8 comments/ 19098 views/ 18 favorites What We Suck Besides Blood By: SizeQueenSupreme Author's Note: Hey Size Queen fans, I'm back from a loooong hiatus. This story is a little different than what you may be used to with me, but don't worry, I promise as the series progresses you'll get all the megacocks and cartoonish sex you've come to expect from me. Your questions and comments are appreciated via the feedback page here. Use your e-mail and I'll be sure to get back to you. I hope you enjoy! ***** I pulled myself from The Reverie. The last time I went into the sleep of ages our kind call The Reverie, it was between the Renaissance and the Victorian era. I had stayed awake more than a dozen decades until that business with the big Wars. Now I did not know how long I'd been under, I knew only that I was weak, I was hungry, and oh by the night I was horny. I breathed in deep; it was smoggier than I remembered, and, on the edge of my perception, more filled with people. They'd been multiplying like mad when I went to ground, and now the delicious scent of humanity was overwhelming. I sat up, blinking. The Mausoleum was much dustier than before, but otherwise looked very much the same. My stone sarcophagus was as cold and inviting as ever. I brushed the dust from the nameplate at the head of the thing. Eve Delecroix Yup. That's me. *** The streets of Seattle were surprisingly warm, and I walked them with a little worry: I was vulnerable right now. Without mortal Sanguinir I was barely stronger than a normal man, barely faster than a cat, and totally unable to fuel any of my Talents. I'd have to take care. As I passed a few groups of people laughing or talking loudly I became keenly aware of how much fashion had changed. Boobs were on display! I couldn't believe how much skin most of the women were showing, nor the frequency with which the men were bare-armed. There were definitely less hats than I remembered. My eyes drifted over the object of my Obsession (all of our kind have one, more than blood or the night it is true obsession that drives immortality) and I saw bulges that ranged in size and orientation deliciously. Time to do some displaying of my own. I stepped into a narrow ally, walking halfway down I undid about half the buttons of my shirt, pulling it open into a lewd "V" that made no secret of the stupendous breasts beneath. Some of my sisters in the immortal life have Talents that allow them to enhance their appearance, but I'm proud that even in my mortal life my breasts were famous. At an awe-inspiring W-Cup that was no surprise, though before the invention of bras I just told people they were roughly the size of pumpkins, which satisfied most. I hadn't even made it all the way through the alley when I got what I wanted. "Hey sweetheart, where are you going?" He was heavy-set, some muscles layered with a bit of fat and a stubbly crew-cut gave him a sort of menacing look. "Wherever the fuck I want," I shot back. "I think you want the fucking to be with me," he was clumsy at language clearly, but that was fine, it wasn't his tongue I needed. Well, not for talking anyway. He moved to stand in my way, casting the butt of a cigarette against the wall. By the time the sparks had hit the ground my hand was around his Adam's apple, his body was bent painfully backwards over my knee, his arms were pin-wheeling for a strike at my but couldn't find an angle to reach for all his frantic motion. "THE FUCK!?" I ignored his cries, baring my fangs with a hiss. "Let me go!" I he begged as I sank my teeth in his wrist, drinking the sweet Sanguinir from him, swallowing a few rich gulps before pulling back with a satisfied sigh. I could feel the essence of it fill me, making my muscled and mind feel electric, not to mention the warmth of that place somehow not quite inside myself where my Talents live. "Are you some kind of vampire?!" Lord but he was pathetic now. "Yup. Now give me your wallet." "What?" "Wallet. Imbecile. Just because I'm a vampire doesn't mean I can't be a mugger too?" He struggled to reach it a few moments before handing me a simple brown affair. I fished out the cash and took his Driver's License for good measure. "Randolph Quaid," I said. "You don't look like a Randolph." He paused a long moment "Folks call me Randy." "Ah. And tell me, are you?" "Am I what?" "Randy. Do you wanna fuck?" He blinked, a little war between his fear and confusion and horniness all fighting a little battle across his face. Then his eyes drifted down, lost in the endless expanse of cleavage he was mere inches from. "Yeah okay," he finally managed. "Drop your pants," I said as I dropped him gently to the ground, taking a step back to let the man work. As I he undid his belt and dropped the rather ratty boxers beneath I took a seat on a wooden crate behind him, fishing the panties from beneath my skirt, casting them immediately to the ground. There was a clink as his belt buckle hit the ground and I looked up to assess his manhood. Well, they clearly hadn't invented some kind of working dick-grow-powder since I'd last walked awake. "Get down and lick," I commanded. He hesitated just a moment before dropping to his knees before me, leaning in to lick some pleasant nasty circles all over my permanently hairless labia, his slobber mingling with my juices as I stroked his hair. I wasn't fond of Randolph, but I would at least tolerate him for the moment. You might think I had some sort of magical Talent that allowed me to compel mortals to do what I wanted, and in truth some do have such gifts, but you'd be surprised how far a willingness to tell people what you want and a massive rack will get you in this life and the next, oh yes. *** Me and that stupendous rack hit the club with what was practically a record-scratching, party-stopping entrance. The four-hundred eyes of two hundred people snapped around to fix on me. There were the obvious jealous women, then those who were openly or closeted lesbians getting lost in the depths of my cleavage, the straight boys with the sudden bulges in their slacks, the gay gents having the briefest of second thoughts, they all took me in, drank deep in me, and each wished they were fucking me. Before the night was over, some would be, because I wanted it, and Eve Delecroix gets exactly what she wants, oh yes. Some of you are probably wanting to know what happened to poor old Randy. He really did do a stupendous job polishing my pussy up for the big night. That boy's tongue had flicked up, down, left right and all over my smooth, thick-lipped treat and I loved every minute of it. At one point I had to make sure he was tagging my clit more on those rough laps of his, but once he got the idea he was crazy for it and I was creaming into his mouth enough for him to swallow it in gulps. But, Randy, as I've mentioned didn't have enough dick to be worth my time, so I very generously allowed him to kiss each of my tits once, and sent him packing. You should have heard the little boy bitch, but sympathy is something I left that in the old days. I walked across the dance floor, letting the mortals part around me like Red Sea waves. My stride was slow, I undulated slightly as I was hunting. I engaged all of my senses. With my ears I was listening to heart beats, sorting them out one-by-one, seeking the ones that beat the right kind of fast, even rhythm. The greatest lovers always have a pulse that you can count on, just right for propelling blood around their bodies at the speed of passion, their bodies are warmer, their cocks get harder, and their lust runs ever-so-strong. My eyes were everywhere, mostly slightly down cast, any time I saw a pair of jeans that looked sufficiently stuffed with my Obsession, they would flick up and make the briefest contact with whoever was bearing those generous packages. I was surprised to note that those of African and Asian and other ambiguous decent mingled freely with the largely Caucasian populace. Times had definitely changed, and I was not sorry to see it. My nose twitched, smelling not only the Sanguinir in the place, the nuance and complexity of the sweat, but also the pheromones. It had taken me a long time to sort those out, but over centuries I'd learned to distinguish between the ones that betrayed poor lovers and those that said flat out, "Hey lady, over here, this is where the BIG balls are, come check 'em out!" When I'd circled the whole of the