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The Vampire's Pet

By: Lady Malachite



Lisa was only 19 when the vampires seized her. They found her in the little grungy parking lot, covered with a crusty layer of beach sand, as she was walking back to her car after working the night shift at the local bar, and dragged her out into the water. 

"Hello, young lady. Fancy meeting a beautiful creature like you here tonight?"

She thought she would drown. The water was so dark and cold. The night sky was so black. She didn't want it to be the last thing she ever saw. Her hair was coiled around her neck. The salt stung the wounds on her legs where she had nicked herself shaving. The wasn't even a moon out. The city lights drowned out the stars. She felt so alone for the first time in months. Ever since she had moved to the big city there was no end to the crowds. Cars everywhere, people everywhere. No space, no time, no money. It made her want to cry. She had even thought of killing herself, and she had been so happy. She bit her lip and it began to bleed.

And all at once they were on top of her, licking, biting, kissing, touching, tearing off her clothing. Her body was numb from stress and frozen water. She felt like she was somewhere else, hovering over herself. She didn't feel when one of the males tore into her, ripping her poor velvety skin. Her fingers found her nipples they were rock hard from the cold. Her hand was batted away. She couldn't tell by whom.

She struggled and gasped. She could hardly stay afloat. She could feel the life draining out of her. She felt like her blood was flowing freely from her body, becoming the cold ocean water. She felt the water getting warmer and could tell that her body temperature was dropping. She kicked and slapped and screamed but it was pointless, more reflex than conscious action. Even her own ears were deaf to her cries.

Was she crying, or was that salt water pouring into her mouth? Was she still above water or beneath it? She couldn't tell. The darkness of the water was the same to her as the darkness of the night sky. Her legs were losing the power to kick. She was sinking, sinking, sinking into the darkness. 

"Oh god, don't let me die."

She awoke three nights later, completely changed. There were large heavily draped windows and a full length mirror and a sofa. It was like something out of an old melodrama, the innocent maiden sick of her life seized and made into a vampire. She hadn't expected it, was half still from the trauma of her own death. She soaked up the delicious loneliness. Her own existence. It made her happy.

"I don't give a fuck," she thought and passed out on the sofa.

The next night her makers came for her. She had not seen them very well when they had changed her, but somehow she knew them already in her body, and she couldn't stand them. She crawled under the sofa to be away from them. But they pulled her out by the legs. It was the one who raped her who did it, but of course she didn't know that. She was still rather foggy about her death. It had come as quite a blow.

They each took a turn with her; the two women used dildos and their entire fists, and when they had their fill of her they left her alone in her own bloody juices.

The next day she ate a fat fluffy kitty they gave her. She couldn't help it, she was hungry. But she was a bad vampire, not good with her fangs. The poor little pussy meowed loudly. She couldn't tell whether she cared or not.

After a month or so of rape and forced pussy eating she grew tired of her little apartment and wanted to go outside. The door was locked. It had taken her a month to realize she was a prisoner. Where had her mind been?

When she did go outside, it was naked and on a leash. One of her mistresses took her midnight shopping. She felt very exposed, very vulnerable, and at the same time she was getting used to her new station in life. She was surprised no one bothered to stare. Perhaps they were as numb to her life as she was.

Her mistress tried on one lovely black low-cut ball gown after another. She liked them best with just a little bit of black lace. She was a Hollywood vampire, a petty two-bit actress from the 40s before she was changed. She'd sucked a lot of cock in her day and fucked nearly as much, but since she was changed she only liked pussy. 

Lisa didn't know any of this and she didn't care. She wasn't interested. When her mistress was done shopping, she took her to the beach where Lisa had been killed, fucked her silly with a broken wine bottle and lapped the blood from her broken pussy. Then she fed her a half-dead sea gull and locked her in her room.

For a week her masters didn't come and play. Lisa didn't know what to do. She was bored and hungry. She used to read romance novels when she was bored or when she needed to relax. There was something magical about beautiful men with six-pack abs who loved you from the bottom of their heart and wanted to fuck you silly as long as they were perfectly moral and conventional about the whole thing. These books were a dime a dozen, and Lisa had owned several dozen of these nearly indistinguishable novels, and had cherished them all as beloved friends. She hadn't much liked people.

She was nearly starved to death when her makers came back. The more hungry a vampire is, the more corpse-like they look, and she was pretty much a mummy, really dry and gross, but they all fucked her silly anyway. She wasn't the first dead girl they had fucked. 

They used a freshly killed bunny for lube.

Afterward she was so dry she was no fun at all, so they let her bite each of them just a little in turn as she pleasured them. Vampires are into that kind of thing.

Vampire blood is a lot better tasting than house cat, and the taste made Lisa very aroused and she begged them all to take another turn with her before bed.

Of course they did, and they left her a stray dog to feed on. It was much more fun than she was used to, and by the end of the night she was feeling quite stuffed.

This of course went on for years and years and then suddenly one day it was all over. A vampire hunter, an old priest who liked to drink and take illicit drugs, showed up in the middle of the day and killed the lot of them. Except for Lisa, who he took pity on. Instead, he fucked her silly, just like everyone else had done, and left her to rot, and that's the end of this story.

The Vampire's Pet: The Beginning



He smiled as he woke from the soothing purring, next to his face. Sleepy he reached out and his smile grew wider as his fingertips touched the silken fur. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he felt the rough tongue lick over his hand. 

"Hello kitten. How was your hunt?" he asked as he opened his eyes to look at the cat that lay next to him on the silk covered pillow. 

The deep hazel green eyes looked lazily at him as if she didn't care at all. Her front paws were curled under her body, making her look like a furry big ball. The only thing that moved was her ears as she was listening to his words. She answered him with a soft 'meow'. 

