1 comments/ 28668 views/ 2 favorites Blade By: darkmaas Noon. The bright sun, subdued and mottled by the leaves overhead, splashed over and around them. A cool breeze blew up from the lake. She leaned back against the massive trunk. They made an odd pair. The girl wore a white cotton tank top above blue jeans. The man was dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and fashionable red tie. He leaned forward, too close for polite conversation, but refrained from touching her. She stole a glance over his shoulder to see if anyone was near enough to intrude upon their private moment. Only a jogger trotted across the bottom end of the park. He pulled a pocket knife from his trousers and snapped open the blade. She grinned. Her hips pushed forward and the hem of the tank top pulled up exposing an inch of pale flesh. The knife moved between them and she held her breath as he placed the blade flat against her belly. The cold metal caused her stomach muscles to twitch. She tensed her diaphragm and held her breath. Slowly he rotated the blade until the sharpened edge rested feather light against her belly. Then he carefully scraped the blade like a razor across the flat of her stomach. Her forehead was moist but her throat was suddenly parched. The grin stayed plastered to her face but her eyes widened with a touch of fear. The blade pulled away. She sucked in a gulp of air and felt moisture soaking into her panties. A pause and then he undid the button at the top of her jeans. She gave another quick glance over his shoulder to see if anyone might be close enough to see, but the jogger was trotting away from them and the rest of the park was empty. The opened button gave him just enough room to reach in and grab the elastic of her panties. His finger ran from the centre around to the right and stopped at her hip, then tugged at the fabric. The red silk pulled up out of the jeans. She shivered as the crimson tightened into her pink gash. Her insides melted, draining into the cloth. He pulled the panties until he had dragged a loop of material out from the jeans and then, slipping the knife blade into the loop, cut through the cloth at the side seam. The pressure against her sex was released. Then he repeated the exercise on the left side. She exhaled and stuck out her belly in an attempt to keep the cloth from retracting into the jeans. He frowned and brought the sharp edge of the blade up to her stomach again. Instinctively, she sucked in her gut and held her breath. He reached into her jeans with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand and plucked the top of the panties, now loose between her legs and began to pull the remnant from her pants. She felt the silk tighten, then drag along her slot and across her clitoris. A shiver, and then she tightened her thighs, hoping to hang on to the cloth. He continued to drag it, slowly, thread by thread, across her nub. Her knees weakened and she would have cut herself on the knife if he had not reversed the blade and allowed the dull edge to press into her skin. She felt the steel line across her navel but the fire between her legs distracted her from the delicious danger of the open blade. A tiny spasm ran up the walls of her sex. Then another. She whimpered and clenched the muscles of her butt. The moist crotch of the panties pulled free from the jeans and they both smelled her heat, fat and sweet. Then the rest of the cloth slipped free and he was holding the cherry remains of the panties in one hand, the knife in the other. He snapped the knife shut and dropped it back into the pocket of his trousers. Then he carefully folded the damp remnant, then stuffed it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket and arranged it so that just a flash of red peeked out like a silk handkerchief. With a grin, he wished her a good afternoon and headed to a meeting with his client. Throughout the afternoon, the scent of fear and lust drifting up from his breast pocket kept him in a state of partial arousal. He was witty, urbane and most certainly in control. She returned to her job at the bookstore, but the stiff seam of her jeans rubbed her bare sex at every move and kept her moist and distracted all afternoon. Blade The water is hot and relaxing as you enjoy the music playing quietly. A glass of white wine sits next to your hand on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub. The jets move the massaging water around your body, caressing your skin and rolling over your soft curves. Though your eyes are closed, you can still see the flickering candlelight as it plays over your eyelids. This is definitely a well-deserved moment of complete enjoyment. The only way it could be better is if I were enjoying it with you, caressing your body, as the water is. Just the thought of my hands running over your skin seems to warm your body even more. Your hand moves to glide over your neck and shoulders, just in the spots you imagine my hands would go to. You can feel your nipples stiffen and grow as the image of my hand focuses clearly in your mind. You reach out with your other hand and grasp the cool wine glass, lifting it towards your face, and slowly drawing the chilly smooth glass over your hot flesh. Its touch on your cheek is electrifying. You imaging it to be my cool lips, brushing over your feverish forehead, and gliding down your hairline to the edge of your jaw. Your hand, my hand, moves over your breast and cups it, squeezing and embracing it, his fingers rubbing lightly at your nipple. The rushing of the water is the sound of my whispering voice, murmuring passionate words of love to you. You can feel the heat from my body, leaning over you, so close, but not touching. Only my lips and my hand are in your mind. You picture my face so close to yours, my lips moving closer to yours and then turning back and gliding away along your jaw line again. You ache to taste my lips, to have me kiss you deeply and stop torturing you in this way. The hand move lower now, gliding under the surface of the water towards a warmer and wetter place. Your lips purse and your breath quickens as your hand, my hand, brushes through the ringlets of hair pointing the way. As fingers move over your outer lips, pressing into you, the wine glass slips forgotten out of limp fingers, spilling cold wine on your shoulder, and splashing into the water beside you. Your eyes snap open at the icy touch on your shoulder and arm, and you lose the picture of your fantasy man. "Shit!" You reach down and feel for the wine glass bumping against your hip, picking it up and setting it well away from the edge of the tub. A quick dunking of the facecloth in the water and you wipe the wine off of your shoulder and arm. "Damn, I was really starting to enjoy that." Your words echo in the bathroom, and it seems that much emptier. Even the warm flicker of the candle has turned agitating and taunting. You quickly get up and step out of the tub, reaching for the jet shut off switch before opening the drain. A quick wrap of the bath sheet around you and you step out of the bathroom and head for the bedroom where you throw yourself on top of the bed and reach for the phone. A quick dial and you wait while it rings on the other end. "Hello?" "Can you come home soon? I need your company, and I don't want to wait." Your words are soft and sultry, leaving no doubt in my mind what kind of company you are looking for. "Sure. Give me half an hour and I'll be there." "You've got twenty minutes and I'm starting without you." "Mmmmmmm. I may be late just so I can come in and watch you for a bit." "Hurry. I'm waiting." With those final seductive words, you hang up and roll over on the bed. After all, there are a few things you want to get ready before I get there. ... ... I arrive to find the door unlocked for me. I step inside, closing it behind me. A few candles light the living room, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Draped across the chair next to the hallway there is my bathrobe. A note is sitting on top of it. Blade Games It is 2am. The key turns in the lock, barely making a sound and the door moves inward. The hallway is dark with the only light that being cast from the open door. I move into the hallway and listen; nothing in the house seems to be stirring at my entrance which pleases me, as I maintain the element of surprise. I move quietly