place once, I began to choose. There were five targets I deemed worthy, and I let my touch do the talking. "You," my fingers said as they brushed the chest of a powerfully built black man, loving the feel of his strong muscles beneath the texture of his silk shirt. "You too," they were trailing the back of a neck now. The broad shoulders with pony tail began to follow in my wake. "And you," the fingers said, grabbing a nice handful of ass on one of the studs. I gave a lingering thought to bringing the woman he was dancing with, but for my first night back from The Reverie I thought, better of it. All the dick tonight was for me and me alone. "You'll do nicely," my fingers were being flirtatious as they gently traced across the face and down the neck of the hottest Asian in the place. "And you, oh mother of god, YOU," fingers betrayed my excitement, cupping the weight of a massively heavy package as I stopped to fondle a very hot stud. I could tell he was going to put the others to shame in the size department, but I hoped it wouldn't strike them shy. They followed me up the twisting stairs, the pony-tail actually pushing his ex-girlfriend (ex as of the last 30 seconds, anyway) away as she tried to pursue, an angry look on her face. The poor thing, this was primal, this was meant to be, this was happening and there was nothing she could do about it. Does that make me a bitch? I certainly hope so. *** The VIP room was technically occupied. There was a rather handsome gentleman with a small entourage sipping Champagne, but I didn't know or care who he was. "Scram, this room is now occupied," I told him in no uncertain terms. "I was here first, buuuuuhhhh..." you can attribute his trailing off to actually turning around and looking at me. He gave me the once, twice and probably about six others over and then set his glass down. "Feel free to join us, beautiful," he finally managed to stammer out. "Hm. Let me guess, you're some kinda big actor?" I stood close enough for my tits to touch him, which, was still almost arms length away at my size. His face fell as he clearly wanted to be recognized. Not his fault I'd been asleep for decades, of course. "That's right. I'm John Blitz. Never heard of me? I'm pretty big in indie stuff right now." "Not big enough, John." I had nudged his crotch with my thigh. Nothing special going on there even though it had started to stir. "Now get out." "You can't do this! Tony, go get security!" As his good stood up I finally decided it was time to expend a little of the Sanguinir I'd sucked from Randy and I locked a gaze into the eyes of Mr. Blitz. In his head there was a sudden image, me standing over his eviscerated body, casually sucking my fingertips clean, his entourage all scattered around him in broken disarray. It was no idle threat, I could easily do this to all of them, but letting him think the thought had occurred organically gave it a lot more bite. John Blitz RAN from the room, his boys following after. They wouldn't be back. Smiling sweetly I turned to my little party of five. "Alright, boys, let's see the goods and how good they can get." There was a flurry of disrobing, and I walked around to inspect every part that came into view. The Asian was beautiful, his skin smooth, his muscles rippling. "Very nice," I complimented him as I finally engaged my sense of touch, licking the back of his neck with a slow hungry swipe of my tongue, "do you do a martial art or something?" He smirked, "Yeah, it's called basketball." I might have flushed a little at my presumptuousness; I turned to take in the larger, though less articulated physique of the blonde with the pony-tail. "mmmm," was all I could say, licking up the incredible cleft that ran all the way from his abs up between his pecs, a perfect trench of cut muscle. By the time I'd turned my attention to the guy with the nice ass, he had it on display. Not only was the butt hot, but I could see the dangle of a nice, thick dick and a shamelessly swinging pair of nuts from between his legs. It takes a man of some serious size to be visible from that angle. I licked my lips as I turned to my new black play thing, he was calmly stretching, his physique not as muscular as the first two men, but respectably built. His cock was a long affair, not especially fat but it had a much further hang than anything else on display, it drooped over a pair of large but tightly packed balls. I don't need to breathe if I don't want to, and I often forget to even when I'm putting on appearances, but as I made my final turn to the last stud I'd culled from the herd I gasped, and that gasp was involuntary. "Hoooooooooollllyyyyy..." I trailed off. That cock was way too big to be worthy of finished sentences. I dropped to my knees in front of him, still in control of the situation, but definitely a little shaken, THIS was a cock. It must have hung soft at least 6 inches, and was even thicker than the Asian guy's beer can. I reached up and cradled in both hands, letting my palms stay cool at first, then willing my Sanguinir to flow into them, warming them up hotter than human skin as I meticulously stroked and caressed the immense tube of meat, eyes growing wider as that dick just got bigger. The other cocks hoved into view, they were all rapidly hardening at the sight of my dropping the humongo-cock to un-blouse my tremendous tits, shaking them a little in celebration of the sudden freedom. I re-oriented, taking the fat Asian cock in one hand where my fingers were half an inch apart and the thinner long black guy in the other. "Put your hands to good use" I commanded the ultra-hung stud and he obligingly hefted my tits, helping himself to my cleavage, his growing cocking whipping at my throat while it flopped around, semi-soft between my breasts. The other two boys were just seven and eight inches in length (yes, exact size, I haven't needed a ruler in a hundred years) and I beckoned them each by opening my mouth. First the seven inches sawed all the way into my mouth to the balls, then I turned my head letting the eight incher in the pony-tail follow, he seemed disappointed that he didn't give me any trouble and I swallowed on his organ a few times just to rub in how easy I was handling him. The Asian was finally hard and I decided to give more attention to him a moment, favoring the seven-incher in my hand as I turned my head. That beer-can thick dick had added another inch in circumference as I had been tugging away on it and sucking the others, and he was at least a good 8 inches long if not longer. I don't have to breathe, no, but I gave him the satisfaction of a good choking noise as I shoved it on down, a lewd bulge growing in my throat before everyone's eyes as he plugged it with nothing but phallus. It was too much for the guy with the big balls and the nice ass; he went off in my hand with a groan, his cum splattering across my cheek and dripping down to streak a tit with pearl streaks. I gave him a withering look while wearing his seed, lips stretched so far around the ultra-girthy invader and he sheepishly retreated to a coach, trying to nurse his noodle back into serviceable hardness. One down; four to go. As I throated Mr. Fat cock, gargling around him a little I used my other free hand on the 8 inches I'd been sucking previously, my hand a hardworking blur on that organ, occasionally pausing to cup and paw at the balls beneath. My tits were being given a real workout by the elephant in the room around his almost-hard cock; he wasn't squeamish about rubbing the jizz into them so that my massive mounds were glistening as he beat himself off with them. Finally I coughed up the one I was sucking and moved into get a taste of his nuts, his shaft was shiny with my slobber and he leaned against a couch to steady himself as I tongue-slapped his balls all over the place. I felt an impatient thumping at my cheek and realized my poor neglected black stud had reached his full potential. I tugged a big balls as I turn my attention, letting it out of my mouth with a *pop* as I took in what must have been 9 inches of glorious dark dickmeat. I gave it a long lick (but then, what other kind could there be) along the backside of its length, tugging it down to really paint the top, then sides of that stretch-limousine of a shaft, finally paying his balls the same treatment as I had the Asians. He was packing a bigger pair of dangling black cum-bladders