Mackenzie checked the clock on the bedside table. 10pm, it would be dark outside by now. Slowly he pushed the bed sheets aside and sat up, his naked feet touching the marble floor. He loved his bedroom; the black polished marble was interspersed with silvery lines that gleamed in the dim light of the few burning candles. His bed took up almost one third of the room, with its huge four posts and the heavy black velvet drapes that kept any sunlight out. He only used black satin sheets. Some would call it a foible. The walls were covered in a mix of black and silver tapestry and from the ceiling hung a huge candelabrum that held 50 candles. 

He shivered softly as he felt her silken fur brushed over his bare back, as she walked past him over the bed and then, in an elegant move, jumped from the bed. He laughed softly as she streaked through the room towards the door, her tail high up in the air and her paws making no noise on the polished floor. Mac got up and grabbed a silken robe, slipped in and followed his kitten, wondering who the master was and who the servant. 

As he went down the stairs, to the kitchen, he remembered when he first met her. 

It was one of this nights you wouldn't send a dog outside. Storms rattled on blinds and disrooted trees. Nobody was outside in the rain and wind, nobody but Mac. He drove his black stingray through the empty streets and then parked at the promenade. Quickly he got out of the car, pulling his black leather coat tighter together. The rain wiped his face as he walked over the beach, getting closer to the rocks and caves in it. It was one of his favourite places to watch the storms over the sea. He reached the caves and got in. Tired he sat down into the sand and pulled a bottle of scotch out of the deep pocket of his coat. As he opened it, he heard a hissing behind him, he turned quickly, and instinctively he caught the fur ball that attacked him. It wasn't much bigger then his hand, but it had sharp claws and fangs. 

'Ouch. Hey kitten, calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you.'

The kitten hissed and growled as it tried to get free.

'Shhhh. I really don't want to hurt you. I'm sorry if I disturbed you, but these caves are also my favourite place.' 

Slowly the kitten calmed and he could feel the little body shiver in his hands. Carefully not to scare it, he pulled his coat open and placed the kitten inside to keep it warm. Quickly the kitten warmed up, the warmth of his strong body and the strong steady heartbeat, which matched the growling of the passing thunder, comforted it and made it purr. 

Mac smiled as he felt the purring more then he could hear it. 

'What you say kitten, do you want to come home with me?'

'Meow'

He chuckled and got up from the cold sand and walked back to the car, the rain still pouring down on him. Carefully so he wouldn't squish it, he sat behind the steering wheel and started the engine. As he drove through the dark and cold night, he felt the kitten move slightly as it tried to get more comfortable. Mac knew, he had found a new friend in this little shivering bundle of energy. 

That had happened 1 year ago and Tam was still with him. Tam that was the name he had given her. It was the name of his great-grandmother and it meant heart in Scottish. It fitted her; she had grown to his heart. Something he thought would never happen again, after his last love was killed in a car accident. 

Tam was a funny little thing. Sometimes she vanished for hours and then he was worried if she would come back, but each night, when he woke up, it was to her purring. It was as if she was watching over his sleep. When he looked into her eyes, he sometimes wondered what she was thinking and if she understood what he was telling her or if she just reacted to his voice. There were times when she acted like a young kitten again, when she bounced after a moth or played with a tassel on the curtains and then there were times when she seemed to look at him as if she knew all the secrets of the world and was just waiting to tell him about it. It made him smile to watch her sleep or chase things or just when she cuddled, up to him or got comfortable on his chest. But one thing was really strange; she always seemed to sense his mood and knew what to do to cheer him up.

Mac walked into the kitchen where Tam was already sitting on the workbench waiting for him. He knew exactly what she was waiting for. He opened the fridge and got out the pack of shrimps he had bought yesterday and put half of it onto a plate and put it in front of her.

Tam sniffed on them and first did as if she wouldn't eat them, but then changed mind and started to eat them, quickly. 

'Slow kitten, nobody will take them away from you.' 

Grinning he put the rest back into the fridge and took out a bottle filled with a red liquid. He reached for one of the large wine goblets, filled it with the creamy blood, and put the bottle aside. As he watched Tam, he nipped on the goblet, enjoying the taste of the cold blood on his tongue. He could feel how the blood energized him and filled his stomach. 

Mac wasn't like his kindred brothers; he didn't like to feed from the living prey. It was so animalistic and he was too much of a human, even after 1500 years as a vampire. Even though he was also a psy vampire, he needed a bit of blood now and then, so he cherished it like a good glass of wine every 2nd or 3rd night. 

Tam finished her shrimps and got closer, pawing his hand that held the goblet. 

'You want some too kitten?'

He dribbled a bit of the blood on his palm and held it out to Tam, who quickly licked the blood up and purred. Quickly she bit his thumb, not hard enough to split the skin, but enough to make him wince. 

'Oi!! Behave kitten or you won't get any more shrimps' 

Tam purred and rubbed her head against his hand as if she wanted to say sorry and as she looked at him, her eyes almost seemed human. Mac blinked and the moment was gone. He had seen that look before, actually a few times already in the past two weeks. Did it have something to mean?

Mac went back upstairs to his office and started to go through some paperwork, while Tam got comfortable in the big chair in front of the fireplace. 

When Mac looked at the clock the next time, it was almost 4am. He stretched and the muscles rippled under his shirt. He ran his fingers through his short hair and yawned. His eyes wandered to where Tam was sleeping and he smiled at the peaceful picture. She looked adorable with her reddish brown fur. It looked as if there were little sparks in it as the light danced over her body. Her colouring was extra ordinary for a cat. He had never seen something like that before. 

He frowned when the phone rang. Picking it up with a growl, he listened to the voice on the other end. 

'Do you know what time it is? I'm about to go to bed. What do you want?' he asked the female on the other end.

