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Innocent Blood

By: EvilPiggieLord



She walked down the empty darkness of the alley, her black high-heeled shoes making soft clicks on the pavement. The expensive black skirt and white silk blouse she wore seemed to contradict her age. Only older people could afford such clothes, but she looked like she was in her mid-20s. She normally wore this outfit when she was going to bars to hunt. Lately, though, the people she had gotten at the bars hadn't been her best choices. True, she'd fed well from them, but in the end, she couldn't help feeling used for all the effort they had given her. She felt her stomach clench, empty, hungry, the sudden pain of it causing her to double over. She staggered against the wall of the alley, her long, thick, wavy brown hair tumbling over her drooping head. She pressed her fingers against her stomach tightly, trying to ease the hunger. It slowly passed, leaving her gasping.

She sat down on the ground, mindless of any refuse that she may be sitting on. She leaned her head against the wall, her eyes closed, letting the moon bathe her small, petite form. The pale light caused her similarly pale face to shine. She pulled her legs up against her chest and clutched them tightly. It had been too long since she had fed, and the hunger, the monster inside of her, was making that fact known to her.

The monster didn't care who was hurt, as long as it was fed. Young or old; male or female; large or small; black or white; appearances didn't matter. Food was food, regardless of the container. But her own mind couldn't accept that reasoning. She didn't like the idea of using the people that she fed from. Money, pleasure, or a simple kind gesture had to be left behind in exchange, she thought.

A small form moved in the shadows in the alley opposite her. Her senses instantly on alert, she wasn't prepared for the mangy cat that slowly walked up to her. Still clutching her legs to her chest, she leaned forward, offering her hand to the small creature. It came closer, unafraid, and sniffed her hand. Her stomach clenching again, she couldn't keep in the small groan that suddenly escaped her. The cat, sensing her problem, ran away, disappearing in the shadows that filled the alley.

Her eyes followed the path the cat made and came across a small ground-floor window across from her. The window was cracked open an inch or so, letting in the cool breeze that this night offered to the city. Her stomach clenched again, but not as hard, thankfully. An open window might mean food. She slowly stood up and staggered over to the window, peering in. Her eyes, long-since adjusted to the darkness, saw a simple bedroom beyond. The bed itself rested at the base of the window, just to its left, with a small end table beside it. A dresser was against the wall opposite the window. A doorway to the rest of the apartment was to the right of the dresser, and a closet sat on the window's right. But more importantly to her and the hunger was the single form resting in the bed, the bedcovers only adorning his lower body. Probably in his early-20s, short brown hair, clean-shaven, and with a hairless chest, he was another average-looking guy, but that didn't matter to her.

She stepped away from the window, peering up and down the alley, making sure that it was empty. Except for the shadows, it was. She closed her eyes and felt herself dissolving, weakening, getting lighter. She focused her mind on the room beyond the window. It was always difficult when she became a pale white mist, but she succeeded, pulling her body and her thoughts together to find herself inside the bedroom, standing at the foot of the man's bed. She grinned softly. A few decades ago, an open window didn't necessarily mean an invitation, which her kind needed. But times change, and now an open window is an invitation for predators to come in and take what they want. She wasn't interested in the man's material possessions, but she knew she was a predator just the same.

The hunger clenched her stomach again, violently. She doubled over, willing herself not to make a sound. It was almost time, she told herself. Just wait a little longer. She slowly stood back up again, and undid the buttons of her white silk blouse. She took it off and tossed it on the floor, leaving on her simple white bra. She took off her black high-heels and tossed them next to the blouse. After some thought, she took off her thigh-length black skirt and tossed it away with her other clothes, leaving her in her black thong panties. Sometimes they struggled when she fed from them, and she didn't want her clothes ruined. Worried that her hair, which fell to the middle of her back, would wake him up before she was finished, she pulled a string from her skirt and tied it into a quick ponytail.

Taking a deep breath, confident that she could feed from him without him knowing, she slowly climbed onto the bed. The hunger was causing her stomach to cramp almost continuously now, but she willed herself to move slowly, afraid that her movements would wake him. He was lying on his back, which made access to him easier, she thought. It was always difficult to feed from the side; the best position was from their front or back. Lying on top of him would prove particularly useful, since it would be easier to pin him down if something happened. Straddling his waist, she slowly bent down, nuzzling his neck, her soft breath caressing his skin. She could smell the life that pumped through him; it called to her. She slowly licked his neck, preparing him. She was startled to feel his cock begin to harden between her legs, and she pulled back slightly. His eyes were still closed. How odd for him to suddenly stir when all I did was lick him a little, she thought. Just to be safe, she softly pinned his arms down, knowing that if he did wake up and struggle, her strength would keep him in control long enough for her to finish.

The hunger called out to her again, and she was confident that both she and the man were ready. She bent back down to his neck, and slowly brought out the twin ivory fangs in her mouth. Taking one final deep breath, savoring the anticipation of his life's fluid running down her throat, she quickly pierced his skin. She heard the man gasp when she bit into him, and felt him struggle a little. She used her strength to keep his arms pinned down while she fed, but his struggles soon stopped. She felt his breathing get heavier, and, surprisingly, she felt his cock grow harder between her legs. She ignored it all, though, focusing on drawing his life into her, trying not to hurt him too badly. When he woke up, all he'd have was a small bruise where she had bitten him and vague memories of pleasure.

His rich red blood flowed into her mouth like a river, and she gently sucked from the twin streams that her fangs had made. The hunger howled, crying out for more, and her stomach clenched again, but she kept herself in control. Just because she lived with the monster inside her and did its bidding didn't mean that she couldn't have some compassion. She couldn't bear to drain her victims, but rather take just enough that the hunger would be sated for awhile.

This one was different, though. His blood had a taste, a flavor that she hadn't tasted in several years. She drank slower, savoring this strange taste. Her mind focused, trying to remember. It hit her then; an Innocent! It was an ancient term for people that had not yet experienced the full pleasures of life. In today's language, she thought, a virgin. She sighed, her breath tickling across the man's neck causing him to shift slightly. She wouldn't experience this taste again in a long time, she knew. She drank slowly, savoring the flavor, the uniqueness, but still not taking enough to cause him harm.

When she felt that the hunger was under control, she slowly pulled away, licking his neck so the healing element of her saliva would heal the wounds she had made. Her stomach was calm, her hunger was satisfied, and she was confident that he hadn't woken up. She let his arms go and rose up to a sitting position. She felt his hard cock press into her folds between the bedcovers and her own panties. She felt herself becoming wet as her body reacted, but she couldn't afford to do anything about it. He was asleep, and needed his rest. Letting the memory of his taste fill her mind, she looked down at his open eyes, which watched her with a seemingly knowing look. There was something else, too. Pleasure? Ashamed at her near-nakedness, and afraid of what he might do now that he was awake, she shifted to get off of him and leave. As she moved, the hard lump in the bedcovers caused by his cock brushed her, this time on her inner thigh. His right hand also moved, slowly and gently grabbing her left wrist. She rested herself back down on him, feeling the warmth of his hand pressing softly into the coolness of her wrist.

"Please, let me go," she whispered.

He shook his head, his grip unwavering. "Please, stay," he said.

She looked down at her nearly-nude body, feeling his cock press into her. "I can't," she said.

"Please," he said again.

She looked back at him. "What's your name?"

"Damian," he said.

She looked back down at her wrist, considering. It had been so long... Most of her partners cared only for their own pleasure, not hers. It wasn't often that she felt desire like this. Her body was betraying her, she knew. The wetness between her legs and her rapid breathing told her what she wanted; what she needed. She slowly moved her eyes from her wrist up to his eyes, which had so many thoughts expressed in them.

Acting on the mutual one, she leaned back down toward him, this time her lips slowly, gently, caressing his. He let go of her wrist, and brought his arms around her, holding her to him. Gentle pecks soon grew to passionate kisses as their mouths opened and their tongues met to dance. Their breathing grew heavy, but they didn't pull away. Rather, he wrapped his arms tighter around her small body, and she pulled his head closer to her in an attempt to push her tongue as deep into his mouth as it would go. Damian responded in the same fashion. One of his arms gently stroked up her back, moving over the clasp of her bra, and wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His other arm moved lower, caressing the pale skin of her ass. She felt his tongue scraping against her fangs, but didn't bother to pull them back in. Between her legs, she felt his cock harden and gently prod her.

Breaking the kiss, she rose up above him, pressing her body harder onto his cock. She held him down as she slowly writhed above him, enjoying his hardness through the clothing and bedcovers. She could feel her body getting wetter, readying itself for him. Letting the suddenness of this decision take her, she let go of him and brought her arms up behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bra. She pulled it off and threw it away to land with all of her other clothes. She sat there above him, now only in her black thong, her pale skin shining in the moonlight that came through the window.

She slowly pulled his hands up to caress her small breasts, the heat of his hands encompassing them nicely. She closed her eyes and arched her back, enjoying the sensations of another person's hands touching her like this after so long. Slowly, Damian started to move, making gentle thrusting motions with his pelvis, trying to get his cock closer to her heat. His hands and fingers started to dance on her breasts, his fingers gently tugging her pale nipples into turgid points, with his hands brushing the soft skin around them.

