayed under her, the nipples chaffing against the cotton as they bounced with each hurried jog.

The bright light from the 24 hour supermarket loomed on the horizon like a sarcastic beacon.

Breathlessly, she slumped in to her seat behind the check-out just in time to see her boss emerge from her tiny office. The prim middle-aged woman didn't need to see Lily late for work again. Luckily, she didn't.

A sigh of relief.

As she tapped her code in to the register, she noticed Buckley sitting across from her. He had an unusual smirk on his equally unusual face, and when she questioned it with a raised eyebrow, it morphed in to a smile.

He was an odd boy this one. Very shy, barely spoke, and as pale as the moon. Lily couldn't remember a time when she saw him in daylight. And she often caught him staring at her, which didn't make her uncomfortable as such, but could be tiresome. She knew she was in for that tonight, realising as she did that her nipples would be poking violently through her cotton top without the barrier or support of a bra.

She wondered if that would make him hard.

The thought surprised her. Up until this afternoon, she wasn't aware how much she enjoyed being watched. She shifted in her seat, sitting up straight and pushing her chest forward, idly looking off down an aisle. When she turned back, sure enough, his eyes were bulging and aimed directly at her nipples. She felt them stiffen slightly, and wondered if he was suffering the same problem.

She didn't like men, but she found she liked this attention.

The doors clattered open, and the delivery man nearly fell over his cart. Lily didn't know his name, even though he'd been in every night since she began working here. It seemed impolite to ask for it after such a time.

He did what he always did; stood gormlessly to one side of the entrance and waited, saying nothing, doing nothing. Lily was bored, so decided to have some more fun. She swivelled her chair around and pushed her tits out once more, this time looking idly down a different aisle.

When she looked back, she saw him yawning, his gaze elsewhere.

Her shoulders slumped.

Then she had another idea.

Lily stood up and feigned the need to retrieve something from under her check out. Bending slowly and purposefully down, she let her pleated skirt ride up and expose her naked buttocks. Stooping low, she stepped her feet apart, and looked back through them.

He was staring out of the window picking his teeth.

Fine. Maybe Buckley would appreciate the show.

She stood back up and made a face of disappointment and confusion. What she was after was obviously not there. Next, she turned around and bent right over the adjacent but otherwise empty check out. Her feet came off the ground and she wiggled them coquettishly as she delved into the recesses of the unit. She knew her naked ass was on display, and it made her clit tingle. But she couldn't engineer a way to spread her legs for him.

"Delilah Skipwith," the roar almost echoed around the store, and Lily sprung bolt upright in surprise.

She slowly turned to see her boss stood in her office doorway, a look of fire burning from her eyes. She strode forward and sniffed haughtily.

"Sorry Ms Carver," Lily pouted as she sat down, "I need some bags."

"I'm sure you have plenty," and with that she snapped the cap back on to the stupidly big marker pen she was holding, as if to say that was the end of the matter.

Before Lily could counter, Ms Carver noticed the delivery man and her mood worsened. With a hissed whisper she asked, "Why didn't you tell me HE was here?"

Lily shrugged. Her mind had been elsewhere.

She watched Ms Carver turn on the most fallacious of smiles for the briefest of seconds, then beckon to the man with her head that they should head out to the store room. He never noticed her demeanour around him, and simply did as he was bid.

Ms Carver's heels clattered on the hard floor as she disappeared down an aisle, followed by a squeaking cart.

Lily rolled her eyes at Buckley, who smirked in response.

Ms Carver was the most prim and proper woman Lily had ever met. She tied her hair back so tight it must give her headaches. Every night she wore a shimmering silk white blouse and a tight black skirt to the knee. Her heeled shoes were black, and she wore no other adornments. But Lily always noticed her body. For her age, it was wonderful. Slim, pert and alluring. Her small but perfect tits always poked proudly under the dancing silk, and the skirt hugged her shapely ass so tight Lily was convinced she wore no panties. She definitely never wore a bra, which made Lily wonder how firm those little boobs must be.

Lily was getting turned on again.

This was no good.

The store was deserted, and would be all night, but she needed to take her mind off sex. Ms Carver would be out back for a while, as always, fussing over the poor man's deliveries, sending most of it back in disgust. Lily was too full of adrenaline, and needed an outlet.

She bounced to her feet and felt Buckley watching her as she skipped across the store towards Ms Carver's office. She often did this, just for the hell of it. It was strictly out of bounds, which is what made it fun. There was nothing in there, except the thrill of rebellion.

Lily sat down on Ms Carver's impossibly firm swivel chair and stared at her desk. As always, there was nothing on it, the in-tray was empty, the out-tray stacked in an anally neat pile. The paraphernalia was all perpendicular and precise. Lily did was she always did. She shifted the stapler to a crooked angle.

Today, she also grabbed one of the giant marker pens from the holder and unclipped the cap slightly. But before she could return it, something twinkled in the metal support of the in-tray. That was new. There was a light source behind her. 

Pen still in hand, she slowly swung the chair around, and her jaw-dropped at what she saw there.

It wasn't the giant LCD display that shocked her. Nor was it the fact it was showing some kind of CCTV feed, split four ways. It wasn't the indignation of a closed circuit system pointing at the check outs that shocked her either. It was the fourth camera, and what it was pointed at that had made Lily gawp.

The light danced on her face as she leaned in closer to make sure she wasn't imagining it.

She wasn't.

Ms Carver was sitting on a stack of boxes, her legs wrapped around the delivery man, their mouths locked in one of the most passionate embraces Lily had ever seen.

She touched her own lips as she watched them kissing, unable to imagine what it must feel like to have another person's mouth pressed against hers.

The man's hands were on Ms Carver's hips, squeezing them passionately, but suddenly, he slipped them up her body and found her pert little tits through the blouse. She watched Ms Carver break from the kiss and saw her mouth open with a moan, as those hands massaged them rhythmically, and his mouth went to her neck to nuzzle.

Lily longed to know how that felt.

She was fixated on Ms Carver's face; contorting and flushed, her mouth gasping for air silently. Lily wondered if she could get some sound. Unsure what to do, she idly pressed the screen.

The quadrant expanded and filled the frame. Ms Carver's face was four times as big now, and Lily was mesmerised by it. She watched her grab the man's hair and pull his mouth back to hers, imagining her tongue pushing wantonly in to dance with his.

Lily licked her lips, as she always did when her arousal was growing.

She touched the screen again, hoping it would reveal some controls, and it did. Nothing she could see would move the camera, but she was pleased to find a volume slider, which she dragged sideways with her finger.

The sound rose, and she could hear their lips smacking.

Coyly, she craned her neck to check no one was coming, and dared to turn it up a little louder. Just then, Ms Carver pulled away and gasped again.

The sound was electric, and Lily could feel that moan vibrating through her clitoris.

She wondered what had caused the noise.

His fingers had found her nipples through the silk and it looked like he was pinching them hard as they kissed, rolling them from side to side.

Lily bought her hand up and pinched her own nipple through the cotton, squeezing hard enough to make her stifle her own gasp. She matched his motion and found herself gripping the marker pen tight in her free hand.

Is this how Amy would make love to her?

The man buried his face in to the nook of Ms Carver's neck, and she rolled her eyes in ecstasy. She obviously had very sensitive nipples, and loved her neck being suckled.

Lily wondered if she too would react with such passion.

She didn't wonder for long though, because on the monitor, Ms Carver grabbed the hem of her blouse and tugged it over her head, before tossing it to one side. Then she straightened her back and presented her left breast to the man's eager mouth. Lily heard him sucking it passionately, and luxuriated in the gentle groaning that it induced.

Lily's legs spread wide across the firm seat of the chair and she pulled her pleated skirt up higher. Her curly blonde pubes pointed the way down to her wet lips, but she wanted to mirror what she was seeing.

So instead of attending to her purring clit, she slipped her hand under her top and began to caress her left nipple, imagining it was a wet eager mouth. Ms Carver pulled his head to her other nipple now, and gently swore as he suckled on it.

That was too much for Lily, and she too let out an aroused expletive, soft and husky.

Lily watched as the man's hand snaked down to her skirt and pushed its way up her naked thigh. To Lily's surprise, Ms Carver lifted her hips and pulled the skirt up. Less of a surprise though was Ms Carver's lack of panties.

His fingers seemed to fumble between her legs inexpertly, and this looked like it annoyed her. She actually tutted, and grabbed his head, pushing him down on to his knees, spread her legs wide open and sat back on the box. She was completely shaven, and she held his head in place as he began to lap and lick at her.

Lily let her fingers drop to her own clit now, and she mimicked lapping at it like a tongue, desperate to know how it would feel for real. She strummed at herself, eyes wide as she watched Ms Carver reach down with her free hand and use her fingers to spread her pussy lips wide.

"Lick it," she instructed sternly, before arching her back and moaning louder now.

Lily fumbled at the volume, dialling it down, hoping no-one could hear outside.

Sitting back, she swung her leg over the arm of the chair and opened herself up for attention. Using two fingers, she toyed with her swollen bud rhythmically, listening intently to the moaning and swearing of her boss. Whenever she directed him what to do next with his tongue, Lily copied on herself, and loved hearing the new noises it produced from Ms Carver.

Lily so wished she could do this with Amy. Feel a tongue on her silky puss.

Ms Carver suddenly sat up and pulled the man upright by the ears. Staring in to his eyes with a look of derision, she expertly undid his cover-alls and let it fall to his ankles. Her hand gripped his shaft and began to stroke it up and down. Lily had no idea what a cock felt like, and didn't want to know, but she was fascinated by how it made Ms Carver feel.

The normally prim woman was talking dirty to her lover. Asking him all sorts of questions about how hard he was, and how badly he needed her. To each inquisition he replied with increasing arousal, until she was pumping his cock hard and fast and he was grunting.

Then, in one smooth movement, she lay back on the box and pulled his cock to her pussy, feeding it deep inside and wrapping her thighs tightly around his hips. With each powerful thrust of the hips, her moans grew louder, and her pert little tits shook with the pounding.

Lily had only ever felt her own fingers inside her, and found herself longing to feel something new in there. The giant marker pen in her hand made itself known. She looked at it, looked back at the rutting on the screen, and decided to use it.

She was so wet it slipped in with an ease that shocked her. She swung her other leg over the opposite arm of the chair, and pushed her spine in to the back. She was wide open like the dirty little whore she felt. Her eyes on the monitor, she began to fuck herself to the timing of his hips. She was pumping so hard and deep she could feel her tits bouncing under her top. Her other hand snaked down and her fingers danced on her clit.

Lily came.

Hard.

But she didn't stop, because he was still going.

Ms Carver was beyond noise now, her body writhing and her face contorting into spasms of ecstatic pleasure. Her hands were massaging her little tits and her thighs gripped her man powerfully.

Without warning, she sat up again and dropped to her knees, worshipping at his crotch. One hand pumped his shaft as she craned her neck and took one of his hairy balls in to her mouth. This didn't interest Lily, but what she did with her other hand made her fuck the pen harder.

Ms Carver reached down and began to finger herself vigorously, in the same way Lily always did. Her other hand stopped pumping and she straightened up, gripping him at the base of his cock and feeding it deep in to her mouth. It kept going. She took it all, and she didn't seem to mind when he gripped her tightly bunned head and began to fuck her mouth as enthusiastically as he'd fucked her pussy.

She moaned hard with a mouthful of solid flesh, and Lily came again.

The pen pumped slower now, and Lily looked down to see it coated in her juices, her lips full and pouting, her clit throbbing.

But they weren't done. Ms Carver stood back up and bent over the boxes in the same way Lily had bent over the check out. She presented the man with her ass, and he accepted it in his hairy hands. Reaching under herself, Ms Carver fed him back inside her wet lips and gasped as he began thrusting even harder.

Lily luxuriated in her after glow, and watched intently as her boss commanded the man to come on her. He pulled out and obliged, his sticky white seed coating her tight buttocks gleefully. Then he spanked her hard and called her a bitch.

She loved it.

Breathlessly, she lay on the boxes, her chest heaving, the semen on her bum, as he pulled up his cover alls and left without a word.

Lily kept watching, slowly teasing the pen in and out.

Ms Carver rolled her eyes to the heavens once more, only this time they rested on the camera, and widened with fear.

She was looking right at Lily.

Shit.

Lily darted to her feet and dived towards the monitor. She fumbled with the touch screen, trying to find the volume slider, as she watched wide-eyed while her boss mopped herself up, pulled down her skirt, and tugged on her blouse, all the while staring up at the camera nervously.

Lily finally returned the volume to mute, but couldn't figure out how to get the screen back to the four cameras.

Ms Carver disappeared from shot.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Lily banged at the screen wildly and without purpose. 

She could hear the clacking of those heels out in the store now.

At last, the four camera feeds reappeared, and she darted from the room, sliding in to her check out seat just as Ms Carver rounded the corner of an aisle.

They stared at one another as her heels clacked by, heading for her office.

"Your mother would be interested to hear of your earlier display."

Lily had nothing to say, and instead blurted, "Well, he's asleep."

