3 comments/ 18515 views/ 8 favorites Laila and the Glass Armonica: Blonde By: LaSalia Thanks go to LaRascasse for his editing expertise in making this story better! Laila stalked down the concrete steps of her townhouse, the 6 inch gold stiletto sandals ringing in harmony with her tinkling gold chandelier earrings and bangles. Elegant mahogany curls fell down her back and bounced against her bare, creamy white shoulders. The teal and fuchsia bubble mini dress covered enough of her long, lean body to keep her from being cited for indecent exposure, but just barely. A thick black belt strapped just below her small, high breasts cut a walking, strutting hourglass figure as she walked the four blocks to The Glass Armonica. Men stared. Women frowned in envy. Laila ignored them, intent on her destination. Reaching the opaque glass door, pulsing with green and blue lights, she walked in. The sweet, eerie music of the entry washing over her, overpowering the R&B beat humming from within the club. Benjamin Franklin invented the Glass Armonica. It was based off the sounds made when you ran a finger along the edge of a crystal water glass. Thought to cause insanity, the instrument was banned in the 1800's. Laila loved the sound. The sound ranged within a unique array of frequencies that confused the brain's sense of locating the sound. At least for humans. Laila was not human. Throwing back the double doors, no one checked her ID nor asked her to sign in. Laila was a regular, and popular at that. Striding into the pulsing throng of humanity, Laila lifted her chin and took a deep breath. Scenting the air, she sought to find the one, the human who could fulfill her this night. It wasn't easy. She'd only been a vampire for twenty years now, and although she had never lost control yet, like many young vampires do, it was always a close thing. They all smelled so good. The challenge was to find the most delicious human in the room, which would keep the young vampire from nibbling his or her way across the floor. Few figured it out before having to flee the town of their "birth," and then a few more towns before getting it right. Some were lucky enough to find a master to take them on, but that usually meant years of servitude to that elder. Laila had simply followed the elder who'd offered to enslave her, and learned his secret through observation. It helped that her self control had always been rock solid. It served her well as she scented the room again, finally catching a scent that stood out from all the others. Writhing her body seductively, Laila danced her way across the room towards the tantalizing smell. Her dark blue eyes scanned the crowd until they lighted on the creature that smelled so divine. A petite blonde girl was flirting with a handsome young man who kept handing her drinks. She didn't look quite old enough to be drinking them, and was obviously getting drunk fast. Laila laughed softly to herself. Seemed she would have to rescue the little thing before she ravished her herself. Sauntering over to the table, she danced near the girl, throwing teasing glances over her shoulder. At first the girl looked confused. Her heavily rouged lips parted in surprise. She glanced at the man beside her, but the power of Laila's gaze drew her back. Dark blue stared into light blue and Laila could see the girl's nipples tighten beneath the thin polyester tube dress she wore. Her breath became faster and shallow. Laila smiled hungrily. The young man stepped between them and tried to grind against Laila's seductive curves. She stopped moving and glared. He wasn't deterred, and placed a hand on her hip to draw her towards him. He barely had time to gasp when she twisted his arm away from her body and practically threw him into the nearby table. Lucky for him, she was famished, and didn't throw him as hard as she could. There were a few jeers from the dancing crowd, but no one made a move to interfere. Lifting her arms, Laila beckoned to the petite blonde, their eyes meeting and locking tight. The slender girl moved warily, as though against her will, wiggling between the arms of the tall, lush redhead. Laila put her hands on the girl's body and twirled her once before grinding her body sensuously along the blonde's backside, caressing her stomach and breast as she did. Some of the newer patrons stared openly, the regulars stared jealously. There were a few who showed up at this club at least twice a week with the express desire to receive Laila's attentions. The one thing that no one ever seemed to realize was that Laila never, ever took regulars, and the ones she did take never came back to the club. The blonde had closed her eyes and was openly moaning a Laila caressed her on the dance floor. She thrust whatever part of her body Laila touched into her silken hands, and when Laila's lips trailed kisses across her bare shoulder, the girl squealed in delight, her arms lifting above her head and behind her