and I really went to town on them, my excitement was amping up. Finally I sunk the huge black babymaker deep into my mouth, giving him a few nasty gags as I *glucked* him all the way into my gullet. The sight of his huge dark balls resting against my chin must have been too much for the pony tail and he finally exploded over my other cheek and tit, giving horse-dick more lube to work with as he treated my massive tits like so much worthless fuckmeat. I was in ecstasy, my whole body crackling with the fire of life as I reveled in my obsession; the three cocks that remained before me were long fat nasty monstrosities that I wanted to pleasure until they were utterly drained. I unthroated the black cock, gasping a little for show as much as air, enjoying the sight of it drenched in thick slobber, I gave the underside a healthy lick to clean up some of my mess before turning my full attention to the behemoth between my breasts. It was easily a foot long and while not quite as thick as the Asian bat, it gave it a run for its money. This was a MAN, to be sure. I grabbed the base of it and to his surprise gave my face a few stinging swats on each cheek, loving the redness it brought to my alabaster skin. Then I plunged forward, taking him as deep as I had the black dick, but he was so huge he hit the back of my throat and threatened to bend my inside if I persisted. Oh do not doubt I could use Talent and handle the thing, but I was okay letting him be too big for me just now. He certainly wasn't complaining as he gathered up my red hair and pumped his hips, knocking my tonsils for a loop with each savage thrust of that magnificent mammoth cock. With a reluctant and horrific gurgling gargle I released his shaft, panting hotly into his dangling balls, easily the biggest pair on display, rubbing my lips and nose into that massive sack as I re-gathered myself for what was to come. "Alright Dinosaur-Dick, I want you to fucking FUCK me, do you understand?" "Oh you're gonna get fucking fucked!" he roared, drawing me up and throwing me bodily over the couch, not caring as my face and tits ended up plastered together in a seat as he lined up his ultracock for my cunt. I bit fangs-deep into the fabric as he entered me, claiming what had gone untouched for so many years. The only lubricant besides what my poor cunt was putting out was my spit, and that was not enough to keep it from hurting... ...hurting so good as I screamed, a mind-rending orgasm shot through me. The tongue I'd enjoyed already had been a good warm up, but THIS is what my cunt was built for, withstanding punishment that only the biggest boys could put out. My scream was not long-lived though, the man with the beautiful almond eyes and massively thick organ plugged my mouth right up, and though I was careful to retract my fangs to avoid cutting him, his girth forced my teeth open, almost unhinging my jaw as he plowed his way in. What We Suck Besides Blood Ch. 02 It was night again, and though my prey and pleasure had gathered their sweaty, sexy overly muscled bodies and moved on into the daylight long ago, I was still sleeping on a couch in the Vampire Ingestion Pad as I'd mentally redubbed it. Important people? No such thing. I went to the mirror, which, of course, cast no reflection until I chose to expend some of my Sanguinir on it. I was sloshing with the stuff now anyway. Each of the five hunks had agreed to feed me a little of their blood. I'm not sure they were all the vampire-loving types or anything, but as usual, when it comes to persuasion, huge tits. The club was quiet when I finally went downstairs. I'd been alive long enough that I could always tell when that flaming fucker in the sky had set below the horizon and I was free to move. There were a few pre-stragglers, the kinds of losers who would show up way too early and leave way too late, most were ugly, and, ultimately, would settle for each other when all was said and done. The hot chicks and studs showed up when they wanted and would leave with whomever they wanted. There were a few things about this time that I found unnerving. For one thing, there were the phones. After everyone was drained the night before I'd asked about the blinking, strokeable technology, and was surprised to learn they were communicating with people, or looking at some sort of big gestalt brain humans had pieced together. It was a fascinating thought, like mankind had basically become telepathic while I slept. One even showed me other people having sex on the screen of his; this was an age that would doubtless prove dangerously distracting. Oh there were other changes. Cars that ran what seemed to be far too quiet, a general lack of serious religious devotion, and what seemed to be endless new options for food and libation. Ah food, I missed that most of all about my mortal life. I'd never been a prolific eater, but centuries of going without had left me somewhat wishing I'd weighed 500 pounds before I'd had my Rebirth. Ah well, at least I suppose I never quite knew what I was missing, only that I was missing something and that can haunt a girl. This is one of the ways Obsession keeps our kind safe and sane. Without it, we'd focus so much on what we were missing, daylight and water and children. Even an Obsession as undignified as mine was necessary, and other Vampires had all sorts of things to focus on. In my life I'd known great artists, architects, engineers, warriors, lovers and all sorts of other devoted Reborn. Those vampires too stubborn or remorseful to form true Obsession could not live. Inevitably they chose death, or, through self-neglect, let it choose them. Well, my Obsession was still satiated from last night's activities, so I devoted my time to roaming around the city, sniffing. I knew that once I smelled a healthy enough repository of Sanguinir I'd have found my kind. As I roamed I was surprised to smell it coming from a museum, and the scent was so familiar I could even name she who bore the aroma. There were security guards, who, judging by their actions when I approached, were largely paid to stand around looking stupid and ogle boobs all day. "Hey, boys." I said as I stopped in front of them. "Bwuh-bahhhh, muh, hi miss." One of them finally managed. "I'm here to see Ophelia. I know she's in there somewhere." They nodded, seeming unsure how to proceed. "Well don't just stand there, let me in!" I folded my arms impatiently. The two finally looked to one another and shrugged, and then unlocked and flung the doors opened. I stalked on clicking heels through the empty art exhibits, my eyes seeing them as clearly as if the rooms were lit. I found her standing before some modernist work with a lot of color and not much substance. She was painting, palette in one hand, defacing what hung on the wall into something far more beautiful. It was elegant the way she destroyed and created as a single action, both erasing and improving what some poor mortal had probably spent way too long on. It was her Obsession, art, and because she was engaged in it, she could not really hear me enter nor notice my presence. The Obsessions sustain us, yes, but they also bring out our greatest vulnerabilities. "Ophelia," I said, my voice echoing in the utter emptiness before us. She dropped the brush and palette with a clatter. "EVE! YOU RIGHTEOUS BITCH!" Her accent was still lightly French. I knew the little show-off could speak with whatever accent she damned well pleased, but felt that French was somehow more "artsie" so she tended to stick with it. She launched across the room, her age, so superior to mine granting her speed I'd likely never match, her arms lashing out to deliver one harsh slap to each of my cheeks, knocking me a little silly, only then she had wrapped me up in a big full-bodied hug. I laughed, "Ophelia, good to see you too." I squirmed a little in her grasp, something definitely felt different and I pushed her back, staring down at her tank top. "What in the name of the night happened to your TITS!?" I was astonished at the size of them, she'd never been flat-chested, but the pair she was sporting now were only a few sizes smaller than my absurd knockers, and suspiciously high on her chest. Rudely I leaned for ward and rubbed my breasts against her again, pressing in a little to gauge consistency. Now she laughed, stepping back and lifting her shirt, showing off the unnaturally buoyant globes. "I