'Oh sweetie, I only wanted to know if you could help me tomorrow night. I really neeeed you.'

He frowned even more as she prolonged the word need, like a little child. Jane was after him, since they met a few years ago and a friend's house. He already told her back then, that he wasn't interested, but she had made it her goal to get him into her bed. If he wanted or not. 

'Sorry Jane, I'll be busy for the next weeks. Night.'

'But..' 

The click when he hung up, was the last she heard, when he hung up. Sighing he looked over to Tam who had lifted her head to look at him while he spoke on the phone. She got up and stretched, jumped on the floor and walked over to him. With an elegant move, she jumped on his desk and sat down in front of him. 

'Meow'

'Yes kitten; it was the bad woman again. I wonder what I have to do that she finally accepts that I'm not interested. Too bad we are not allowed to kill other vampires or I would show her a true flatline.' 

Tam dipped her head to one side and kept looking at him, her eyes so knowingly. Her tail swished over the papers as she listened to his ranting. Patiently she waited until he was finished then she jumped on his lap and curled up. 

Mac smiled and leaned back, starting to tickle her chin and moving to her ears. 

'What you say, shall we go to bed? It's almost dawn.'

'Meow.' was her single answer as she hopped off his lap and led the way to the bedroom. 

He crawled into the bed and waited for Tam to jump on the pillow next to his. He gave her a last pad on the head and closed his eyes. It was about 3 hours later when he woke up. 

Blinking into the darkness of the bedroom, he wondered what it was that woke him up. He noticed a motion next to him in bed and already reached for the dagger he always had on his bedside table, when he felt a soft hand on his arm.

'Don't, please. I won't do you any bad.' 

Mac tried to see in the dark and after a while, he saw the silhouette of a female next to him in bed. The second thing he noticed was that she was naked and the silken sheet was just covering her lower half. His mouth went dry as he looked at her big and heavy breasts. He reached for the matches and lit one of the candles. The dim light was enough to let him see her completely. She had reddish brown hair and these eyes, they were so familiar and the way she had her head dipped to one side. He almost told her not to, when she pulled up the satin sheet to cover her. 

'Who are you? And what are you doing in my bed???' 

'I'm sorry Mac. I couldn't tell you earlier. I had to wait for the right moment.'

'Why do you know my name??'

'Mac please, let me tell you. It's me, Tam.'

Tam looked at him, scared of what he would do or say know that he knew. She didn't move, just watched at the different emotions, running over his face as he realized what she just had told him. 

She wasn't just his kitten, she was a feline. One of the ancient cat people he had heard about. As funny as it sounded, even though he was a vampire, he had always thought the stories of the cat people had been pure fantasy. Now he had one in his bed and a pretty one too. He loved her look already as cat, but as a female, she was even more beautiful. Her long hair reached her waste and her face was delicate. From what he could tell, she had a full figure, an hourglass figure to be precise. All he could think of was to caress the soft skin to find out if it was as soft as her fur. Would she purr as human too? 

'Stop looking at me like that. I feel like the shrimps must feel when I'm looking at them.' 

'Uhm sorry, but this is just a bit strange. I never believed in the stories I was told about the cat people. I didn't think you were real.' 'Tsk, you're a vampire. Shouldn't you be a bit more open minded?'

Tam moved a little closer. She wanted to feel the heat of his body. Wanted to know if it felt the same as when she was in her cat form. She reached out to touch his bare chest, right over his heart. 

Mac held his breath as her warm hand moved over his chest. His groin twitched and he let his breath out. He still wasn't sure, if he was dreaming or if she really sat next to him in the bed. Slowly he lifted his own hand and laid it over hers. His heart beat quickened as she leaned closer, her soft lips only a heartbeat away from his. The air seemed to crackle around them, like after a storm as their lips met in a first lingering, then more passionate kiss. Mac moved his free hand into her neck, pulling her closer to him, deepening the kiss. 

She sight softly as the satin slid from her body over her already erect nipples. Finally, her body touched his and she wrapped her arms around him. Tam knew already how his body felt underneath her, from when she laid on his chest as feline, but this was so different. Skin on skin, it was like an aphrodisiac for her and hungrily her tongue teased his lips as they parted to let her in. Her fingers ran through his hair as she now fully sat on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel the bulge under the sheets press against her own most intimate part. She smiled inwardly as she started to gently rub against him, chuckling breathlessly as she heard him groan. 

'God kitten, you drive me crazy. You did that already as feline, but now...'

With a kiss, she cut of his words and sucked gently at his lower lip, before letting it go, just kiss him again passionately. The moves of her hips went more urgent and she tried to pull the satin sheet away, which was stuck between them, without success. Tam frowned a little and the next moment she found herself on her back, feeling his muscled and hard body on top of her. The satin was gone and there was just skin. With big eyes, she looked up at him and gasped as she saw the fire in his almost black eyes. Instinctively she tried to back away from him, but he grabbed her wrists and held them to the bed, above her head. 

'Too late kitten. You are going nowhere. You are where you always belonged to, in my bed and with me.' 

A cheeky smile reached her lips as she kept fighting his grip, but she knew already she was lost and she didn't mind at all. His hard cock pressed against her lower tummy and made her bite her lower lip. In the past months, she had seen him naked countless times, but this was different. Tam was in her human form and it reacted different, had different needs. 

Mac leaned forward and kissed her lips, moved to her cheek and down to her slender neck. He kissed the spot where he could see her pulse beat. The sharp fangs graced her skin, but not enough to make her bleed. He wanted to save this for later. He held her wrist with one hand and moved his other down her arms, feeling the shivers running through her body and how her muscles flexed under his palm. Smiling that he was able to give her such pleasure just with the caress of his hands; he leaned forward to take one of her nipples in between his lips. Her back instantly arched and softly moaned. His tongue flicked over it and as he sucked them into his mouth, they seemed to grow even harder. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment and enjoying the soft moans coming from her. 