She gestured at the snoring Buckley, but Ms Carver wasn't interested. "You're just lucky she owns the place I suppose."

With that, she disappeared in to the office and shut the door.

Lily caught her breath finally.

Then she felt the marker pen in her hand, sticky and wet. She stared at it, then slowly pushed it in to her mouth and tasted herself on the plastic.



Bitten Ch. 02



Here is the continuation of Bitten. No actual sex in this chapter (sorry) but some character development that will reveal why its important. Be patient, there is more sex coming and lots of it.

Chapter Two - Secrets

I woke several days later back in my childhood bed. The bruising I was positive I'd have already gone along with any superficial wounds. The claw marks on my back were replaced with angry pink scars, the new skin around them felt overly tight, like I'd been sunburned. I knew a few more 'transfusions' and they too would fade to nothing but faint white marks against my already pale skin. How much blood had I been fed? The dull ache between my legs the only other physical reminder I had from my night in Chicago. 21st Century Hollywood had gotten one thing right. The restorative properties of blood was undeniable. Human blood is best for day to day nourishment, but this kind of healing required vampire blood. I didn't want to think about who the donor might have been.

I walked to my closet and scanned my clothes for something to wear. Eyeing all my tank tops I realized I wouldn't be able to wear these for quite some time. Not until the scars on my back had faded to the point they were no longer humanly visible. Vampires would always be able to see them, and what we knew of werewolves told me they too had vision enhanced enough to notice the variations in color and texture. Throwing on a turtleneck and jeans I headed out to the living room finding my 'father' sitting on the couch packing up my school things. I was going back? He looked up when I walked in and gestured for me to sit in the chair next to the couch as he got up and went to the fridge. He soon came back with a short glass full of dark liquid and set it in front of me, a tall glass of bright red blood soon joined the shorter glass. "Bottoms up kiddo" he said, roughly gesturing toward the shorter glass before going back to packing up my things. "I'm leaving?" I asked while picking up the glass and sniffing the dark liquid. The scent assaulted my senses, it was heaven and hell in a glass. It had all the wonderful things about human blood but there was something 'wrong' about it, something that drew you in and drove you away at the same time. I quickly drank the few ounces in the glass and cringed as the blood burned in my throat... now I understood the glass of human blood. I quickly used it to wash down the burning liquid. As the venom from the vampire blood quickly surged through my body continuing the 'repairs' I felt myself grow a little light headed. I tried to focus on my father's words to keep from getting dizzy.

"You'll be returning to school until the council decides what to do with you. The fact that they didn't kill you outright proves they are divided." His words were cold but I knew he meant it as a reassurance. "The fact that you came to the ceremony undamaged may be your saving grace." I nodded and instantly regretted the movement as it made my head swim. Whooo! This shit is potent. He noticed my reaction. "Easy kid, that blood is old. It's some pretty powerful stuff. It took quite a bit to decontaminate your wounds." He helped me sit back in my chair and instructed me on how often to drink the stuff, how to make sure no one saw my scars at school. Human society took to werewolf attacks just as poorly as vampires did, if not worse.

The next six months went smoothly. The council had decided that since I 'had obeyed tradition,' come to the ceremony 'intact.' and extenuating circumstances led to my 'contamination,' I would be allowed to live but would no longer be able to serve my role as a breeder. While I would never openly admit to being happy about losing my place in society I can say that the idea of popping out kids for the next century or two didn't sound like a lot of fun.

I continued to heal with my weekly dose of vampire blood, and I'd been careful to change clothes and shower alone. Not even Sarah had seen the marks from "that night in Chicago". One night after my late night shower I examined my scars in the mirror. They were no longer raised and had turned a soft white color thanks to my consistent feedings. To my eyes the difference in color to my 'normal' skin was night and day but I knew that it would not be too much longer that I'd have to try to hide them. Soon the only people who would be able to see them would already know what they were and where they came from. Lost in thought as I studied my form in the mirror I didn't hear Sarah wake, or remember that I'd never locked the bathroom door. I stood frozen in shock as I stared back at her horrified look on her face in the mirror.

"What the hell!!" she screamed, roughly tugging the towel from my body to expose the full length of the scars running from collarbone to tailbone along my spine. I tried to quickly regain control of the towel, unconcerned with covering my nakedness but wanting to hide the hideous scars from her eyes. "I... I can explain..." I stammered trying to repair the situation, "It's not what it looks like!"

She stood there speechless for a moment and my heart fell with each emotion that played across her face. Recognition, betrayal, disgust, and horror painted her face as I slowly sunk to sit on the floor. My best friend was disgusted at what she saw...disgusted at me. My face buried in my hands as I sobbed, I never saw the guilt that wiped all other emotions from her face. I felt her pull me from the floor and guide me onto my bed, not brave enough to look at her face again I kept my eyes on the floor but tried to regain some sort of composure. I was eventually able to contain the sobs but the tears still flowed. It took me awhile to process what she had been repeatedly saying over and over again as I sobbed. "Shhh... I'm so sorry.....It's gonna be OK..."

I blinked the tears from my eyes and tried to focus on her face stammering out my question, "S..sorry... for wh.. what?"

"For this" she said as she traced a finger over one of the pale white lines. I looked at her confused. "For hurting you" she added. My growing confusion must have been obvious because she sighed, stepped away from me, and started to pull her long t-shirt over her head. "Just try not to freak out on me ok?" I must have nodded. Not two seconds after her t-shirt hit the floor the large black wolf with amber eyes I'd never forget stood where my friend had been moments earlier. Before I even had a chance to scream the wolf was gone and Sarah stood clearly out of breath where the wolf had been.

I recoiled on the bed as I finally pieced together what I had just seen and what Sarah had said. She'd hurt me, she'd been the wolf who had taken me in the subway. But how was that possible? Sarah standing naked before me was clearly a girl in every way. Her breasts larger than average but not out of proportion to her curvy hips and narrow waist was without a doubt female perfection. The wolf in the subway had been undeniably male. As if she could read my mind Sarah approached the bed slowly, her hand out as if trying to calm an animal ready to attack. "I'll explain everything but please understand that when I did those things... I wasn't really me. It doesn't change that I hurt you, a lot I'm sure, but please, can we talk things out?"

Sarah and I stayed up all night talking about our "other lives" the ones we'd never been able to share with each other before. She explained that to keep the wolf's male to female ratio more in balance stronger women would actually have male wolf forms complete with the ability to breed. I showed her my vampiric form, we'd even stood in the same bathroom mirror that had started the whole mess in our true forms making faces at each other till we laughed so hard we cried. In the end we passed out together from sheer exhaustion. Not another word was said about what happened on that subway platform.



Bitten Ch. 03



The sun would soon rise, and the night had passed without further incident. 

Lily made her way home with a bounce in her step, in spite of the contented exhaustion of a day full of sexual pleasure. The chilly night air helped cool her ardour but made her nipples stand on end. 

In the light of the waxing moon, she followed the well-worn path to home and bed.

Same old, same old.

Maybe the suffocation of the rigid routine was why she was seeking ever greater excitement and release. Her adorable little house didn't feel like home any more, and her momma took every opportunity to remind her that she was paying the rent.

The next step down that road would be her mother reminding her she paid her wages too.

Lily felt the need to shake free from the shackles more palpably than ever before.

She was twenty one. She'd never had a lover, at least not a real one. Her life consisted of traipsing back and forth between her momma's house and her momma's business.

Maybe Amy would help her escape.

As she came round the final corner, her eyes focused on the house opposite hers. 

The lights were on.

That was unusual. Lily couldn't remember the last time she'd seen signs of life there. Her curiosity piqued, she altered her step and crossed the street. The orange light seeped through the shutters as she crept on to the lawn. The damp grass oozed between her open toed shoes as she stepped ever closer to the window.

At the ledge, she cocked her head to peer between the gaps. 

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light, and when they did, Lily was disappointed to see nothing but an empty room. Maybe she had secretly hoped for another voyeuristic frenzy.

Just then, a shadow danced across the doorway, and Lily recoiled slightly as someone stepped inside.

She was tall. Very tall. With cropped blond hair and milky white skin. She seemed spaced-out slightly, perhaps not quite awake yet, or too tired from a long night, it was hard to tell.

But more importantly, she was naked.

There wasn't a pound of fat on her lithe body either. Every gentle curve contoured around a slightly defined muscle. Her belly was flat, her arms slim but attractive, and her neck was so shapely it made Lily lick her lips.

The tiny mound of hair between her legs was as blonde as her head, and her breasts were magnificent. So pert, so proud, so ample, so delicious. Her nipples were bright pink and stood to attention on the gentle curve of those wonderfully supple tits.

Lily watched her yawn, stretching her arms high in the air and lifting those boobs into a sculpted shape even more arousing. It was as if she was carved from pure marble, and Lily couldn't take her eyes from that body.

The Goddess turned on her heels and stood in the doorway with her back to Lily. Her eyes followed that spine down to her buttocks, which were even more shapely than her tits. 

And then she was gone.

Lily sighed, disappointed but pleased to have seen such a sight.

She hurried home and jumped in the shower, washing away a days worth of sex and sweat, feeling the warm water sluice her long blonde hair and tease its way down her naked body.

She was spent from the exertions of many orgasms, but she couldn't resist spending a little too much time cleaning her pussy. There was probably no need to give her clitoris a gentle two finger cleansing, but the image of her neighbour filled her mind for the duration.

She finally stepped out of the shower, and felt the soft robe clinging to her wet skin. It was time to go to sleep, but she desperately wanted to chat with Amy and unburden herself of everything. Confess to her naughty antics, unload her grievances about Momma, describe the sight of her gorgeous neighbour, and above all, talk about her escape plans.

It took an age for her laptop to awaken from its slumber. And when it did, Lily was irked that Amy wasn't logged in. 

She checked her email instead, and smiled when she saw one from her online lover sitting in her Inbox. The subject line provided no clue as to its contents, so she opened it quickly.

It simply said, "Let's meet x."



Bitten Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - Unwanted Questions

Years passed relatively uneventfully. Sarah and I completed our educations, and even managed to be assigned flats in the same tower. I eventually earned myself a place within a large technology firm based here in New York and started the slow process of climbing the corporate ladder. Being a vampire may have helped me get my lowly job within the company largely run by vampires but my 'reputation' certainly wouldn't make getting somewhere in the company easy.

Sarah had become an architect. Her artistic eye helped her quickly move up within her firm and within a few short years she was leading the project designing the new towers to be built within the heart of New York. These four new towers were to be home to just over one million new apartments and thousands of shops replacing about a dozen buildings that were becoming too expensive to maintain. The towers were built in a quadrangle surrounding a multi level central garden with hundreds of park benches, promenades, and a few well placed cafe's designed to provide a green space to retreat to when someone wanted to get away from the rigid sterility that was mecca living. 'Greenscapes' such as this were expensive to build and were a huge beacon of a City's wealth. The apartments within these buildings would only be assigned to those in high standing within the society. Scientists, engineers, ceos, and directors would be given prime pick of the apartments that graced the upper floors. The subterranean floors would house the service people. The men and women who ran the shops, maintained the machinery and made sure that life ran smoothly for the 'higher ups' literally. Everyone chosen to live within these buildings regardless of their relationship to the surface was walking into a massive upgrade from where they were coming from. They were moving further into the city.. further into safety.

Sarah and I were both part of the lucky group chosen to live within these new buildings. By the time their construction had been completed I had managed to climb my way into an assistant directors job at NERO TECH. It was a windy September day when the movers came to pick up my modest possessions and move them to my new apartment. I was excited. Sarah and I had been planning this for months. When finalizing the design of our apartments Sarah and I had built them next to each other and in mirror image to one another with the living rooms sharing a common wall. She'd had a large set of mahogany french doors built into that common wall. That way when we held parties we could open up the two rooms to each other and create one large entertainment space. We soon found that we left the doors open more often than not. It was nice to have company since neither of us had family in the building. 

Even back in prep school Sarah had been a promiscuous girl. Changing partners like you or I changed clothes. According to her it was a wolf thing. The pack mentality doesn't let them settle on one person long until they find their one mate. The night before the blood moon Sarah opened the french doors and found me brooding staring out my window at the rising moon. I could already feel the moon's call, I hated it. I looked over at Sarah perched in the doorway like a cat ready to pounce. A stunning couple, her current playmates, heading toward her bedroom naked bodies completely entwined.

"Come join us Lina!" Sarah pleaded from the doorway. "You look like you could use some fun!"

I shook my head, uninterested in joining in on the 'games.' This was not the first time I'd been asked to join in, and I am sure it would not be the last despite the fact that I always declined. Sarah groaned her defeat. "This is not over my friend, we will continue this discussion when I am done entertaining my guests. The door's always open should you change your mind." With that she retreated to her bedroom and her company.

I rose and headed for the kitchen, poured myself another mug of steaming hot tea. As an afterthought I grabbed a tall glass from the cabinet and snagged a dark wine bottle from the fridge. The plain black label only had two lines of white text upon its front. VD 332 - 1742 the initials and age of the source and the date bottled. All blood is labeled like this. Black labels indicate vampire blood, red labels are for human blood. The dark green glass of the bottle hides the color of its contents making it safe for us to store out in the open.