know what you're thinking, and it's not Talent sister, I wouldn't waste my precious Sanguinir on keeping my boobs big. These are implants!" "Impwhast?" I blinked. "Mortals got jealous of us being able to change our parts so they invented a better way of doing it. Instead of all that concentration and draining your valuable resources to upsize, they just stick a bunch of stuff inside and BOOM go the bombs, instant supertits." "Hm. Think I should upgrade?" I smirked, rubbing my superior size in her face was one of my greatest joys. She might be older, wiser, stronger, faster and debatably my equal at fucking, but even with whatever she'd done to her rack, she still wasn't as busty and probably never would be. Giggling I grabbed her spikey-haired head and wrenched her face into my cleavage, really rocking my tits around her for a moment. She pulled back and slapped me one last time for good measure. "You just did that to watch them jiggle." I taunted. "Bitch." She said, shaking her head and returning to her work. After she was finally done I asked, "So where do all the vamps hang out now?" She grinned, "Oh you're going to love this." *** The sign out front said, "Angst" and the music was a little slower paced than last nights, though it still pounded out through the walls in that same impressive way the other clubs did. In addition to making breasts bigger, humans had really found a way to kick up the bass. When we stepped inside I stopped to marvel. The customers were young, and almost entirely garbed in either all black or all white. Hair was dyed a crazy range of colors, often two or three or more at once. Almost everyone, boy or girl was wearing makeup, especially thick eye-liner that did nothing to conceal itself the way properly done makeup should. The scent of Sanguinir was thick in the air, this place was either packed with The Reborn, or, they just chose to hang out there a lot. "They worship us." Ophelia explained as we made our way to a sort of dais. A bright sign that glowed in blacklight said "Reserved" on it. "That's for us." I blinked and sat next to her, marveling at everything I saw. There were definitely some sexy people here I was going to be interested in later, but for the moment I just wanted to take it all in. The mortals here, for lack of a better term, were Coquettish. They each took time to make furtive glances in our general directions, trying to encourage us to make eye contact even as they were clearly scared to make it themselves. I couldn't help but smirk as I caught a little look of annoyance flicker across Ophelia's countenance, I think because she noticed my tits were the pair drawing the majority of stares now. She might have missed me, but she clearly didn't miss that. But Ophelia is nothing if not adaptable, and she made that clear when she suddenly reached over and caressed my thigh, lettering her hand get low enough to lift my skirt up with the motion. She leaned over at the same time and whispered into my ear, "Come on hon, let's give them a show." I should have known this was coming. Ophelia was considerably more bisexual than myself, and over the centuries she'd never wasted an opportunity to fuck me whenever I'd let her. I don't dislike the company of women, and some are very good at it, Ophelia especially, but women do not cater to my Obsession, so it's rare I let her. But I was in a rare mood. I turned towards her, suddenly attacked her mouth with mine, and let our kissing lips melt into one another, her hands grazed over the fabric of my dress and found my hardening nipples, she gave them both a hard squeeze, and in the middle of this so-called "Goth" club, it was on. *** The kissing was feral, passionate, hot and messy. As much as I may go on about how straight I am, there is just something delicious about Ophelia and as we sucked and kissed at each other's lips, tongue's flicking out for greedy tastes and curling pulls into each other's mouths I had to admit it was definitely turning me on. The nipples she'd pinched were already hard and I began to feel them throb a little in response to my arousal. I couldn't go on without retaliating her tits, and I grabbed her top and RIPPED it in half. Even she was a bit surprised and gave a little gasp as I dove face first into her splendorous firm titflesh, slowly licking around the full breasts, carefully avoiding the nipples but always getting closer and closer to them, alternating breasts every few dozen licks and laps. Soon she was squirming, shifting uncomfortably in her chair as I spiraled my tongue around her areolas, and still leaving her succulent little gumdrops neglected. She'd had enough, and soon she was trying to force the issue, tangling her fists in my long red hair she shoved my face for her nips, clearly angry when I turned this way and that, denying her, letting the mortals in the club get a good view of her inadvertently titslapping the ever-loving hell out of me. When I finally pulled away to her frustrated whimpers my hair was a mussed-up mess and her nipples were still dry. "What do I have to do to get you to suck my tits, bitch!?" she angrily demanded. "Get me wet first." I responded, leaning back and spreading my legs wide. She glared at me, biting her lower lip until it was white, but finally relented, dropping those mammoth bosoms between my thighs and going to work. I lifted my skirt so the audience could see as she could attack my smooth, thick cunt-lips, making out with them with even greater ferocity than she had my mouth, her voracious licks and slurps drawing the cream from me in a chin-polishing flow of moisture. I stroked her spikey hair, smirking at the audience with a sort of arrogant air of superiority. Then she turned the tables on me! I don't know if she powered her tongue with some unknown Talent or if this was just a trick of the centuries, but suddenly her tongue was a blur on my clit, flicking in and out of her mouth as a speed faster than any vibrator could vibrate. My face reddened and I gasped for breath, for real, not faking, I couldn't help it this time, and to the delight of the audience I was suddenly squirting. She took some of it in the face, but then angled herself so that my abruptly bursting cunt juice showered nastily into the crowd. Oh the mortals clamored to lick it up of course, I've been told my juices are like sweet nectar and they did nothing to dissuade me as they tongued droplets from each other's cheeks or opened wide to catch it as it rained through the air. Ophelia the smug bitch just stood to one side, smiling at her own handy(or tonguey)work as I worked my way through the dense cluster of orgasms. When I was finished I felt week, and barely managed to sit myself upright. Ophelia reached down and cupped my face in her hands. "I win." I blinked a few times as she leaned in and kissed me deep, sharing my juices with me, then as she pulled back she said, "Let's pick some mortals. You must want some proper deep-dickng after all that." She tore my dress away as she helped me to stand. I wearily nodded and stood, the pair of us, now both topless made our way through the audience, their hands outstretched to get just a touch of our flawless skin as we passed. Ophelia looked over them all and began to point at our prey. I should clarify something now. My Obsession is with fucking, that is the thing which sustains me and keeps me going. Ophelia cares only about art, and while she mixes business with pleasure at every opportunity, she wants that pleasure to be visually compelling, to make a statement and above all to strike the eye in some way that is new and forces the viewer to reconsider themselves based on what they see. When she picks lovers she does not inspect them for superior equipment or musculature the way that I might, no, her picks are much more random. To my relief, she did point out two of the hotter studs in the club, tall muscular boys, but these came along with a short, weedy little number with tousled blonde hair, a few girls, and an anorexic-looking young man with red hair. Ew. I know, I know, I'm a red-head, and there are a few guys who can pull it off, but most ginger men just do nothing to get my juices flowing. I hoped she was going to let me have the studs. We borrowed a couple of large coats to cover our acres of naked boob and then we were back out into the night. "I know a good place," I said as we left with our new entourage. She