God, his mouth felt so good on her breast. She almost forgot to breathe, when he first touched her nipples. Nobody had ever touched her like this, which wasn't surprising, since the only time she had sex, was in her cat form and that was just to feed her hunger and had nothing to do with the sensual touch she experienced from him. Her body felt like molten silver as every nerve in her body seemed to come alive under him. Almost as if they had a mind of their own, her legs wrapped around his hips and pulled him closer, binding him to her in an erotic embrace. 

Groaning he let go of her nipple. He lifted his head to look at her. Her long hair was spread underneath her, living strands of fire on the black satin. The paleness of her body an extreme contrast to the black, but he had never seen something more beautiful, then Tam in this very moment. Carefully he reached down between her legs and what he found made him moan. She was wet, hot and ready for him. He slid a finger in between her wet folds, caressing her entrance as he placed himself above her. The grip of her legs on his waist grew tighter, as if she wanted to tell him to get closer and closer. He was not able to withstand an invitation like this and let his hard cock slide deep into her pussy. Mac clenched his teeth as the wet satin like walls engulfing his cock. Could there be a better feeling? 

Tam hissed softly as he entered her. It felt as if she was bursting from his size, but her body adjusted quickly, taking his full length. Still in her helpless position, she arched her back, flexing the muscles in her thighs as her heels dug into his butt cheeks. As he moved out again, she sobbed from the feeling of loss and moaned as he came back to her. His slow moves send shivers after shivers down her spine and through her pussy. She could feel the heat rise and the tension in her body with it. How much she wanted to touch him, but she knew he wouldn't let her, not this time. He was a predator and for now, she was his prey. She was at his mercy and she loved it. 

Mac looked into her eyes as he thrust into her steadily. Her eyes where half closed and glowing in the dark and her lips red and swollen from his kisses. He could feel her body strained like a bow, her hips moving with his as he gained speed. A little bead of sweat ran down his temple as he tried to hold back, but she was just so tight. Pulling out of her and turning her on her tummy before she could even protest, he took her from behind. Mac let go of her wrists and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back to him, plunging as deep into her hot pussy as he could. His hunger for her was so very irrational, but he couldn't stop it, he just needed to have her, here and now. She was his for eternity. He reached between her legs, to find the little nub and started to rub it, play with it. Her moans and pleads to let her cum, drove him wild, but he wanted her to come first and so he kept thrusting into her deep and fast. 

'Come for me kitten. Let me hear you scream in pleasure.' 

He whispered into her ear as he pulled her closely to him, her back glued to his chest now. 

Breathlessly she moaned, it was almost too much for her to bear, his hot breath on her neck, making her head spin. She could feel the tension build in her lower belly and her juices running down her inner thighs likes tears. Grabbing his hips, digging her nails into his skin, she felt her climax build and when he started to rub her clit faster she tensed and a deep moan became a scream of pleasure as her orgasm exploded. Her pussy flexed around his still thrusting cock, milking him, seducing him to cum too. She thought he would come now too, but he kept caressing her clit and send more spasms of pleasure through her body. It was unbelievable, but she could feel another wave swap over her as he started to thrust harder. She leaned her back against his chest as he went on, making her feel all dizzy. 

Smiling, Mac watched his kitten cum hard; her flexing pussy walls making him wince and almost made him loose control. He kept on caressing her as he thrusters deeper and as he looked at her throat, another hunger joined. The hunger for blood. As he felt his orgasm rise, he sized the bow of her neck, lowering his mouth over it. He gently dug his fingers into her hair and bowed her neck a little more, until she was totally helpless again in his arms. With a hiss, his fangs came out and as he reached his climax, he sank his fangs into her neck. As his cock filled her womb with its seed, her blood filled his mouth and her moans and shaking body, gave him the rest. 

Sated they both sank into the pillows. Tam, like always, half on his chest as he cradled her in his strong arms. Her purring, soothing and calming his nerves. 

'Damn kitten, that was hell of a ride. You taste as sweet as you look. I'm just wondering, will you turn back into a feline now?'

'Hmmm yes, but I will be human, whenever you want me to or maybe not.' 

She giggled and shrieked as he pinched her butt. 

'Rotten little kitten.' 

He said grinning at her. Kissing the top of her head, he reached for the covers and pulled them over them.



The Vampire's Pet: The End



A few weeks had past since Mac found out what his little feline really was. Both enjoyed each other's company whenever they got the chance and after a while, their love grew stronger. When Mac went out, Tam wasn't far. Mac tired a few times to keep her inside because it was just too dangerous for her, but she wouldn't listen and always found a way to get out of his house. Nothing could keep her from his side. She was like his shadow and a few times, she had saved his back, when he got into a fight. 

He couldn't think to be without her again. She was his companion in the lonely dark nights, when he was out hunting or just driving around. Even when he was in a bad mood and sitting brooding in his favourite seat in front of the fire, she always managed to make him laugh again or at least smile. It brought comfort to him to have her little body on his lap when he worked or her human body, next to his in bed. Many hours he laid awake, holding her in his arms, just listening to her soft breathe and a grin went over his face, when she made this little cute snoring noises, now and then. 

But there were also nights when she trashed around in bed, having nightmares and woke up screaming. He tried to ask her about them, but she refused to tell him, so all he could do was take her into his arms, when she still was shivering from whatever she experiences in her dreams. Mac wished she would talk to him, tell him what bothered her. 