further into the hallway, pausing only to remove my shoes and check the living room for signs of life. Good, nothing there. I move to the base of the stairs, listening intently. Satisfied, I begin to climb, slowly, carefully, avoiding making any unnecessary noise. I reach the top of the stairs and turn towards the bedroom at the front of the house where I know you will be and begin to make my way along the landing. The bedroom door is wide open and I can see that there are no lights on which indicates that you have already gone to sleep. When I reach the bedroom door, I carefully enter and look around the doors edge. I see your shape in the bed, and take pleasure in noticing that although asleep, you are lying on your front and the duvet is partway down your body, exposing your back to me. I move closer to the bed and as I do, the light being cast from the gap in the curtains glints briefly on what I have in my hand. I sit on the bed, leaning towards where you are lying, prone, still, but breathing softly. I briefly touch the skin of your back with my fingertips, running them down the middle of your spine and only stopping when I reach the top of the duvet, then moving them back up again to the nape of your neck. I ease into a position where I am kneeling next to you and bring the knife up in front of me – it's a fairly standard kitchen knife but the blade is extremely sharp and about 8" long. I bring the blade down and lay it flat on the skin on your back – its not cold, but you stir slightly as it touches you although not enough to wake. I lift the blade again and using extreme care, touch the back of your neck with the tip, holding it there as if it were just a feather... then slowly, slowly, move the tip down the middle of your back, just as I did with my fingertips. This time however, when I reach the top of the duvet, I don't stop, but use the blade of the knife to move the duvet further down, exposing more and more of you until you are exposed to me from the tops of your legs upwards. Only when I have done this do I retrace the length of your back with the tip of the knife, again being very careful not to use any undue pressure. While I do this, my other hand is moving down your bare skin until it reaches the softer skin of your bottom. I cup one cheek in my hand, slowly squeezing it between my fingers. The action of doing this pulls the cheeks of your bum slightly apart, allowing me to see you more intimately. I move the knife back down your body and trace the tip down the cleft in your bum and then laying the blade across the small ring of your arse. A small moan escapes your lips. I pause, not wanting you to awaken just yet. You quieten again and I then slip the blade of the knife between the tops of your thighs, exerting just the right amount of pressure for your legs to part. The parting is enough for me to turn the blade and lay it flat over your pussy, applying some pressure to the soft flesh beneath. I move the blade aside and replace it with my finger, tracing it upwards, separating the soft lips and feelings the beginning of moistness inside. I run my finger up and down your opening feeling the wetness accumulate on the tip, before tracing the outline of your arsehole, using the wetness on my finger upon it. I squeeze the soft skin of your bum again, before moving back up your body and applying the blade of the knife to your neck, applying just a small amount of pressure. I lean in close to your ear and whisper your name; you stir, slightly but do not wake. I whisper again, louder this time and your eyes begin to open. You try to move but feel the knife against your throat. Your eyes widen as you realise what is holding you there. You begin to speak but I motion you to be quiet. Slowly, using the knife against your neck, I apply more pressure making you turn first your head and then your body until you are lying on your back. Your head is tilted back and the blade of the knife is against your exposed neck. I straddle your body so that I am holding the knife against your neck and your breasts are exposed to me. My legs hold your arms by your side so you cannot struggle. With my free hand I grab your hair and keep your head back against the pillow, while my other hand takes the knife and runs the tip down between the swell of your breasts, tracing the shape around each one, allowing the sharp blade to make contact with your skin – only slightly more pressure and the blade will mark, more than that and it will cut the soft skin of your breasts. A moan escapes your lips, which encourages me to explore this intimate area more... I take the tip of the knife and run it over your breast and circle your nipple, with the tip tracing a circle around it. I then take the tip and run it over the top of your nipple, teasing it into hardness and applying enough pressure to make you gasp – I know this is a particularly sensitive area to you as far as the appliance of pain is concerned and it thrills me to hear you respond to the sharpness of the blade as it presses into the increasing hardness of your nipple. I lean forward and take your other nipple between my teeth, sucking it and biting it to the same hardness as the other, but I know you prefer the knife blade... I know that with enough attention in this area you could cum, but I want to save that pleasure for later. I draw the knife away and run the tip down your stomach. Your legs are closed and I can only see the top of your pussy, but I am able to slip one finger into that gap and can feel how wet you have become. The knife is laid flat against your stomach, holding you in one place as I move down, which releases your arms. It pleases me to see you begin to caress your erect nipples now that your hands are free... all threat of a struggle is gone and you have succumbed to the thrill within you. I part your thighs with my hand so that you are open to me, and I can see you spread apart before me, glistening with your own juices. I cannot resist running 2 fingers up your wetness, first for me to taste, and then to do again for you to taste. You suck your own juices hungrily from my fingers, while you squeeze your nipples. One of your hands threatens to move down between your own legs to increase your pleasure there, but I won't allow that. I remove your hand using the knife to assert my authority over you and then let the blade slip between your thighs, the sharp edge slipping between the crease of your pussy lips- some of your wetness coats the blade, which I offer to you to lick off, which you do with little regard to what damage the blade could do. I run the blade back down your body and allow myself to slip further down your body so that I can run my tongue along the length of your cunt, pausing only to suck your clit into my mouth. The blade of the knife is between your thighs applying pressure to the small area of skin between your thigh and pussy. I lick your pussy and every so often allow the knife to run up between your lips, the thrill of the sharp blade so close to you making you shudder with pleasure. I hurriedly remove my clothes, then straddle you again. Further up this time though, so that it only takes a small movement to grab you firmly by the hair and pull your head up. You seem to resist initially, so I place the knife at your throat again, pulling you up towards it. Your struggling diminishes and you are forced to accept my hardness into your mouth. Despite your position of having a knife held against your neck and your hair being pulled hard from the root, you accept it and begin to suck on it, running your tongue around the end. I let go of your hair and rely on the knifes pressure to ensure you remain compliant and reach with my free hand and stroke your pussy again. It is absolutely soaking to my touch now and I know that I need to be inside you. I pull back from your eager mouth and keeping the knife held at your neck, I slide down your body and feel myself slip inside you, the warmth of your pussy enveloping my cock. I begin to move in and out of you, keeping the knife held at your throat, you unable to move for fear of being cut. The sounds escaping your lips indicate to me though that struggle is the last thing on your mind. I need to feel you pushing back onto me so I withdraw and throw you forcibly onto your front, before pulling you back onto your knees. I pull your head back with