to capture the sensuous woman and hold her to the girl's bare flesh. The girl's ample breasts were thrusting out, nearly popping from the tight tube dress. A perceptive observer, of which there were many, may have seen the peak of areola against the ruched fabric. Others watched as Laila's practiced hands slid along the girl's slender legs, pulling the skirt of the tight dress higher and higher, nearly exposing the curve of her supple backside. When the music briefly stopped as the DJ switched tracks, Laila's seductive dance ended, and she stepped away from the girl, neatly extricating herself from the blonde's grip around her neck. It took several seconds for the girl to compose herself, and when she did, she whirled around, feeling desperately bereft. At first she didn't see Laila anywhere, and a choked sob rose into her throat. She didn't know why, but she felt as though she had just lost something precious forever. Then she saw the bouncy mahogany curl and the deep blue gaze, calling her to cross the floor. The girl's sandaled feet slapped against the floor as she ran, following Laila up the stairs to the private lounge, and then through a door. Inside was a small, darkly decorated room with a large leather couch. The girl stepped inside, her eyes taking a minute to adjust to the darkness. Laila didn't have that problem, and gazed hungrily at her prey from a dark corner. When the girl had crossed far enough into the threshold, Laila stepped into the dim light and smiled seductively. The girl blushed, the blood blooming on her cheeks, neck and chest, and Laila felt her mouth water at the sight. "Close the door." The girl obeyed the husky whisper, and when she heard the soft click, she momentarily felt a trickle of fear. It disappeared instantly, as Laila stepped forward and took the blonde in her arms, thrusting her tongue between the warm, surprised lips of the girl. Laila gave her no chance to protest, sliding her hands over the tight, erect nipples while she explored the girl's mouth ravenously. The blonde whimpered in surrender and threw her arms around Laila's shoulders, holding on tightly as her desire made her weak in the knees. Feeling the body of her prey capitulate, Laila growled in triumph and began sliding her tongue along the silken skin of the girl's jaw and throat. She pulled the tube dress and the girl's tits sprang from the thin material. Laila took one tight, pink nipple into her mouth and sucked hard before lathing it gently with her tongue. The girl moaned, thrusting her breast into Laila's mouth, entranced by the way Laila's silken curls caressed her chest and stomach as her mouth tortured her nipple. Laila sniffed. She could smell the blonde's arousal and cupped her, still teasing her taut nipple. The tiny thong was soaked with the girl's excitement and Laila could wait no longer. Turning her prey's body, Laila gently maneuvered the girl towards the couch, her fingers tickling and teasing her swollen mound, making the blonde sigh and squeal in pleasure. When the girl felt the couch against the backs of her calves, she eagerly fell into the soft cushions. Laila dropped down between her knees and began kissing the inside of her thighs. The blonde watched the dark mass of curls as it teased and tickled her flesh. She couldn't help herself, and began to stroke the silken hair, winding it between her fingers. The blonde had never thought of being with a woman before, but strangely she didn't question it now. She had just graduated high school and was celebrating her adulthood with a fake ID at one of the city's most exclusive clubs. She had lost her virginity to her school's football captain on prom night, and when he hadn't returned any of her calls, she began to feel depressed. Desperate to prove to herself that she was still attractive and desirable, she'd dressed herself as appealing as she could and slipped from her parent's house and into the night. The man she had been flirting with was more than enough to boost her ego, and she had been trying to think of a way to sneak away from him when the haze of alcohol began to sink in. Her desire to save herself from a promiscuous encounter with a perfect stranger began to fade as she became more and more uninhibited. This however, went well beyond becoming tipsy. The all consuming fire in her loins as the beautiful redhead had stared at her on the dance floor was unreal. She felt the supernatural pull immediately and couldn't resist. Now that gorgeous hair was pooled in her lap, and as she felt her thong slide down her legs, she held her breath. Laila stared at the gorgeous pussy before her. The girl had shaved her labia, leaving just a small puff of dark golden curls at the apex of her slit. Her lips were glistening with moister and puffy with her excitement. Laila could see the tiny nub of her clit already peeking from beneath its hood. With a growl of hunger, Laila could wait no longer and thrust the blonde's legs