Rising off of him, she pulled back the bedcovers, exposing his boxer-clad cock, straining in its confining prison. She slowly moved down the bed, out of the reach of his hands, pulling his boxers with her. Like the rest of him, his cock was average, but at that moment, it didn't matter; another hunger called to her. To satisfy it, she knew what she needed. She slowly bent down closer, her warm breath teasing the cock's head. A drop of clear precum adorned the tip, and she spread it around the head with her thumb. Slowly, seductively looking into his eyes, she brought her tongue out and stroked it up the length of his cock. She heard him gasp, felt him shudder, and watched his head fall back against the pillow. She closed her eyes and brought her mouth down on his cock, engulfing the head, sucking slightly. She heard him gasp loudly.

Knowing the effect she was having on him, she began bobbing her head up and down his length, never releasing him from the warm cavern created by her mouth. She went slowly, mindful of the fangs that she still bore, careful not to scratch this most sensitive of areas. She wrapped her hand around his thickness, holding it steady for her to move on. She ran her tongue all around it, tasting it, searching it for his most sensitive areas. She knew that he probably wouldn't last long, but she didn't care; it had been such a long time. She felt his hands clasp her head, pulling her closer to him. She let him guide her motions, as eager as he was for him to cum.

"I'm gonna cum!" he called out.

She felt his hands grasp her harder, pull her closer. She tightened the muscles of her mouth, sucking on his cockhead more strongly. She gripped his shaft harder, adding to the tightness that he experienced. She started to move her hand up and down his cock, mimicking the action of her bobbing head. Her tongue danced over the hole at his tip in the confines of her mouth. With her free hand, she quickly reached down to stroke his down-covered balls, feeling them tighten in her hand. She felt him thrust into her mouth faster, felt his cock expand.

Damian cried out, and the first explosion from his cock shot into her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. More explosions came into her ever-sucking mouth, each weaker than the last, but no less desired. Not swallowing, she could feel his cum bathing her tongue, coating the roof of her mouth, and dripping from her fangs. When she felt that he had spent all the cum that he could spend, she pulled off his cock, keeping her mouth closed, enjoying the feel of his cum inside it. She looked at him, her eyes showing the lust that she felt. Never taking her eyes off of him, she finally swallowed his cum, feeling it run down her throat. Not as good as the blood she had taken earlier, but it was still a pleasing taste. Still watching him, she let her tongue run along her lips and over her fangs, pulling in the drops that had escaped the warmth of her mouth.

She slowly got off the bed, knowing that it was time to leave, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. His chest was heaving and sweat had started to form on his brow. Despite just cumming, she saw that his cock was still hard, pointing skyward. The moistness on his cock that was left behind by her saliva and some of his cum glistened in the moonlight. She felt another spasm in her body, but not from her stomach. Her pussy was aching, the wetness between her legs becoming unbearable. She had to feel this man inside her. Never taking her eyes off of his nude body, she pulled the knot out of the string, letting her hair fall freely. She quickly shook her head, loosening any remaining tangles. Still watching him, she slowly pulled her thong down her pale legs, revealing the smooth bare skin of her pussy, glistening in the moonlight with her wetness.

She climbed back onto the bed, straddling him. She leaned forward and their mouths met again, their tongues dueling, searching, dancing. She couldn't keep back the moan that escaped from her; didn't want to. His arms once again wrapped around her nakedness, holding her close, pressing them closer together. She could feel his cock rubbing between the outer lips of her pussy, hot and hard, straining to be enveloped in her warmth. She shifted her hips around, coating him with her wetness and letting his hardness glide between the lips of her pussy, teasing them. She felt Damian's tongue scratch harshly against one of her fangs, and felt the warmth of his blood flow into her mouth. She tried to pull away, but he held her close, imprisoning her. She stopped struggling and accepted the wet richness that flowed into her mouth.

She pulled back from him, breaking their kiss. Elevating herself off of him, she reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it pulse in her fist. She slowly lowered herself on it, feeling it penetrate her body. She let out a loud groan as he thrust into her, forcing his cock in deeper. But he still wasn't in all the way. She rose herself up again slightly, and thrust down harder. Their combined thrusts and her wetness let him enter her all the way. She let out another groan. This time, it was a groan of completion, of satisfaction. She held Damian down on the bed, neither of them moving. She wanted to savor this. She wanted to feel the pulsing warmth of his cock buried in her and the tightening of her body around him. She felt his hands come to rest on her waist, caressing her, holding her.

Something primitive rose inside her, though, and forced her to start moving. Up and down she rose, accompanied by Damian's own thrusts into her heated pussy. She flung her head back, sweat forming over her body. She closed her eyes and moved faster, crying out, not caring who heard. She felt his cock parting her folds with every one of their thrusts, felt one of his hands mauling her breasts, the other gently rubbing her clit. One of her hands accompanied his at her clit. The other lay on his bare-skinned chest, giving her something to push against as she continued to ride his cock. She moved her hand away from her clit up to where Damian was pinching her nipples and stroking her breasts. Grabbing his hand, breathing hard, she showed him what she wanted. No words needed to be said; she just wanted him to be a little rougher. She didn't want tenderness; she needed release. She was so close. She could feel her heated wetness bathing his cock, felt her pussy clenching him, milking him. Damian sped up, his thrusts pushing his cock deeper into her heated pussy. For a virgin, she thought, gasping, he catches on quick. She certainly wasn't regretting her decision to stay.

She fell back onto his chest again, her mouth seeking his lips once more, needing to feel his tongue inside her, twisting, writhing. She pulled on his shoulders, slick with his sweat, and pulled him up with her into a sitting position. Her hands clung to him tightly, using him as leverage as she broke the kiss and rocked her body on his cock, straining for her release. She felt his warm breath on her nipples before he pulled them into his mouth; the first time she'd let him. She moaned on every downward thrust of her hips, her eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of their burning heat. She felt Damian gently run his teeth over each of her breasts, focusing on her nipples with small bites and nips. Feeling his teeth against her hardened tips, she cried out and moved faster. Sweat poured off of both of their bodies now. How long they rocked together, she couldn't say; it felt so good. Finally, she couldn't hold on any more.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she screamed out.

She gripped his shoulders as she arched her head back. Lost in her orgasm, she felt her nails stab into his skin as she came all over his hard cock. Damian stopped thrusting, letting her pussy fluids bathe his hard heat. He leaned forward into her breasts, the pointed tips seeming to reach for his mouth. She felt him bite her right nipple hard, sending a shock to her already spasming pussy. This just intensified the power of her orgasm, and she screamed again. Her body arched even more, so that the ends of her sweat-soaked hair were tickling his legs. She held on to Damian roughly, not letting him go, letting his arms support her as she came.


Innocent Blood Ch. 02



She had lay with Damian for almost three days, never leaving his side. The Change had been hard on him, just as she thought it would be. He had been delirious with a high fever for most of that time. She had stayed with him, though, giving him an anchor so that he had moments of peace. The fever had broken sometime during the day, assuring her that the worst was over.

The darkness of night suffused Damian's bedroom. Waking up from a fitful sleep, she looked over to where Damian had lay, but he wasn't there. Alarmed, she quickly got out of bed to look for him. She heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, and she calmed down; he was awake. The fear passing her, she looked around the floor for the small pile of clothes she had tossed away just days ago. She pulled back on the black thong panties, and buttoned up the white blouse. She didn't bother with the bra or the tattered black skirt. Still exhausted from staying with Damian, she didn't have the energy to get completely dressed.

She took this opportunity to explore Damian's apartment. It was a moderately-sized one-bedroom setting, with a small hallway that separated the living area and kitchen away from the bedroom, with the bathroom between the two sections. Walking down the hallway, past the bathroom, she explored the front half of his apartment. A wall split the kitchen from the living area. Both were clean and neat, but what she was really interested in was the living area.

An entertainment center sat on the wall to the right of the hallway, which held a CD player, Playstation console, and a big-screen TV. On either side of the entertainment center were shelves of DVDs and CDs. But what really caught her eye was the large bookshelf. Walking over to it, she glimpsed at the titles, separated into several genres. Classic literature, fantasy, some sci-fi, and a little non-fiction history composed most of Damian's selection. Running her finger along the spines, she was amazed at the good condition that his books were in. Each one seemed to have its own special place, organized, almost revered. Pulling a couple of them out to flip through their pages, their newness astounded her. Even the books that had been read multiple times still had an element of newness to her eyes, as though great care had been used when reading them. It was rare for that to happen nowadays, she knew.

Putting the books back on the shelf, she left to find Damian still in the bathroom. Standing silently in the doorway, she watched him as he stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror, running his fingers over his body, exploring. The Change had brought subtle physical changes to him, honing his body, making it stronger. His shoulders were a little broader, his stomach a little firmer; his cock was even a little larger. She watched as he bent closer to the mirror, opening his mouth, looking.