nodded her ascent and followed me the several blocks to my club, "Hedonist" as I'd learned it was called. We led the group up to my VIP room and she began stripping clothes and giving orders for where the pining Goths should stand to receive her sexual blessing. Fidgety and impatient I finally tapped her shoulder, "Can I have one of the muscle-studs?" I asked. "Nope." She said. "Actually darling, I'm sorry but you're just not part of this tableau." I gaped at her. "But..But this is MY club!" "And these are my Goths. You can stroke your clit and watch if you want." My face went red as fury rose within me. Decades of absence and this was how she was treating me? I grabbed the studlier of the two stud's arms and yanked, "come on beefcake, we're leaving." We had only gotten three steps when Ophelia was before me. "Out of the way, bitch!" I growled. She casually slid a hand moving at super-sonic speeds between our fingers and pride my grip off. My attempt at a slap only met air and she came back around with a brutal backhand that sent me sprawling. Before I could gather myself she'd grabbed my hair and casually dragged me across the floor, sending me halfway across the threshold with a painful kick in the ass. Sulkily I looked back over my shoulder on all fours and fought to control my voice so it didn't come out in the injured tone I was feeling. "Please, give me someone, I need nourishment." It was still whinier than I wanted. She rolled her eyes, looked over her studs, and shoved the blonde my way. "There. He's rich in gothy goodness. Now kindly fuck off while I get my fuck on." Thanks for nothing, bitch, I thought as I took the kids hand and led him. We went out to the back alley which was mercifully free of people and I shoved him up against the wall, bending his head away by the hair to get a healthy bite of that neck. He wasn't much to look at, but at least his blood was sweet. Very sweet, in fact, and I had to fight to keep myself from drinking too much, I was clearly going to want him alive later for nutritional purposes. "You're delicious!" I purred. "Uh, thanks." He managed. His voice was high, unsure. I'd later learn he was nineteen but he had the look of a couple years younger. "What's your name?" He asked, finally. "I don't mean to be forward, but uh, you did just, um, drink my blood and all." "Eve." I said. "Stick with me kid, I'll see if I can't find a way to uh, repay your kindness." "Well uh, I mean, I kinda went with you guys 'cause I thought I might get laid." I sighed, "Kid, you're cute and all, but I like real men. Big guys, ya know? But maybe I can find you some mortal girl who'd be into the adorable-puppy thing you've got going on." He looked a little dejected, but nodded. "Alright. You mind if I take a leak before we go?" "Knock yourself out." I could barely remember the constant burden of needs as a mortal. Sure, I missed some of them sometimes but after centuries, the idea of sneaking off somewhere to have water shoot out of me almost felt alien. I look back as he was finishing up, his pants around his ankles while he trickled the last of his stream against the wall. He bent down to pick them up and my jaw tried to hit the floor. His dick was SO long it swung down behind him as he bent to gather his jeans, to say nothing of the preposterous pair of potato-sized balls dangling behind it. I was staring silently as he got up and buckled his unbelievable cock away. When he turned to look at me I was still zoned out. "Erm, Eve, is something wrong?" he asked. I shook off my daze. "Oh no, kid, no. In fact, something about tonight just went VERY right. You're gonna help me get revenge." What We Suck Besides Blood Ch. 03 Hey all, I hope this scene tides you over to the next one. If you want to inspire me to write faster, give me your flattery and scorn and everything else via the contacts page here. ***** First I'd have to road-test the merchandise. Okay, I didn't *have* to, I wanted to. "What's your name, kid?" I asked as I pulled him into the lady's room with me and locked the door. "Ian. What are we doing?" "We're fucking. I'm about to rock your world, Ian." "I thought you said you only were into big guys." He was baffled as I fumbled to get his shirt from him, shedding the coat I was wearing to stand nude save for my heels before him. "I am. You're huge!" I threw the shirt aside. He really had nothing to work with torso-wise, his stomach was completely flat and shapeless, his pecs were virtually non-existent, and his biceps were barely bigger than his wrists. But even dangling soft, his cock was at least that thick, I had just exposed it by sundering his pants, he yelped at the tear of fabric which freed his dinosaur-dick and ostrich-egg sized balls. "Please, miss, I—" "SHUT UP!" I barked, not wanting his protest to distract from the glory of this moment. This was my Obsession. This was why I bothered to stay alive for so long. Cocks. Big, meaty throbbing, gorgeous delicious nasty cunt-splitting throat-gagging, mouth-watering COCKS. This was my first true monster in so long, I had to savor it. I started simply enough, grabbing the long limp thing just below the head I brought up to my face and gave it two very wet licks, relishing the texture of it, the ridge of the glans, the dip of his cumslit, sheer wideness of it. Once the dick's dome was glistening with moisture I closed my eyes and in sheer ecstasy proceeded to just rub it on my face, loving the feel of its velvety softness where it kissed my cheeks, my forehead, my jaw, my lips, my super-senses gauging the tiniest tremor of tumescence as it engorged slowly with blood. It was like the cock was savoring me as much as I was savoring it. We were going to get along fine. I tilted the head up let the shaft do the same next, amazed that his immense shaft was big enough to hide most of my face in, even soft, I rolled the massive meat over all of my features with as much love and reverence as I had his head. Somehow, I couldn't help but just sigh into the skin, letting it coil and loop in its still-soft state to cover more and more of my countenance. Lustily I dropped the head, letting is fall with perfect aim right between my breasts, rolling my shoulders and back to undulate it deeper and deeper into my cleavage, gravity and practice causing it to slither almost snake-like into the vast valley of my tit-divide. His breath caught in his throat, the softness of me overwhelming him. I could use Sanguinir to make my skin warm for him, but I didn't want to, the cold would keep him holding back for me, would let me take my time. I seized my tits in the palms of my hands; while they were far too big to truly hold that way, the combination of momentum and my arms let me wriggle and jiggle them all over the seeming hectare of cock I had to work with. I leaned in to give him a kiss, right above the root of his cock, the skin extra-soft there, then to what must have been his disappointment, I slowly un-boobed his cock, drawing it with a hand up and up until the first few inches of it was resting on my head. This was so I could get at his balls. Those potent, manly spheres were just hanging there, powerful and ponderous, pulsing periodically with what must have been anticipation of what I would do next. I slid forward, loving the feel of his semi-soft cock rubbing its way through my hair, the way it drooped down the back, touching my neck as it plunged towards my back. I liked it so much I moved too fast, literally smacking myself in the face with heavy nutmeat, his scrotum's wrinkled skin swallowing the front part of my head. I stuck out my tongue, swabbing it all over, slowly working on polishing the perfect pouch, slurping nastily so that I could get every morsel of his delicious young musk. The flavor was a wonderful prelude to the cum that was inside, and I knew I'd be getting that soon enough. My tongue swirled and slapped and slurped and slathered. Silvery strands of slobber slicked the surface of his sack and even his clear trepidation couldn't stop a horny moan from escaping his young mouth. I pulled back again, parting ways with his balls by way of a slobbery little kiss on the seam of his scrotum. "Oh Ian, there are pleasures you're going to get to experience that lesser men never could. Ever had your cock swallowed while it was still soft?" "I've never had it swallowed at aHHH!" his voice cracked as I made good on my threat, glurking