apart as she ran her tongue from the girl's anus, between her sopping lips and curled around her throbbing clit. The hands in Laila's hair gripped her tightly, but Laila didn't notice as she began vigorously licking and sucking the girl's labia, letting the folds open to her slowly as they swelled with her pleasure. The blond was panting, her head resting on the back of the couch as she writhed against the pleasurable tongue. When she was nearly open to Laila's mouth, Laila placed both hands on either side of her lips and spread her wide, her tongue assaulting the pink inner folds. The blonde was gasping as her moans rose in pitch. Laila felt her fangs drop and knew the girl was ready. When she sunk one of her long canines into the swollen clit, the girl screamed in pleasure, not pain, as her body shattered against Laila's cool mouth. The blood rushed from the swollen nub and Laila eagerly wrapped her lips around it, sucking and swallowing the sweet nectar of the girl's blood along with her rushing orgasm. After a moment of slaking her thirst, Laila began to let the blood trickle down and mix with the girl's creamy cum, then she began to lap it all up. The blonde never had a moment to recover from her first orgasm, and she felt herself building again as Laila's tongue stroked her quivering flesh. She felt one of Laila's cold fingers slip inside her pussy and begin pumping and stroking her while her tongue continued to lick the hot fluids gushing from her pinched clit. She screamed again as Laila thrust a second finger inside her tight sheath, her lips wrapping around the fully erect clit and sucking hard. The blonde held Laila's bouncy red curls between her thighs, grinding into her mouth as she screamed in ecstasy. Laila felt the blood pooling in her own belly and the pleasure of it was intoxicating. The taste of the alcohol in the girl's blood sank into her body, and as the girl screamed her release, Laila felt the fullness inside her sink into her own loins, causing her to swell and burst into a fierce orgasm at the very same moment. The moisture between her own thighs brought a soft moan from Laila, and she felt the girl stroke her ears in understanding of her pleasure. Laila's thirst and her lusts were now slaked, but she was enjoying the girl's pleasure too much to stop now. Instead of letting the blonde come down from the orgasm, she doubled her efforts, reaching deep inside to stroke the soft, swollen spot on her upper wall. She pressed down on the girl's lower abdomen, increasing the pressure of her fingers as she rubbed the girl's g-spot. The blond felt the pulsing in her clit lessen as she was completely overtaken by the new throb deep within her center. Laila could feel the girl's pussy lips flutter as her tight walls tried to suck her fingers deeper inside. Laila's mouth never left the girl's clit, but she was flicking it lightly now, nuzzling the sensitive flesh. The blood flow had changed and it now merely oozed from the skin. She concentrated on gently rubbing the soft flesh inside the girl, swirling her fingers and letting her pinky lightly dance against the puckered flesh of her anus as she pressed deeply into the girl's shaven pussy. Just when the blonde thought she would die of the pleasure, it got even better. Laila left her tortured clit and began trailing soft, wet kisses upwards, locking onto a nipple, then the other, her free hand teasing the newly moisten nub with her tongue did the same to the other. "My name is Laila. Say my name. Scream for me." Laila's hand inside the blond began to pump rapidly against her sensitive flesh, her thumb now pressing against the sensitive clit as well and the girl couldn't hold back any longer. Laila timed it perfectly, the DJ was just switching tracks outside the room, and anyone within twenty feet of the door could hear the blonde as she cried in ecstasy, her body squirting cum onto the soft leather of the couch. Laila took perverse pleasure in letting everyone in the club know exactly how much pleasure she was bringing to the girl. "Laila! Laila! Yes, yes, yes! Oh God! GOD! Laila!!!!!!!" Laila continued to pump and suckle until she felt the quivering body beneath her go slack, sinking into the cool leather cushions. She gently slid her fingers from the blonde's body, feeling a slight after tremor as she did. Looking at the girl's face, she saw the wispy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. The girl's hair was tousled across her shoulders, her mascara smudged from squeezing her eyes so tightly. Her tube dress was bunched between her large tits and her round hips. She was pale from the blood loss, but there was still a faint bloom in her cheeks as she lay gasping for breath. The girl was a mess, and Laila thought she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life. However, she always felt that way about her prey. Standing up, Laila, arranged her bubble mini across her thighs and then leaned down to kiss