"You have to bring them out yourself," she said, startling him. "They don't grow by themselves." She came into the bathroom and stood beside him.

"Why do I have a reflection?" Damian asked, turning toward her. "I thought vampires didn't have reflections."

She shook her head. "Only those of us that have completely lost their soul lose their reflections. If you have any soul left, any compassion for others, then you can still see yourself."

"How do I bring out my teeth?" Damian asked.

"I'll tell you later. Like I said, it doesn't just happen."

"Why am I breathing? Aren't I dead?"

"Yes, you are," she said. "The reason you're breathing is because that's what your body's used to doing. It doesn't benefit you any to continue breathing, nor does it harm you. If you don't want to breathe, don't. It's that simple. It's easier, though, to just let your body's instincts have their way, and keep breathing. The same thing goes for your heart. It's used to beating, so even though you're dead, it still beats anyway. Like your breathing, you can also force it to stop, too."

"How will I know when I have to...you know...hunt, I guess," Damian asked.

"Believe me, you'll know."

"How many others are out there?"

She sighed. "I'll tell you everything you want to know, Damian, I promise," she said. "But right now, I'm tired. Staying with you these last couple of days has really drained me. Not that I feel bad doing it for you," she said quickly, seeing a look of guilt cross his face. "I also need a shower," she said. "I'm really..."

"Beautiful," Damian whispered, interrupting her.

She smiled. "Thanks, Damian, but..."

Damian wrapped his arms around her, silencing her. "No buts," he said, pulling her close to him. "You're beautiful."

She relaxed into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. She slowly wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly. The strength that he had gained enveloped her, and she closed her eyes, reveling in it. When his hands came up to stroke through her hair, she couldn't help letting out a soft, contented sigh.

"How long can you stay?" he asked softly.

"As long as I want," she said.

She gripped his arms as he lifted her up onto the bathroom counter. He brought his hands up to cup her face, his fingers brushing her cheeks. "Say that'll be forever," he said.

"You have no idea," she whispered, smiling.

He pressed himself closer to her, bringing his lips down to hers. Their mouths opened, their tongues crossing, tasting, dueling. She felt his cock harden against her pussy, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding him close. His hands left her cheeks to move slowly down her body, brushing the fabric of her blouse in their path toward her thighs. She felt his hands softly caress her bare skin, slowly burrowing under her body to grab onto her ass. Bringing her hands up to his shoulders, she pulled herself up slightly, letting his hands grasp her firmly.

Their kiss became more heated with this seductive movement, their breathing getting faster. Her body now resting firmly in his hands, she moved her hands from his shoulders to the back of his head, pulling him into her mouth. Her legs tightened around his thighs, pulling him in even closer, her pussy wetting, eagerly waiting for his now-hard cock. She couldn't get him close enough. She started to writhe in his arms, thrusting her pussy into his cock, futilely seeking a way to bring his body into hers.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. She rose up, trying to bring him back to her, but he pulled away. He rested her body back onto the counter, letting go of her ass. Confused and aroused, she didn't understand this sudden change in him. At least his hands still touched her, she thought. They moved up to her blouse, undoing the first button. The light dawned in her mind, and she pulled Damian's head down to her chest, glad when he didn't resist.

She felt his lips gently touch her skin as it was revealed to him. She arched back, moaning, her hands holding him closer. He moved slowly down her body, the skin revealed each time he undid a button receiving its own soft seduction from his lips and tongue. She closed her eyes, letting her hands gently urge him downward, but he kept the same slow maddening pace down her body. The erotic torture that he gave her as he moved from her neck, across the valley between her breasts, and down her stomach to end at the top of her thong made her wetter than she had been that first night, if that was possible. The teasing flicks of his tongue on her skin, the gentle brush of his lips as he kissed her, and the feel of the air against her skin as he breathed in her scent was driving her toward the point of no return, but not letting her cross it.

"Oh, Damian," she gasped. "Please..."

He ignored her, his lips hovering along her waist. Her blouse now completely unbuttoned, his hands once again grasped her ass. His lips moved back up her body, gently laying petal-soft kisses over her skin. His mouth stopped occasionally, his tongue gently running over her, tasting her. When he reached her neck, she bent her head slightly to the side, silently begging him to touch her there. The coolness of his lips on her neck burned, and she gasped when he found a spot and sucked gently. She moved her hands to the back of his neck, holding him, letting him feast on the moistness of her sweat and savor the softness of her skin between his lips. His left hand moved from her ass and up her back, gripping the back of her neck tightly. Breathing heavily, she didn't move, accepting his touch.

He pulled away again suddenly, and she cried out at his sudden disappearance. He grasped her shoulders, holding her shuddering body steady. He looked into her eyes, and she saw the determined lust that dwelled there. It was barely controlled, she knew. Forcing herself to calm down, she gently cupped his face in her hands, just as he had done to her, giving him a chance to speak.

"I don't even know your name," he said.

"Eliza," she whispered. "Eliza Damerot."

"Eliza," Damian said, "I want to do something. It's something I've always wanted to do, but never got the chance."

She closed her eyes, waiting to hear what he wanted to do; she felt that she'd enjoy it, whatever his wish was. Damian kept silent.

"What is it?" she asked, opening her eyes to see his hesitation.

Damian paused. "I want to taste you."

She arched back, baring her neck, thinking she knew what he wanted. "Oh, God, yes, please," she gasped.

When she didn't feel his lips at her neck, desire gave way to surprise and confusion. He slowly knelt before her, his hands moving to her thighs. When she felt his lips gently kissing her inner thighs, moving closer to her heated pussy, surprise and confusion gave way to desire. She clutched his head, looking down at his slow erotic path toward the source of her wetness. Damian's left hand wrapped itself around her ass, pulling her closer. His other hand pulled the crotch of her thong to the side, and his head bent eagerly to dip into the warmth between her thighs.

Feeling his lips and tongue touch her pussy, Eliza cried out, her back arching viciously. She dug her hands into his head, but he didn't protest. Rather, he licked, kissed, and tasted even more enthusiastically. Her eyes closed, reveling in the sensations. Eliza couldn't stop the moans and soft cries escaping her. Damian took one of her puffy naked outer lips into his mouth and sucked gently, causing Eliza to thrust herself closer into him.

Damian's mouth moved inward, placing feather-soft kisses on her inner lips, his tongue dipping into her tunnel, savoring the wetness that she made, stroking her inner walls. Eliza couldn't stop writhing. Sweat covered her body, and the passion that had slowed when she revealed her name to Damian came back with a vengeance, more powerfully the second time around. After what seemed an eternity, she felt Damian's tongue withdraw from her pussy, accompanying his mouth on the upward journey to her clit. With his teasing, the sexual tension Eliza felt didn't need much to push her over the edge. When she felt Damian's tongue flick rapidly over her throbbing clit, she lost all control.

"Oh, God! I'm going to cum!" she screamed, clutching his head to her pussy, forcing it to stay there.

After a couple of more flicks of Damian's tongue, her pussy convulsed, and crying out her passion, her cum splashed onto his face. Clutching her ass tighter, he didn't pull away from her spasming pussy. Instead, his lips clamped down on her clit, and he started a soft, gentle humming. The vibrations shooting through her, Eliza screamed again, cumming harder, coating Damian's face with her fluids. Damian continued humming, and her orgasm continued, her body never seeming to stop convulsing. He kept her at the peak, letting her closed eyes see flashes of light with every explosion. In the back of her mind, she knew that the strong grip of her hands on Damian's head was probably hurting him, but she couldn't let go. His lips, tongue, and breath on her pussy felt too good to let go.

She had to eventually, though. Her multiple orgasms draining what energy she had left, she slowly released her grip on Damian's head. Slowing his assault on her pussy, he brought her down from the peak gently. Moving away from her sensitive clit, he soothed her pussy with soft strokes of his tongue and gentle kisses. His hands slowly caressed her ass, moving to stroke the sweaty skin of her thighs. Reluctant to pull away completely, though, he dipped his tongue into her pussy, tasting her cum, his movements soft and slow. Eliza ran her hands through his hair, enjoying the sensuous calm that he was putting her in.

Finally sated, he moved away from her pussy, straightening her panties. His hand softly stroked her as he moved up her body, gently kissing the sweaty skin that her blouse didn't conceal. Her hands caressed his shoulders on his journey back up her stomach, over her breasts, coming again to nuzzle against her neck. Her breathing slowed, occasional moans of contentment escaping her. Bringing his lips to hers, they kissed, her tongue dipping into his mouth slowly, softly, tasting her cum on his lips and tongue.

Damian pulled away from the kiss, letting her get off the counter. "I'll let you take your shower now," he said, grinning.

"Thanks," Eliza said, chuckling.

She pushed a sweat-soaked strand of hair away from her face. Taking a deep, steadying breath, she moved away from the counter, letting Damian wash her cum off of his face at the sink. Looking in the small linen closet for a towel, she heard Damian leave the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Taking off her blouse and peeling her panties down her legs, she moved to the bathtub/shower. After adjusting the water to the temperature she liked and pulling the curtain closed, she started to wash the sweat and cum off of her body. Not thinking he'd mind, Eliza used Damian's bath soap and shampoo, working them into a fine lather.