your hair, gripping hard so that head is bent back so far that your neck is fully exposed. I slide into your pussy from behind and hold the knife at your neck. The pressure I apply there is enough to make you push back against me, at the same time as I move forward to meet you. You seem to care less about the knife and more about moving backwards to meet my oncoming thrusts, even knowing that one wrong move could cause you injury. I let go of your hair and reach for one of your breasts and squeeze your nipple hard between my fingers which causes you to gasp again, but you don't flinch – you know that could be fatal. Whilst still moving in and out of you, maintaining the blades presence on your neck, I move my free hand to your bum, running my hand between your cheeks, moving my thumb around your arsehole. Its still wet from you, and my finger slips into you whilst I am also inside your pussy. I can feel my cock inside you with my finger and I can hear you moan more loudly at the feeling of being fucked in both your pussy and arse, even with the knife at your throat... I can feel your excitement building within you and I thrust harder, determined to meet your climax with my own. You push back harder against me as I thrust into you, deeper inside you than I could imagine with both my cock and finger. The thrusts begin to increase with pace and intensity and I can feel one of your hands up between your legs, your fingers stroking your clit and my balls. This cannot go on for much longer and sure enough we both soon succumb to the climax that is building. You finally surrender to your own orgasm and I feel you contract hard around me as I also reach my own climax and begin to cum deep inside you... the knife never leaving the skin of your neck pressing harder and harder but neither of us caring while we climax. Only when we have both relaxed does the knife fall away and become just an ordinary, although lethal, kitchen implement again. Blade II: Blade Loves Nyssa Vampire Princess Nyssa Damaskinos looked at the fallen figure of her father, Vampire Overlord Eli Damaskinos, and then looked at her wayward brother, Jared Nomak, first of the race of Neo-Vampires known as the Reapers. Sighing, the tall, raven-haired and golden-skinned, gorgeously curvy and leather-clad young female Vampire bared her neck to her monstrous half-brother. Time to end this tragic little charade... "Finish it, my brother, end me," Nyssa said with a deep sigh, and she stared at the tall, muscular and pale figure of Reaper master Jared Nomak as he crept forward. His body still glistening from the blood of both human guards and the hapless Vampire soldiers whom he slaughtered on his way to the Vampire Nation's stronghold, Jared Nomak cut an imposing figure. Demonically regal, that's how Nyssa would have described him. Mere hours ago, Nyssa Damaskinos hated Jared Nomak, believing her monstrous half-brother to be everything their father Eli made him out to be. Until Blade's mentor, the old human warrior known as Whistler, gave Nyssa the ring given to him by Jared Nomak in the tunnels. A ring bearing the Seal of House Damaskinos, the ruling body of the Vampire Nation.... Nyssa Damaskinos had been stunned to discover her father Eli's duplicity. The Reaper strain of the Vampire virus didn't happen naturally, it was created by scientists working for House Damaskinos. The Reapers, the bane of Vampires everywhere, were brought into the world by her father. Nyssa had been lied to and betrayed by the man she looked up and trusted the most, her own father. Jared Nomak wasn't the villain that Nyssa Damaskinos thought he was. Indeed, the poor creature was a victim of his circumstances. Just like Blade was. They were both born monsters, different from both mundane humanity and Vampires. Nyssa's heart wrenched when she thought of Blade. For the Day Walker saved Nyssa's life in the tunnels by giving her his precious blood... What a day. Nyssa Damaskinos discovered that the Lord of the Reapers, leader of the new enemy forces which she feared the most was actually her wayward brother Jared Nomak, and the old enemy whom she once loathed, Blade, was the man who saved her life. A brave and honorable man whom Nyssa was beginning to feel seriously attracted to.... "You always were our father's favorite," Jared Nomak said, and he glared balefully at the cooling corpse of Eli Damaskinos which lay at their feet. The being responsible for all the pain and suffering Jared Nomak had endured throughout his short years was dead at last, and the Reaper rejoiced. Jared Nomak inhaled the scent of Nyssa, and to his surprise, the female Vampire smelled different. Jared smiled, for he could smell the blood of the Day Walker coursing through Nyssa. Had the female Vampire slain the Day Walker? His feral eyes locked onto Nyssa's, and the Patriarch of the Reaper species saw no fear in the beautiful female Vampire's gaze. This was most unexpected, to be sure. Nyssa Damaskinos looked at her half-brother, the monstrous Jared Nomak. Instead of revulsion, the young female Vampire felt pity for the tall, pale, clawed and fanged, bald-headed creature that stood before her. Nyssa could smell her father's blood coming off of Jared, for he'd just slain Eli Damaskinos, the tyrannical Vampire patriarch who had ruined them both. Would Jared finish her off as well? Grabbing Nyssa by the throat, Jared Nomak sniffed the air. Three decades ago, he came into the world, truly one of a kind. Jared was born of two Vampire parents, his father was the old Vampire princeling Eli Damaskinos, and his mother a nameless female Vampire who died giving birth to him. Jared Nomak was an anomaly from the get go, and the first of the Reapers. A new breed of Vampire, stronger, faster and more aggressive than all the others. The Reapers were tracking down and slaughtering Vampires across eastern Europe, and the Vampires got so desperate that they recruited their sworn enemy, the African-American Vampire hybrid/renegade superhero known as Blade, the dreaded Day Walker himself, to protect them from the Reapers. "I think I'll let you live," Jared Nomak said, and as those words left his lips, the towering, menacing and absolutely formidable figure of Blade seemingly materialized. If Nyssa Damaskino's heart could still beat, it would have leapt in her chest. The female Vampire smiled happily as Blade stepped forward, his namesake weapon drawn. "You do anything to Nyssa I'll kill you Nomak," Blade said, matter-of-factly, as he stepped closer. Jared Nomak tensed, and got ready to fight. The father of the Reapers didn't like the idea of fighting Blade. As far as he was concerned, the Day Walker wasn't his enemy, the damned Vampires were. Still, Jared wasn't about to let the misguided hero stop him. "Blade, I don't want to kill you, I killed Eli, and that's all I wanted, to make the bastard pay for the hell he turned my life into," Jared Nomak said, and Blade scowled at him. Glaring into the tall, dark-skinned and leather-clad superhero's eyes, Jared Nomak saw the promise of hell. No sense reasoning with the half-human, half-Vampire hybrid. The fool truly intended to fulfill the mission the Vampires he loathed tasked him with... "Blade, please stop," Nyssa said, and the female Vampire stepped between Jared Nomak and the Day Walker. Both the Lord of the Reapers and Blade looked at Nyssa Damaskinos, both men equally confounded by the Vampire woman's actions. Seriously, what the fuck? Blade seriously wanted to throw down and Jared Nomak was more than ready to meet the challenge.... "Nyssa, Jared Nomak must die," Blade said angrily, and he watched as Nyssa shook her lovely head. The female Vampire looked at the tall, dark, muscular and leather-clad Day Walker and the tall, pale and slender yet powerfully built Lord of the Reapers and sighed. "Blade, we were all lied to, my father Eli Damaskinos betrayed us all, let's not fight, let us let it end here," Nyssa said, and she looked from the Day Walker to the Lord of the Reapers. Without a word, Blade sheathed his namesake weapon, and gently nodded. The pretty-faced Vampire woman was speaking the truth. Both Blade and Jared Nomak had been pawns of Vampire Overlord Eli Damaskinos, the Day Walker could see that now... "Nicely done Nomak, guess I'll let you live," Blade said, and then the Day Walker looked contemptuously at the cooling corpse of slain