the girl tenderly. The blonde's hand fluttered limply, unable to rise and caress her lover. Laila sighed with happiness and went to the door. She opened the door and slipped out into the crowd, letting the door click softly behind her. With the hot blood singing in her veins, rich with tequila and arousal, she danced to the pounding beat of R&B and techno songs, a solitary beacon of sensuality beneath the pulsing lights. Finally, even above the pulsing music, she heard the click of the door. Turning, she smiled, seeing the dazed blond stumbling back into the club. Laila caught her eye once and smiled sultrily. The girl blushed with heady embarrassment and rushed to the exit to the chorus of laughter from a few regulars. Laila felt a twinge of sorrow knowing that the girl would never come back to the club. However, she knew that there were many, many more beautiful humans to love. Tomorrow. Laila and the Glass Armonica: Boys Thanks go to LaRascasse for his editing expertise in making this story better. READER TIP: This story is mostly focused on the men, ie, gay sex between a gay guy and a straight guy both under hypnosis. Laila writhed and gyrated to the music blasting from the speakers in the Glass Armonica. She'd been there for over an hour, and she was famished. But there wasn't a single human in the club that appealed to her. She was starting to eye the crowd, looking for someone who would do, when he walked in. She stared in shock. His dark hair was styled in a well gelled mohawk, and his button down, orange and pink striped shirt was open two buttons. His jeans were well tailored and his leather and orange sneakers looked like they had been dyed to match the shirt. His glance passed right over her, in spite of the fact that she was wearing her shortest mini skirt and a tight tube top. When it settled on the hot, leather clad bad boy who'd been harassing her all night, she knew her first judgment was correct: the man was gay. He smelled, however, delicious. Briefly she considered leaving, finding someone else, but the tantalizing odor was causing her to salivate. Her hunger had been building over the last hour and her self control was gone. Sidling up behind him, she tapped his shoulder. He gave her a bland smile, and she touched his chin, tilting his head so that he was forced to stare into her eyes. She gazed hypnotically until his eyes took on a glazed look. Then she smiled sultrily at the nearly panting bad boy. It took much less time to hypnotize him. Then she took both men by the hand and led them up the stairs to the private booth she often used. They followed her like men who were sleepwalking, their eyes glazed, their limbs limp and dangling. Laila didn't say a word until they were both inside and the door was shut. Turning first to the James Dean wannabe she whispered in his ear. "You find this man to be extremely sexy. You want to lick and caress his body until he screams in ecstasy." His slack face brightened into a smile as his eyes focused on the two hot bodies in front of him. Laila smiled and turned to her intended prey. "You will not see me, or hear me, or feel me. You will only focus on the man who is touching you, and how much he turns you on." Laila knew better than to try and make him desire her. Most of the human population, whether they admitted it or not, were at least bi-curious. The small percentage that weren't was usually gay or very, very straight. She was willing to bet that the man slipping out of his leather jacket had thought about being with another guy before. She was also willing to bet that the gay man had spent more time wondering why he wasn't attracted to women. It was safer for the psyche to allow people to do what felt natural, even if it was repressed. Laila began to undress the sandy haired bad boy while he turned to pluck the buttons of the other man's shirt. The darker haired man leaned forward and kissed him, raising up on his toes just a little to press his lips more firmly against the other man's mouth. They both hesitated for a moment, breathing in one another's scent before finally getting the courage to take a taste. Their clothes were completely forgotten as the kiss deepened, tongues swirling against one another. Laila finished undressing them, running her hands along each man's buttocks to press their groins against one another. The limp, dazed slumber they appeared to be in vanished as both men enjoyed the feel of skin sliding against skin as Laila's hands caressed them both with nimble fingers. The dark haired man groaned, grinding his lengthening erection against his partner, whose own cock was straining equally towards him. When Laila knelt at their feet, grasping both cocks in her hands, the men sighed and resumed their kiss. She alternated between sucking one cock, then the other, her fangs lightly grazing the tight veins on top of each one's shaft. Neither man felt a thing beyond the intense pleasure of her mouth and the