Letting the water cascading down her body wash away her exhaustion, Eliza soon began to feel like a brand new woman. Despite the tiring days of Damian's change, she hadn't felt this good in a long time, she thought. She could only contribute this feeling to the wonderful person that she'd met and the passion that they'd shared. Washing the shampoo from her hair and letting the stream of water hit her in the face, her pussy tingled at the memory of his mouth pleasing her. Easing her face from the stream, she sighed when the fingers of her left hand moved down and stroked her pussy of their own accord. She put the bar of soap down before she dropped it, and let her other hand slowly stroke her right nipple as it hardened under her fingers and the stream of water.

A cool breeze brought her out of her wanderings, and she turned to see Damian, still nude, watching her with a small grin. She pulled her hands away from herself, feeling embarrassed at being caught in the act.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked. He climbed in behind her, not waiting for an answer.

"I do mind," Eliza said, letting her voice take on a tone of anger.

"Too late," Damian said, picking up the soap she'd just put down. Turning her back to him, he ran the soap up her back. "Why is the water so cold?" he asked.

"Because we don't like the heat," she said.

"So what would happen if we added more hot water?" Damian asked.

"We'd get burns over our bodies," she answered.

"What if we go outside in daylight?"

"Even though the sunlight won't kill us," Eliza said, "we will get weaker; lose some of our strength and abilities. While the light causes some of this, it's the heat that's the greater danger. If we're in the sunlight on really hot days, anything over seventy degrees, we can get burns. The hotter the days are, the worse the burns get. That's why we don't like to go out during the day unless we really have to, and rarely during a hot summer day."

As Damian listened to her, he continued to run the soap over her back, softly massaging her muscles. Not hearing any more questions from him, she let her mind focus on his touch, relaxing herself into him. Damian felt her relax and moved the soap slowly down her back to work it around the pale skin of her ass, brining a soft sigh from her. Eliza's pussy started to tingle again, and she let her left hand make its way back down to tease herself. She felt Damian move closer, his cock pressing itself into her back, his hands moving to run the soap over her breasts. He had completely ignored them earlier, and his welcome touch caused Eliza to arch into his hands.

"What do you think you're doing, Eliza, playing with yourself?" he whispered in her ear.

Eliza moaned, her eyes closed, her head falling back against his chest, letting his hands have their way with her.

"It doesn't look like you're going to get very clean," Damian said again, teasingly.

"I don't care," Eliza gasped out.

She moved her right hand behind her to grasp his cock. It was the first time that she'd felt it since the Change, and she purred softly, showing her pleasure. Wrapping her hands around it, she leaned down and spread her legs, positioning herself. Releasing her breasts long enough to put the soap down, Damian brought his hands back to her quickly, his right hand joining her left at her pussy. His left hand grasped her waist, holding her steady as she pulled his cock into her.

Even though he hadn't cum yet, Eliza hoped he'd be able to hold off long enough for her to have another orgasm. Her pussy, still wet from their earlier passion, opened willingly for his cock. As he slid into her in one strong, deep thrust, Eliza let out a small cry of completion. Letting him take the initiative, she removed her hands from his cock and her pussy, putting them against the shower wall, giving her something to lean against.

Taking his hand from her pussy, Damian firmly grasped her ass, holding her steady for his thrusts. He started moving slowly, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting all the way in. He pulled almost all the way out again, but this time didn't thrust as deeply, teasing her. He continued this way, shallow thrusts mixed with deep, powerful strokes. His right hand slowly moved back to her pussy, searching for her sensitive clit. Their breathing deepened as they moved, and their gasps and cries were almost drowned out by the water that sprayed over their bodies. Eliza's sensitive clit cried out with each brush of Damian's fingers. Her pale nipples hardening, painful with lack of attention, she moved her left hand down to pull on them, stroking her skin, grabbing her breasts, alternating her attention between each mound.

The feelings of her hand at her breasts, Damian's hand at her clit, and his cock stroking into her caused her pussy to moisten again. She thrust back against him, crying out each time he penetrated her fully. The feel of his cock rubbing against her inner walls brought her to the peak once more. She growled out and moved against him harder, straining for her release.

"Are you going to cum again?" Damian asked, gasping.

"Yes," Eliza growled.

Damian pulled away from her. Eliza cried out, turning swiftly to clutch his shoulders, ready to force him on her. She needed release, she wanted to cum. As soon as she turned around, though, Damian's hands found her hips again, and he lifted her up. Eager to feel his hard cock inside her wet and sensitive pussy, she all but leaped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his thighs and her arms around his neck. She held on tightly as he brought her roughly down onto his cock, plunging fully into her in one hard thrust.

Grasping her ass and moving forward so the water cascaded over their bodies, Damian gave her the initiative. Taking it gladly, she pulled up Damian's cock slightly, only to sink back down again. Thrusting onto him over and over again, Eliza was rapidly reaching her peak. She arched her back, her face falling into the spray of water. Damian moved forward a little more, the spray now falling over her sensitive breasts and turgid nipples. Eliza cried out at the sensations, grasping Damian's shoulders roughly. She moved on his cock faster, always keeping his cock buried deep inside her, the walls of her pussy gripping him tightly, milking him, demanding his cum. She was close...so very close...




Innocent Blood Ch. 02



"How do I feed?" Damian asked suddenly, moving one of his hands away from her ass to the back of her head, pulling her up.

Eliza's mind strained to focus at the same time her body strained for release. "What?"

"How do I get my teeth to grow?"

Still thrusting on his cock, Eliza nuzzled into Damian's neck, bringing her own teeth out. She could feel the water and Damian's hand move through the wet strands of her hair. She moved a hand from Damian's shoulder to his neck, pulling him closer. Damian's hand moved away from her head back down to her ass, clutching her again.

"Can you feel the warmth of my body wrapped around you?" Eliza asked, breathing hard. "Smell the scent of my neck, feel the wetness on my skin?"

"Yes," Damian answered in a quick breath.

"Do you want to taste it, sink your teeth into it?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to feel it run down your throat, burning you, filling you, making you stronger?"

"Oh, God, yes."

Eliza's tongue wandered around Damian's neck, flicking along the same place she had fed from him just days ago. She could feel Damian doing the same on the spot that he had suckled on earlier.

"Then imagine it, Damian," she whispered roughly. "Imagine piercing my skin, feeling my heat flow down your throat."

Damian's hands grasped her ass roughly, moving her up and down his cock.

"Yes, I can feel it!" he cried out.

Through the mindless haze of passion, a sudden thought burst its way into Eliza's mind. She pulled away from Damian's neck quickly, surprising him. She looked at his face, his fangs prominent, his eyes eager. She stopped thrusting on his cock.

"I have to warn you, Damian," she said, forcing herself to keep her words steady. "If you bite me, we'll be mated. You will be bound to me for all eternity, or until one of us is killed. Can you live with that? Can you bear to be bound to me until the suns die out?"

Through his passionate gaze, Eliza saw something flicker in his eye. He pulled her back into his embrace, resuming his thrusts into her quivering depths. Faster and faster he moved, straining.

"Damian?" she said in his ear, concern and a tinge of fear tainting her voice. "Damian, please answer me."

"I'm going to cum," he said.

His hands grasped her ass tighter, holding her against his cock's assault into her wet folds. Eliza gripped him tightly, closing her eyes, losing herself to his continuous thrusting.

"Damian, oh, God, harder, please," she moaned.

Suddenly, he pulled her hips down onto his cock, holding her, his cock as deep in her pussy as it could go. She felt him expand in her, then explode, coating her inner walls with his cum. His cry was cut short with his sudden painful bite into her neck. 

Eliza cried out at his sudden bite, both in pain and pleasure. Feeling her blood flow into his mouth and down her body pushed her over the peak. Screaming, her pussy spasmed, bathing Damian's invading cock with her cum. Her pussy's convulsions milked his cock strongly, urging him to cum harder. His body obliged, and their combined fluids oozed out of her pussy to flow down her thighs with the water that flowed down their bodies.

Her mind awash in the feeling of her orgasm and Damian's bite, she bit into his neck, feeling his blood flow down her throat. She drank deeply, feasting on his life's fluid, the flavor enhanced by his passion. She felt Damian's mouth suck strongly at the wound he had made in her neck, swimming in the sensations. She felt her cum bathing his cock, his cum coating her pussy, her blood flowing down his throat and her body, and his own blood being pulled into her eager mouth, and her mind floated, unfocused. Their cries of pleasure and harsh breaths as they reached their peaks and fed from each other were drowned out in each others' necks. Blood, cum, and water poured down their bodies as they stayed at the peak longer than she thought they could.

Slowly, they sank down to their knees, the power of their joining overwhelming them. Damian pulled away from her neck, but she drank from him a little more, enjoying his flavor. When her hunger was sated, she slowly pulled away, licking her lips, savoring the feel of his life as it glided down her throat. They pulled back from each other slightly, Eliza's pussy clenching with small orgasms around his softening cock. They leaned forward, kissing, their fangs scraping against each other, their tongues joining to taste each other's blood on their lips.