Vampire Overlord Eli Damaskinos. For Eli was the last in a long line of powerful ancient Vampire leaders whom Blade wanted to destroy. This bald-headed undead geezer had done more damage to the mortal world than Deacon Frost, the Vampire bastard whom Blade killed ages ago after he became a Proto-Vampire deity, La Magra. "Sounds good to me," Jared Nomak said, and then the Lord of the Reapers respectfully nodded at his sister Nyssa, took a last look at Blade, and finally let himself out. Blade stepped closer to Nyssa, who smiled at the Day Walker and embraced him tightly. The two of them smiled at each other, and at last, shared a passionate kiss. "I like your way of doing things," Blade said, grinning, and Nyssa silenced him with a kiss. Pulling Nyssa into his arms, Blade brought her back inside, since he could feel the daylight approaching, and the sun's rays were most definitely lethal to his new Vampire girlfriend. "Make love to me Day Walker," Nyssa whispered hotly, and she playfully slapped Blade's leather-clad ass. The tall, dark and handsome Day Walker smiled, and drew Nyssa into the darkness. Passionately they kissed, and then hastily undressed. Nyssa's eager hands roamed all over Blade's sexy, muscular and gorgeously dark-skinned body. What a man, she thought.' "Thought you'd never ask," Blade said, and then he kissed Nyssa once more. His dark eyes drank in the sight of Nyssa's lovely, pale from. Gently Blade caressed her firm breasts, and then he kissed them. Nyssa moaned softly as Blade began licking and kissing his way down her body. Finally, Blade stopped at the space between her legs. "Taste me," Nyssa said in a husky voice which Blade found so damn sexy. Blade buried his face between Nyssa's sexy legs, and then began licking her pussy. The female Vampire tasted wonderful, hotter than all the human women Blade had been with. There was something wonderfully intoxicating emanating from Nyssa's core, and Blade couldn't get enough of it... "You taste wonderful," Blade paused to say, and Nyssa smiled encouraging at him. Blade winked at her, and then he resumed eating Nyssa's sweet pussy. Nyssa cried out in pleasure as Blade's tongue and fingers slid into her cunt. The Vampire woman arched her back, overcome with pleasure as Blade teased her clit and worked his nimble fingers into her pussy, twisting them this way and that, shocking Nyssa and setting her world on fire. "Fuck me please," Nyssa begged, and Blade grinned, then unzipped his pants, freeing his long and thick chocolate stick. Nyssa smiled hungrily at Blade's dick. Grasping Blade's manhood with both hands, Nyssa winked at the Day Walker then began sucking his dick with gusto. From the first time Nyssa laid eyes on Blade back in that warehouse, the female Vampire had wanted him... "Oh yeah," Blade said, sighing happily as Nyssa sucked his big black dick. The sexy Vampire sucked Blade until the tall, sexy African-American superhero came, his massive dick spewing its cum all over the pale-skinned, dark-haired female Vampire's lovely face. Eagerly Nyssa drank Blade's cum, and sucked it all up without spilling a single drop. "Now I want to ride you," Nyssa said, and she leapt on top of Blade, straddling him. Throughout her centuries-long existence, Nyssa had bedded both human males and Vampires, and she was happy to discover that Blade, the sinfully sexy half-human, half-Vampire hybrid had a masculine prowess that both human males and Vampires lacked. In terms of stamina, Blade was in a class of his own... "Give me that sweetness," Blade said, as he put his hands on Nyssa's hips and thrust his hard dick into her cunt. Nyssa sighed happily and began riding Blade real hard, grinding her pussy on his dick. Hard and fast Blade pumped his manhood into her. In the past, Blade had only been with female humans and he had to restrain himself during sex, lest he demolish them... With Nyssa, Blade didn't have to hold back. The female Vampire's body was designed for the moves that Blade wanted to try. Furiously Blade pumped his long, hard dick into Nyssa's cunt, fucking her good. Nyssa cried out passionately as Blade fucked her, and begged him to fuck her harder. Well, Blade heeded the undead lady's pleas and didn't relent, pounding her mercilessly until he came. For the vise-like pressure of Nyssa's pussy on Blade's dick proved too much for him. Nyssa's cunt gripped Blade's dick, milking every last drop of the Day Walker's precious cum out of his manhood. "That was fun," Nyssa said, and Blade sighed and nodded. The female Vampire looked at her tall, sexy, dark-skinned lover. Being more than human, Blade recovered quickly and in instants, he was ready for round two. Nyssa grinned in a most feral way as Blade put her on all fours, spanked her cute little ass and then took her from behind... Much later, Blade and Nyssa lay side by side, spent. The female Vampire looked at her lover as he slept by her side. Outside, the hated daylight bathed the world in its glow. For once, Nyssa didn't fear it. Drinking the Day Walker's blood had fundamentally changed her. Rising, Nyssa went to the nearby window and tentatively held a finger in the light. Her finger didn't burn, for Nyssa was no longer an ordinary Vampire. "I'm a Day Walker now," Nyssa whispered, and she smiled at Blade, who still slept. Gathering her clothes, Nyssa stepped out of the smoldering remains of the House of Damaskinos, laid to waste by the Reaper leader himself, the monstrous yet noble Jared Nomak. The female Vampire went to a nearby store, and bought a few things, used her credit card to pay for them then left. As Nyssa walked back to the lair she shared with Blade, she couldn't help but smile. A brand new day was beginning... Blade Play Author's Note: A tale of forced play and realization fantasy for joeys-game. I hope you enjoy this story that was written for him. ~ Red The rain splattered against the pane of glass that shielded the young man from its cold touch. Joey listened quietly. His heart pounding in his chest. His fingers worked at a knot he couldn't release. The beat of his heart sounded in his ears and he felt the sweat of terror slip down his spine as the noises in the room filled his mind. His head turned to the left and then the right trying to hear what was happening or recognize the voice of whoever it was that had broken into his home and knocked him out. His eyesight shielded behind a cloth of what he thought was silk. "Scared aren't you Joseph?" the voice said quietly. Joey jerked. "Who are you? What do you want?" The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his assailant breathed against him. "You Joseph. I want you," the voice answered back, running a hand down his chest and then over to his left nipple. "Get the fuck off me man," Joey said and tried to struggle from his bound position. He heard the "Yeah, we're gonna fuck and I'm gonna get off" brush over his ear and then a warm tongue slipped across the curve of it. Joey shuddered in fear, yet his body reacted as some do and he felt a tingling deep in his balls as the wet tongue traced the shape of the gentle sloping cartilage. "I'll be back Joseph. Don't go anywhere," the voice whispered and trailed a hand down Joey's chest, gripped his cock and stroked it several times. "Think of your friend Brian and how much you'd like to fuck him." "Brian You know Brian? Don't you hurt him. You son of a bitch " Joey growled. Laughter filled the room and then a door closed. Silence was his only audience. Joey thought of Brian, his best friend's uncle. He felt his chest tighten as he pictured the handsome man. Brian had been a constant source of friendship for Joey and Chad the last three years, and he cared a lot for him, more than he should. Chad lived down the road from Joey and after the death of his parents, Brian had moved in and become Chad's guardian. Chad had only been fifteen, just like Joey; Brian had been thirty. Brian took to the job and Joey had taken to him. He felt his heart calm as he focused on the thirty-three year old mentor. He saw his blue eyes and his soft, sandy brown hair. His tanned skin and buff figure only added to the Adonis like image that he saw whenever he looked at Brian. Mentally, he shook his thoughts away and began to think of how to get out of the mess he was in. He couldn't have Brian. It was wrong to want a guy and he needed to focus on getting