I carried the chilled blood, my glass and my mug of tea back to my chair by the window, pausing to close the double doors on my way as the sounds of sex reached my ears. By the sounds of it Sarah and the male were giving the other female a royal screwing. I latched the doors muffling the sound and retreated to my chair, quickly pouring myself a glass of the dark vampiric blood.

Years of drinking the stuff had meant I no longer needed the chaser of human blood. I welcomed the burn in my throat and the heat as the venom raced through my veins. I no longer needed the blood to heal, the scars on my back turned invisible to the human eye years ago. I now drank the stuff to sleep. Like liquor for humans the venom creates a sort of high. Enough of it and you pass out. One advantage of being a vampire is you don't need much sleep, but you do need some. Having hypersensitive senses being bombarded for too long a period can overload the brain causing headaches. A few hours once a week is more than enough to keep the headaches and grumpiness at bay.

I casually sipped the blood and my tea as i watched the moon creep across the sky as i tried to ignore the passionate screams resonating from next door. This time they were Sarah's. I pictured her perched over the man riding him to oblivion while the woman played with her nipples or ass. Sarah was definitely not a passive lover. She liked control.

Eventually the noises quieted and I sunk back into the silent stupor I was in before I'd been interrupted. The blood had grown warm in its bottle, the tea gone cold in my cup by the time I heard the doors open again. I looked up at Sarah as she approached me and watched her slide into the chair across from me still naked. She stared at me for a long moment and I could tell she was trying to decide how to say exactly what was on her mind. I waited not really wanting to have the conversation I knew that was coming. Sarah had gone down this road before and I knew she'd never been satisfied with my answers.

"You never come play with us." She stated matter of factly.

"I know" I answered flatly and took a sip of my tea and grimaced when i realized it had gone cold.

"Why not?" she asked.

"You know I don't like it," I grumbled knowing she wasn't going to accept that answer either, she never had.

"Okay," she said, "So you don't like the group thing, but I haven't seen you show an ounce of interest in someone in years. You've got to be.. " she chose her word carefully. "Lonely"

I sighed, "I'm really alright Sarah." I got out of my chair and fetched some ice for the blood knowing I was going to want it at the rate Sarah was going. "Why is my personal life under scrutiny? Why do I NEED someone,?!" I shot back at her as I came back to my chair.

"Do you really want to be alone for the rest of your life Lina? A spinster for the next several hundred years?"

I scowled at her and said nothing taking a big drink of the blood purring as it burned down my throat.

She looked at me for a moment trying to figure out another plan of attack." What about that man I saw you with at school? He was cute. what happened to him?"

I curled tighter into my chair as I processed what she asked. I knew who she meant. It was the only time she'd ever seen me be 'social.' She was asking about Damion. The man the council had chosen to be my first 'consort' he had come to the college a few weeks before the blood moon the year after my botched ceremony. He had come to discuss what would be expected of me at that year's ceremony, despite the fact that I didn't have any interest in going. It was tradition and vampires are all about tradition. Sarah had seen us sitting in one of the cafe's making plans over coffee. I didn't go home that night. She assumed I was with him and I had never admitted it to her that she'd been right. As gentle as he was any woman would have found pleasure in his touch, but I didn't. The scars of the previous year both physical and emotional left me broken and raw after the experience and I decided then that I never wanted to lie with someone again even if it meant being alone. Somehow Damion had understood. 

I looked up to realize Sarah was still waiting for an answer. "He had a place in vampire society that could not include me." I answered her. Sarah would never understand the type of relationship Damion and I now shared. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair and waited for Sarah's next question that never came. We both stared out the window as the sky lightened with the rising of the sun. It wasn't until the bright pink streak of sunlight hit the window in the building across from us glaring into my apartment did Sarah surrender. She rose from the chair, kissed me on top of my head as she passed. "Good morning Little Lina, be safe tonight. I'll see you after the blood moon."



Bitten Ch. 04



Lily could feel the music thumping through the ground as she approached the club. She'd spent nearly as much time picking her outfit as she had convincing herself to do this.

The moon was fat and high in the sky, and the dust kicked up with each step she took nearer, rising and swirling as much as her own apprehensive stomach.

Amy had been online all afternoon talking her in to this, and they finally made a plan to meet here, at Coven. Lily hadn't heard of it before, even though it was on the outskirts of town, and had no idea what to expect. But that was the least of her anxieties.

She smoothed her tight skirt around her ass, and pulled it down slightly. It was short, shorter than she was comfortable with really. Any lapse and she would be flashing the whole club. Last night, that thought would have turned her on, but tonight was a different matter.

Panic rose as, for no reason whatsoever, she decided she was dressed utterly inappropriately. She stopped, turned on her heels and walked briskly back the way she came. What was she thinking wearing such a plunging neck line? It looked so alluring in the mirror, but now she realised it was just cheap.

Then Amy's comforting words cooed in her mind once more. Everything she had typed had placated those nerves, and the memories of them now helped beat down the dread.

She stopped again, adjusted her décolletage, turned round as gracefully as she could manage and stepped back towards that pounding music.

A tweak of attitude was all she needed. She felt her tits gently bouncing with each confident stride. The curves of her cleavage would drive Amy wild all night, and she'd be fighting hard to keep her hands from them. Her naturally pouting lips would prove too much to resist. The tight curves of her perfect ass would feel wonderful in Amy's hands as she cupped them, pushing her tongue into Lily's mouth ...

Christ, Lily was amazed at how badly she needed the sensual touch of another human being.

With one last considered breath, she stepped inside.

The heat hit her hard in the face, and the music pounded at her ears relentlessly. A heaving mass of bodies writhed in the swinging lights and billowing smoke. Her feet stuck to the floor.

Why the hell would Amy want to meet her here?

It was disgusting.

Her eyes darted about, looking for something familiar, something to calm her nerves once more. Hundreds of faces, but none of them friendly.

She bumped her way to the bar and squeezed herself in between two people who didn't even notice her presence. After a long wait, the barman finally got to her, and she had to shout at full volume to get her order heard. When it arrived, it was wrong, but she didn't have the lungs to make a fuss. She grabbed her luke warm tap water (it was meant to be vodka and ice), and skulked in to a corner.

This is where they had agreed to meet.

In this dingy, dank, dark, smelly little alcove with a sticky table and an infested looking love seat.

She poked at it with a reluctant finger, seeing if it was fit for human use. What she felt she didn't like. Instead she hovered to one side of the seat and stared back out into the sprawling mass of dancing bodies.

Lily was beginning to feel a little bilious.

Sipping on the tap water didn't help.

It was too much, all of it, and she decided to leave.

She turned to dump her glass on the rickety table, and when she turned back out towards the room, she saw her.

Not Amy.

Her neighbour.

The blonde Goddess.

A beacon of tranquillity in the storm of heaving people. It was as if the crowd moved around her, affording her her own peaceful idyll. She danced, eyes closed, rocking her hips to the music, her crop top allowing a view of her smooth stomach as it gyrated rhythmically. 

Lily was transfixed.

A thin sheen of sweat clung to her skin as she moved, glistening in the spinning lights. Her arms snaked in the air above her, and reached for the sky, while she dropped her head down.

Then she stopped.

Deathly still.

And without raising her head, she opened her eyes and looked up through her hair -- right at Lily.

Gasping, Lily dropped her glass in shock. As she fumbled to retrieve it from the grungy floor, she looked back out at the dance floor, but her neighbour was gone.

Had she really looked right at her?

Her imagination was playing tricks on her, and it made her even more anxious to leave. She left the glass on the floor, and trotted towards the exit. She'd barely made it two steps before she bumped into someone's chest. With an apology she tried to go round, but two ice cold bony hands grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.

Looking up she saw the familiar but unwelcome face of Buckley.

"Not now," she shouted, but he didn't hear her.

Instead, he leaned in very close to her ear and loudly said, "Don't rush off, she'll surely be here any moment."

Lily pulled away and looked at him with panic, "What?" she demanded at the top of her voice.

He seemed to notice her concern, and leant in again, still holding her shoulders, "Your friend. I saw you waiting alone. You wouldn't come to a place like this on your own. Would you?"

She relaxed a little and shook her head. He began manoeuvring her back the way she came, but she had no energy to fight him. The night was a disaster, everything was ruined. And being back in this mangy little alcove bought it all home to her.

Buckley smiled.

Lily did not.

What had she been thinking? It began to play on her mind that Amy had been weaving an elaborate joke at her expense. Of course she didn't feel the same depth of emotions about this "relationship" as Lily did. It was a sham. A farce. A fucking joke. Lily scoffed loudly that she'd even used the word relationship. It was typing.

She kicked at the floor in annoyance.

Buckley stepped closer. Lily shivered at the move, hoping to God that he wasn't going to make some clumsy move for her.

For the time being he didn't.

He shouted something but she couldn't hear what, so she shook her head and gestured to her ears. That bought him closer.

"Don't worry," he bellowed.

Lily didn't know what to say to that, so just shrugged.

"Been stood up?" he screamed.

She made a face and turned to look out at the dancing mob. He never spoke this much at work, why they fuck couldn't he shut up now? But there was his voice again, balling in to her ear.

"Never mind. Sometimes things happen for a reason."

She closed her eyes and shook her head. Here it came. She folded her arms tightly across her chest, and became as cold as she could.

"Maybe WE were meant to meet here."

Lily sucked her teeth and made a face, stoically not looking his way. She felt him step closer.

"I mean, who says Amy was the right person for you anyway?"

What?

What?!

She turned on him accusingly and jabbed his chest with such a force he stumbled backwards. "How do you know about Amy?" she roared.

"I -- she - you mentioned her the other night."

"No," she jabbed again, then again, "No I didn't. I've never mentioned her to anyone. EVER. You asshole."

And with that she lifted her knee swiftly into his groin, spun away and bounced her way through the crowd, tears streaming down her face.



Bitten Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - Blood Moon

As the small plane circles its final descent into the ruins of Chicago I watch as the other passengers grow restless wishing I could share in their excitement. All I feel is edgy. The sun is starting to set and soon the blood moon will rise and the frenzy will begin again. In less than an hour the ceremonies will commence, and soon I'll be surrounded by nothing but blood and sex. To most vampires its heaven. For me its a long three days. I admit its good to see old friends in between the unending orgies but I am glad when the pressures to be one of them will be gone again.

Once landed I rise and file off the plane with the rest of the vampires smiling at the 'flight attendant' who waits to clear the plane with a fang filled grin. This first thing you notice when you get off the plane is the smell. Since the city died long ago there are no nanobots cleaning the air and the scent of earth and asphalt assault your senses. The winds of Chicago have long blown away any scent of the thriving city it once was. I study the decaying city as I make my way toward the cathedral. Vines and grass permeate the streets and sidewalks, crawling up buildings in an upward race for the sun. Its beautiful to me. Wishing I could stay out here for the next few days instead of in the stuffy halls of the cathedral and surrounding buildings. 

I jump as I feel a hand on my back not even realizing i'd stopped walking. I turn sheepishly to look at the 'flight attendant.' "Come Miss Riddle, the sun is setting. We don't want to be caught out after dark." He was right, it wasn't safe to dawdle. We both hurried on into the cathedral and took our places amongst those gathered to watch the ceremony. As I took my seat Damion turned and smiled at me from a few rows up and I smiled in return looking forward to spending some time with him.

The ceremony started with its usual pomp and circumstance. The girl representing her peers this year was stunning. Hazelnut colored skin covered her lithe body, her pretty face surrounded by dark wavy locks of satin hair that draped nicely over the altar as she was laid upon it. Her nipples stood at attention in the cool air of the room atop round perky breasts. Her narrow waist created a smooth line to her gentle hips and strong legs. She looked like a runner. I could see why she'd been chosen. 

The master of ceremonies checked her integrity just as he always did and the girl moaned as he did so. She was a tight one it seemed, poor girl. Next he introduced her chosen consort. The man was muscular even in human form but not overly bulky, lean. He had long dark hair and a chiseled face. As my eyes roamed downward I noticed that he was already hard with anticipation, and was not as large as some I've seen. Lucky girl. He strode down the aisle and shifted forms halfway down, his body hardening as it took on its superior vampiric form. His cock didn't thicken much as he shifted but it lengthened substantially. I hoped for the girls sake she wasn't shallow.

The girl on the altar was writhing with need, you could see the moisture already glistening on her bare labia. She wanted this. He ran his long tongue from her weeping slit across her clit and up her chest as he came between her legs. She calmed momentarily as she shuddered in pleasure. He teased her clit with his thumb and the noise to escape her throat was as erotic as it gets. Somewhere between a whine and a moan it was a call of primal lust. Even I reacted to it.

He ran the head of his cock over her slit several times, coating it in her juices as she writhed beneath him her desire growing quickly out of control as the moon rose high in the sky. The spectators could feel it too, its an edge in the air, a tingling of the skin. We all leaned forward in our chairs as he lined himself with her virgin opening, waiting with baited breath for the moment of penetration, her cry of pain, the scent of blood and sex an aphrodisiac to us all.