and glorking like a farm animal swallowing something too big for it to chew, working my practiced throat muscles hard to urge the still wet cock deep into my gullet. With considerable difficulty, my lips met his balls, kissing them again as my tongue lashed out to taste them, throat spiraling around his dick in nasty deep gagging motions. His fists tangled in my hair, seizing control of my head as I toyed with his gob-stoppingly giant cock; finally I had sucked an ounce of manliness out of him, and while he was still a shy boy who had a lot to learn, taking what he wanted by instinct because I made him want it was an excellent start. Not quit knowing what to do, he rocked my neck around a little, gasping with pleasure as the new angles intensified the pleasure on new parts of his dick, then he pushed my head back, my throat greedily clinging to every centimeter that tried to escape, working hard to recapture him as he pulled out. The sound of that somewhat harder cock leaving my throat was not unlike that of a giant rock being cast into a muddy swamp, but in reverse, the POP of the water being splashed in coming at the end, and the insane burst of slobber was rather like the result of a cannonball dive. I rasped for breath as his dick bobbed dangerously over one of my shoulders, tapping my cheek urgently yet delicately. He found some more of that emerging masculinity as he seized the base of it and gave my cheek a little smack. "Open up, and, uh, do that again," he tried to sound commanding, but he was still learning clearly. But the cockslap was a compelling argument and I opened wide, happily gagging his dick down for an even deeper trip into my body, his dick hollowing out my throat as it grew fatter and fatter, pushing air in that I'm embarrassed to say I could only let out in a nasty wet belch around his deep-thrusting cock. This time as he came out of my throat his cock was finally rock hard. I was amazed that he was as much a grower as a shower and what towered over me was nothing short of an imagination-defying obelisk of opulent manhood. I was almost twice as long as my forearm and just as thick, it cast a shadow that dominated the tiny bathroom and my eyes widened, hungrily traversing every criss-crossing vein that coursed all over the humongous shaft. I worked another trick that hundreds of years had taught me, hyper-extending my jaw open, giving myself a moment to adjust to the pain as I desperately hornked one of his ton-weight testes into my face. I sucked too hard and too deep too fast, almost forcing my stomach into reverse as I let the giant ball burst my neck wide in a bulging display of grotesque nutlove, unthroating it with a dozen thick ropes of drool still clinging to it, joining my face to his sack, partners in crime. He used my hair again, tilting my face back to teabag me now, the weight of his stones like some overstuffed crate of sloshing cum. His other ball took the same trip as its twin, ravaging my throat into a gaped mess, he used it to fish the slobbery load from deep inside me and then smeared it all over my face, bouncing his sizable sack, sneering arrogantly down as he battered my gasping form with his nuts. This was an act of ownership, and though I knew I was the one who really held the leash here, I couldn't help but get lost in the fantasy. This brought back memories. My cunt was a geyser of cream at this point and I reached down to rub at it, grinding my hand against the clit as sheer cockworshipping bliss brought me to climax again and again. Finally I pushed him back, gracefully moving to clumsily sit my ass in the sink, spreading my legs wide for him. As his cock entered me it was a jolt, but I had to consider myself lucky since he only got fatter and fatter until his thickest part at the base. I bit his shoulder, not using my fangs, just having to take the overwhelming feeling out on something as he fed me inch after inch of endless cock, moaning and howling his way through every little motion of his hips. He met enough resistance that he was only buried half inside of me before he felt the need to pull back. I only enjoyed the briefest respite from super-gaping I was getting before he viciously drove back in, coring me out with savagery that made my poor pummeled pussy weep rivulets of juice that flowed down his cock like an aqueduct. We were both surprised by his sudden orgasm, the sheer force of his fat cumblasts making my cunt tremble and torque as it answered with orgasmic salvos of its own, my legendary squirting bathing him in juice as he sawed in and out. Round after round of his thick, hot cum. I was going to have to teach him to hold on longer, but that would come with time. For this stud's first at-bat, he had absolutely knocked it out of the park. He was cumming for a long time, I'd guess maybe ten full shots from the way his monumental member was pulsing, and then he pulled out and absolutely HOSED me with his dick juice. There were big ball-fulls for each of my temples, my hair, my forehead, my cheeks, my nose my chin, each eye, my neck and then at least half dozen salvos for my super-sized tits. By the time I'd wiped the sheet of cum from my eyes so I could open them again I had to laugh at what I saw in the mirror. I was, of course, not casting a reflection, but I was wearing so much of his boiling sperm you could see a perfect outline of my face, shoulders, hair and huge tits, gooey drops the only thing that betrayed my presence in the silvery glass surface, like I was a being made of cum. But then, that's about what I felt like. I'd need time to train this magnificent specimen of horse-cock, but Ophelia was fucking in for it, that much was sure. I stepped out of the restroom with renewed vigor. Not only was I filled with the suspiciously delicious sanguinir of this ultra-hung stud, but visions of what I would do with him danced in my head. He wasn't there yet. He was wimpy, he came too quickly, he was skittish, and he didn't know the first thing about pleasing a woman. But he had that COCK. The other things could be taught if he was the learning kind, dicks like his on the other hand you were born with or not. "Come along, Ian," I commanded as I walked with him out onto the street. He scampered somewhat to keep up, doing his best lost puppy face behind. I let myself consume some of the sanguinir I had in reserve and leapt twelve feet up to the bottom of a fire escape, turning and extending a hand down for Ian. "Jump!" I intoned. He took a running leap and just barely managed to snag my hand, looking shocked as I hauled him with unnatural strength onto the metal platform. Together we walked the wrought-iron flights until we came to the rooftop, the view of the city's incandescence below was magnificent. "You were at a Goth club that worships Vampire-kind. Do you want to be one?" He gasped, "More than anything!" "I may choose to give you that gift, Ian, to allow you what we call Rebirth, but you're going to need to be worthy of it. Do you think you can be worthy?" "I...I can try." His voice was solemn when he said it. "Good." I dug into my bra for some of the money I'd stolen and handed him a dense wad of hundred-dollar bills. Oh don't misunderstand, they didn't all come from that guy I robbed right after awakening, I'm always stealing. Always. Every club I'd moved through since ending my Reverie, every person I'd sized up, I'd used my unmatched speed to snatch through purses, wallets, billfolds, whatever I could find. I was a good pickpocket before my Rebirth, and after I'd begun to develop my dark Talents I was unstoppable. He gaped at the money. "Take this. You are going to use some of it to join a gym, where you will sign on with a personal trainer. You will take more of it and buy yourself some goddamned proper clothes. Let a clerk help dress you. Tomorrow night, I want you to come find me in front of "Club Baby Seals" in the suit and we'll get started with what else I can teach you. He stuffed the bills into his pocket frantically, nodding the whole time. This was going to be a challenge, but I was confident we were both about to rise to it. What We Suck Besides Blood Ch. 04 Hey all, I've been writing up a storm lately and I'll try to get back into a regular posting schedule. Contact me via my contact info page to get updates! ***** Without my VIP room to go back to, I'd need to find a new place to sleep during the day. Something impermeable