free. His hands were bound behind him and drawn tight. The ball and sockets of his shoulders felt as if they were being ripped apart. His legs were stretched wide and his ankles tied down to the back leg of the chair, forcing his body forward. Joey felt as if he were on some wooden rack, but instead of being laid flat he was forced to stretch out in a sitting position. Joey stilled as the sound of the door opening brought his heart back up into his throat. "You shouldn't bother trying to free yourself Joseph," the voice said. "The knots are intricate and very secure." "Where's Brian?" Joey asked. The sound of steel sliding out of steel suddenly filled the room and for a moment Joey's heart stopped beating. "Look man. I don't know what the fuck you want with me, but whatever it is I'll do it. Just. . . tell me you didn't mess with Brian. . .or Chad." Joey suddenly felt like a complete ass. He'd not even thought about Chad. "Chad is fine Joseph and so is Brian. I just asked you to think about him, because I know how much you want to fuck him. You do want to fuck him don't you Joseph?" the voice said and then Joey felt the sharp knowing tip of a knife slip down his chest, his stomach, and then back up again. Joey took a deep breath and held it. He blinked, hating the cloth that covered his eyes. He tried to breath deep, only to breathe in the same cologne Brian wore. "Fuck you asshole You're lying to me. You did something to Brian What kind of sick fuck are you?" Suddenly Joey's head was pulled back and the blade was pressed to his crotch. "You've got balls, calling me a liar. . .you could lose 'um for that." The blade ran back and forth over the hard marbles. Joey swallowed the lump in his throat. "I didn't hurt Brian or Chad. I only came for you. I knew your parents were out of town and you were alone. You should have gone to Chad's like he asked you. Then you wouldn't be here. You'd be at his place with Brian drinking soda and eating pizza. But you stayed home, even though they asked you." "How the fuck . . .?" Joey asked. Joey's mind raced a mile a minute. He listened to the man walk away and tried to focus on the voice. That was all he had to work with on identifying his attacker. He knew he was disguising it. There was a raspy quality. The words were deeper than normal, or so that was the impression Joey got. He thought of how this could have been done and wondered if the man had some kind of voice scrambler. That was the only thing he could think of. "You've gotten quiet," the voice whispered. Joey said nothing, choosing to listen. "I see. Well, since you're not talking then we'll get started." Feeling a hand on his cock, he wanted to jerk away, but couldn't. He was tied down and wasn't going anywhere. He closed his mind off to the sensation of the man stroking his cock. He felt the hard calluses dragging his sensitive skin up and down. "You're getting hard, you sick little fuck." Joey cringed. "Yes," he thought to himself, "I am getting hard. Oh man, don't let this happen to me." He felt his body respond as the stroking got stronger and more demanding. "Come on Joseph you know you like it. Some old man rosy palming you. Getting your dick nice and hard so they can fuck it." "No!" Joey shouted only to hear laughter escape from his captor's throat. "Oh, you don't like that thought? Your cock did. It jumped in my hand as if it were hungry for a good ass fuckin'." Moistening his lips with his tongue Joey tried to breathe. "Joseph, we're going to play now. . .and Joseph, I'm as naked as you," a soft chuckle followed and then the words, "Feel this?" Cold steel pressed against Joey's cheek and he flinched. "Careful Joe," the voice sounded and then coughed. "Joe?" Joey thought, but said nothing as he tried to think of the few people who called him Joe and not Joey or Joseph. A small list ran through his mind. He'd always been Joey to everyone, and Joseph to teachers, parents, coaches. Joe was reserved for men usually, men he considered important to him, men he thought of as authority figures who deserved his respect not because of a job title, but because they simply made you admire them because of who they were. The list was short, and on that list was Brian, the man that he was concerned with and the man who owned the same cologne that this unknown wore. "Going quiet again?" the voice whispered and then tugged on Joey's ear lobe. "Joseph tell me what you want." Joey swallowed. "I want to go home, you freak." He hissed out his words with a throaty growl. His cock hurt, the man's fingers hand never let up, the stroking firm and steady. "No Joseph, that isn't what you want." The knife tip ran from his jaw, down his neck and then over his collarbone. "I'm going to describe things to you Joseph. I want you to imagine this so you know what is happening. I want you to know. I want you to realize what's going to happen to you." Steel traveled from the center of his neck and then over to his right nipple as the voice began again. "This room is fifteen feet, by twelve feet. It is painted a dark blue. You can probably smell the fresh paint." Joey breathed in. "Yeah, you can, can't you?" the voice said. "See Joseph, use all your senses. Breathe deep, and calm yourself," the knife traced the shape of his nipple, Joey shuddered, "breathe in and out," the voice whispered and the knife slipped over to the left nipple. "Joseph. You can feel too can't you? Feel my breath as it slides across your skin. My hand on your cock and the knife Joseph. . .feel the knife as it explores your body?" The deadly tip slid back to the center of Joey's chest and then began to move down. "What else can you feel? Think about it, you can feel my fingers rolling over the head of this cock. I've seen your cock Joseph. I've seen it limp. I've seen it half-cocked. I've even seen it hard. I love seeing it when it is hard. Makes me want to suck it. To taste the hot liquid creme." "Fuck," Joey muttered. His cock was swelling and the thought that this man, whoever he was had seen him in all those ways, meant he'd either been stalking him for some time or it was someone he was really close too. That made his mental list shorter. "Joseph, concentrate!" the voice shouted. He swallowed. The knife moved further down and slipped over his pubes. The hand fell away from his dick. Joey felt a warm wet liquid cover his groin and his balls. Suddenly two hands were washing his cock and testicles. His whole crotch was soon hot. "What are you doing?" Joey asked. "Washing you. Now, Joe don't move, baby." The voice was suddenly laced with concern and this made Joey breathe deep. He smelled the hint of Ivory soap, another clue to who was fucking with him. That clue was dismissed when he felt the scrapings of the knife shaving his pubic hairs. He wasn't sure how much time passed. His body was tense as the knife moved over his skin. Eventually, a cloth, soaked wet with hot water was pushed against his shaven form and he sighed in relief. "See, you're safe." Joey's relief fell away as his cock was suddenly enveloped by more heated moisture. This time he knew what was happening and he clenched his eyes shut under the black cloth. The assailant's tongue moved around the head and then further down. He felt his dick rise back up, the shaving experience had brought it down several inches. Those inches however, were quickly rising again. "No man, don't. . ." "Joseph. You want it," the voice said, and then went back to sucking. "Ohhh fuck, man." Joey moaned as his cock began to feel with blood. He could feel his hips moving, pumping up for more of the sweet blanket of heat. Inwardly he cursed and fought his body's desire. "Mmm. . . You taste so good Joseph. You've got pre cum baby and I'm loving it. Do your balls taste just as nice?" Joey muttered and then groaned when a pair of hands grabbed his balls. Suddenly, they were swallowed up within the man's mouth and Joey felt his heart stop for a second time that night. "Don't man, please don't." He pulled on his arms and tried to free himself. He stilled when the knife was pressed against the sensitive flesh under his balls. The man continued sucking and Joey fought an inner battle with himself. He wanted to be sucked off. He didn't want to be sucked off. He bit his lower lip, to keep from growling for more. As quick as his balls had been consumed, they were dropped and then his cock was inhaled