As he thrust downward into her, she rose her hips to meet his. His cry of pleasure only drowned out by her accompanying scream as the combined movement sent him deep within her body bumping into her cervix roughly. We all cheered. He slowly retreated from her warm body till just the tip remained within her pink walls before slowing moving forward again. This time a low moan poured from the girls throat and it was only a stroke or two later that she started to move with him again. The wanton pleasure overriding the pain as her body adjusted to his invading cock. 

Some members of the audience were unable to wait for the end of the ceremony. Men were blatantly stroking the growing bulges in their pants. Women who were proper ladies minutes before delved into their skirts with fingers seeking their own hot centers. The woman sitting next to me was now on her knees between the thighs of her partner, her head bobbing rhythmically on his painfully hard cock. The smell of arousal was thick in the air and I wanted to escape. I could feel the draw of the moon in my skin, the tingling of desire. The need to act on primal instincts. I wished the ceremony would end so I could leave. Just had to wait out the night. Tomorrow I could run and I'd feel better.

Thankfully the girl on stage started screaming out her orgasm and by the sounds of it her partner was not too far behind. He roared as he bared his fangs, and bit into her neck as they climaxed together. Those not too distracted by their own activities cheered in victory at the couple upon the stage. Successful homage to the blood moon had been paid. We could now all play. 

Quickly the audience rose and separated into various groups, quickly wanting to move on to more private games. I made my way toward Damion and smiled at him happily as he approached with a girl on each arm. I looked at the two beautiful women then turned back to my friend. 

"Looks like you have your work cut out for you my friend." I said in greeting laughing as his grin spread from ear to ear.

"I sure do." He said laughing as he gave each girl a possessive squeeze.. "Coming with us? I have a gift for you."

"Of Course!" I said and stepped into line behind him as we joined the rest of the vampires filing out quickly, grateful to have a place to retreat to.



Bitten Ch. 05



Lily couldn't escape from the heaving mass of bodies; she bounced and bumped through them, gulping back her tears and embarrassment, desperate to get out of this insidious place. But she'd been spun round so much now, she'd lost her bearings and all sense of direction.

The faces blurred in to one giant visage of derision, seemingly hating her for her physical intrusion, openly mocking her for her tear-streamed face.

Thoughts raced through her mind, as much a blur as the encroaching crowd. 

How could she have fallen for Buckley's charade?

How could she have believed Amy was real?

How could she have unburdened her innermost fears, fantasies and ambitions to a charlatan who was engineering a clumsy pass to get inside her panties?

No wonder that shitbag was leering at her so much last night in the store -- he'd seen her, legs spread, knuckle-deep inside herself.

She violently pushed a stranger to one side, and the crowd belched her out into an empty corridor.

Her chest heaved as she finally caught her breath. The weight of the night's events were too much, and she bent over, pushing her hands hard on her knees and felt herself go dizzy.

What did he expect? For her to fall in to his arms when the woman he created had failed to show up?

She wretched dryly, then propped herself against the wall, trying to stop the corridor spinning.

Movement in the corner of her eye made her look down the length of the hallway. From the dark she saw her neighbour striding toward her, no doubt heading back to the dance floor.

Her eyes were locked on Lily's, who couldn't look away as she strode ever closer. As she passed her, Lily heard her say, "Go home, you don't belong here." And with that, she was gone.

How dare she?

Lily couldn't believe it.

For a moment she forgot how low she was feeling, and let the indignation rise in her gut. It escaped her mouth in the form of a shriek, "Bitch."

But she was long gone, swallowed up by the heaving sea of dancing bodies.

Lily stuck her nose in the air impotently and stalked away down the lengthy hall. She had no idea where she was, or where this lead, but she didn't care so long as it was away from there.

It took her around a corner, then another, the lighting growing dimmer as she went deeper inside. Rounding another corner, she was presented with a line of doors on each wall. About a dozen in all, their paint peeling and handles mottled with years of use.

She hoped one of them was an exit and her chance of escape. The first handle didn't move when she tried, nor did the second. The third snapped down easily and the door swung open to reveal a janitor's closet. Lily suspected the cleaning products had never been touched.

Desperation rose as she tried handle after handle, only to find each door locked, until only one remained. Gripping the metal, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and hoped. She heard it click open, and felt the door release.

She opened her eyes and was about to step forward when she heard something that made her stop.

It took her a moment to focus on the noise and decide what she was hearing. 

It sounded like kissing.

Lily's curiosity overcame her, so she pushed the door open a little further and peeked around the wood. She could see nothing. But the sound was unmistakable now. It was definitely two people kissing.

She didn't dare open the door further, but she desperately wanted to, her ferociously bad mood momentarily forgotten. Instead she started to move her head in to different angles, attempting to catch a glimpse of something, anything.

By stepping slightly to one side, she managed to position herself to see a mirror on the wall, and with some more experimentation, she finally saw something worth seeing. 

A woman with very short black hair had her back to the mirror, and Lily could see two feminine looking arms embracing her. The image of a snake was tattooed to the woman's neck and disappeared underneath her white vest top. Standing on tiptoe to adjust her angle, Lily noticed that the woman was wearing black panties. Those embracing arms moved down, and she saw the red-nailed fingers grip the woman's buttocks and massage them wantonly.

Lily's clit began to tingle; her lips needed to be licked.

More than anything though, she needed to take her mind off of everything that had happened. She leapt at the opportunity to focus on something else for a moment, and watched with increasing arousal as the two women kissed in the mirror. 

She finally caught a glimpse of the second girl. She had a shock of pink very short hair, and her eyelids were closed and coated with some shimmering make up. Her lashes were very long and brushed her lover's neck as her unseen mouth nuzzled in to the milky white nape.

Lily felt her mouth open slightly, and tried desperately to stifle the soft moan that escaped. The quiet whimper seemed to echo in the silence, and she saw those lashed eyes roll open. The bright blue orbs that emerged didn't move though, half-focused in pleasure.

A dull ache in her lower stomach reminded Lily that this was something she wanted to feel for herself; a lover's mouth sucking and teasing at that spot where her neck met her shoulder. She realised her hand was on her breast, so she shifted her thumb to find her nipple and discovered it was rock hard. Through the thin cotton she circled and probed at it, staring intently at the reflection in the mirror through the tiny slit in the door.

Without warning, she felt her own foot betray her by pushing it open slightly more. It moved silently, and the extra room gave her a more comfortable vantage point. She saw a flash as the red nails of one hand arced in to the air, and swished down to hit the other woman's ass cheek with a stinging slap.

The snake writhed as her back arched and Lily heard her moan appreciatively.

The nails dug into the flesh as the pink haired woman squeezed the buttock hard. 

Maybe it was the movement of the spank, but a waft of the musky air began to tease Lily's nostrils. She could smell their arousal. And she could feel her own. She'd hoped to experience something real tonight, and the momentary pang of a disappointed memory faded quickly as another spank reined down on that taut ass cheek.

Lily had never wondered how that felt before, but now she was overcome with a desire for someone to spank her. Maybe she wanted to be punished for her misjudgement, or maybe she just wanted to feel like a naughty girl. Either way, she began to sense her own wetness down there.

Her tight skirt didn't make for easy access, but she didn't care. The two women were kissing harder now as she pulled the hem upwards and exposed the crotch of her red panties. Her finger brushed the silky cotton and she found it even wetter than she'd expected.

The sound of juicy slurping drifted to her ears, and she realised those red nails had disappeared inside the other woman. She craned her neck to get a view, and saw the black panties had been pushed to one side. She saw the knuckles moving as the fingers probed her deep and fast.

Lily wanted to know that feeling.

But all she could do for now was push her own panties to one side and push her finger deep inside her wet folds. A moan escaped her lips again, and again the pink haired woman opened her eyes. This time though they focused on something. The mirror.

She looked right at Lily in the reflection, making her gasp in astonishment.

But she didn't react, she simply continued to nuzzle on her lovers neck, staring right at Lily in the full length glass, seeing her finger deep inside herself, matching the motion of her own fingers.

Lily massaged herself deeper, staring right back into those bright blue eyes, framed under a shock of very pink hair. She felt a trickle of her juice teasing down her own thigh. 

And then she got a full view of the snake tattoo, as the woman tugged her vest top over her head and discarded it to one side. Lily sensed she wanted her tits sucked, but the pink haired woman seemed lost in this moment, her mouth passionately caressing the neck as her eyes bore into Lily's.

Lily pulled her fingers from her pussy and lifted them to her lips. She sucked down on them seductively, tasting herself, staring at the woman with lust.

The red nails raised in to the air, and curled up into a beckoning motion.

Lily couldn't believe it.

She was telling her to come in.

Amazingly, she felt herself stepping through the threshold, turning inside and seeing them in the flesh. The red nailed hand was held out and she reached up to take it.

The feeling of skin on skin was electric, and her eyes locked back on those bright blue staring orbs. She felt her fingers stroking her wet digits, and then the grip tightened and she was pulled closer.

The heat from their bodies was palpable, and she felt two hands on her hips now, pulling her ever forward, her eyes unable to look away. Lily felt herself pressing into the naked back. All three women moaned at the new tactile feeling, as Lily breasts pushed into her snake decorated spine. The heat on her nipples danced throughout her body and sent waves of sensation through her clitoris.

The red nailed hands snaked around her hips and gripped her buttocks through the skirt, massaging them roughly.

Lily felt herself leaning down to that neck, and planting a soft kiss on the wet skin. She tasted the saliva that had been left there by the sucking, and teased at it with the tip of her tongue. Her forehead pressed against the soft pink hair, and the woman inside their sandwich groaned and writhed with pleasure.

The feeling of another woman massaging her ass, the feeling of her lips teasing and caressing someone else and the utter excitement of the situation made Lily want more. She wanted to touch them with her fingers.

She wanted to slip her hands between the two women and find the dark haired woman's tits.

She wanted this moment more than anything right now.

Suddenly, the pink haired woman moved her head, and revealed her mouth. Her lips were full and wet, a string a saliva roping down to the neck below.

Lily dared to lift her fingers to flesh, but this angered her, and she hissed like an animal, lunging forward with bestial force, pushing all three of them towards the door. 

Terrified, Lily stumbled backwards out in to the corridor, staring wild-eyed at the animal anger in those blue eyes. For a brief moment, the woman looked like a sharp toothed wild cat, and the door slammed shut.

Her ankle collapsed under her as she ran away -- horrified and overcome with fear. She bounced off of the walls as she stumbled around corners hurriedly, then ran head first in to someone. She felt backwards on to her ass, and the momentum sent her head flailing backwards, thumping on the floor behind.

Everything went black. 



Bitten Ch. 05



Chapter 5 - Burning

We made our way out onto the cathedral plaza and quickly moved along the path to one of the neighboring old world buildings that towered over the cathedral. It had originally been a hotel, temporary housing for people coming into the city from out of town. Now many of the vampires used them as their temporary homes when in Chicago. There were several such buildings along this block where now thousands of vampires scurried to the privacy of their rooms.

We quickly made our way up the many flights of stairs toward Damion's top floor suite. There is no electrical power left in Chicago so elevators are useless and each of the plush halls is lit by decorative candelabras. As always the first thing to catch my eye when the door to Damion's suite is opened is the the vast wall of windows overlooking the lake just beyond the plaza and the rising red rimmed moon. Damion guides his companions toward his bedroom with its oversized king bed as I walk to the windows staring at the moon. Lost in the view I do not hear Damion return but purr as I feel his arms snake around my waist.

"You won't join us will you." He stated more than asked as his whispered in my ear, the cool breath teasing the skin on my neck. I shook my head but leaned into his embrace relishing in his touch. He sighed expecting my answer but ever hopeful. He released me and I could not stop the soft whine that escaped my throat as he walked toward the package sitting on the bar. He glanced back at my complaint and saw the battle in my eyes for control. He returned with the package neatly wrapped in blue paper with a silver ribbon. The girls called for him from the bedroom growing restless and impatient. He smirked as he handed me the gift.

"Duty calls little one, but I promise I'll return and give you your release. Until then I brought you something to keep you entertained." He kissed my head and retreated to the bedroom and his restless companions. He kindly shut the door leaving me in the darkness of the living room lit only by the full moon outside the window.

I stared after him for a few moments almost wishing I'd accepted his invitation to join them but in the end turned my attention to my gift. I knew what it was before I'd even tugged on the silver ribbon. He brought me the same thing every year since that ill fated evening of my botched ceremony 10 years ago. Each year he'd given me a bottle of vampiric blood to help take the edge off the frenzy that is the blood moon. His way of letting me know it was safe here, that he would harbor me and protect my reputation without me having to give myself again. The bottle of blood still cool from its journey here in an ice box had a plain black label on it. On the label scribed in his beautiful slanting handwriting was Libidine Sanguinius Aeternus Eternus. "Bloodlust Everlasting" No name, no date. THIS was part of his private collection.