feel of one another's tongue swirling in their mouth. Eagerly she lapped at the blood that tricked onto their cocks. The gay man broke off the kiss to cup the other man's face, running his fingers through his longish hair, then sliding his palms down and spreading them along the expanse of his chest. When he reached the man's taut nipples, he leaned down to lick one until the bud flattened against his tongue. Laila watched the two of them through hooded lids. She was enjoying the sight of the two men making out immensely, but she wanted more. The gay man was aroused, but his blood still wasn't singing with the intensity of passion she desired. Catching the blond man's eye, she pulled him into a deep kiss while the other man continued to suck his nipples. Her hand on his shaft kept pumping as she whispered another hypnotic suggestion into his ears. "Ask him if he wants you to fuck his ass." The bad boy shuddered at the thought of slipping his cock into a tight, hot asshole. It was a secret fantasy of his, and none of his girlfriends had ever let him try it. With escalating desire, he pulled the other man from his nipples and grasped his cock. He kissed him deeply before looking him in the eyes. He didn't notice the glazed look that mirrored his own as his husky voice resonated in the small room. "I wanna fuck your ass until you scream and call me daddy. What do you say, pretty boy?" Sweat broke out on the other man's face. He felt nearly faint at the thought of this sexy macho man fucking him. The few boyfriends he'd had weren't nearly as dominant as he'd wanted, and not a one had talked dirty to him. The only answer he could manage was a tight nod. The other man took him by the shoulders and turned him around, bending him down over the arm of the leather couch that was the only furniture in the small room. Both men hesitated for a moment. It wasn't what they usually did, screwing someone on the first date. Laila knew they only needed a little encouragement. She stroked both of their shoulders, cooing softly. "You want to feel one another's body slapping hot against your skin. You want to sink yourselves into the pleasure and forget everything but the sensual feelings of a hot cock penetrating you." The tension melted and the tall sandy haired man pressed his cock firmly against the other man's ass, rubbing pre-cum on the puckered hole. Both moaned as he slowly pushed it inside. Laila found a convenient spot next to each man, rubbing his balls and slipping the dark haired man's cock into her mouth. His blood was now tinged with his mounting excitement, mixing with his tangy flavor. As the bad boy pumped his cock deeper and deeper into his ass, she could taste the hormones increasing in his veins. She slipped one hand between her own legs and began to finger herself, rubbing her clit and hole as she watched the men together. "Oh yes, yes! Do it to me, do it to me! Fuck that gay ass, daddy! Mmm!" "Yeah, you like it, don't you pretty boy? You like a straight guy fucking your little faggoty hole." Laila was just a little shocked, but more turned on as the man whose cock she sucked grabbed the couch and began to moan wildly. Both of them were grinding into one another with rapid thrusts, their sweaty skin slapping against one another. Laila began to finger her clit as she watched the men fuck. As he pumped his cock between the man's soft cheeks, the bad boy gave his ass a light slap, eliciting a moan. He grabbed his hips, fingers digging hard into his hips as he increased his speed, pounding his lover down against the couch arm. The men reached their peaks together, crying out in unison. Laila was only a moment behind, blood trickling down her chin as she gasped, arching into her fingers as her pussy gushed in pleasure from the blood lust being fulfilled. She quickly slipped out of the way as both men collapsed onto the couch. They lay there panting as they tried to regain control of their senses. Laila whispered again as she handed them their clothes. "You will get dressed and leave the club separately and never come back. You will not remember one another if you ever meet again. Neither of you will remember what happened tonight, you will think it was all a dream." The men nodded mutely as they pulled their clothes back on. In spite of their induced amnesia, Laila knew they would both spend the rest of the night smiling. She hoped that the dreamlike memories they did retain would bring them both pleasure. As she walked out into the night, Laila sighed with contentment, hurrying back to her apartment before the first lacy fingers of dawn streaked across the sky. Laila and the Glass Armonica: Ebony Thanks go to LaRascasse for his editing expertise in making this story better. Laila walked into the Glass Armonica, the eerie music sending shivers of anticipation down her spine. Her pink metallic sandals crisscrossed up her legs, the matching metallic halter dress with rhinestone buckles shimmered