Finally separating herself from the kiss and getting off of Damian's cock, Eliza moved to let the water cascade down her body. She shuddered when the stream crossed over the sensitive points of her nipples and the tingling lips of her pussy. Damian moved next to her, pulling her into him, joining her under the fountain of water. They caressed each other softly, coming down from a passionate high that neither of them had ever experienced before, needing to be close and touch, but too exhausted for anything more. Taking the soap, they washed the cum, sweat, and blood off of each other, slowly, silently.

When they were clean, Eliza stood up and turned off the shower. She pulled back the curtain and stepped out, pulling the towel around her. Damian got out behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close.

"So, beautiful, does this mean we're mated?" Damian asked with a smile, his hands running along the soft moistness of her shoulders. "Can I call you my wife?"

"Yes, it does," Eliza said softly, looking up at him. She couldn't hold back her own smile. "And yes, you may."



Innocent Blood Ch. 03



Everything about him filled Eliza's senses. Damian's scent, the feel of his skin against her cheek as she lay against his chest, the strength of his arms wrapped around her small form, and the soft, constant beat of his heart in her ears. The bedroom smelled of sex and sweat, testament to another encounter of passionate embraces and writhing bodies. Needing peace, they now rested in the quiet darkness, their fingers lightly stroking each other. Eliza mindlessly twirled her finger around one of Damian's nipples. Damian softly stroked the dampness of her brown hair.

"What did you mean when you said you were waiting for me?" Eliza asked. She kept her voice soft, not wanting to ruin the quiet afterglow that they were basking in.

Damian's chest rose with a deep breath. "I'm not sure," he said, mimicking the softness of her voice in his answer.

"Yes you do."

"It's kind of hard to explain."

Eliza shifted her body to look at him. "Try," she said. Damian turned his gaze to the ceiling, staring at nothing. "I've never really been satisfied with anyone I've gone out with," he began. "I've had dates before, yeah, but nothing really lasting. There's alot of reasons why; I was too busy, too picky, a little bit of fear...I could probably go on. But the truth is that I had a vision in my mind of what I wanted, but nobody seemed to meet that vision."

"What was that vision?" Eliza asked.

Damian looked at her and his hand reached up to stroke her cheek. "It's hard to put into words," he said, "but you fulfill it. The person I've been looking for, the one I've been hoping to meet literally appeared out of nowhere. And you stayed, even though you didn't have to."

Unable to look into his eyes any longer, she turned to his chest, watching her finger dance across him. "Even though I killed you?"

Damian's arms clutched her tightly. "As long as you're here, I don't care if I'm dead or alive. If it means my vision, my prayer, comes true, I'll die again. I don't know how it will all turn out, but I'm ready for it."

"I'm glad," Eliza said. "Because there will be trials, believe me."

"My turn," Damian said, his grip softening slightly. "Why did you stay?"

"Loneliness, I guess. I've never had a mate in the way you and I are mated, though someone did turn me. Something drew me to you, and I did what I did because I was tired of the life I was living. I was selfish. I didn't know if what I was going to do was something you wanted; I didn't care. I was sick of being by myself, and wanted to end that feeling the best, and easiest, way I knew how."

Damian's fingers continued to stroke her hair. Tears welling in her eyes, she didn't feel worthy of his touch. She broke away from him, shifting on the bed so her back was to him. She brought her arms around her naked form and held herself, letting the tears fall silently.

She felt Damian's body press against hers, his arms wrapping around her. He didn't waste time resuming the soft strokes against her skin, pressing feather-light kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders. He pulled her body closer into his, letting her weep, saying nothing.

Eliza fought to pull herself under control. She didn't deserve his touch, had brought him into her world because of her selfish wants. Yet he still held her, stayed with her, despite that. That was worth something, wasn't it? His acceptance of her world helped justify her actions a little, didn't it?

"I want to know," he said. "I want to know everything about you, Eliza."

She shook her head. "No you don't."

Damian ran his fingers up her arms, lightly grazing her pale skin. "Yes I do. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know."

"It's boring."

"I'm not sure you could say anything that would bore me."

"It's long."

"We have until the suns die out, remember?"

Eliza sighed. "I still don't think you want to hear it."

"I'll take that chance," he answered.

Eliza kept quiet, organizing her thoughts, debating telling him anything. He was her mate, yes, but did he really want to know something about her past? Would he be okay hearing that the things she had to go through could never happen to him? The rational part of her mind asked that question. The emotional part of her mind replied that mates share everything with each other, past, present, and future. Her decision made, she took a deep breath.

"I know it's cliché to start by saying I was born in 1842," she began, "but that's what happened. I was born in Mississippi. My parents were Irish immigrants that had moved there a few years before. My mother died of illness when I was five, leaving my father and me.

"My father drank more than he worked. He couldn't keep a job because he was always drunk or hung over. He tried a variety of jobs; farming, smith, construction, things like that. He was always in debt. I managed to bring in a little money delivering things, and eventually became a seamstress. That helped a little, but not enough.

"To make matters worse, Father started to abuse me, verbally and physically. It's not too surprising that as I got older he eventually molested me. Everyone knew what was going on, but nobody did anything about it, not really. I thought about killing myself alot, but never went through with it; why, I don't know. Maybe it was some sort of self-preservation instinct.

"When I came of age, I left my father behind and moved to Vicksburg. I tried to get work as a seamstress again, but I wasn't very successful at it. Being from a poor family without much schooling, I never managed to get really good jobs, so my income wasn't any better than it had been to that point. So I turned to the only thing I could think of to bring money in. Word got around quickly that I was a prostitute, and the few regular customers that I sewed for disappeared.

"By the time I had moved to Vicksburg, the Civil War had just started. We thought it could never touch us. God, we were so naïve. We thought that the reasons we were fighting were sure to beat the Yankees. Our naiveté turned to arrogance when all attempts to take the city failed. Nothing could touch us; we were invincible.

"Of course, that meant very little to me. My life hadn't changed any. Then again, I didn't see any reason for it to change. I had nothing else to live for, anyway, so I just kept doing what I was doing. As long as I wasn't dead, nothing would change. That was the belief that had instilled itself in me after 15 years of abuse.

"It was October 1862 when I met Frederick. He had been one of the richest men in Vicksburg before the war. As the Southern economy started to fail, he had naturally lost money, but he still had influence. I was on my usual walk one night, looking for a partner, when he drove up in his carriage. He invited me to his home, which was the most beautiful building that I'd ever been in.

"That night, I felt the bite for the first time. It hurt, but the longer he held my neck to him, the nicer it felt. It was like I was flying. I was flying to another world, a world of peace, forgetfulness, and calm. I came so hard, I passed out. When I opened my eyes, it was dawn, and Frederick was gone. His servants fed me the best breakfast I'd had in a long time, cleaned me, gave me some new clothes, and I left.

"For a couple of days, I stayed in my pitiful apartment room, waiting for him to knock on my door. I lay the clothes that his servants had given me on my bed every morning, eager to try them on. I never did, though, because I thought that if I ever put them on, their cleanness would be tainted. So, I kept wearing my usual clothes, and waited.

"After a couple of days, I realized that he wasn't coming back. So, I cried. I spent a whole day crying. My heart shattered. My mind rationalized my suffering with the idea that such hope wasn't meant for me. So, I started going out at night, and I was soon back to my usual routine.

"This went on for a couple of weeks. One night, Frederick's carriage pulled up beside me out of nowhere. I had secretly hoped that it would, but realized that what had happened was a one-time event. So when I saw his carriage again, I didn't want to go at first. Something about him persuaded me, though, and I went. Again, he bit me, and again, he was gone the next morning. This went on for several months. He'd pick me up once every couple of weeks, and for that one night, I waded in ignorance. I didn't care about the outside world, I forgot what I was, I ignored everything but him.

"He eventually told me what he was, and his story. I didn't really care; he took better care of me than anyone else I'd ever known. For those one night stands, I was willing to do anything for him, stay with him for all eternity if it came to that. I knew he wouldn't allow eternity, so I gave him my life. In exchange for the small slices of heaven I had when I was with him, I let him feed from me. It seemed fair.

"When I wasn't with him, the harsh world became worse. Over the winter, the Yankees had formed another plan to attack us. This one worked. We were surrounded by the middle of May, under siege. Still, we were confident that we'd be okay. The South wouldn't let us fall; we'd be saved. Soon, reality stepped in. With the daily cannon fire, the lack of food, and the sudden disease outbreaks, our arrogance turned to feelings of betrayal. We had felt so sure that we'd be rescued, but we continued to suffer.

"I suddenly found myself all but starving to death. I had managed to make ends meet before we were surrounded. But as the siege went on, and things became scarcer in the city, costs shot up. I was willing to take any form of money from the people I stayed with, no matter how little, as long as I was able to eat. I eventually had to start choking down rat meat, because it was cheaper than other things.