I stood by the windows watching the waves rolling lazily onto the lakeshore less than a block away as I sipped on his precious gift. Each sip of blood at least temporarily cooling the fire beneath my skin. At this rate I wasn't sure I'd survive the night. The moon had barely risen above the trees and the fire of the moon was driving me mad with need, my instincts telling me to feed and breed. Damion's gift would satiate the need for blood but would do nothing for my physical need for sex. It's why I loathed the blood moon as much as I do. Its draw made me crave the last thing on earth I really wanted.

Hours passed as I waited for Damion's return, longing for his touch again. I sighed with relief when I heard his footsteps behind me and the warmth of his arms as they wrapped around my waist again pulling me against his now naked form. I stiffened in his arms as i felt his still hard cock nestled against my back.

"Shhhh.. Still your fears little one, it may be the blood moon but the last nine years should have proved I won't use it on you." he whispered in my ear as his hands ran down my stomach and over my thighs as he tried to soothe me. "Though should you ever change your mind all you have to do is ask." The slightest of touches set the blaze in my skin anew. Physically I wanted him with every fiber of my being. I wasn't sure which was worse anymore. The pain i feared or being consumed by the growing fire beneath my skin. How did I survive this last year... or the year before that?

He tugged at my shirt and before I could hesitate he had it over my head and onto the floor. He quieted my protest with a nip to my shoulder that sent waves of pleasure through my need wracked body. My skirt soon joined my shirt on the floor. 

The thin black lace of my undergarments the only thing covering my pale skin in the moonlight as he let his hands roam up to my breasts trapped behind the fabric of my bra. He kneaded them with his warm hands and it was not long before he discarded my bra so that he could play with my hardened nipples. I was writhing in his arms, my skin hot beneath his fingers. He slowly ran his hand down my stomach, hoping I was too lost in the sensations from the nipple still being rolled between his fingers to notice its descent. No such luck. I went rigid in his arms and my hands wrapped around his wrist as his hand slipped beneath the lace of my thong.

"Damion!" I begged now trembling in a confusing mix of need and fear my breath catching in my throat.

"Lina you're burning. Look at your eyes in the window and you'll see its true." I turned to look at myself only to see the dark hungry eyes of the vampire staring back at me. "You've denied your instincts too long Lina. I would hate to have some shmuck take advantage of your situation and cause you great pain. I know what happened to you. I know the scarring caused by the wolf's seed. I've guarded you all these years. Every year I've done things to take the edge off of the moon's draw and not once have I mounted you despite my desire to do so. Don't you trust me?" He turned me to face him, real hurt showing in his eyes at my unintended mistrust. I lowered my head ashamed that I'd hurt him.

"Of course I trust you Damion. It's just," I looked up into his eyes trying to show the sincerity of my words. " I'm afraid." I reach for him as he tries to pull away from me. "I'm afraid this fire will consume me. That I'll burn alive if I don't satisfy its need." He stopped trying to pull away and returned to holding me as I laid every rampant fear out before him.

"The fire rages more than it ever has. I'm terrified of what might have to happen to feed the hunger I feel inside. The worst part of it is that I can't decide which will hurt the most. Giving it what it wants or denying it again."

" Give your body over to me Lina. I ask that you give me your full trust. I'll keep to my word. No matter how much I want to I will not take you. But PLEASE let me ease your pain." I looked into his deep pleading eyes and nodded my surrender. He turned me to face the windows again knowing I found comfort in watching the waves and staring at the moon. He ran his hands down my stomach slipping his fingers under the black lace as he smoothly pushed my last article of clothing down my thighs. I trembled against him overly aware of our nakedness and the rigidity of his cock against my spine but said nothing.

His nails ran along the tops of my thighs as they made their way back up, returning one to my waist the other continued upward to my neck. It trailed over my throat, along my jaw and along the edge of my earlobe setting the fire in my skin ablaze in its wake. He then tangled his fingers into my hair to gently pull my head back and to the side baring my throat to him. The bite was so tender it felt more like a kiss than a bite as his fangs pierced my neck. He gently suckled on the blood that flowed from the neat wound each draw sending a wave of pleasure through my body but he'd been right. A bite was no longer enough to feed my desires. As soon as he removed his fangs the small wound healed leaving a single drop of crimson blood on my neck which he promptly removed with his tongue. He guided me to the center of the room and smoothly fastened the leather bands around my wrists. In a single motion he lifted my hands over my head and clipped my restraints into the clip hanging from the ceiling leaving me dangling on my tiptoes silhouetted by the moon. He started at my collar bone nipping and kissing a trail toward my right breast and its hardened nipple and I was quickly writhing beneath his lips falling under the moon's sway. He licked and nipped at my nipple, rolling it between his teeth softly and I thought I was going to crawl right out of my skin as the pleasure radiated out from my nipple, down my spine straight to my heated core. After a long torturously pleasurable moment he nibbled his way to my other breast replacing his teeth with his fingers on the nipple he'd just left behind. He made sure to give my left nipple the same treatment the right had received before continuing his trek downward.

His head nestled between my trembling thighs he flicked his tongue out and brushed it over my clit. He was rewarded by a hungry moan. He repeated the motion and was pleased when he got yet another moan. He proceeded to shower my clit with flicks, kisses, and little nibbles earning a near constant moan as my hungry body raced toward its first much needed climax. He allowed his hands to roam. Sometimes they stopped to pinch my clit, other times they would trace lines on the pale skin of my thighs and buttocks. Each sensation stronger than the next as I climbed higher and higher. It wasn't until he drew my clit into his mouth and bit down strategically with his fangs on either side of it into the soft flesh surrounding my clit that I shattered into ecstasy. I cried out as the orgasm rocked my body every fiber blazed with the pleasure of it and I didn't care if I ever came down. But it soon subsided leaving the fire within my skin cooled but not extinguished.

I needed more but refused to admit it. Even had he not fed from my blood he'd been able to read me like a book but he took his time, coming up to stand behind me, cradling me in his arms as he debated the best way to give me what i needed while keeping with what I wanted. A royal challenge considering they were about as far along the spectrum as they could get from each other and with the moon approaching its peak in the sky he knew soon I wouldn't be able to resist its call no matter how much I wanted to.

This was predicted to be one of the worst blood moons in decades. Events leading up to it signaled a stronger than usual draw. We all knew that many 'sensible' vampires would be lost to the moons call. In the weeks leading up to tonight I had worried about what it would be like but refused to accept that I might be one of those vampires who'd break. When I started to feel the moon's call yesterday my mood had soured significantly as my fears of the coming days worsened. I'd confided in Damion but he said he was prepared, that he could handle it.

Apparently Damion had anticipated it better than I, I thought to myself as I watched the moon climb and dreaded the tide within me I could feel rising with it. Reading my thoughts Damion pulled me tighter against his warm body. "I'll protect you, even from yourself Lina." he whispered against my neck.

He'd seen it hundreds of times before, the darkening of the eyes as the animal kept suppressed by our humanity takes rise during the moon. And for most its a happy surrender, almost an awakening to one's true self but he knew for me it was different. The interruption of my ceremony meaning I'd never been able to reach the ecstasy that the blood moon brings. Somehow it meant I didn't have the ability to ride the wave of power that comes with the shift and was instead burned by it. He'd been the one who found me when I returned to the cathedral the night of the ceremony and had watched as the fire within my soul burned for the next two days driven mad by the moon. It was only after the moon's reign had subsided that I'd been stable enough to treat. Even then it had taken a lot of blood to cleanse my wounds of the werewolf's venom. I had fought the moon's call the last nine years and with his tender heart and meticulous touch we'd been able to keep the fire at bay. He had used many methods to bring me pleasure without penetration over the years. And even now as I feared the coming night and the battle with the moon I knew I'd relish the kiss of the crop and the bite of the single tail that sat coiled on the couch nearby.

He could feel the heat rising in my body as my resistance to the call of the moon began to fail. His fingers returned to my clit but as I gave way to the moon completely it they did nothing but fuel the fire. I felt the cool of the metal on my superheated hood before I felt the rounded teeth of the clip as he attached the delicate silver chain to my clit. It's stinging bite creates an ache that races straight to my core causing me to drip with need.

Soon I was practically begging for more unsure how to get it. He let his fingers stray further south dancing around my vaginal opening teasing as he gave a slight tug on the chain. I tried to focus on his ministrations as I felt myself losing my last little grip on control and I clawed at my restraints in panic, not wanting to leave this place of pleasure for the fire of the moon. "Ple..Please save me," I begged as the fire flared in my chest and quickly burned its way up my spine toward my brain. It was far too late and Damion knew it.

"Let go Lina, give into it, I've got you, I promise" He said to me trying to soothe my panic knowing he could not pull me back from the moons sway and that in a matter of moments I wouldn't care about anything but fulfilling the hunger within. He let his fingers slowly circle my vaginal opening teasing me, knowing that it soon wouldn't be enough but for now it kept me mewling beneath him as I awoke to the need within me. It was like I was starving and the only thing I craved was to be pinned beneath the man toying with my lips.

I was so desperate for release I was near tears and he could see it in my eyes. He retreated from me and I whined, concerned he wouldn't return and I'd be left to suffer this need. My worry was unnecessary as the crop whistled through the air and landed sharply on my ass. I cried out at the stinging heat caused by the impact but it had the intended effect as my body shivered in pleasure.

He repeated the strike on my other cheek and my shivering increased as the pain sent pleasure straight to my core. He repeated the blows faster than I could count till my ass was bright red and as hot as my dripping pussy. As much as I loved the glorious sting I wanted more and he knew it. He finally gave in, languidly licking his little finger before returning it to my hole, pressing in a hairs breath with the pad of his finger. When he sensed no resistance from me he licked his finger and pressed in again, sliding the digit in about an inch. My mind soared. The intruding stretch of the digit felt glorious as the hunger raged within me and I was pleased when he started to slowly stir the finger opening me up. Each miniscule movement driving the finger slowly deeper sent ripple after ripple of pleasure through my aching body. But this wasn't nearly what i wanted. I wanted his cock within me NOW.

He withdrew his pinky and replaced it with his ring finger after he'd thoroughly slicked it with his tongue. Sliding this thicker digit in about two inches caused me to mewl in pleasure and writhe against him. He again stirred my depths with this finger slowly digging further inward as my body accepted him in. Just as he reached the base of his finger I felt a slight stinging sensation near the tip of his finger as he stirred my walls but the slight discomfort was worth the pleasure the rest of his finger was producing so I did not complain as he continued to stir his finger within me.

As the level of pleasure plateaued I started rocking my hips trying to fuck myself with his finger pleading for more even as each thrust sparked the discomfort again. He understood my need and stepped up to his middle finger sliding it in slowly but fully in a single movement. And I shuddered around him in pleasure until the the last two inches in which the discomfort I'd felt before flared again this time with a vengeance. I groaned this wasn't a good pain. His eyes sparkled in recognition at my complaint. He knew it hurt. He slowly removed his finger and then reinserted it agonizingly slow. The moan of ecstasy as it slid in cut short by the groan as the last few inches caused the discomfort again. He'd found my threshold.

Unaware as to what was causing the discomfort under the draw of the moon I was frustrated by it as it interrupted my pleasure. He started moving his finger in and out of my pussy faster and faster but in shallower strokes not quite reaching the point of the discomfort and soon i was building toward a climax, or so I thought. The sensations he was able to provide with just the one finger was not enough for the raging hunger within my core and while I dangled so close to the precipice I could not quite reach it and soon I was growling in frustration. "Stop teasing me with your fingers and fuck me!" i pleaded. "No". he said in a near growl as he continued to stroke his finger with in me, pushing just a hair into the discomfort zone to see if its enough to push me over the edge.

I growl in aggravation at his denial. " Why Not."

"Because you don't really want that." he retorts as his eyes darken, trying to deny me, his own desires and the call of the moon.

"Yes I do!" I beg desperate for the sensation I'm craving and the release that is just out of reach, not realizing that the two are mutually exclusive.

" I will hurt you." he rebuttals.

" I don't care." I challenge frustrated.

He grabs my face and forces me to look at him. "But I do care!" He shoves me away, disgusted at the blood red glow around the black of my irises, none of my normal icy blue left. I growl and a rage wells up inside me. How dare he deny me my release. I try to break free of my restraints. Unsuccessful i start to hiss and bite at him trying to make him either fuck me or let me go so I can find someone who will. While he does not lose control over the moons call his temper snaps at my attempt at freedom. He tugs sharply on my restraints and I soon find myself pinned on my back against the floor. My legs spread wide by his thighs my arms pinned above my head by one of his hands. He licks the fingers of his free hand and trails them down my stomach to my exposed pussy. He lands a sharp slap to my clit that causes me to moan and hunger to boil in my loins. He smoothly and quickly slides one finger within me again, stirring my depths, working my walls to make entry easier. I am soon writhing in pleasure again smoothly brought back to the place dangling just out of reach of climax. He removes his finger and brings it back to his mouth licking it and the others before dropping the slickened digits back between my spread thighs.