to light, comfortable, and ideally close to groups of people in case I woke up hungry. I roamed the city a while without much luck, fearing the oncoming dawn. Finally, I reluctantly settled for the basement of an almost-abandoned tenement building. It was possible I'd have competition from bums, but a quick flash of fangs usually drives them away from both me AND the bottle. I lay down moodily next to an out-of-order washing machine and slept, and in my sleep, I dreamed of the past. *** He had been the most incredible fuck of my life, the one who Delivered me. My existence hadn't exactly been great up until I'd met him. Born to a mid-level aristocrat during Victoria's reign I'd lived a humiliating life stuffing my enormous breasts into corsets and mostly staying indoors, away from the staring eyes of the outside world. But try though my father might to keep me from a life of ill-repute, the young and old men would not stop calling. Finally, just after my 18th birthday, I finally gave in to the advances of a handsome young duke's son and let him see what I looked like without a corset. My father walked in as I was having my very first, gushy, squirting orgasm. As it turned out, my body liked sex a great deal, and as soon as this information was conveyed to my brain, years of hard-locked depression fell away in an instant. Sex was incredible and I wanted more of it. I didn't even care who I'd have to hurt to get it. My father, however, was not on board with this plan and banished me from his house and home. I journeyed as far as I could. While the propriety of the time did not allow me to legally spend money on my own, a flash of either coin or cleavage was currency enough to see me to France, and there, I found myself working beneath the cruel tutelage of a pimp named Adam Smith, which was fitting, given that he was quite the entrepreneur. I became one of his star attractions, and for five years I fed my endlessly hungry cunt a steady diet of cocks in all shapes and sizes. Or so I thought. It was a late-night caller who came to me in my private chambers. Normally, Johns picked me out of a lineup of other less impressively endowed girls, but this one strolled right in. He was gorgeous. Tall and lean with a perfect pale complexion and long dark hair he wore in a braid. He couldn't have been a nobleman with so scandalous a style, yet the wealth he held was evident in his dress and manner. Who was this caller? "Bon Soir, beautiful. Are you the one Mr. Smith said had breasts like overripe cantaloupes?" I scowled. Adam was seriously selling me short. "You tell me." I purred, leaning back and pulling my blankets down, revealing the pendulous pair that had made Smith a fortune and kept a roof over my head. His eyes went wide a moment as he took them in. "He sold you short!" the man said, echoing my thoughts perfectly. I smiled. "So, how much time did you buy with me?" "All of it, my little strumpet. I am going to fuck you better than you've ever been fucked, and then I am going to kill you with nothing but pleasure still in your mind. La petit mort, followed by la actual mort." "But... but why?" I asked, horrified. "Because this is my Obsession, Power, currently manifested as perfect acts of carnal desire followed by perfect deaths. It is the dance I will play out as long as I walk this earth. It sustains me." I thought on this a long moment, and formulated a plan. "Let's get it on then, stud. If you're going to be my last fuck, let's make it count!" He scowled. "Usually there's more fear involved." "Yeah, well, sorry, I guess," I said. Then suddenly I was on my knees before him, greedily attacking the lacing on his trousers. I couldn't help but gasp at what flopped out of those, and in response he couldn't help but smile. "Mon dieu!" I hefted the great limp member in both hands. It was the first I'd ever seen that could fit two while still soft. I looked up at him, and said in all earnestness, "now I see that it is a kindness you kill who you fuck. It would be cruel to give this to a poor whore like myself and then take it away forever. Better I be dead!" And then I was sucking it, selfishly slurping the thick member so that it curled and ground into my cheeks, tongue flicking all over it, tasting the head, the shaft, the cumslit, swirling around the glans, tracing every vein and surface. It was an odd thing, his cock was curiously cold, yet it was somehow a cold I found as pleasant as warmth. He groaned, hands bunching up in my long locks of hair, but not really guiding my head; he wanted to see what I could or would do of my own volition. I applied all my artifice, hard won over the hundreds of men I'd lain with, testing different kinks and perversions to see what made him react the most. This strange and gorgeous would-be killer was getting treated to the works of years of experience and craft. I spat his dick out, still semi-soft and admired its now dripping, glistening length, already bigger than any other cock I'd admired. Seizing its root I began to flagellate myself, alternating slow rubs of that prodigious and potent prong against the smooth skin of my face to punishing myself with it in long wet slaps, battering my own head around with his dick. He looked almost afraid, clearly amazed, here was a madness he'd never witnessed. It was my tits next, his cock was near hardness and I used that rigidity to really smack the poor girls around, laying into the vastness of my titflesh with his cock like it was a club, making the humongous boobs jiggle and ripple, swaying around my chest in wild orbits, the drool I'd left his cock coated in staining my corset-killers in straight thick paths that portrayed his huge club of a cock in glistening paint. Then, as though to show him I meant business I slapped the fat fuckstick between them and used my arms and hands to gather them around, bobbing my torso back and forth to give him the titfucking of his life. He howled in surprise and glee as I worked, changing things up from a steady bounce into what I can only describe as a sort of general mauling of his tremendous tool with my tits, I'd grind one against the base of his shaft and the other against his tip from opposite directions, then change it up. His was the first cock I had ever seen large enough to protrude from the top of my cleavage and I took full advantage of this, sucking his now iron-hard cockhead while I bashed the rest of it around between my boobs. He seemed less and less in control the more down to it I got and I took advantage of his seemingly weakened state, shoving him back against the bed so he abruptly sat, cock thumping his muscled stomach and chest from the momentum. I put my hands on his thighs and got low, tasting and teasing at his dangling balls. I would come to see bigger in my life, but at the size of large eggs these were a challenge. I swabbed my tongue all over them as best I could, and even let them enjoy a few minutes between my slobber-soaked sacks of titmeat, but I was not yet sure of how to suck them in these proportions. But he was not complaining, not when I licked all the way up and down his cock, attacking every side of it with my tongue. Not when I greedily tongue-lashed his nuts a second time. Not when I let that tongue flick dangerously down his taint, and especially not when I spread his legs wide and let my tongue polish away at his ass. From the way he gasped and clenched I could tell no woman had ever done this for him before, and I was a little proud of the reaction I got out of him. For all my skill, I could not yet deepthroat, but he did not complain when I tugged his dick into a straight line and impaled my wanton mouth on it, gagging harshly on the wideness of him as he violated my throat, or, rather, I violated my throat with him. He seemed beyond action as I gagged and gargled and gurgled him deeper and deeper with each harsh bounce of my head. "GLURCHGLURCHGLURCH!" Was the only sound in the room for what seemed long minutes, but I was finally forced to pull back, gasping for breath, and in my least ladylike moment a loud belch. "Hibbuh, gwa, hngh!?" he managed to say. "Shut up and fuck me," I intoned, spreading my legs wide and straddling his giant drool-covered organ. Even with the shower of lubrication my hungry cunt was belting out and the impressive coating of slobber, this cock was a rough ride. I didn't so much slip the head inside myself as let it