"Frederick continued to see me during the siege. We couldn't go to his home anymore because of Yankee cannons, but we found places of solitude. In exchange for some decent food and a chance to clean myself a little, I gave him my body and my life. I did it willingly, with no feeling of regret or hesitation like I had with everyone else I was with. The last time I saw him was a couple of weeks before we surrendered.

"Everything that happened that night is a blur. I was weak from hunger, and I think I had caught one of the diseases that were sweeping its way through the city. He drank from me longer than what he usually did, and I passed out not from pleasure, but from weakness. I remember drinking a warm liquid, and everything became dark.

"I don't know how long I was out. I'm sure I was delirious, hungry, ill, and maybe even bordering madness. When I woke up, I saw that I was in one of the caves that we had made to keep us safe from the Yankee artillery. I was hungry, too, but I didn't know for what. There was a little boy standing over me, watching me. That's when I knew what I wanted.

"I didn't waste any time. I didn't even look to see if there was anyone else around but us. I just reached up, pulled him down to me, and bit into his neck. He screamed, but I covered his mouth so all he could muster was a faint whimper. I'm sure I hurt him; I know I hurt him. I probably broke his arm where I grabbed him in my need.

"A rational part of me told me that what I was doing was wrong, that this wasn't right, that I had to stop. But I couldn't, he tasted so good. The hunger that I had felt for all those long weeks seemed to disappear the longer I drank from him. I remember feeling him struggle, but I didn't care."

"I can't imagine you doing that," Damian said, breaking his silence.

"When all you feel is hunger, your need to hunt takes over," Eliza said. "You're essentially a mindless beast, searching only for your next meal. Right, wrong, caution, thought...everything goes out the window. You have to fight with this monster to regain control of yourself. The ones of us that give up the fight, or let the monster out willingly, are the most dangerous of us."

"Is that what happened that first night? I didn't know what was going on, so I tried to push you away, but you wouldn't let go. You just kept drinking."

"Yes," Eliza said. "I hadn't fed in over a week by that point, and was struggling to keep myself in control. The little that I had taken from you while you were asleep only made the monster inside me want more. I finally lost control of it, and it nearly killed you. That's something you have to always be aware of. You can kill if you let yourself get out of hand."

She felt Damian sigh. "I'll remember. Please, go on."

Eliza closed her eyes, her mind going back. "Like I said, I hadn't bothered to see if anyone else was around. But there were. As soon as I attacked that boy, I was assaulted. I remember guns going off and things hitting me, but I didn't let him go. It wasn't until I realized that the shots hit me that I let the boy go and ran."

"Did you kill him?" Damian asked.

"No, I didn't. I almost did, though. You instinctively know how much blood you've taken from someone. It's probably a good thing, because you'll know when you've gone to far."

Damian kept silent.

"Fortunately," Eliza continued, "it was dark, and I ran through the streets, looking for shelter, someplace to hide, someplace for me to be safe. I found an abandoned home with a cellar. I stayed there for several days, venturing out to find animals that I could feed on. Suddenly, rats didn't taste so bad to me. Afraid that I'd lose control again, I stayed away from people entirely. If I came across a person, I ran.

"I learned alot of lessons the hard way those few days. Lessons about what happens when you lose control of your hunger, lessons about daylight and heat, and other things that I'll teach you later on. I didn't know what had happened. I didn't trust myself to try and find out. There was nobody I could ask, either. I found myself alone, but I was used to that feeling. It just seemed worse this time.

"I was on my nightly ventures when I saw some Yankees patrolling the streets. I was determined to find out what had happened. So, struggling to gain control of the monster inside me, I walked up to them, and asked. They thought it was strange for someone to not know what had happened, but they were patient. To my surprise, they were kind, too.

"Vicksburg had surrendered just a couple of days before. People were slowly going back to their homes, and the people that had been hoarding food during the siege were forced to open their doors and give the food out. Disease and starvation were still pretty widespread, but the siege was over, and things were, relatively speaking, improving.

"I was determined to find Frederick. I went to his house, but it was abandoned. It was a couple of more weeks before I found out what had happened to him. He had been killed by a hunter."

"A hunter?" Damian suddenly asked. "A vampire hunter?"

"Yes," Eliza said. "There were hunters then just as there are hunters now. Many of the hunters now actually work with us, searching for rogue vampires. They are well-trained and well-equipped, which is beneficial when one of us goes wild. As long as we don't kill, there's no need to fear most hunters. Of course, there are the exceptions that will kill a vampire to get rid of a vampire, but they are rare."

"What about the one that killed Frederick?"

"I think that person was one of those exceptions," Eliza answered. "I managed to find out who it was, several years later. He was one of the Confederate soldiers stationed at Vicksburg. When Vicksburg surrendered, he continued to fight, and was killed a few months later in one of the countless skirmishes of the war."

"So now that Frederick was gone, what did you do?"

"At the same time I was trying to find Frederick, there were people trying to find me. He had changed his will before our final meeting, giving me his entire estate if something happened; house, money, property, everything. Like I've said, alot of that had gone down in value, but there was enough."

Eliza could help the tears that came back into her eyes. She started to shake slightly, the memories and feelings overtaking her.

"What's wrong?" Damian asked, holding her tighter.

"I don't think that he meant for me to inherit anything," Eliza said. "I think he wanted me to marry into it. It wasn't supposed to happen this way."

Damian continued to stroke her, soothing her hair, whispering in her ear. "It's alright. Take your time, let it out," he said.

Eliza welcomed his touch, his soothing words. She took some deep, calming breaths and continued.

"He had entrusted a couple of men, who were mentioned in the will, to help me get everything back on track, and grow financially. They were both elderly, and still had large investments in the Northern, so their property was still pretty valuable.

"One of them I had met the previous year through my nightly wanderings, which made life easier, if not a little awkward. They didn't like the idea that Frederick had left everything to me, but they were respectful. I was eager to learn what they knew, so I spent alot of time with them, watching. I hired some private tutors, and did fairly well with their lessons, which surprised me. As my knowledge grew, I think the men that were managing my money also managed to respect me a little.

"Among Frederick's possessions that were left to me was a letter explaining what I was, the dangers of my new life, and the perks. Mostly, though, it was a letter of love and regret that he couldn't be there. Looking back on it, I realize that he had left a couple of things out, letting me figure them out on my own, but not everything.

"After my trustees died, I got full control over Frederick's money. From what I had learned, and what I've seen, I've managed to get richer. I've also met other vampires, who add new thoughts and opinions to our world. They also told me about the mating ritual, which I had never known about before. I've traveled the world, experiencing the lives and cultures of other people. I've come a long way from the poor seamstress that I used to be. In the end, though, something was missing."

"What?" Damian asked.

Eliza turned around, her eyes meeting his.

"A partner," she said. "Through all my travels, through all the years, I've been alone. Even though it was selfish of me to turn you, you've embraced my life. You haven't pulled away, even though you could have. Now, after more than 150 years, I think I've found that one person that makes my life feel complete."

"Who?" Damian asked, smiling.

Eliza didn't bother saying anything. She rolled her body to lie on top of his, and kissed him. 



Innocent Blood Ch. 04



Eliza's hands gripped the back of the couch, steadying her against Damian's deep thrusts into her body. The cushions beneath her accepted her weight without complaint, though their rough fibers were digging into her skin. Her head bowed and eyes closed, she let Damian exert himself against her. She gasped each time his cock touched her deepest recesses, and she had to admit that his roughness was having an effect on her. She rose her head back up, letting her mind revel in the feel of his hardness burying itself in her moistening folds. She didn't mind that Damian was using her, his hands gripping her waist tightly, steadying her against his assault. She knew that Damian's hunger was starting to affect him.

Knowing that she'd have to show him how to hunt, she had left at dawn to drive home and pick up some more clothes to get ready. The light weakened her, as it always did, but it was a cool day, so she didn't worry too much. Rolling the windows down as she drove, letting her long, thick hair blow in the wind, she took the time to mentally adjust to her new situation. So much had happened so quickly in the last several days, and Damian's constant presence hadn't given her a moment to pause and think things out.

There were so many things that she had to tell him, to show him. Being a vampire now would require Damian to learn his abilities and how to live in his new life. She had to teach him, to the best of her knowledge, how he would know when the hunger was starting to take over. She had to show him how to attract a partner so he wouldn't starve. She had to give him some methods of escape if he was ever in danger. The list went on, and it didn't include the things she'd have to do now that she was mated. She knew her own life would have to adjust, too.

She had barely put down her suitcase after walking into Damian's apartment when he was on her. Naked, he had lifted her up and forced her to kneel on his couch, facing the wall. Breathing heavily, he had undone the button and zipper of the blue jeans that she was wearing, pulled them down with her simple white cotton panties, and plunged his hardened cock into her. There had been no prelude, no words, no tenderness; just need. She had struggled briefly when he had picked her up, bruising his eye with a careless fist. He hadn't said anything, though, his need overpowering any other reflex that he had. She quickly realized that it was his hunger that was making him act so out of character and had stopped struggling, letting him work it out.