"Is this what you want?" he roughly slides two fingers to the hilt. The difference in the discomfort caused by the stretch is substantial and I'm groaning even before his fingers reach the threshold of discomfort from before. "You don't care that it hurts?" he slides the two fingers completely out and then slides them back in swiftly and smoothly generating another groan but he has yet to reach real pain and my need driven mind justifies a little bit of discomfort.

"No, I don't care, I just want release," I plead foolishly. "Then I guess I need to warm you up huh?" he says letting me think I'm finally getting what I want but he knows I'm fast approaching the point where discomfort turns swiftly into agony when the areas damaged by the werewolfs knot and seed get stretched. Right now his fingers are barely touching those areas and its already causing me pain. He just hopes it's enough to break the call of the moon.




Bitten Ch. 05



He begins to slide the two fingers in and out rapidly letting them bottom out each time. As the pleasure builds so does the discomfort as the area that seems to be sensitive gets repeatedly hit. I dangle dangerously close to climax even as the pain builds and I know that I must have the heat of his cock..now. I open my mouth to ask again but he cuts me off by smoothly and silently adding a third finger. I whimper the pain becoming very real now as the stretch is increased significantly. As soon as the three fingers reach the edge of the scarring he pauses, as I shift trying to ease the discomfort not knowing that its about to get much worse.

"Sure you still want me to fuck you?" he asks a knowing grin on his face. "My cock is just a little bit wider than this and a little over twice as long. " for emphasis he slides all three fingers out completely and slides them in as a bundle just like his cock would be and slides them cleanly home nestling the tips deep within the scarred walls where he moves his fingers about 'petting' the sensitive tissue.

I cry out at the rough intrusion and whimper. As he wiggles his fingers the painful sensation sears straight to my brain. Almost instantly the darkness drains from my eyes as the pain is finally enough to break through the cloud of the blood haze. Just as quickly the the whimper turns to a howl as the very unwelcome internal pain assaults my unclouded senses. Damion instantly removes his fingers and releases me from his grip waiting for my awareness to catch up with my senses. I am disoriented for a few minutes longer before I am able to focus on things around me and think somewhat coherently. I stared at him for a moment trying to remember how we got on the floor and why I ached between my legs when his soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Sorry little one, but if you'll excuse me for awhile I need to go screw something and unless you plan on volunteering now that you're sober, I'll retreat to my bedroom for a bit. I'll happily answer your questions as soon as I'm not worried about bending you over the couch and fucking you senseless." I watched him retreat as I tried sorting through the random thoughts that I wasn't sure were real, or if they were current manifestations of my desires. I felt overheated, like I'd been in a bath of scalding water. My muscles ached, my core felt bruised but painfully empty. I was never more relieved when I saw the sun rise over the lake and i felt my senses calm slightly.



Bitten Ch. 06



Sorry this took so long to post. I had posted it a week after the last chapter but didn't realize it hadn't gotten posted due to spelling errors. That's what happens when I rush to get something out for you guys. 

Chapter 6 - We Were Right

Damion strode swiftly into the plush suite that made his look like a dump. The carpet beneath his bare feet must be four inches thick. The man sitting on the couch before him barely looked up from the woman on her knees between his thighs as Damion entered the room. 

"What's gotten you in such a tizzy that you would leave your beautiful playmates alone in your bed my friend? I saw the girls you had at your side last night at the ceremony. Quite a find."

"We were right Mael," Damion starts pacing the floor in his agitation. " It's not just an unfounded fear she has, it's not an unwillingness to accept the change."

Damion stops pacing as if he's finally noticed the girl between Mael's legs. "Damn it Mael I watched her burn last night!" Mael finally gestured for his girl to stop and with a soft whine she left the two men alone. 

"Tell me what happened Damion, let's see if we can find a way to help your little pet." Mael gestures toward a nearby chair as he tucks his painfully erect cock back into his pants.

Damion quickly rehashed the previous night in vivid detail as he sat in the chair with his head in his hands. "I should have gone to her sooner, maybe I could have stopped it like in the past. But I had to be sure of my own control. " 

"No, you did the right thing, " Mael thought carefully for a moment before continuing. "I think I know what is happening but I want to see to make sure. If I am right, she's not going to like what's coming but she's going to have to do something or tonight might just kill her."

They both rose and quickly returned to Damion's suite finding me exactly where he'd left me, sitting by the window staring out at the lakeshore. I didn't bother to move when they approached me. "Lina this is Mael, he's here to see if he can figure out what's happening okay?" Damion said as he knelt beside me gently taking my hand. When I turned to look at him my eyes must have already begun to darken because he recoiled slightly. It was hardly one o'clock.

Mael studied me carefully, pointing out the pale translucency of my ski and the hollowness of my "darkening wild eyes." and the faint halo of red fire around my irises. He pulled Damion aside.

"It's as we feared, she has no defense mechanism to protect her from the moon's draw. Our power must be transferred during the claiming. It's one of the reasons women who do not come to us intact are killed. Even though Lina came to us innocent because of her situation she did not reach climax when she was taken. It's why she suffered under that moon. We waited to see what would happen and when the burning slowed with the fading of the moon we thought she was going to make it. What you've told me about last night and what I see now I don't think that's going to happen. We must keep her from losing control again. Once they are lost to the moon they tend to not come back. We've been lucky so far but I'd rather not test that luck.

"How do I do that?" Damion asked worried he already knew the answer.

"Give the moon what it wants." Mael said as he started to leave in a hurry to get back to his partner.

"I can't do that! Not without hurting her." He protested.

"Then hurt her." With that Mael made his exit.

Damion stood there for a long time as if trying to decide what to do warring with himself. He walked to me and reached out for my hand.

"Lina come with me, I want to try something"

I let him guide me to his bedroom. The girls from last night lay seductively on the bed but with one glance from him they quickly got up and vacated the room. He stopped at the foot of the king bed and unbuttoned his dress shirt I'd wrapped around my form this morning. I didn't resist as he slid it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor or when he guided me onto the bed. His gentle hands roamed my body and it didn't take long before I was writhing as he worked my skin. 

He dipped his head between my thighs and with a smooth movement he parted my pussy lips with his tongue which he quickly delved into my aching hole. I nearly crawled out of my skin at the sensation as it sent wave after wave of pleasure up my spine. The combination of his tongue and the finger he mercilessly rubbed back and forth of my clit soon had me cumming as I cried out his name but he didn't stop. 

He slid his tongue up to my clit and brought his hand down to my pussy gently circling the entrance with his fingers slicking them with my juices and driving me wild. He kept this circling up gently massaging, teasing, while he suckled and nibbled on my clit. He waited till I was cumming again to change things up. He took advantage of my orgasm and slid his middle finger into me slowly. The added sensation and stretch renewed my orgasm as I clawed at the bed. 

He stayed there, unmoving waiting for the orgasm to subside with a finger buried deep within my clenching walls. When I finally came back down he smiled at me triumphantly as he slowly started moving his finger in and out slowly, careful not to apply too much pressure the damaged areas to avoid causing me the pain he took advantage of last night. This slow rhythm felt fantastic, stimulating but not enough to build me toward orgasm. He was just playing with my body and loved the little moan of pleasure each movement caused. 

He played like that for what seemed like hours before he carefully added a second finger. The stretch was a significant change but he kept the strokes relatively shallow wanting to work and stretch my body without triggering the pain that caused me to shut down. I looked down at him as I adjusted to this new feeling. With my blood still in his system he could still read my thoughts clearly. What are you doing?

He smiled in reaction to my unspoken question. "Just enjoy it, little one." He continued this slow pleasurable torture waiting for me to relax around his fingers again. When I finally relaxed to his liking he started to add the third finger which caused me to tense in his arms the stretch uncomfortable even without the depth.

"Damion..." I groaned as he continued his slow progress inwards with his third finger. "Why are you doing this? You know I can't...." He cut my words off as he paused his fingers, quickly leaned up and kissed me. 

"I'm trying not to hurt you" he said breaking the kiss as he started pushing his fingers into me again. " Last night when you were lost to the moon the only thing that would have satisfied you was my cock buried in your depths. I'm trying to give you that without hurting you. Trying to give you enough time to relax."

"Damion we tried that before, years ago. It didn't work. Please don't make me go through that again."

He looked out the window at the slowly setting sun knowing that once the moon rose he'd be out of time. "I'm sorry Lina, I have to, I can't stand to watch you burn again and not know if you're going to come back." I only nodded giving him the consent he wanted despite my growing discomfort and fear.

Finally buried to the hilt he started stirring his three fingers in a slowly expanding circular motion, using his fingers to stretch the scarred tissues of my walls. In the beginning the sensation was nothing but unpleasant as the damaged tissue was forced to shift and stretch. Soon though even the uncomfortable pressure started sending little ripples of pleasure through my body. 

When I started to moan he started sliding his fingers in and out slowly, trying to help me adjust to the friction that soon would be his cock. He started picking up the pace, letting the pleasure build, hoping to drive me to another orgasm before the sun set fully. It didn't take long before I was climbing rapidly toward climax as I clawed at his arms, his fingers driving in and out of me rhythmically but not roughly. I climaxed as the last few rays of the dying sun sparkled against the wall. Damion watched as my pink walls clenched repeatedly around his fingers as he wondered what it would be like to watch Lina cum around his wrist. He shook the image out of his head. That would have to wait.

As I came down from my climax we both felt the rising tide of the moon. We were out of time. He withdrew his fingers and crawled up my body, nestling his hips between my thighs, pushing my legs further apart. I closed my eyes and turned my head, determined to not let him see how much I didn't want this and struggled to suppress the fear that raced through me as I felt the head of his cock nudge my opening. I knew he'd be gentle, it didn't matter, nothing could undo the damage, nothing could take away the pain I knew I'd feel.

"Lina, look at me. I know you're afraid, I can smell it."

I reluctantly turned to look at him as I felt the heat rising within me as the moon started to break over the horizon. He must have seen the change in my eyes because he shifted his weight forward. The head of his cock stretched my opening more than his fingers had but the discomfort wasn't unbearable and I moaned but kept my eyes locked on his. He continued forward until he felt the head of his cock brush against the ridge of scar tissue, I winced. 

"Damion, I don't know if I can do this." I whispered as I looked between us seeing that over half his cock remained outside waiting for entry.

"Please try" he pleaded as he started moving forward again, pushing past the scar tissue further into my depths. 

I looked back into his eyes and saw that they too were darkening as the moon rose. I wondered if he would have the strength to keep control or if by letting him do this I was signing up for more than I bargained for. I groaned as each inch became increasingly more painful, the scarring around my cervix being forced to stretch to accommodate his length and girth. Just when I thought I couldn't handle another quarter of an inch I felt his hips touch mine. He stayed there still, trying to give me time to adjust. I shifted beneath him trying to find a position that lessened the pressure. Nothing worked.

He started to retreat and there was a mix of relief and misery. As his cock retreated sore tissues were allowed to relax, the friction on the other hand sent wave after wave of sensation that should have been pleasurable up my spine. It felt like lightning instead. When just his cockhead remained inside me he pushed forward again, this time a little faster. I whimpered beneath him as he butted home against my cervix. He repeated this motion several more times increasing the pace of each entry till he was fucking me at a moderate pace. Each downward thrust caused a whimper to escape my throat. The pain built until I was in tears. Each time he thrust inward the head of his cock would strike the tightly stretched scars. 

He saw my tears and I could see his resolve breaking. He didn't want to cause me this pain either. "Let's try something." He shifted so that he laid with me coiled beneath him, his neck bared to me. "Bite me Lina, see if you can feel what I feel." 

I didn't hesitate. Anything had to be better than this right? I bit into his shoulder and was flooded by hundreds of sensations. I could feel the call of the moon in him but it wasn't the uncomfortable burn I felt it was more like a runner's high. He started to carefully move within me again and through his blood I felt the aching pleasure of being wrapped tightly within the warm glove of my pussy. I still felt my own pain but as I was able to focus on the sensations he felt, I was able to relax and enjoy this more. As he felt my body relax beneath him he took it to mean that the blood trick was working. He went back to his moderate pace of fucking me, sliding almost all the way out and then carefully back in, making sure he angled himself so that he didn't hit my delicate cervix. 

It wasn't long till I could feel his own climax building and that I myself had one building with it the pleasure of his sensations and the friction of his cock within my walls overriding the pain. His orgasm triggered my own and we both cried out our release to the moon. He pulled out of me before my orgasm ended, not wanting to cause any further pain. I released the bite and looked up at him both of us panting. 

He studied my face carefully. "How do you feel?" He asked.

"I'm okay, sore, but okay."

"And the fire?" He asked cautiously.

"I can feel it like I have in the past, but nothing like last night."

"Good" he turned and looked toward the living room and I sheepishly remembered we had company and felt suddenly shy.

"Oh.. um.. I guess they will be needing you're um.. services now." I looked out at the moon as I started for the end of the bed and my shirt.

"Yes I can imagine they will have grown quite restless," He grabbed my arm. "I want you to stay with us. You don't have to join in, but I want to be able to keep an eye on you in case the fire returns." I nodded, it wasn't worth arguing, besides he was right, the moon had a long way to go across the sky.