One day she would tell him and then he would be there for her, but until then, he would just enjoy her company, like tonight. He had ordered a meal from the near by deli. Salmon, shrimps, different sauces and salads. With a move of his hands, the candles started to burn in a soft light. Now he just had to wait for Tam, whom he heard was still in the shower. For a cat, she was pretty much in the shower or in the pool or if they went to the beach, in the ocean. But then, there was nothing normal about Tam and he liked it that way. He loved her with all her quick changing moods, her compassion for other animals and her intelligence and charm. She wasn't easy, but easy to love. Mac sat down and waited. 

Tam hummed a little tune and washed her long hair, until it squeaked. She turned the water off and stepped out of the cubical, grabbing one of the soft towels from the hook. Quickly she wrapped her hair into it, and then got another one to wrap it around her body. She loved the softness of the towels and almost forgot that she should hurry or Mac would get grumpy if she let him wait for too long. Walking into the bedroom, she rubbed her hair dry, which unlike a humans hair, dried within a few minutes on its own. Tam tossed both towels onto the bed and walked naked over to the wardrobe. The dress Mac bought her earlier this week hung on the outside of the door. It was of green silk, with tinny emeralds all over it. Not bothering with underwear, she slipped into the dress, the silk wrapping around her curves. The green of the dress let her skin look like cream and her hair on fire. She turned in front of the mirror and admired herself. 

Her thoughts wandered off to Mac, who was waiting for her and her smile turned a bit sad. If she only knew, if she could trust him fully. The bad experiences that still gave her nightmares let her held back something. She was scared he could turn on her too. When it happened, she was only a little kitten, but the pain was still deep inside her. Tam moved her hands over her hips as she went back to the night Mac found her in the cave. Shivering she wrapped her arms around herself, pushing the thoughts of her past away. Would he just keep her as his toy too? 

'Oh stop it you silly cat.' She said softly to herself as she walked to the door, like usually forgetting to put on shoes. Wiggling her nose, as she smelled the seafood, she hurried down the stairs, her soles barely touching the cold marble of the steps. Tam streaked into the living room and stopped in awe. It looked beautiful with all the candles and the plates of food. Her eyes wandered to where Mac sat and ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck and kissed him noisily on the lips.

'It looks beautiful. Thank you!'

'Anything for you kitten. Want your gift before or after dinner?' he asked grining.

She slipped onto his lap and laughed.

'You know I'm not the most patient person, so now please.'

'Fine, turn your back to me.'

Tam did as he asked her and put her hands into her lap, waiting for what may happen.

Mac took the blue velvet box out of the pocket of his jacket and opened it. He smiled and picked the necklace up, then gently moved his hands around her neck, whispering into her ear, telling her to lift her hair. As she did, he snapped the lock close and the almost 2 inches wide chocker snuggled coolly against her skin. 

The diamonds glittered like stars on her neck and as she opened her eyes and lifted her hands to feel it, she gasped as she moved over the strands of small diamonds. She jumped up to run over to the mirror on the opposite wall and just stared at herself. The sound of the little silver bell at the bottom of the necklace, chiming as she moved. 

'Oh my god, this is beautiful, thank you thank you thank you.'

'I'm glad you like it.' He smiled as he watched her playing with the little bell and giggling in delight. 

'Now lets eat, I'm hungry and I'm sure you are too.'

Tam turned to him and walked back to sit on his lap, rather then on the chair to his right. She picked a shrimp from a plate and started to feed him, placing little kisses on his jaw and neck, as he nibbled the tip of her fingers. Softly she moaned as little shivers ran down her spine. She opened her lips as he held a little bit of smoked salmon to it and gently took it off his fingers, snapping cheekily at them. His deep laugh made her quiver as she looked into his eyes. The moment seemed to last for eternity as she softly whispered 'I love you'. 

For a moment, they both froze, just staring into each other's eyes. Tam could feel her heart drum in her ears as she waited for a reaction of him. Did she say the wrong thing? Didn't he feel the same as she did?

'I love you too kitten.' 

She blinked, not sure, if he really said it. But then a burning need ran through her body and a giggle rose from deep inside and she felt like cheering. Instead, she sat still and lifted her hand to his face, caressing it gently as she leaned forward to kiss him. 

Mac kissed her back, knowing he did the right thing. He loved his little kitten and he didn't want to be without her again. Not in a million years. The night went on, while they fed each other using their fingers. And as the moon had made place for the sun, he led her to the bedroom. It was pitch black and with a move of his hand, the fire in the fireplace started with a whoosh. Gently he peeled Tam out of her dress, sucking in his breath as the silk slid down her naked body. 

Tam's eyes glittered like gold in the light of the flames as she looked at him with her cat's eyes. She stepped closer to him and rubbed her front against his, purring softly as her hands reached for the buttons of his shirt. One by one, she opened, while her tongue and lips moved over every inch of warm skin she revealed. As she was finished with unbuttoning his shirt, she slid it over his broad shoulders, her nails scrapping over his upper arms. With a tug, she got it out of his pants and let it drop to the floor behind him. Leaning against him, she tiptoed to kiss his neck, her erect nipples pressing against his chest, making her moan softly. He moans went louder as she felt his hands running over her backside and cupping her bum cheeks, pressing her hips against him. She could feel the erection in his pants pushing against her lower belly and it was extremely arousing. 

Deep in his throat, he growled, as he felt her breasts pressed against him. Her slender arms wrapped around his waist as she nibbled his neck. He couldn't resist and ran his hands over her back, squeezing her bum with his big hands. An aching pain in his loins made him groan and lift her from the floor, until she wrapped her legs around him. He could feel her moist pussy lips against his tummy as she rubbed against him, the smell of her lust, driving him crazy. With a few big steps, he reached the bed and placed her on it. Mac could feel her hands on his fly and within a few seconds, she freed his big and hard cock. It just took him a few more seconds, to plunge deep into her wet folds, thrusting deep inside her. 