Eliza could feel the sweat forming on her brow. Letting out an occasional soft moan, she pushed back against Damian's body, urging him deeper into her. She could feel Damian's thrusts start to speed up. His hands worked themselves around to her breasts, still encased in the bra and sky blue baby-doll t-shirt she had worn. Gripping her breasts roughly, she cried out as he pulled her torso up against his. Damian leaned his head down against the right hollow of her neck, nuzzling against her, his tongue stroking her skin, focusing on one area. Knowing what he was about to do, she leaned her head to the side, giving him easy access. Her right hand moved up to grasp his bowed head and gripped his hair. Leaving his left hand to roughly maul her breasts, his right hand moved down to her pussy, stroking the naked flesh of her lips. Her left hand drifted down to where their bodies were joined, feeling his body ceaselessly plunge into her tightness, fully and deeply. Each of his thrusts caused her to moan, her body responding to him. She started to writhe herself against him, hoping to reach her peak with him.

Growling, Damian's teeth sunk into the softness of her skin. Crying out, Eliza felt her blood begin to flow into his mouth. The pain that she felt, combined with the daylight pouring through his window, made her realize that Damian hadn't bitten her with his fangs; he couldn't. This was a bite like any other mortal's bite, harsh, painful, and vicious. What little blood trickled into Damian's mouth from this shallow bite wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, she knew, but she didn't try to stop him. It was the only thing she could do for him right now. The hand at her breast found her nipple through the clothing and pulled on it strongly. Eliza cried out again at the sensation. Had this encounter been like the others, she would have cum at his touch.

But Damian wasn't interested in her pleasure this time; only sating his hunger. Any pain that he was causing her was the furthest thing in his mind right now. Gripping his sweat-slicked hair, she held him to the wound tighter, feeling his cock expand deep inside her body. Biting down on her neck harder as the passion conquered him, his cock exploded. His cum showered her inner walls, filling her, but she didn't cum. She couldn't cum, the pain in her neck dominating all feeling in her body. As his thrusts into her became weaker and his cock softened, Eliza lightly tugged Damian's head away from her neck.

He refused to be pulled, though. His right hand moved from her pussy to her stomach. Combined with the grip at her breast, Damian pulled her harder into him, his sucking mouth still trying vainly to pull her life into him. Each tug on her neck wrenched a cry from her. The pain becoming too much to bear, she pulled on him stronger.

"Damian," she gasped. He ignored her, his growls against her neck drowning out her soft call. "Damian," she said again, louder. Still, he pulled on the painful wound, straining for the richness that flowed within her veins. "Damian, stop!" she screamed.

Crying out, Damian wrenched his head away from her. He let go of her body, and Eliza fell against the back of the couch, dizzy and breathless. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she turned around to see Damian sitting on the floor, his knees pulled up to his chest. His left arm was raised, covering his face. Taking a moment to pull up her panties and jeans, she moved off the couch to kneel beside him.

"Damian," she said softly. When he didn't move, she wrapped her arms around his sweaty shoulders, pulling him into her body. His hands, in turn, wrapped themselves around her, pulling her closer. He nuzzled his head into her chest, unable to look at her. "It's not your fault," she said, rocking him. She could hear him weeping, and stroked his hair.

"What happened?" he asked softly. "I've never felt like that before. I...I...I couldn't stop, it was so...good. I'm sorry, Eliza. I'm so sorry..."

"It's the hunger," Eliza said. "It's getting time for you to feed."

"But I've fed from you; several times. Why do I have to hunt?"

"Because we're blood mates," Eliza said. "My blood flows in you, just as yours does in me. Whenever you feed from me, you're taking your own blood. Do you understand? It's no better than you biting yourself. You're not gaining anything by it."

"So what do we do?"

"You wait here," Eliza said. She let go of Damian, walked to the phone, and dialed. She waited a couple of rings before someone on the other end picked it up.

"Hi, it's me, Lisa...Yes, it's been awhile...Yup, you guessed it. Are you available tonight?...Yeah, nine's fine. Usual place?...Okay, no problem...See you then...Yeah, me, too. Bye." Eliza hung up the phone and went back to kneel beside Damian. She pulled him into her again, but he pulled away, his voice and body calmer, steadier.

"Who was that?" he asked.

"Someone I know. I'll introduce you, we'll all go somewhere, and you'll feed. This night is for you, to show you some of the things you need to know. I'll stick around and help you, but I don't plan on getting involved."

Damian nodded. "What if I lose control again?"

"That's one reason why I'm not leaving," Eliza said. "This night will teach you many things, one of which is controlling your hunger."

Damian nodded again and kept silent, his eyes staring into space. Neither of them spoke. Eliza moved to get up when his hand suddenly shot out and grasped her wrist. Their eyes meeting, she kneeled back down, expecting him to say something. Instead, he pulled her onto his lap, his hands weaving around her waist, holding her softly. She relaxed into his embrace and felt his cock start to harden against her, exerting a soft pressure against her pussy through her clothing. His head bent down to her neck, his lips softly licking the bite that his teeth had made. Eliza flinched, the wound still hurting, but let him continue, his tongue weaving a wet, soothing trail on her skin. His hands moved from her waist to softly grip her ass, pulling her body tighter onto his cock. Eliza gasped at the feeling of his hands on her ass and his cock pressing into her heated pussy. The pain at her neck gave way to anther feeling: desire.

"You didn't cum," Damian said, his head moving away from her neck to pull her earlobe between his teeth.



She drove through the dark streets, the windows down. Damian sat beside her, gazing out at the streetlights and other people as they shot by. She looked over at him, nicely dressed in evening clothes, wearing a black imitation-leather jacket. The bruise that she had given him had already healed, leaving his skin unmarked and pure. He looked pretty good, Eliza thought, smiling. Damian turned his head to look at her. Her smile brightened for him, and she turned her eyes back toward the road.

Damian moved his left hand to softly stroke her naked thigh, feeling the muscles flex when she sped up or slowed down. She wanted him to move higher, to reach under the black skirt that she wore, but he pulled his hand away. He shifted his attention to gently move his hand up her arm, brushing the soft fabric of the dark red long-sleeve shirt that hugged her body like a second skin. Her heart sped up in anticipation as his hand moved higher, needing to feel his fingers tease her breast.

A horn honked behind them, bringing her mind back to focus and causing Damian to pull his hand away. Accelerating, she drove through the now-green light toward their destination.

"You look very nice tonight, Damian," she said.

"Not nearly as nice as you," he replied.

Eliza smiled. "Are you ready for this?" she asked, turning the conversation to what they were about to do.

"I think so. It still feels strange to me, though. What if she doesn't like me?"

"It's not a question of like or dislike," Eliza said. "She'll sate your hunger, and you'll move on. If it's important to you, though, just remember what I told you. If you want a partner that will feel something for you, you can excrete pheromones to attract one. Naturally, they can say no, but at least the pheromones will give a little edge; not to mention your overall appearance."

"What about mind control? I heard vampires have some mind control abilities."

Eliza shook her head. "That's a legend, just like garlic and crosses. You can connect with someone's mind and see their thoughts and feelings, but you can't override them. It's what I did with you during your Change. I melded my thoughts to yours, gave you something to take your mind off the ordeal. We can empathize and touch a person's thoughts, but we can't control them."

"Then I suppose something like telepathy is out, too?"

Eliza nodded. Damian turned back to look outside his window. They drove several blocks in silence, surrounded by the life of the city.

"I don't want to have sex with her," Damian said suddenly.

Eliza glanced at him to see his face turned back toward her.

"It's like I'm cheating on you," he continued. "I mean, I'm your husband, right? Well...basically. If I have sex with her, I'd be cheating on you. It doesn't sit right with me."

"Damian, listen to me," Eliza said softly. "I won't feed tonight, because I don't have to yet. When I do, though, there's always a chance that I will sleep with whoever I feed from. Don't feel any regret if you have sex with someone you feed from. Enjoy it, revel in it, do it over and over again if you want. But don't regret it. Our lives are forever, Damian, and that's too long to feel regret about something like that. It's one of the easiest ways to feed, because your partner's mind is focused on something other than your bite. In the end, Damian, everything is subservient to the hunger, so to feel regret over things that you do because of your instincts is pointless and harmful."

"I just don't want to hurt you," Damian said softly.

"You won't," Eliza said. "Your feelings are noble, and if you were human, they'd serve you well. But you're not human any more. Some of the ethics that you have grown up with don't have to change. Others will. I know that it'll be difficult, but that's one attitude you might want to have another look at."

Damian nodded and kept silent. Eliza left him to his thoughts. There were some things that she knew he'd have to think about doing differently, however bad he felt about it.

The rest of the drive passed in silence. When they reached their destination, Eliza parked the car and moved to get out. Damian's hand reached out, grasping her shoulder.

"Let me," he said.

Eliza leaned back in her seat as Damian got out and walked around the front of the car. He opened her door and he held out his hand, helping her out. He closed the door behind her and leaned her against the car, the coolness of the steel biting into her back through the shirt.