While he went and fetched the girls I sat down in the chair nearby stealing the blanket from the bed. As he walked back in with the girls I studied them more closely. They seemed to be younger than me, late teens early 20s. 

One was taller than the other by a good couple of inches. Tall females were rare I could see why Damion had been drawn to her. She had the standard feline beauty that vampires have. Soft curves, small but firm breasts, and long lean legs gave her an air of a ballerina's grace even standing still.

The other girl, closer to my height seemed to be the younger of the two. She still had that wide eyed doe look about her. She was fair complected, with green eyes, and blonde hair. What she lacked in height she made up for in curves. Her breasts we large and perky, and she had the wide sensual hips to support such a frame. As she walked passed me I noticed the small brand on her lower back. She was a breeder. 

I smiled to myself knowing that Damion was ever faithful to tradition and would ensure her pregnancy by filling her over and over again with his seed. The other girl bore no such brand. I watched as the three of them crawled onto the bed and Damion laid back, letting the girls feast of his body. The blonde beauty quickly drew his hardening cock into her mouth while the other girl crawled up and straddled his face begging to be eaten out.

I diverted my eyes as the fingers that had just been within me not a half hour ago now delved into the girl perched above him but I could not ignore the pleasured moans that escaped her throat. I turned to watch the little blonde bob her head up and down as she tried to take more and more of Damion's long cock into her mouth. I was a little pleased to know someone else struggled with his length as well when I heard her choke.

Soon Damion's sighs of pleasure joined the symphony of moans and slurping and I looked up to see he now had three fingers buried within the girl perched above him as he nibbled her clit. I knew he would soon bite her just as he'd done me many times before. It was one of his favorite places to feed from. 

"Natalie" he gasped as the girl choked on his cock again, her throat squeezing him tightly before she pulled him out so that she could breath. "Keep that up and I'm going to cum in that clenching throat of yours. Seems like such a waste don't you think?"  

The girl blushed sheepishly and nodded climbing up to straddle his now raging hard cock. She let out a high pitched moan as she lowered herself down onto his length that sent shivers down my spine. The girl perched above Damion's face soon joined in as he added another finger to her aching cunt and simultaneously bit down on her clit drawing blood. She climaxed instantly and by the rapid movements of the girl riding him I knew she was not far behind.

As the dark haired girl came down from her orgasm she climbed off Damion's face and moved down to play with the nipples of the girl riding him. Damion also turned his attention to the girl frantically riding his cock. He started matching her stroke for stroke slamming into her faster and faster. She soon cried out in ecstasy as she climaxed around him and not two seconds later he roared out his own climax.

I watched as they both tensed in pleasure as he filled her to the boiling point with his seed. When there was no room left the hot white fluid began to seep out of her around the stretched edges of her pussy. It wasn't till I shivered in my own orgasm that I realized I'd started playing with myself. My finger slowly toying with my clit as I'd watched.

Damion looked over at me with a smirk. "So Lina is a little deviant after all" he teased me. "Natalie, why don't you go show Lina how expertly you use that tongue of yours while I give Amelia here a turn with my cock?"

The girl eagerly nodded and climbed off of Damion practically running over to me eager to please. "I want you to make her cum with just your tongue, no fingers allowed. That's my job."

I glared at Damion but he just smiled as he turned his attention to the girl still in his bed. Natalie got right to work licking and sucking on my pussy and clit as I watched Damion push Amelia onto her hands and knees. Damion lined himself up and smoothly sunk into her ass them both moaning at the sensations. He started fucking her roughly and by the sounds she made she loved every second of it. 

Natalie's tongue danced over my heated skin and I could see why Damion liked her tongue. She certainly had a talent. She made figure eights dancing back and forth between my sensitive clit and my tender hole. I was still a bit sore from Damion's cock but my body was already healing and as she continued to tease me the discomfort started to subside and pleasure rippled through my core. I knew I would soon be cumming and cumming hard. I kept my eyes on Damion and Amelia as they both fucked like animals. Just as roughly as he was thrusting into her, she was forcing herself back onto him. Damion and I reached climax at the same time. He came violently into Amelia's ass while I coated Natalie's tongue with my juices.

Damion momentarily spent leaned back against the pillows as the two girls started to play with each other at the foot of the bed. "Come lay with me Lina?" he asked extending his hand toward me. I joined him on the bed and we watched the girls play for several hours while we just relaxed. At some point I fell asleep.

I woke with a start Damion perched above me a worried look on his face. It only took me a moment to realize the fire beneath my skin I'd felt in my dreams was real. While I had slept the moon's call had no longer been kept at bay. Damion could see it in my eyes. I was slipping, fast.

I cried out as he slipped his fingers within my tender walls trying to stretch me a little. I felt the fire rage deep within my core and I knew it wouldn't be long before I couldn't fight it. If the burning was going to stop we had to give the moon what it wanted. I shook my head. "Just do it Damion." I knew we were out of time.

He nodded as he removed his fingers and lowered himself between my legs. "I'm sorry" he whispered in my ear just before he thrust forward into me. The pain of his entry seared up my spine but the scream caught in my throat as I tried to remember how to breathe. Damion started moving in and out carefully trying to coax pleasure from my aching walls. 

"Lina, feed, share my pleasure. " he reminded me pulling my head to his neck. I bit smoothly and instantly I could feel the pleasure of being wrapped within my tight pussy. How the scarring created a band that squeezed his cock tighter as it slid in and out. I tried to focus on these sensations as Damion increased his speed. I was about to ask Damion to just let me burn when I felt the fire beneath my skin begin to cool. As Damion neared his climax I felt my body respond to the sensations he was sharing through his blood as well as my own. I felt his cock pulse as Damion came a second before I was flooded with the pleasure of it. It was too much for me to handle and I joined him in ecstasy. 




Bitten Ch. 06



Damion carefully retreated from my body just as the first rays of mornings light were starting to color the sky. He pulled me to him and cradled me as we watched the sun rise. We had done it. We'd survived the night. The worst was over. The moon's siren call would be waning. Tonight we would return home to our normal lives pretending for another year that we were human. I looked forward to the normalcy of it all. 



Bitten Ch. 07



Chapter 7 - Home 

I sighed with relief as the plane landed on the rooftop of my tower thankful to be home. Damion rose beside me and proceeded to gather my things. He had insisted on seeing me home. After a short argument I'd agreed. Yes my body was quite sore but its not like I was fragile or anything. As we walked by the door to Sarah's apartment I saw that she was already home and had turned on the lights in my apartment as well. I unlocked the door and allowed Damion to enter so he could put down my things. He left the bottle of blood on the counter as a reminder to drink plenty so I could 'heal.' 

"I'll call you in a few days to make sure you're alright." Damion said as he paused at the door and pointed at the bottle on the counter. "Make sure you rebuild your strength, I'm proud of you." 

"Damion, I'm fine." I said as I gave him one final hug. 

After locking the door behind him I turned to head for a much needed shower when I saw Sarah standing in the doorway between our apartments. "Looks like someone spent the holiday with some FINE company." she teased as she came over to give me a hug. 

I hugged her back then started heading for the shower again. "How was your trip Sarah? Did you have lots of fun playing fetch?" I teased trying to keep the mood light. 

"Oh yes, and chasing our tails. I'll tell you all about it when you get back from your shower. Hurry up, I want to hear about your weekend too." 

I stayed in the shower long after I was clean just letting the scalding hot water run over my tired muscles. I knew Sarah would want every juicy detail. She wasn't going to get it. I eventually emerged to find Sarah waiting in her usual chair by the window waiting for me to take mine. I snagged the bottle of blood from the counter and took my seat launching a preemptive strike to keep Sarah from pouncing me with questions. "So tell me about your weekend Sarah?" 

Over the next few hours I got to hear all about Sarah's weekend. The women she'd fucked, the animals she'd hunted. I tuned her out mostly as I sipped the blood directly from the bottle. I managed to nod and mhmm at all the right moments as my mind wandered back over the last two days and the years past. Sarah would never believe half of what Damion and I had done over the last ten years. She considered me a "prude." I liked keeping it that way.

Eventually Sarah turned her attention to my weekend and what I'd done. She asked if I'd joined in any orgies to which I laughed and responded "you know I don't do that sort of thing!" She believed me and I smiled to myself. I skirted most of her questions carefully letting Sarah know that the two girls that came with Damion kept him more than busy. "But he saw YOU home!" she prodded trying to get more information out of me. "Sarah, Damion and I have been friends for a long time. Is it so wrong that he would see me home after a holiday?" 

"No, its not wrong... its ROMANTIC!" 

I just laughed her off but her comment got me thinking. The friendship Damion and I had was unique. I wouldn't call it love but we both genuinely cared about each other. But I hadn't lied to Sarah when I said his position in vampire society as one of the main sires meant that we could never officially be a couple. That didn't mean I hadn't come home from the blood moon a time or two wishing we could be. 

"He has hundreds of women Sarah, I doubt he'd ever settle for me. I'm just the trusty old sidekick." The resentment in my voice cut her rebuttal short. She studied me for a moment, carefully. "I'm sorry Lina, I didn't know." 

I shrugged as I rose out of my chair and put the half empty bottle of blood in the fridge. "Eh, its alright. It is what it is." I retreated to my room to try and get some sleep. I had to return to normal life and a normal job tomorrow morning. 

The next week went by smoothly. Damion had stopped by and much to Sarah's disappointment there were no sexual or romantic activities involved. 

Don't get me wrong I had thought long and hard about what had happened in Chicago. By sharing blood during intercourse Damion had been able to at least somewhat override my pain with his own pleasure. It certainly helped but it wasn't enough to put sex on the top of the to do list.

But there was something more. For the first time in the 10 years since my ritual I was jealous of the girls Damion shared the blood moon with. I had watched the pleasure they felt, the mutual animalistic release they shared with Damion. Even as I swallowed another 'dose' of vampire blood hoping it would start to unwind the knot of sore and swollen tissue that is my core I wanted to be those girls, I wanted to feel the moon's power the way I'd seen through Damion's blood. It wasn't fair. For the first time I'd felt the thrill the moon offered them, the exotic high it provided them. Now that I knew what sensations lie just out of reach my own response to the moon seemed that much worse. 

Even as life settled back into its old routine I couldn't get over my sour mood and it was driving Sarah crazy. She was convinced I was pining over my vacation and my non existent sex life. She was only half right. The more I'd thought about it the more I hated my situation. Why was I so different from everyone else? I was determined to find out so I went back to my childhood and the lesson's I'd had about the blood moon. But those teachings only brushed the surface. I had to know more. I brought home tomes and old scrolls trying to find somewhere in all our histories that would give me insight into what really happened during the blood moon. How the power transfer took place. If the power came from our partner I should have received it any of the times I'd laid with Damion. If the blood moon was the key, why had I not recovered after the first moon? But the more I looked the more questions I had. Over time they all slowly boiled down into one sinking question that chilled me to the bone. What if by mating with a wolf instead of one of my own species I had somehow given up my power? If so, did that mean Sarah had it? 

After months of research and more questions than answers I invited Damion over for dinner and to discuss my theories. Sarah was more than a little thrilled when she realized I was having Damion over. She liked that I was taking initiative. I giggled. If only she knew. 

I felt a sense of relief when I heard the knock on my door. His smile took my breath away as I opened the door. He presented me with another bottle of blood. 

"You spoil me too much " I teased as I accepted it quickly grabbed two glasses and lead him to the table where I poured us both a glass and gestured he take the seat across from mine. I gave him a quick kiss and then went to the kitchen to finish up dinner. 

The skillet sizzled furiously as I quickly added the two steaks. While they cooked I pulled our side dishes from the oven. I flipped the steaks and then swiftly plated up the stuffed mushrooms and au-gratin potatoes. I then carefully added the perfectly rare steaks to the plates and put the still sizzling skillet in the sink. I returned to the table with our simple but tasty meal and we talked casually as we ate and sipped on the blood he'd brought. 

Eventually our conversation turned to my research. He shared Mael's theories as well as his own knowledge. We know the transfer of power comes during the combined first orgasm and claiming bite. Neither of which I received that fateful first blood moon. That the power gives us the ability to remain sentient during the blood moon. And that so far I am the only person to have burned fully and come back sane. Most don't recover at all. Yay me? Somehow I didn't feel lucky. 

We also discussed some of the old rituals I'd found. Performed in the early days they were used to share a vampires power with a human consort temporarily. Sparked by the blood share of Damion's pleasure during sex I wondered if such rituals could be used to release my own power. Damion was intrigued by this idea. 

After Dinner we retreated to my favorite spot by the windows and continued to talk over the "blood-wine" at some point fueled by the blood I confessed my jealousy to him and how I'd felt after Sarah's "Romantic" comment.

Damion sat quiet for quite a while just staring at me toying with his lip with his finger, as if unsure what to think. When he finally moved, he quickly rose, headed for the door, but then turned back to face me as if trying to say something. After a long pause he finally spoke. "Lina, I...we can't." With that he left. 

My heart sank. As quickly as the night had started, it had ended. I was unwanted. I downed the rest of the bottle of blood as quickly as I could in hopes of sleep and headed for the shower. My tears keeping time with the falling water as I slipped from consciousness, the blood having its desired effect. 