The both moaned in unison at the hot feeling of their melting bodies. Tam's fingers dug into his back, her sharp nails leaving red scratch marks on his skin. This just made him drive harder and deeper into her tight folds. He leaned a little back and grabbed her legs, putting them over his shoulders, so he could thrust even deeper, in and out over and over again. 

Tam licked her lips as his hard cock filled her completely. She loved to feel him deep inside, to feel his heavy body on top of her own. Craving to feel his lips on hers, she pulled his face down to hers, kissing him hungrily. Her teeth caught his tongue and sucked on it hard, making him yelp as he drew back. 

'Rotten little kitten' he hissed, 'you gonna pay for that.' 

Giggling breathlessly she looked into his eyes, 'And how?'

His eyes in dangerous slits, he slipped out of her pussy and with one quick move, he turned her on her back. His hands grabbed her arms and held them together on her back as he spread her pussy lips with the tip of his cock and drove back into her. Her face pressed into the satin sheets, she gasped at the sudden move and she tried to move away from him, but his iron grip held her in place and rendered her completely helpless. Mac could feel every shiver of her body, while her hard and sensitive nipples rubbed over the sheets, heightening her lust even more. Reaching around her, he slipped a finger over her wet clit, lubbing his finger with her juices. As he rammed into her pussy, he kept rubbing her clit, feeling her walls contract around him as she got closer and closer to climax. But before she could come, he stopped and moved his hand over her arse check. 

Tam shivered and felt as if she was close to explode as he teased her clit so merciless. She wanted to cum so badly and pushed back against him, wanting to feel his hot cum deep inside her. His hand on the smooth skin of her butt cheeks made her groan and as she felt it move between them, she held her breath for a moment. His finger rubbed the puckered hole and little electrical shocks made her jump as he finally pushed passed the entrance. She moaned out loud, as he finger fucked her butt hole, while his hard cock drive faster into her pussy. It took her just a few more minutes, before she arched her back in ecstasy, screaming out in pleasure as she climaxed. 

Mac's climax roared through his body as he felt her pussy contract around his cock and the muscles of her butt hole squeeze his finger. He leaned over her back as he drove his cock a last time deep inside her, unloading his cum into her pussy. Her body shivered underneath him as spasms of orgasm made her moan over and over again. His own climax making his body tense and his cock pump load after load of hot cum into her. 

It took them both a several minutes to gain enough strength to move. Mac spooned up against her, holding her tight as a deep purr came from her. He smiled and cupped one of her breasts with his hand, playing with her nipples as they both slowly calmed down again. 

Three nights later

Mac opened the front door and instantly he felt something was wrong. 

'Tam?' 

His deep voice echoed through the empty hall. Where was she? Usually she was already waiting for him, pouncing into his arms. He set the keys down on the table as he walked into the living room. The fire was crackling and then his eyes caught a figure sitting in Tam's favourite chair. He could see how her ugly hands stroke something on her lap. 

'What do you want here? And what did you do to Tam?' 

'Oh no worries, she is still alive.' The woman said in a weird tone. 

'I'm here cause of you. You belong to me and I' wont let you go that easy. She doesn't deserves you, that dirty little cat whore. Yes, I know of her little secret. Did you know that she turns into her cat form when sedated?' 

A crazy laughter went through the room and made Mac's skin crawl. She was totally nuts. He had to be careful; he didn't want Tam to get hurt. 

'Give me Tam.' He said as he made a step toward the woman. 

She stood up, holding Tam at the neck. 

'Ah I don't think so. I want to see you suffer, like you made me suffer.' 'Don't you dare to hurt her or I will kill you!'

Furiously he looked at her, his eyes glowing in anger at her, but she just laughed hysterical. He could see that Tam started to wake up slowly. Her eyes focused on him as she looked pleadingly at him. A soft moan escaped her lips as she tried to struggle in the grip of the woman's hands, but she was too weakened from the sedative. 

'Do you really think you can scare me? You forget who I am. Oh good, she is awake, now that will be much more fun then. Say goodbye to your little slut kitten.' 

Everything happened the same time. Mac ran to the woman, but he wasn't fast enough. A quick move of her hands and a loud cracking went through the room, as she broke Tam's neck, right before Mac. 

'Taaaaaam!' 

Mac reached the woman and grabbed Tam, before she hit the ground. Her limp little body, still warm, she lay in his hands. He pressed her little soft body against his chest and anger wallowed up in his heart. He looked at the woman as his fangs grew. 

'You will pay for this.' He said as he grabbed her neck and sank his fangs into it before she even could try to run away. With a gargling noise, her life was over. Mac just dropped her to the floor like a bag of garbage. 

Still numb from the feeling of loss, he slowly sat down into Tam's chair and cuddled her dead body as silent tears ran down his cheeks.



The Vampire's Prize



He walked through the door and smiled at the sight before him. She was strapped tightly with velvet ties, spread eagle to his four-posted bed, nude. Her eyes were closed and her breath came in quick, short puffs. She was just as the others had said, beautiful and erotic. Her breasts were pushed upward, the effect made by the way her hands were bound to the sides of the cheery wood posts. Those soft creamy mounds were not large, but enough he would enjoy playing with. She was slim with a little bit of muscle. She must have enjoyed being readied for him, because when his gaze slid to her lower lips he saw moister. 

As he walked slowly into the dimly lit room, towards the bed, he started to disrobe. Jacket and shirt he removed first, not even pausing while unbuttoning his white shirt. Then he stopped to tug off his tight pants, revealing pale skin. He knew how handsome he looked, and he was getting aroused after the few seconds of examining her lying there. Oh yes, she would satisfy him well tonight. He had won this prize and would enjoy her fully. When he was completely unclothed and standing at the side of the bed he bent to whisper in her ear. His voice was soft and low, even a little hoarse from his arousal. 