in the hot mouth. Joey's hips thrust up and his head fell back. The mouth moved up and down, up and down, faster and faster. He could almost see it in his mind. He could almost imagine the one man he'd been wanting to fuck him there with him, drawing out his seed and taking the heavenly milk down his throat. As he felt his cock erupt, he muttered, "Brian." His cock was emptied and then left to hang limp as his mouth was plundered and the hot seed was forced into his mouth. Joey was shocked, but had no time to respond; swallowing by instinct, he quickly moved his tongue with the one that invaded his throat. They parted and Joey was left whimpering for more. "You thought of Brian while I sucked you off didn't you? Don't lie . . .I heard your words." Joey shook his head. "Yeah, I thought of him." He felt his cheek grow hot. "You like Brian don't you? What about his son Chad? Do you want to fuck his little boy?" the voice hissed in Joey's ear. "No! No, Chad's my bud, but. . ." "But what? Joseph. Chad's a boy and Brian. . .what? He's a man? An old fucker. Who you have the hots for." The voice moved away from Joey and he found himself worried he'd upset the attacker. He rolled his eyes under the cloth that kept his surroundings hidden and then thought back to the man's words. Brian often called himself and 'old fucker', Chad did too, he was always referring to his dad in those words. Was the attacker Chad? Brian? Who was it? "Think Joey!" he told himself. "Joseph you tasted amazing. I'm going to release your arms and legs, but don't try anything," the voice told him. Joey could hear the ragged breathing from his attacker. It mimicked his own. He felt the knife cut free his right leg then his left. "Hold still while I massage the blood back in." Joey felt strong hands moving down his legs and then up again, paying close attention to the ankles and calves. The touch was welcoming and surprisingly a bit arousing. Joey cursed again for responding. "Your arms are next, but I swear to you Joseph, one wrong move and Brian will be hurt." The rope was cut away and blood rushed back to his fingers. A groan of relief escaped him and he rubbed his hands together, flexed the joints and shook his hands as the pain of a thousand needles filled him. "Give it some time and. . . Sit down Joseph," the voice said from behind. Joey had stood up; he stilled and turned. He reached up to take the blindfold off, but was stopped when he heard. "Take it off and he'll be next." Joey stopped. "Who?" "Me, Joe," a new voice sounded. "Brian? Oh God are you okay, where are you?" Joey turned his head, but kept the blindfold on. "I thought you said . . ." "Forget what I said," the voice answered. "Take off the blindfold and he'll be bleeding. I'm not fuckin' with ya. I'll slice him right down the middle and make you lick the blade clean." "Joe, just stay calm it'll be alright." "Brian can you see him. I can't see him, man. He's got me blindfolded." Joey turned his head toward where he thought Brian was. "I can't see him either. But just cooperate and we'll get out of this," Brian answered. "That's right, listen to him. Now, work with me. Not against me." The voice grabbed one of Joey's wrists and led him a few feet to the right of where he'd been standing. Joey tried to hear Brian's breathing, but he could only hear the attacker's. He felt a calm wash over him as he thought of Brian being in the room with him. Brian would know what to do. Brian would take care of everything as soon as he could find a way to escape. "Here. Sit." Joey felt two hands on his shoulder and was pushed back. His knees hit the side of a piece of furniture and he sat back down. The knowing comfort of a bed welcomed him and he paled. "No man. . .ohh fuck don't. . ." "Shut up Joseph." "Just calm Joe. I'm here, remember?" Two voices came to Joey almost simultaneously, only a few seconds between them. One calming. One thrilling. He shivered at both and waited. When he felt a finger roll over his lips, he shook. "Joseph. I need you to help me out now. I washed your cock and sucked you off. Now I'm clean and hard. Open wide." "No way man. I'm no. . ." His mouth was full of cock. A handful of his hair was caught in a vise-like grip. "Bite me and your friend will suffer." Joey sucked on the meat that filled his mouth. He fought the urge to reject, but he wanted to keep Brian safe. "Joe listen to me," Brian's voice came back to him. Joey could have sworn it was closer to him than before. "I know Joe. I know you like me and that's okay. Imagine it's my cock in your mouth. It's okay. I'd imagine yours if I was in your place. Eating your come. Just think the same thing. I'm here." Joey listened and soon had Brian's cock in his mind. His imagination worked to his advantage and his hands were soon encouraging the man to fuck his face. "Yeah, Joe. Just like that. Fucking suck it harder man." Brian's voice said. Joey paused and came off his assailant's cock. "You okay Brian?" he asked. He cocked his head to one side and waited. He would have bet money on Brian being practically on top of him. "Suck it, you cock lover!" the voice demanded and jerked Joey's head back. Reaching out he grabbed the man's dick and went back to plunging his mouth back down. Over and over he lifted and dropped himself onto the man's rod. "Good boy Joe. Good boy." Joey could hear Brian and knew he was close. He breathed deep and used his senses. Something was going on. Someone was fucking more than his mouth. Joey increased the rhythm and worked to distract his attacker. He concentrated on the room. Listening for Brian's breathing and where he was in relation to the cock he was devouring. When he couldn't hear anyone but the man in front of him breathing he knew what was happening and slowed down. His fingers began to massage the stranger's balls. Lifting, palming, and rolling them between his thumb and middle finger. "Ohh fuck yeah," Brian's voice filled the air and Joey smirked. He lifted his mouth from the twins and began to lick his way under them, nibbling as he went. "Spread your legs some," Joey whispered and immediately the man did as he was told. Joey grinned and sucked on one of his fingers, then searched out the puckered hole he knew would be tight, but pleasurable to his foe. Joey had teased his own ass while stroking his dick, and imagining Brian watching him. "Yeah, fuck it man. Fuck my ass with your fingers. My cock man, fuck Joe, don't forget my cock." It was Brian's voice and Joey chuckled. He reached up and pulled the cloth from his head. His eyes clenched tight from the initial reaction of light that filled his pupils. He kept sucking on the tool in his throat. Several deep breaths, while his fingers explored the man's ass were also continued. Soon Joey was ready to open his eyes. He blinked as he took in the sandy brown curls that lay just above the stranger's shaved groin. He sucked harder, knowing they were the same color as Brian's hair, hair he'd seen when the three of them were in the men's locker room at the "Y". He lifted his face from Brian's cock. "How'd you do it man? How'd you do it?" The question was repeated one more time, and on that third try, Joey broke through the passion-filled fog he knew Brian was experiencing. When the man's eyes opened, they looked through the lust-filled gaze. "Ahhh. . .Joe. I wanted you to admit it man. . . but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't. You'll be heading to college this summer and. . ." Brian caressed Joey's cheek. "You're right. I wouldn't have said a thing. I'm glad you did this. But damn. . .you are one talented fuck." Joey shook his head in disbelief. Brian tucked a few strands of hair behind Joey's ear. "I took acting classes years ago in college, learned how to throw my voice, disguise it. I never thought to use it like this before though. . .but it came in handy, didn't it." "Fuck yeah. Thanks Brian. . . now. . .I think you need to let me finish this cock of yours," Joey whispered and moved to take in the older man's cock. "No wait. I wanna come in your ass. I'm clean man. Haven't had a lover in the three years I've known you, waiting for you to get old enough that I wouldn't feel guilty. . . before that I used protection. I wanna fuck you skin to skin Joe." "Oh yeah Bri, I'd love that. I've never. . .well. . .only a dildo, but you know. . ." Joey suddenly blushed. "I know Joe. I