as she walked, turning several heads. The deep drape front neckline let the light from the strobes bounce off of her barely concealed breasts, and showed off her pierced navel. The simple gold and diamond jewel drew the eyes down. The open back was so low, the crack of her round ass peeked out. The dress was short, barely covering her. If she bent over, even a little, she would likely be exposed. Laila took a deep breath, scenting the room, and stepped into the middle of the dance floor. When she raised her arms above her head, swaying sensuously to the music, her dress lifted just enough to show the swell of her bottom cheeks. Watching the patrons of the club, she felt almost possessive of these people, who she saw every night. This was so much more than her hunting ground. The very act of her using the club as her private preserve marked this club as off limits to other vampires. Laila never killed. Other vampires were not so generous. These people owed their lives to her, even though they would never know it. The tingle against her tongue alerted her that her prey was near. The tantalizing flavor assailed her nostrils, and she peeked through her lids, scanning for the person who would bring her satisfaction tonight. Several men had surrounded her, vying for a chance to grind against her body, but she neatly avoided them. When she saw the dark chocolate eyes staring at her from the bar, she knew she had found him. He was sipping a glass of rum, and it was obvious he couldn't take his eyes off her. His short cropped hair was brushed in small waves, and a smile tugged at his goatee. He licked his lips, the dark pink tongue a startling contrast to his rich brown lips. A well manicured finger traced the rim of his glass while he watched Laila gyrate to the music. She met his gaze, holding it as she moved through the crowded floor, calling him with her eyes. Finally, he downed the glass and rose. They met on the floor, and she put one cold hand on his chest, reaching between the opening of his button down. She caressed the tight, crisp curls of his chest and inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne. She liked the look of his dark, coffee skin against her pale, bloodless hand. He didn't move at all as she ground against his hips, turning to rub her backside against him. He could feel the soft mahogany curls sliding against him, tickling his chest. He never danced. He came to the club for the atmosphere and the liquor. Once in a while, he let someone take him home. As Laila's body slid against his, however, he couldn't stop himself from putting his hands on her body and swaying lightly with her rhythm. It reminded him of the dance they would likely do late. Staring down at her pale, creamy skin, the cheeks of her ass and the globes of her tits jiggling set his blood on fire. Ignoring the other people on the floor, he cupped her bare bottom, delighted to discover she wasn't wearing any panties. Sliding his hands along her bare back, he pushed his hands inside her dress and stroked the sides of her breasts. There was no supportive cup holding her generous breasts, they were high and firm on their own. He felt his cock hardening as they ground against one another to the beat of the music. When the song ended, Laila leaned back against his hard, muscled chest and whispered, her voice caressing him as much as her amble backside. "Want to get out of here?" He chuckled. "Hell yes." She took his hand and led him outside. It was a cool night in late September, and the trees lining the street had begun to change colors. The wind tugged at Laila's mahogany curls and she twirled in the light of the streetlamp, highlighting her creamy, alabaster skin and allowing him tantalizing glimpses of her flesh as the dress moved. "I walked here." He blinked for a moment, then realized what she wanted. He took his keys from his pocket and beeped his ride. Laila saw the lights flash on a black BMW and walked towards it, her sandals clicking against the pavement. He rushed ahead of her, opening the door, and she rewarded him with a sultry smile. When he climbed in and turned the key, the car rumbled to life. She was pleasantly surprised that the radio was turned off. Usually men left their radios on and whatever channel they had been listening to last would assault her ears. It didn't matter much if she liked the music, her keen senses were overwhelmed by the sound, and when it drowned out the sounds of the night, it always made her feel vulnerable. Her prey tried to make conversation as they drove, but her soft, one word replies were not very encouraging. She heard his heart beat speed up and knew she was making him nervous. Laila was in a mood to play tonight, and she had this man on tenterhooks, waiting for her to give him a solid signal. When they pulled into a large apartment building, about 10 minutes drive from the club, he pulled into the multilevel garage and parked. Laila immediately opened