"Open your eyes, my beauty. Max is going to bring you so much pleasure you'll be screaming your pretty little head off."

Her eyes flew wide. She had light brown eyes with a hint of green. And her golden blonde hair lay scattered across his pillow. She turned her head to meet his dark eyes. Her lips trembled and she failed to hold back a moan. When she spoke her voice was shaky, "Please, let me go." The tall man, with dark hair standing over her, shook his head and chuckled. It sent a shiver through her. 

She remembered what that other creatures had said Max would do. The images it created caused another moan to come forth. She pictured blood red fangs and two holes in her neck. Was all of it true; was this really happening to her?

"No, my lovely. I can't do that. I haven't even begun yet. Tisk. Tisk. You won't want to miss the fun." With that said Max walked to the dresser and opened a drawer. When he returned he had a pair of silver nipple clamps. The look on the girl's face said she knew what they were. Max held them in one hand and stuck out his thumb on the other. His thumbnail lengthened and she gasped.

"How......how did you do that?" she stammered. 

Max smiled and instead of answering he asked, "What is your name, pet?" He could have read her mind, but instead he watched her gulp and she whisper, "Scarlett." It was so quietly said a human might have missed it, but with his superhuman abilities he heard her. Her name was a lovely sound swirling in his mind. 

She looked like a goddess, her beauty wonderful to his eyes. He then flicked one dusky nipple with his enlarged nail, then the other nipple. The beauty before Max hissed out her breath as they puckered. Then he clipped the clamps on each one and watched her bit her lower lip. Her lovely eyes were now wide with surprise and pain. He knew she also got pleasure from it, because her breathing picked up and he smelled her aroused scent even stronger then before.

Max couldn't help him self, he let his hand run down the valley in between Scarlett's breasts. Down her smooth stomach, and then bury his fingers in her naturally dark curls. They were trimmed and at contrast with her blonde hair. But he would have smelled the bleach if there were any. Scarlett was a unique human, so beautiful with soft, smooth skin and natural, but different color drapes. While he puzzled over her his fingers grew moist as her wetness connected with them. Max was really going to enjoy this one. She was growing more excited and his fingers just rested there. His digits slid between her damp folds and two of them slipped inside her. Max's thumb started to rub her already swollen clit. The soft, sweet moans that came from her made his cock harden even more. He was so hard now it was painful, but he still played with her pussy. The two fingers moving in and out, and the thumb rubbing faster, putting a little more pressure.

Scarlett was almost there, moaning and breathing hard. Her hips were bucking and her back was arched, but before she could cum Max removed his hand. He heard her moan of disappointment. He would have brought out some more things to erase that look of frustration, but she was so soft and delicate. The last thing he wanted to do was leave a mark on her perfection. He would leave two small reminders anyhow. His mind went back to what to do with his little prize. Max realized how hard he was and knew what he wanted to do next.

I can't believe I would have cum, Scarlett thought. She didn't even know this guy. Two beefed-up fellows had striped and tied her up on the bed after they had taken her off the streets when her car broke down, and now her body was enjoying this stranger's touches. What was wrong with her tonight! This guy, named Max, was very handsome, but that didn't explain what was going on with her. He must be at least 6 feet, if not taller. His chest was lightly covered in dark curly hair that made her fingers ache. She was dying to touch his skin. She just knew she was going nuts. Never before had she felt drawn to anyone like this! 

With his dick sticking up and out, Max straddled her naked shoulders, his strong thighs on each side, and tilted Scarlett's head so her mouth was lined up with his excited member. He wasn't too big, but eight and a half inches were a lot for most women. But for her it was a masterpiece. She didn't understand why she felt like this. Yes, all of it was new, but she wasn't suppose to enjoy this, was she? Scarlett told her self that she wasn't going to, and shook her head as he rubbed his pinked tip over her lips. She wanted nothing more then to taste him, but she was trying to resist any way. The shake made her closed lips rub at the tip and made him groan as he pulled back a little.

"My sweet, open that kiss-able mouth. And I wouldn't use your teeth if I was you." Max made the demand in a hoarse voice.

With a tug of the nipple clamps and her gasp, Max eased the head inside her warm mouth. He then slid it slowly in until it was at the back of her mouth. Max started to pull out and push in, over and over. His hand gripped Scarlett's hair, keeping her head still while he got faster and faster. Deep throating her mouth. He growled and ordered her to use her tongue. When she did he almost lost his self right then and there! He was a man of control and he used it at that moment to steady himself. He wanted to feel this pleasure as long as possible. 

The woman's eyes were as big as saucers and seemed to grow bigger. Scarlett wasn't sure if she was doing it right, but she didn't want to stop just yet. She was starting to like it. She blushed at that thought, but realized it was useless to deny it. His member was thrusting in and out of her mouth, and she tried to lick the head every time he pulled back. The taste of pre-cum met Scarlett's tongue when it licked. She didn't care much for his pulling of her hair, though. Max started to get faster and almost gagged her a couple of times. She felt his hand tighten in her hair and his thick muscled thighs tighten too. 

Max growled loudly as he filled Scarlett's mouth with his cum. She had no choice but to swallow. By the time he stopped the sensation of her throat working made him cum yet again. Max didn't think he had ever cum this hard before. She was so good at this, and yet she seemed like she didn't know what to do. He thought Scarlett had done a better job then any of the others. Max pulled away and out of the warmth of her mouth. He slid down her body until he rested between her legs. Her tongue came out to lick her lips as a curious look appeared on her face. Max smiled and slipped the nipple clamps off. Scarlett exhaled loudly as he did so. He sensed she was different from his other women, but didn't know what exactly, too busy to stop and think about it. He bent his head to tongue her tender nipples and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. 