Bitten Ch. 08



Chapter 8 - Revelation 

When I arrived home from work the following day I found Damion waiting by my door. Without a word I unlocked the door and held it open for him still silent. If he'd made the effort to come here I could at least hear him out. 

I moved about the apartment, putting down my things, clearing the table still untouched from last night and finally changing out of my business clothes into something more casual. All the while Damion watched me fume from the chair he'd vacated last night. I eventually settled into my chair across from him and waited for him to speak. 

"Lina, last night you caught me completely off guard." He started, "I knew our relationship was different, special... But I didn't know that you felt that way... About any of it. I didn't know the others bothered you. I thought it took some of the pressure and guilt off of you. And after that night at my apartment while you were in school.. You were so broken, so hurt that I didn't think you wanted a relationship at all." 

"So what have I been the last ten and a half years? Some puppet on a string? Some play toy? A stray you took pity on? Or worse, some sick trophy or feather on your cap? 'The Girl claimed by a wolf?!' Is that really all I.." 

He cut me off with a kiss. When my arguments died he broke it slowly. "Lina, I love you. I always have. From the moment you stumbled back into the cathedral I cared about you. I fell in love with you when you opened your eyes after the blood moon and even as broken as your body was you tried to attack me." 

He laughed and released my face letting me sink back into my chair. 

"But what about last night?" I asked still wary. "What about we can't?" 

"I was harsher than I should have been I was in such a state of shock. But you know as well as I do that our society would not enable us to have a true mating. We could be married yes, but I would still have to perform my role as sire...and your condition voided your role a decade ago." 

"I could handle the others, I know its your birthright Damion. I'd never make you give that up. Hell we know intimacy isn't really my forte. But I want to be more than your 'defective pet you keep around for pity sake'," I said softly, my head dropping as I used the description I'd heard used hundreds of times. 

"Then lets work on fixing you so that I can show you all the joys of the blood moon," he said with his mischievous grin. We sat up the whole night making plans on how to save me from the next blood moon. Damion came over far more often as we prepared for the coming holiday. Much to Sarah's disappointment nothing 'fun' ever happened between us though she admitted she was happy I was spending more time with a man, even if I was still being a 'prude.' 

We had even discussed Sarah and her affinity for all things sexual and Damion had even suggested I take advantage of her experiences. I teased him that he just liked the idea of me with another woman. It was fun to watch him blush and grin on that one. But I agreed that if the opportunity ever presented itself where it wasn't a 'party' I'd give it a shot. 

A week before the blood moon Sarah came to me a sheepish look on her face. I could tell she was edgy, nervous. "Lina, can I ask you something?" She blushed scarlet. I smirked, it had to be good to get her this flustered. "Of course", I replied trying to hide my wicked grin. 

"You know I like you right?" 

"Yes" I replied watching her squirm in embarrassment. "I doubt you would have put up with me and my prudish ways this long if you didn't." I giggled. 

She squirmed a moment more before blurting out; "Would you, have sex with me?" She paused, "no group thing, promise, just you and me..." 

I looked at her for a moment, I could tell she had worked herself up into a tizzy trying to get up the nerves to ask me this "big question." I had to think carefully how to respond. "Sarah, I'd love to sleep with you but you know I don't really do the sex thing like normal people right?" 

"You just haven't tried it for real, its not always like that time in the subway. I wasn't in my right mind. I can be tender... I'll even keep the wolf away if that's what you want." 

She was practically begging, I felt guilty. "Okay Sarah, we can play, but no wolfie bits allowed anywhere near mine. Deal?" 

"Deal!" She nearly jumped up and down in excitement. 

I let her lead me toward her bedroom and even blushed myself as she started removing my clothes letting her red lips wrap around one of my nipples. The moan that escaped my throat was soft but it was the encouragement she needed. As my jeans slipped over my curving hips she toppled us onto the bed. She slowly kissed and licked her way down my torso, tickling my belly button with her tongue before heading between my thighs to my heated core. 

She licked my inner thighs and around my labia but avoided my heated center and my sensitive clit till I was practically begging for contact. She smirked and finally gave me what I was begging for but not how i expected it. She shifted forms just enough for her tongue to widen and become a little rougher and licked me from my opening to just above my clit making sure every millimeter of sensitive skin was stroked by her wolfish tongue. I nearly crawled out of my skin. She repeated the movement a few more times, relishing in my hypersensitivity and guttural moans of pleasure. She started to swirl her thumb over my clit while continuing to lap at my pussy with her wide tongue and it wasn't long till I was clinging to the edge of climax. 

"Cum for me my little vampire" she coaxed, as she flicked my clit a little harder. I cried out as I came upon her tongue and she hungrily licked every drop of the sweet fluid. When I came down from my climax she shifted completely back to human and crawled up my naked form. "If I'd known it was so easy to make you cum I would have relieved this pressure years ago." She smirked confidently as she settled her hips on mine and snaked her right hand between us. "Lets see if we can make you sing like that again shall we?" 

She kissed me deeply and I could taste my own juices on her tongue. As the kiss intensified she swiftly slid two fingers between my pussy lips and into my core. I cried out as the pain raced up my spine and nearly threw her from the bed as I scrambled away from her. My breathing was rapid as I tried to keep the animalistic side of being a vampire in check and get my pain response under control. 

"Well that's certainly not the response I expected." Sarah stated as she slowly crawled closer to me and away from the edge of the bed. "How did I hurt you?" She looked at her fingers to make sure she didn't accidentally have claws or something. 

"The stretch... was just a bit much. I'm out of practice" I tried to blow it off, to make her feel less guilty. I really should have warned her but I hadn't really planned this or thought it out. 

She eyed me carefully, "That was more than 'its been awhile' discomfort. You squealed like a virgin but we both know that's not the case." She grinned just a little more than she should have at that comment and I realized it must have been a big deal for her wolfish half to have been the one to 'break' me even if when in her right mind she felt awful about it. 

"I might as well be as far as sex is concerned. I just don't have the ability to stretch like most of your playmates." I said, not wanting to tell her it was scarring caused by our first sexual encounter. 

"Is that a vampire thing?" she asked, her head tilted like a puppy's. Because I've seen your males. It's not like they are packing toothpicks. 

I giggled at her analogy. "Nope its just a me thing. I'm just defective like that. But its okay. I can still enjoy other things.... like tickling a sexy wolfess until she begs for mercy." I said as I pounced on her and tickled her sides till she was in tears. 

We didn't play any more that night but I promised her we'd try again sometime after the blood moon. I'd silently postponed our attempt until after the holiday in hopes that the ceremony Damion and I had planned would be successful. 



Bitten Ch. 09



Chapter 9 - Old Rites

I took my seat with a knot in my stomach. I was excited for what was to come but nervous about all that it involved. Damion had been chosen as the ceremonial sire for this year's tribute. Thankfully that meant that after the ceremony his duties for the holiday would be over and we could focus on all that we had planned. On the flip side we had agreed he would not take a companion for the weekend. It was up to me to fulfill his needs. I'd seen his hunger for sex and while completely normal for a vampire during the blood moon I would be lying if I said it didn't worry me just slightly.

I couldn't help but smile as Damion shifted forms halfway down the aisle and his roar sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he showed the young girl the same care he'd given me so many years ago and bit my lip as her cry filled the air as he filled her with his length in one smooth shot. His skillful touch had her cumming only a few minutes later and he stared directly in my eyes just prior to biting into her throat to complete the ritual filling her with his hot seed in the process.

Once they left the stage the Master of Ceremonies closed the procession wishing everyone a fun filled weekend. As everyone disbursed I waited for Damion at the base of the stairs leading to the altar. When he came back into view he'd managed to throw on some pants but his chest was still bare and I couldn't help but bite my lip. 

"If you keep nibbling on those lips of yours, I will not be held responsible for taking you right here on the steps kitten." He teased in my ear as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him for a kiss. I melted in his arms and when he set me back on my feet I had to will myself to remain standing. He smirked knowing his affect on me. Are you ready my kitten? I believe Mael is waiting for us on the beach. I nodded and we headed out into the plaza but instead of retreating to the comfort of Damion's suite we headed toward the water's edge.

When we cleared the broken suburbia it was not hard to tell where Mael was waiting for us. The beach was dark and empty lit only by the barely risen moon with the exception of the large fire Mael had started close to the point where the water's tongue lashed at the sand. We walked toward it and as we approached it was easy to see that Mael had already inscribed an intricate series of runes around a circle in the hard packed wet sand. In the center of the circle a sword shimmered in the moonlight. Complex carvings ran the full length of its blade a red ribbon tied around the base of its handle.

I couldn't help but stare at the sword and how the light from the fire flickered along the carvings. It wasn't until Damion started to remove my shirt that I snapped back to the moment at hand. I helped him remove my clothing and then helped him remove his trying to not focus on the fact that I was naked in front of Mael. My nakedness was the least risque thing he'd see tonight. 

Mael approached us and offered Damion a short dagger that matched the sword in the circle. I offered up my hand which Damion carefully cut with the dagger and allowed the blood to run from my hand into a bowl held up by Mael. "Let the giving of blood signify that you come here of your own free will," Mael said as the blood dribbled into the bottom of the wood bowl. When enough blood had been given Damion licked my hand and sealed the wound. Another ability the moon gives us which I had missed out on. I gingerly took the dagger from Damion and proceeded to slice the palm he offered me and added his blood to the bowl. "Let the giving of blood signify that you come here of your own free will," Mael repeated to Damion as he licked his own wound closed.

We stepped into the center of the circle, the sword on the ground between us. Mael walked around the circle pouring a few drops of the mixed blood onto each of the runes carved in the sand. "This blood is a gift to the elements, may they honor this union by lending us their strength." 

As Mael joined us inside the circle I couldn't help but feel a little queasy as he bent and picked up the sword and then stepped back to the circle's edge allowing us as much space as the circle allowed. Damion kissed me as he guided me to the sand his touch reassuring. 

"Here in this circle I will take your body, and take your life's blood. In exchange I give you the gift of the night. By this union you welcome the moon's power into your soul." Damion recited as he positioned himself between my legs.

"Here in this circle I give you my body and surrender my weakness. I accept your gift and welcome the moon into my soul." I couldn't help but shiver as the cool wind blew across my skin and the contrast to the heat tucked between my thighs awaiting entrance.

I braced myself for the pain I knew was coming hoping it would be the last time I would feel it. Damion watched and waited until I looked him straight in the eye. With our eyes locked he thrust forward and down into my body, not giving me time to realize the pain before he was buried to the hilt the scar tissue hugging him tightly. I managed not to scream but I could not stop the clench of my muscles trying to force the invader out of my agonized pussy.

Everything we had found about the ritual described how savage the claiming was. We were unsure if this was just because in that time our kind were far less in control of our demons or if the ritual demanded full surrender of the participants to the act. Rather than risk repeating the ritual next year we decided to forego niceties. He began to fuck me roughly, withdrawing just as quickly as he'd entered till just his head remained within my body before thrusting forward again. It wasn't long before he lost control of his inner beast and shifted. His muscles hardening, his fangs elongating and his cock thickened within my painfully stretched walls. The moon was fueling the beast within him and despite the physical pain the power of him was highly erotic.

With each powerful thrust I felt my need awaken further and soon I was matching him stroke for stroke despite the burst of pain at the end of each stroke. I focused on the glorious pleasure that came in between those sparks knowing we could not share blood until climax had been reached... I had to do this on my own. His years of glorious torment helped me turn the pain into pleasure and long after I would have normally quit I found myself on the edge of climax. 

Damion could feel the small rhythmic spasms of my pussy, signalling I was close. Damion nodded to Mael and shifted forward so that his body pressed mine into the sand holding me still even as he continued to stoke the fire within my core with his hot length. Mael stepped forward and raised the sword over our writhing bodies, its shimmering tip pointed down at us. It was impossible not to look at it for a moment but Damion captured my lips with his to return my attention to him. The kiss was full of primal heat and passion and I shattered. My oragsm ripped from my core, up my spine to my brain where it burst white hot like firecrackers in my mind. A second later damion joined me in climax, my pussy milking his twitching cock.

"The surrender of your body allows the moon to stip you of your weaknesses. By the gift of blood will it make you whole again. " Mael said seconds before driving the sword through Damions lower back, through my stomach and into the sand beneath me. For a moment there was agony and then there was only bliss. As our blood mixed on the blade of the sword and pooled beneath me in the sand the runes about the circle burst into flames and the wind swirled around us. All pain ceased as I felt the flow of magic from Damion into myself and by the look on his face he felt nothing but ecstasy as well.

As the magic faded and the fires around the circle started to peeter out Mael removed the sword and the residual magic healed the ceremonial wounds instantly leaving no mark. Damion retreated carefully from my body and helped me rise from the sand. 

"Do you think it worked?" I asked as I studied my body in the moonlight. "I don't feel any different but I certainly felt something."

"I guess we'll just have to find out." Damion said with a confident smirk. He thanked Mael and then guided me toward the hotel.