the car door, not saying a word, and forcing him to get out quickly as well. She stared patiently at him while he tried to figure out if she was going to reject him, or accept his invitation inside. In the end, he just flashed her a bright smile and offered his hand. She could sense his relief when she took it, and he led her into the building and on the elevator. He pressed the button for the 6th floor. When the metal doors closed, she pounced. Laila wrapped her arms around the man's neck and licked his chocolate colored skin. She sucked the lobe of one ear, her hands deftly unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of his shirt, yanking them from his pants. She shoved him roughly against the elevator wall and ground her smaller body against his large frame while her lips continued to nibble and suck on his exposed flesh. She trailed her mouth down his chest and took one tight male nipple between her teeth, hearing the hiss of his breath as she lightly bit him. When the elevator ding sounded that they had reached his floor, she took two steps back, leaning against the wall to watch him regain his composure. It was only a matter of seconds before he was able to bring his mind out of the pleasurable fog Laila's hungry mouth had induced. His eyes darkened a shade, turning nearly black as he advanced on her, forgetting entirely that they were supposed to be exiting the elevator. Laila, however, slipped away at the last moment, darting out the elevator's closing doors. He had barely enough time to thrust a hand between them and push the doors open again. Stepping out into the hallway, he saw Laila standing with hands on her hips, waiting for him. He practically stalked her, taking his key from his pocket and thanking God that his was the first room on this floor. After shoving the door open, made a grab for her hand and yanked her inside. His apartment was the typical Spartan of a single male. The studio had white walls, white kitchen cabinets with black marble counter tops that sported barstools, and a leather couch and chairs surrounding a coffee table and 52" TV with surround speakers. She noticed that the sofa unfolded into a bed, and immediately yanked it down and sat, leaning back on her hands and smiling at him seductively. Her prey came towards her, kneeling between her spread thighs and pulled her body against his own. The dress was barely noticeable as her breasts slipped through the draped neckline, her nipples rubbing against the crisp, curly hair of his chest, and the hem slid right up to her hips as she spread her legs wide. His tongue thrust deeply into her mouth and his hands reached down to cup her bare bottom, squeezing the firm globes eagerly. When she thrust her head back, exposing her long, white neck, he began to lick and suck the soft flesh, leaving a wet trail down into the valley of her breasts. She grabbed his head with both hands and eagerly guided his hot mouth to the peak of one had nipple. He sucked the tight bud, squeezing her ass and pulling her hips tightly against his swelling groin. Laila sighed in delight as he played with one nipple, then the other, lathing it with his hot, pink tongue while continuing to rub his groin against her mound. Still gripping his head, her hands caressing his tight curly hair, she pushed him lower, urging him to nestle between her sweet thighs. Wanting to see all that she had to offer, he swept Laila's skimpy pink dress from her body and gazed down at the sight of his dark, chocolate hands covering her milky white thighs. Laila, too was enthralled with the scene. He yanked his already unbuttoned shirt off and stood to pull his belt and pants from his body. His silky boxers had been rubbing against his cock as it grew, and it now sprang eagerly from the soft confinement. Her eyes glowed faintly as she stared hungrily at the huge, blood filled organ, licking her lips in sweet anticipation. He took advantage of her distraction and knelt between her thighs again, his mouth descending on her smooth, shaven pussy. Laila gripped his dark head and arched her mons against his heavenly mouth. He licked her folds with a broad, flat tongue, covering the small space in molten heat. When he began to flick his tongue against her clit, Laila moaned in satisfaction, feeling her own body tingle with excitement. Although she had not fed yet tonight, he still managed to quicken the blood left in her body, bringing her a twinge of sexual pleasure. When his tongue slid inside her silken tunnel, she wrapped her legs around his shoulders and bucked wildly. He grabbed her ass, thrusting his tongue over and over until finally Laila's body shuddered in bliss and she cried out, arching against the leather bed. Instead of relenting, he moved his tongue lower, swirling around her tight anus, causing a hiss of surprise to escape her lips. His tongue swirled around the tight hole until it began to pucker with excitement and Laila writhed uncontrollably