Max was licking and sucking her tortured nipples, and it felt wonderful! She moaned and purred her pleasure. He gave both nipples a pinch and then resumed his wet administrations. Oh maybe it wasn't so bad after all. What Max was doing to her felt good, very good. The little pain she felt, from the nipple clamps, were more pleasurable then painful. Scarlett liked what he was doing, and she knew what was yet to come. She had talked to her friends about sex and in truth she couldn't wait. He was big though, and she had doubts about him fitting. Max sucked deeply on one nipple and all Scarlett's thoughts fled. All she could do was enjoy this and the waves of pleasure that hit her. Her breathing had sped up again when Max stopped and positioned his self between her legs. The head of his enlarged dick slipped into her entrance and she gasped in shock at the stretching. Oh she didn't see how he was going to fit. Scarlett heard him take a deep breath then pushed farther inside her. As Max push farther and farther, easing into her, he finally shoved past her maidenhead. She knew there would be pain, and so she bit down on her bottom lip. 

Max had noticed how tight she was, but didn't think anything of it, too involved in the pleasure that tightness brought. He missed her sharp intake of breath as he slid all the way in, because of his blood pounding in his head. God was she tight, he thought. Then he vaguely remembered the slight barrier that he'd broken through. Damn. She was a virgin! He stilled and decided to let her body adjust to his invasion. God, but it took every bit of his control to keep from thrusting in and out of her tightness. After Max got his breathing under control he glanced at her face. The droplet of blood on her bottom lip, where she was biting into it, made guilt wash over him. He cooed softly to her to calm her down some. 

"I'm truly sorry, pet. If I'd known I would have been gentler. The pain will pass soon and you'll feel pleasure once again," he spoke as he pushed his mind into hers. Max erased the pain, but it took a few minutes. 

At the sound of his voice Scarlett looked into his eyes. She felt a rush of heat in her mind and then the pain was fleeing her conscious. She also realized, gazing into his eyes, he really hadn't meant to hurt her. That helped her relax, along with his promise of pleasure. His face looked strained, and she marveled at how he hadn't just kept on moving, but had stopped. Max pulled out slowly when she had relaxed, and she took a sharp intake of breath. He then pushed in just as slowly. She felt the pleasure course through her with that same warming sensation. 

The speed picked up, and he stopped adding pleasure through her mind to bring her pleasure through her body. Max was trusting in and out gaining speed slowly. He had her moaning and lifting her hips to meet his downward thrusts. He groaned his pleasure as she followed his rhythm, getting faster and faster. He reached up and untied Scarlett's wrists and felt her hands instantly bury in his dark hair. His own hands gripped her hips in a firm hold as they both began to climb the hill to their climax.

Oh she was so special. Max felt a pull from her, not physical, but like her soul pulling at his. Beautiful, sensitive, and passionate she was. The others were going to hear from him. They should have told him his prize was a virgin. A virgin was perfect to weaken his vampire senses. Later, he would deal with them later. For now Max wanted to concentrate on the present.

With his sexual lust being fulfilled Max's blood lust hit him like a hammer. He had kept it in check, barely, while he had first thrust into her. The smell of her virginal blood was driving his vampire senses crazy! On top of that he could hear Scarlett's pulse, drumming in his head. The need to feast was growing; it was what drove him to push harder and deeper. He moved his hips in a rotating movement and thrust deeply into her suddenly climaxing pussy. As Scarlett screamed out from the first of many waves of her orgasm, Max sank his fangs into the tender flesh of her neck. While her sweet life's juices filled his mouth, he felt his own powerful release crash upon him. The head vampire of a vampire coven buried his spraying member inside of her, and drank deeply from her neck.

Max continued to feed while her pleasure started to fade. Scarlett's hands pulled at his dark hair. She had come to her senses and realized that he was sucking her blood! At first she had enjoyed the feeling, until understanding of what he was doing flooded her mind. Panic hit, and moaning she tugged harder at his hair. When that didn't stop him she begged him to. Still Max drank. Scarlett had started to feel dizzy and lightheaded, when he finally growled and raised his head. 

Her hands weren't gripping his hair when he stopped, but were holding on loosely. Max hadn't realized he'd been that hungry. Then a thought hit him, and he searched for her pulse using his unnatural senses. Her heart rate was slower then normal, but other then that she was fine. The last thing he wanted was to turn Scarlett into a ghoul, a slave with no thought of its own. Luckily Max hadn't taken too much for that to happen. To turn her vampire would be to give her his blood, and that may happen later on, but for now he wanted her human. Max nuzzled her neck, hearing her whimper. He smiled and rolled off her, sure she would sleep until late tomorrow evening. 

Leaning down over the foot of the bed he untied her ankles. He covered her with a blanket and kissed Scarlett's forehead. In all his centuries he had yet to run across one with such beauty as her, beauty and passion. In sleep she looked so angelic. She was his now and Max knew he would never let her go like he had his other prizes. Though as he thought back on how she had resisted his feeding he knew he'd have to ease her into his world. That thought made his tongue tingle with the want of her tasty blood. So sweet, she was, on the inside and the out. He had his work cut out for him with her, but he knew he'd enjoy every moment. It made him smile as he walked from his room and his darling prize. 

Then he frowned as he remembered she was a virgin and he'd not been told. Something had to be done. 

The others he ruled over were in deep trouble. They were young, but they should know by now that it wasn't a game to play with the innocent. Max sighed, thinking he had better do something to make them realize what they had done. He'd also have to do it quick for he could feel Scarlett's blood weakening him, slowly, but surly. Now that she wasn't a virgin anymore he could enjoy her without the weakness it caused.

(I hope you enjoy this and tell mewhat you think. This was my first one ever written and desrcibes me very well.)