want to be the first. I'd like to be the only, but you're young. Just. . .be safe with the ones after me. I want you coming home on holidays to be my summer fuck toy." Brian grinned as he watched Joey blush. Blade: The Return Of Karen Standing atop the Empire State Building in New York City, a six-foot-tall, athletically built and handsome African-American man in his late thirties stood perfectly still, gazing thoughtfully at the vast metropolis. Anyone looking at him would see a tall, ruggedly handsome Black gentleman with chocolate skin, short Black hair cut into a style called a bald fade, clad entirely in Black leather. But this was no ordinary leather aficionado. This was Eric Brooks, better known to the world at large as Blade, the Vampire Hunter. At the end of his adventures, Blade the Vampire Hunter found himself wondering what to do with his life. After single-handedly defeating Dracula, King of the Vampires, with the help of his youthful new allies Abigail Whistler, daughter of his late mentor Abraham Whistler, and Hannibal King, a streetwise, smart-mouthed Hunter, Blade saw the Vampire threat greatly reduced around the world. Daystar, the lethal anti-Vampire virus unleashed by the Night Stalkers wiped out the majority of the world's Vampire population. What's a Vampire Hunter to do in a world where Vampires are essentially no longer an issue? There was no retirement plan for the men and women chosen by fate to battle the creatures of the night. Just ask the Vampire Hunter formerly known as Eric Brooks. Blade decided to look up Dr. Karen Jenson, the beautiful African-American female doctor who helped him in his fight against his first arch-nemesis, legendary Vampire leader Deacon Frost. It had been years since Blade had laid eyes upon Karen Jenson. Would Karen Jenson even remember him? Probably. The beautiful, sharp-minded gal had one hell of a one-track mind. That's why Karen proved indefatigable in helping Blade bring down Deacon Frost and the cabal of Vampires dedicated to summoning La Magra, the Blood God. No, the question Blade wanted to ask himself was, would the lovely Karen Jenson want anything to do with him? After they destroyed Deacon Frost and his undead buddies, Blade wanted to have someone in his life but he knew that the fight against Vampires was far from over. Although Blade had strong feelings for Karen Jenson, he couldn't act on them. With Deacon Frost and his blonde female Vampire paramour Mercury, along with his loyal undead henchman Quinn dead, Blade could almost convince himself that the global threat of the Vampires was averted. Unfortunately, it wasn't so. A few years later, Blade had to team up with the Vampires of House Damaskinos against the threat of the Reapers, a new breed of inhuman monsters, and their leader, Jared Nomak. Along the way, Blade met and eventually fell in love with the beautiful female Vampire known as Nyssa Damaskinos, daughter of Vampire overlord Eli Damaskinos. After a protracted conflict during which Blade was betrayed by the elder Damaskinos, Nyssa Damaskinos perished at the hands of the monstrous mutant known as Jared Nomak, who was revealed to be her brother. Blade swiftly and mercilessly avenged Nyssa's death by slaying Jared Nomak. Watching Nyssa's remains smolder in the sunlight almost caused Blade to shed a tear. Nyssa wasn't like other Vampires. The princess of the late, great House Damaskinos was an honorable woman, even if she was a Vampire. Yeah, Blade had never had much luck with the ladies. Although many women find him attractive, Blade seldom let them get close to him. For their own safety. Blade wasn't human. He was born half Vampire and half human. Blade wasn't normal, and he could never be normal. He didn't want to pretend to be something he wasn't. With Nyssa Damaskinos dead and Karen Jenson probably living a nice normal life with a husband and brats somewhere, Blade found himself contemplating the grim reality that he might be alone for the rest of his days. Just how long does a Day Walker live anyway? Blade had no way of knowing. Being half human and half Vampire granted him superhuman strength, sharp senses, superior speed, and an accelerated healing factor. It also made him thirsty for blood, though the serum that his mentor/father figure Whistler invented helped Blade keep the blood thirst at bay. For now. Decades spent finding Vampires and eliminating them taught Blade a thing or two about tracking people down. He'd gone to the New York City Public Library downtown, got himself a library card and used the computers. All too easily Blade dug up information on one Karen Jenson, working as a physician at county hospital, and living at 117 Lincoln Fields, off of Queens Boulevard. Blade staked out the place, and managed to convince himself that he was ready to see his lost love after all these years. "Looks like I've got a stalker," said a calm, vaguely familiar feminine voice, startling Blade out of his reverie. He sat in his car, watching the large brownstone building while the late afternoon sunlight faded gradually. Blade leaned back in his chair, trying to convince himself that he was just doing another stakeout. Only this wasn't the case at all. For this large brownstone building housed Karen Jenson, his former ally, and the love of his life. The only lady who'd ever gotten the drop on him. Blade looked up, and smiled at Karen Jenson, who stood inches from his car window, hands on her hips. "Oh hi Karen, it's been a while," Blade said casually, and Karen Jenson smiled and shook her head. Blade vaguely remembered getting out of the car, and pleading with her to bear with him. At some point, Karen thoroughly cussed him out, loud enough for young Latino and African-American folks walking by to laugh at him, and Blade thought she was genuinely pissed. And then Karen Jenson did something completely unexpected. The lady doctor threw her arms around the Vampire Hunter stud, and kissed him. "Nice seeing you again Eric," Karen Jenson said, smiling, once they came up for air. Blade blinked nervously, stunned by the power of her kiss. Karen Jenson looked as lovely as ever. The tall, statuesque African-American beauty with the curvy body and angelic face smiled at him, and deep inside Blade's stern heart, something melted. In that moment, Blade the Vampire Hunter vanished, replaced by Eric Brooks, the ordinary man. Without a word, Blade pulled Karen Jenson into his arms, and kissed her full and deep. The way Blade should have kissed Karen after she helped him defeat Deacon Frost back in 1998, when they stood alone on top of the smoldering ruins of Deacon Frost's temple/fortress. Karen kissed Blade back with a passion that surprised him, and when she finally let go, Blade did something he seldom did. Blade smiled, and Karen cocked an eyebrow. "Is the world ending, Eric?" Karen asked, grabbing Blade by his leather coat. Blade smiled and shook his head. Karen Jenson was the same no-nonsense, fearless woman who absolutely refused to be intimidated by anyone, and leather-clad African-American studs with super powers were definitely no exception. Looking her up and down, Blade leaned forward and inhaled her womanly scent. Karen pushed him back, hard. "No, Karen, the world isn't ending, in fact, my friends and I just saved it from the Vampires, for good," Blade said calmly, and Karen looked at him, and a slow smile crept into her lovely face. When those words left Blade's full, sensuous lips, Karen Jenson could scarcely believe her ears. Last month, Karen ended a relationship with Troy O'Connor, a handsome Irish-American physician with whom she worked at county hospital. Troy was fine, and smart, and nice, but he simply didn't light her fire. Nope, if Karen Jenson were honest with herself, for the past almost-decade or so, she'd dreamed of sharing her heart, body and soul with one man and one man only. Blade, the taciturn, tough-acting, tough-as-nails brother with the tight, muscular body, the bad attitude, and the cutest ass she'd ever seen on a man since Will Smith. For ages Karen Jenson dreamed of Blade coming to her doorstep, and claiming her, but the fool never did. As far as Karen knew, Blade was out there, fighting Vampires and saving the world. Now here he was. "Eric, you can't come waltzing back into my life like this," Karen Jenson said, and she stepped back, trying hard not to be overwhelmed