batter me apart, my turn to gasp as pleasure shot through me, his gargantuan girth working almost like a ram, one that let all the good sensations in once it had crashed through the tightness of me. "OH FUCKING FUCK ME! FUUUUUCK!" I wailed, again, so ladylike as he began to pump his hips, eager to let his hulking hammer taste more of my cunt, claiming inches at every thrust of his prick. I moaned louder and louder, fingers clawing at his back as he and gravity teamed up to overfeed my cunt, some pain making me hiss as it bottomed out at my deepest depths, shockwaves of punching pressure reaching my poor ovaries. But if this was to be my last fuck, I would not go gentle into that good night, oh no. "Come on you coward, FUCK ME!" I screamed savagely in his face as I climaxed, the messy splattering orgasm puddling between us, dripping from his balls, running down his legs. "Challenge accepted." He said coldly back, finally seeming to have regained some sense of his self. He lifted me high, and, without ever leaving my cunt spun both of us so that he was on top of me, my legs spread wide around his hips as he began to really go to work. He fucked like the supernatural thing he was, the speed of his hips becoming a blur, the cruel depths of his thrusts hurting in almost equal measure to the unimaginable pleasure he was bringing, it was like my organs were reshaping to somehow fit all of him. He fucked and pounded and drilled away, and my cunt became a thing almost separate from myself, a white-hot beacon of pleasure that burned away all the layers of reality and left me floating inside myself. At first there was nothing but sound, the marching-drum slap of his pendulous testicles swatting my ass, the squelching wet noises of my cunt receiving him, sucking at him as he withdrew, the drip of liquid, though whether it was my sweat or the juices he was blasting from me I could not be sure. Then it was like I was snapped back to reality as he growled, the slap of his balls ceasing as they bunched tight to his body, his teeth becoming fangs as he let loose completely pumping his hips harder and faster yet, thick salvos of boiling spunk flowing into me. I could feel every spurt, not just as it erupted and coated my inner walls, but even as it traveled up his cock, the long journey from his balls through his cum-channel to the exit a rippling sort of sensation that eked another orgasm out of me with every blast. I was smiling and sobbing at once as he finally pulled his still-spurting cock out and lewdly spattered my tits with his load, growling and groaning in ecstasy. He finally collapsed next to me, fighting for breath. At that time I didn't realize he didn't need to breathe, and didn't understand just what a flattering compliment it was that I could draw his mortal instincts out of him just by fucking him. "So," I panted back, "how are you gonna kill me?" He thought a long moment. "I'm not." "Well, I don't need you to pay either, handsome. That was incredible." "I'm not going to kill you..." he said, fixing me with a look, "A talent like yours deserves to live forever. I am going to Deliver you into a new eternal life." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Can you stand?" he asked right back. "Shakily." "Come here, beautiful." He drew me by my hands to a standing position and walked me over to a mirror. "Repeat after me, while looking at your reflection." And then he fed me the lines. "I, Eve Delecroix, renounce my life in the name of eternity on earth, oblivion beyond it, and obsession that will transcend both. I offer in exchange my blood, my reflection, and my soul. Deliver me into Rebirth." As I finished intoning these words, he swiped a single finger against the reflection of my neck in the mirror, opening a vast wound. I put a hand to my own neck and found it quite unharmed, even as the mirror-me bled, and thrashed, and ultimately fell out of view. I felt quite faint and collapsed. When I awoke, I was Reborn, a fledgling vampiress. What We Suck Besides Blood Not to be ignored, the black stud came in from the side, mauling my tits in his greedy hands as his huge black cock tucked up between them, fucking away at my tits with even more fervor than the humongous cock now tearing up my cunt had shown. I was cumming in rivulets now, the biggest studs cock was white with cream each time he pulled out, drilling more and more liquid from me like oil, staining my thighs, the couch, the floor, and dripping from his balls. And oh those balls, now in full fuck mode those butt-bruisers were knock hard against my clit and thighs, battering more orgasms out me than his cock could do alone. I was becoming mad with pleasure. I grabbed the girthy cock that was choking me off by the balls and made him back off a little, "Go fuck my cunt, fat-dick," I commanded. I turned and looked over my shoulder and up at the huge cuntripper in his work, sweat beading on his forehead as he had his way with me, "You, make some room for him by fucking my ass. No way I can handle two of you in one hole!" As they switched, and in a considerate touch timed their repositioning to both enter me at the same time I had an orgasm that hit me with so much force I couldn't hold back my unnatural strength, tearing the couch in half around me as they fucked me down to the floor, taking me not so much in doggy-style, but more a fully prone pile-drive. There was nowhere for my pelvis to go with each hammering stroke of giant dicks in my cunt and ass, the full impact of their savage drives reverberating the whole of my body, I was delirious with delight, and only too eager to suck the everliving FUCK out of the black cock that was presented to my mouth. I had barely wet that dark meat before he robbed me of my prize, drawing his dick from my throat with a nasty noise and lifting it up, presenting me with his formidable balls instead, challenging my lips a little wrap even one up into my mouth. His thick slab of cock beat wetly against my forehead as I worshipped those nuts, tonguing and tasting every crease and wrinkle of his dangling nut bag. With a howling roar, the Asian's dick felt like it was swelling even bigger as he deposited a firehose burst of cum deep into my cunt. I thrashed in response in the throes of orgasm, bringing a massive sperm volley from the donkey-dick too, cunt and ass spilling over with jizz that mingled on the floor before me. I was ready to return from the black balls to the black cock, but he instead grabbed my shoulder and pulled hard, his impressive muscles flexing as he re-oriented me to my back, spreading my legs wide as he lowered down and entered me, plowing deep inside. Donkey dick and the Asian had some staying power, and had stroked themselves hard again as they watched the tremendous African cock plowing my gash deep and hard, his strokes impressive in their speed and precision, barely keeping inside on each pull back yet never losing rhythm as he slammed back in. The other two boys had finally recovered as well, and the lot of them clustered around my face and tits, cocks of various sizes slapping my cheeks and punishing my throat, grinding my tits and ricocheting off my nipples. At one point I was throating two of them at once, hands pumping and milking balls expertly as the black stud was taking a turn at tearing up my ass while I sat on his dick, the horse cock poking my cunt again, the thickest just watching the show and tugging himself. At another, my ass was being brutalized by the Asian as I lay on my side, mouth struggling to somehow fit all of the biggest boy, tits being dual-fucked by two others as my hands doubled up to jack off the black stud, cock still slick with my juices. Still on into the morning as they banged away I let the two smaller cocks share my pussy while the foot-long had returned to my ass, the black stud and Asian taking well-timed turns dick punching my gag reflex. By morning, my hands were weakly slipping through puddles of cum and sweat and slobber and my own nasty nectar. As the men slept in a sweaty pile around me I carefully took a gentle bite of each fucked-out neck that lay before me, drinking in the sweet Sanguinir. That's all they were to me, cocks, blood and a welcome way to return to the waking world with a bang. A gang-bang. Now to see what the other vampires in town were up to, after, that is, a long day of sleep in the bed of muscles and sex I'd made for myself.