on the soft couch. He didn't relent at all until he felt her body explode a second time. While she was still feeling the tremors of her body, he picked her up and slid her down his body, impaling her slick, wet pussy with his huge cock. He was surprised when the full nine inches was swallowed whole by her spasming sheath. Most women could only take a little over half his member, some had been able to take nearly two thirds. This was the only time he'd been able to seat himself to the hilt, and he nearly came on the spot. Ignoring her soft growls of protest, he held very still, enjoying the feel of being engulfed in wet pussy. Then he walked her to the wall and braced he body against it as he began thrusting in and out of her soft core. Laila held his body tightly and gasped when she noticed a mirror on the wall above the sofa bed. She could see her pale limbs wrapped around his dark, muscular body, and the sight of his contrasting chocolate skin as it drove into her was intensely erotic. Against her better judgment, she allowed her fangs to grow and bit down on the tender flesh of his shoulder. She didn't go for the jugular vein, since that would cause him to bleed out in less than a minute. Instead, she sucked from one of the smaller veins in his shoulder, the hot blood coursing through her body, causing the previously cold flesh to heat and swell with the pleasure. He hissed with the sudden pain, but she could sense his pleasure intensify as his blood sang from the sensation. Laila could feel her vision clouding with the red of her lust as his cock continued to pound deeply inside her body. Just before the blood orgasm came, he reached between their bodies, sensing her near explosion, and rubbed her now ultra sensitive clit. She released his shoulder and screamed her satisfaction into the night. Her lover rocked his hips in small sharp jabs, milking her tight cunt for every last trace of its shudders before he allowed her limp legs to fall to the floor and he pulled out. Laila felt dazed, but quickly composed herself. She wasn't quite full, the hunger still tinged her sight. She noticed immediately that her chocolate prey had not yet cum, his hard cock stood high, dripping with her juices. She advanced, shoving him hard onto the leather bed and wrapped her now hot lips around his pulsing head. The man gasped and wrapped his hands in her dark red hair. He held her still and thrust deeply into her mouth. His slightly curved cock easily slid down her tight throat as she sucked her own juices from his dark, meaty shaft. He didn't know it, but Laila, being a vampire, didn't need to breathe. Most women of his acquaintance pulled away when he pushed too deeply, or thrust too quickly for them to draw breath. Laila, however, allowed his cock to slide into her mouth until his tightly curled ball sac bumped against her chin. It didn't matter how long he held it there, or how fast he fucked her pretty face, she simply stared at him with those gorgeous dark blue eyes. He never even felt it as the tip of one long fang sliced through the vein running along his cock, and the blood slid down her throat with each thrust. He was too caught up in the pleasure he was feeling. As she swallowed more and more of his blood, she could feel a second blood orgasm rising, but tried to hold off. Cupping his fuzzy sac, she rolled his balls as he continued to fuck her face. When he groaned, his balls tightening and pulling up into his body, she let herself go, moaning into his flesh, the sounds vibrating his cock as his hot cum gushed to mix with the blood in her mouth. He held her face tightly pressed against him, her nose inhaling the musky scent of his pubic hair as his cock pulsed inside her mouth, and her blood sang with her own vampiric orgasm. Finally, he sank down into the leather sofa bed, his body relaxing, and Laila pulled her mouth from his softening shaft. The wound began to close itself, and she spared just a moment to lick the last few drops of blood, before cleaning her lips of any trace. She hoped he didn't notice the two fang marks on his shoulder in the morning. Wrapping her naked, sated body around his, she pulled a throw blanket over their bodies and cuddled, waiting for the deep breathing that signaled that her lover had fallen asleep. Slipping stealthily from beneath the blanket, she stared down at his magnificent body, a mixture of love and regret on her face. She knew she couldn't see him again. Being the lover of a vampire was just too difficult for most humans. With her sultry voice, she whispered the glamour in his ear that would ensure he never came to the Glass Armonica again. His brow knit, and his lips turned in a frown for a brief moment before settling back into a relaxed sleep. She pulled her halter dress back on then walked out the door, closing it softly. In the morning, he would awaken with hazy memories of the gorgeous woman who he hadn't even bothered to ask for her name.