by Blade's sheer masculinity. The tall, sinfully sexy African-American superhero paused, and sighed deeply. Blade pursed his lips, and for a moment, he looked lost. Fighting monsters was easy for Blade, but matters of the heart were something else altogether. Blade was happy as can be to be standing with Karen, but she was about to slip through his grasp. Again. Blade couldn't allow that to happen. "It's over, Karen, all of it, I'm done with that life and I'm here for you," Blade said, his normally deep voice suddenly soft and gentle. Karen Jenson looked at Blade, gazed into his soulful dark eyes and tried to resist. Casually Blade took off his long Black leather overcoat and draped it over her shoulders, and then he pulled her close in a smooth, swift move. "I hope you mean it," Karen Jenson said, and Blade smiled and kissed her. Hand in hand, they walked into her building, and rode the elevator. Once they reached Apartment 17 on the eight floor, Karen unlocked the door. The beautiful doctor had barely gotten inside when strong, manly hands grabbed her, spun her around and pressed her against the wall. "I do mean it," Blade said, and then he kissed Karen on the lips, and softly pressed his lips against her throat. Karen felt Blade's canine incisors graze her skin, and a thrill shot through her. For Karen remembered how she offered her blood to help him after he was nearly bled dry by Deacon Frost's goons in an attempt at using his blood to resurrect La Magra, the Blood God. Karen Jenson had never forgotten that hot, disturbingly erotic memory... "Take me now," Karen Jenson whispered, and Blade kissed a path from her throat to her breasts, which he freed from her shirt, and then they hastily undressed one another. Blade picked up a very naked Karen and carried her to the living room, and sat her down on the couch. Karen feasted her eyes on the sight of Blade's gorgeous, naked body. The brother was tall, muscular and hard all over. Karen's eyes zeroed in on Blade's dick, which was both long and thick. Hot damn... Blade locked eyes with Karen and smiled, then spread her shapely, chocolate-hued thighs wide. Without another word, Blade buried his face between Karen's legs and began eating her pussy. Karen hissed in pleasure as Blade's tongue slid into her tongue, followed by his agile fingers. Blade definitely knew his way around the female body, and Karen was loving every minute of what he was doing to her... "Like that, Karen?" Blade paused to say, and all Karen could do was nod as Blade resumed munching on her pussy like a condemned man devouring his last meal. Karen shuddered violently as Blade continued to pleasure her. Thrusting two fingers into Karen's wetness, Blade teased her clit with his tongue. Karen moaned loudly, close to the edge. Moments later, Blade tasted Karen's womanly cum as it gushed out of her like a torrent of sweetness. "You are a wild man, Eric!" Karen Jenson shrieked, orgasmic, and Blade smiled and shrugged. The burly brother pulled his lady love into his strong arms and held her until she stopped shaking. The two of them remained like this for a while, then Karen pushed Blade down onto the carpeted floor of her living room, and climbed on top of him. "Hot damn," Blade said, smiling as Karen Jenson straddled him. Blade's hands went to Karen's hips as she grabbed his long and thick, dark dick and stroked it. Blade sighed happily as Karen began pumping her hands up and down his dick. Grinning, Karen leaned over and kissed Blade, then licked a path from his lips to his chest, then down to his groin area. "I want some of that," Karen said, and then she took Blade's dick into her mouth. Blade sighed happily as Karen began sucking his dick with gusto. Truth be told, the Day Walker hadn't been with a woman in ages. Abigail Whistler of the Night Stalkers had been intensely attracted to him and Blade did have some fun with her after killing Dracula, but Abigail was too clingy so Blade left. Truth be told, only one woman ever laid a claim to Blade's furnace heart, and her name was Karen Jenson... "All yours babe," Blade said, grinning, and Karen winked at him as she continued working her magic on Blade's tool. Once Karen got Blade hard as a rock, she climbed back on top of him. This time, Karen lowered herself onto Blade's dick until his tool was embedded in her cunt. Karen licked her lips and began riding Blade, loving the feel of his hard manhood inside of her. "Let's do this," Karen said, and Blade laughed and smacked her big brown butt, then thrust his dick deep into her cunt. With superhuman durability Blade fucked Karen, slamming his dick deep into her. Karen shrieked like a woman possessed and grinded on Blade, and the two of them went at it passionately. Blade caressed Karen's firm, succulent breasts and lightly pinched her nipples, and Karen squealed in delight. "Now that's what I like," Blade said, as he put Karen on all fours, admiring her gorgeous dark brown ass. Rather than fucking her cunt from behind, Blade spread Karen's butt cheeks wide open and began licking her ass. Karen giggled softly as Blade licked her butthole, and the Day Walker began munching on Karen's ass as if it were the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. Karen found herself greatly enjoying this unexpected pleasure. "You're such an ass kisser," Karen said, laughing, and Blade pulled his tongue out of her asshole, and gave her big dark brown ass a big kiss. Grinning, Karen spread her ass cheeks wide open, and grabbed a bottle of Aloe cream which she'd accidentally left on a nearby table after using it before going to work at the county hospital in the morning. Blade followed Karen's gaze, and grabbed the bottle of lotion. Karen grinned, and Blade smiled, for he knew just what to do. Karen smiled as Blade pressed his long, hard dick against her well-lubricated asshole, and pushed it inside. Blade held Karen's hips tightly as he worked his dick into her ass. Even though he'd fucked plenty of women like this, no ass had ever gripped Blade's dick as tightly as Karen's. The gorgeous Black female doctor moaned as Blade began fucking her, and grinded her big, thick and round ass against his groin. Blade smacked Karen's ass, and she squealed in delight. "Give me that sweet ass," Blade whispered, and he pushed his dick deeper into Karen's ass. Karen gritted her teeth against the pain as Blade's dick invaded her butt hole. She willed herself to relax, and her body followed. After a while, all tension left Karen, and Blade's dick easily slid into the forbidden depths of her asshole. Blade continued fucking Karen until the pressure of her tight ass on his dick proved to be too much for him and he came, exploding inside of her. Karen howled as Blade's cum filled her ass. The Day Walker held her tightly as spasms wracked Karen's sexy Nubian body. "That was fun," Karen Jenson said, much later, as she lay next to Blade, in bed. Blade smiled at her and held her in his strong, manly arms. The two lovers gazed at each other, smiling and basking in the warm afterglow of a fantastic lay. Blade kissed Karen on the forehead, and she smiled, caressing the tattoos on his dark-skinned, gorgeous and utterly masculine body. Blade's body was a work of art in every way.... "It could be just like this, always, if you want it to be," Blade said, and Karen Jenson looked at him, surprised by his words. For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Blade smiled and Karen grinned, then kissed him. A few moments later, they went to sleep. Or at least, Blade went to sleep. Karen lay in his arms, her mind racing. The young woman found herself musing on a future with her long-lost beau, the handsome Blade. The possibilities thrilled and scared Karen Jenson at the same time... Could a former Vampire Hunter and a female doctor have a functioning relationship in the tumultuous, fast-paced world of modern New York City? Only time would tell. The world was full of possibilities now that the Vampire species was wiped out by the Daystar virus that Blade and his friends the Night Stalkers cooked up. Perhaps Blade and Karen were being handed a second chance by the gracious hand of Fate. Karen Jenson hoped things work out, though. For her sake and that of Eric Brooks, the only man she'd ever loved. Resting her head against Blade/Eric Brooks chest, Karen finally went to sleep, to dream old dreams.