"What's wrong?" Eliza asked.

Damian wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly into him. Eliza felt his breath brush against her ear as he leaned his head down.

"I'm still not sure if sleeping with her is something I want to do," he whispered. "But if I do, I'll try not to feel any regret about it. After all, I'll always have you."

Eliza wrapped her arms around his waist, completing the embrace. "Yes, you do," she said.

Damian let her go and offered his arm to her. "Well, let's go. My stomach's grumbling."

Wrapping her arm around his, they walked to the door of the bar, the heavy pounding of the music making its way through the walls. Making their way inside, the heat of bodies enveloped them. The neon lighting that adorned the dance floor stung her eyes briefly. They made their way past dancing, laughing, and drinking bodies to a semi-private corner of the large room. The darkness in the corner helped to lessen the intensity of the harsh lighting. They sat down at an empty table and watched the lives around them.

"Who are we waiting for?" Damian asked.

"Her name is Morgan," Eliza said. "She's someone that I've fed from before. She's willing, which is always a good thing. With people like her, you don't have to hunt very often, since there's a ready supply of partners available to you. We call them donors, but they don't do it without something in return. While money talks, they'll just as easily let you feed from them for free because it's physically satisfying to them." She paused. "If I hadn't have turned you, I have a feeling you'd have been a good donor."

Damian nodded, smiling. "Probably," he said. "That first time did feel pretty good."

Eliza turned her attention to the crowd around them, searching. Singles, couples, or groups all frequented this bar, everyone looking for a little time away from the world outside. Some were there for the fun of it, just because. Some were there to party. Others were there for passion. Each had their own reasons, but Eliza knew that those were the main ones.

"What's this Morgan like, Eliza?" Damian asked, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"She's a little aggressive," she said, smiling. "She enjoys sex, any way from just about anyone. Even though she's straight, we've been together before, as you've probably already guessed. She's considerate, though, not only thinking of herself, but of who she's with. She's also cautious, knowing the rules and abiding by them. She may push the boundaries a little, but she knows where the line is. Give her a chance. She's really nice to be with, and I'm not just talking about the sex.

"It looks like I'm going to have to find her," Eliza said, getting up and straightening her skirt. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Eliza pushed her way through the throng, making her way to the bar. She looked at the people there, but none of them were the one she was looking for. She asked the bartender, but with no luck. She walked around the perimeter of the room, keeping off the dance floor and the mass of bodies there. She passed table after table, gazing, searching, but still unsuccessful. Sighing, she walked back to where Damian was waiting for her.

A young woman was seated beside him, talking and laughing with him. She was about Eliza's size, with slightly larger breasts and brunette hair that fell to her neck. Flashes of silver dangled from her earlobes. She was wearing a red plaid skirt, similar to the stereotypical schoolgirl skirt. Her legs were wrapped in black thigh-high pantyhose; Eliza could see the line separating fabric from skin as the woman crossed her legs. The woman's shirt was a form-fitting black baby-doll t-shirt, with the word "Devil" emblazoned on the back in red. Eliza silently walked up to them.

"...And I just had to meet you," the woman was saying, gradually shifting her body closer to Damian. Eliza smiled at Damian's obvious nervousness.

"Hello, Morgan," Eliza said.

The woman jumped, turned, and smiled. Getting up, the two women hugged, exchanged greetings, and sat back down. Eliza couldn't help grinning at the front of Morgan's shirt: the word "Angel," written in white, adorned her breasts.

"I see you found Morgan," Eliza said to Damian, as the two women sat down.

"Actually, I found him," Morgan said, smiling. "I saw you two come in, but the crowd is so thick tonight, it took me awhile to get to you."

"Yeah, right," Eliza said. "You wanted me to leave so you'd have him all to yourself."

Morgan laughed. "Yeah, that, too."

Eliza leaned back in her chair. "So, have you two introduced yourselves?"

Morgan shook her head. She extended her hand out to Damian. "I'm Morgan."

Damian grasped her hand. "Damian," he said softly. "Damian Richards."

"Nice to meet you, Damian," Morgan said. She turned back to Eliza. "So, do you want to hang around here a little bit longer, or should we get going?"

Eliza looked at Damian. She smiled. He looked like a lost child, not knowing where he was, or what he was doing there. All safety nets for him were gone, it would seem.

"I think we'd better go. Damian looks like he's going to throw up," Eliza said.

Damian smiled softly. "I'm sorry. I'm not used to big groups like this...or bars..."

Morgan stood up. "Okay. Let me go tell my friends that I'm leaving, grab my purse, and we'll go. Did you have someplace specific in mind?"

Eliza nodded. "Yeah, it's all arranged. We'll wait for you here."

Nodding, Morgan disappeared into the throng, but not without a glance over her shoulder and a wink.

Eliza turned back to Damian. "She's really cute, isn't she?"

Damian nodded, realized what had just happened, and quickly shifted his gaze back to Eliza. "Sorry. I didn't mean to stare at her."

Eliza laughed. "I told you before that it's okay. No regret, remember?" Damian bowed his head and nodded. Eliza waited for him to say something, but when he didn't, she broke the silence. "Do you want to sleep with her tonight?"

"I don't know," Damian said. "I mean, if I'm not supposed to feel regret, then, yeah, I would. What would you do? I mean, you wouldn't be...there...would you?"

"No, I'll leave you two alone. I just want to be close if you need help, or if something goes wrong. I can only tell you so much. The rest you have to do it to learn it. After tonight, though, you won't have to feel awkward when you go hunt. I think you'll catch on quick."

"Thanks," he said. He paused. "How old is she?"

"Twenty," Eliza said. "It's okay, you won't get in trouble."




Innocent Blood Ch. 04



Damian sighed with relief and paused again. "What if I get her...you know...pregnant? I mean, I know I'm clean, so I'm not worried about that, but..."

"First," Eliza began, "don't worry about infections. If I haven't told you already, I'll tell you now. We can't get sick. It's part of our biology, and an effect of being dead. Have you ever seen a dead person get a cold?" Damian chuckled and shook his head. "Second," Eliza continued, "death can't create life. That should answer your question."

"Yeah."

"Are we ready?" Morgan asked, walking up to them, breaking their conversation. She had a small brown purse slung over her shoulder. Eliza noticed that Morgan had also apparently touched up her makeup during her absence. Her red lips seemed to shine brighter in the light.

"I think so," Eliza said, getting up.

The three of them pushed their way through the crowd and left the building. Damian let out a sigh shortly after walking out the door.

"What was that for?" Morgan asked.

Damian shrugged. "It was getting too hot for me. It's alot cooler out here."

Eliza nodded. "Yes, it really is a beautiful night."

They all walked to Eliza's car, enjoying the calm, cool air of night. They had just reached the car when Damian gasped suddenly, startling the two women. They turned around to see him bent over, clutching his stomach. Groaning, he kneeled down on the ground, one hand steadying himself against the car. Eliza kneeled down beside him, wrapping her arms around him, whispering softly.

"Are we too late?" Morgan asked. Eliza knew that Morgan wasn't ignorant about these matters.

"He's a little farther along than I thought," she said, looking at Morgan. "I think it'll be close. I thought he had a little more time."

"Well...how long has it been?" 

"It'll be his first," Eliza said, returning her gaze to Damian. "He was just turned this week."

"Wow," Morgan whispered.

Damian slowly stood back up and straightened himself, still holding his stomach. "It's okay," he said. "I'll make it. I'm alright."

Eliza shook her head. "No, you won't be. You've already lost control once today," she said, referring to Damian's assault against her that morning. She turned back to Morgan. "It's up to you. If you don't want to do this, now is the time to tell me. We'll work something out, and let you go back inside."

Morgan shook her head. "If it'll help him, I'll do it. I won't be lying when I say this is kind of...well, exciting."

Eliza nodded. "We can't do it out here in the open," she said. She looked around, searching. "There, across the street," she said, pointing to an alley. "That's about the best we can do." Pulling Damian's arm over her shoulder so that he was leaning against her, they all made their way to the alley, ignoring the stares of the few people that glanced their way.

"Just a little bit further, Damian," she whispered. "Just hold on a little bit longer."

The alley was narrow, its only occupant a garbage disposal bin. They made their way as far back as they could, their footsteps echoing around them. Damian's groans wrenched Eliza. How could she have been so stupid to wait so long? This was all her fault. Reaching the back of the alley, Eliza looked back down from where they came. Nobody had followed them, and nobody was watching. Feeling that they were safe from any onlookers, Eliza let go of Damian and leaned him against the wall. She turned to Morgan, who stood a couple of feet away. Eliza felt sure that Morgan would turn and leave, her decision changed.

"Morgan," she said. "This is it. Are you staying or leaving?"

Morgan took a deep breath and stood straighter. Eliza's anxiety increased. Would she stay or leave? What would this young woman do? Could Eliza fix this mess if Morgan left?

After a moment, Morgan nodded and moved closer. Eliza let out the breath she'd been holding in, relief flooding her.

"Here," Morgan said, handing Eliza the small brown purse. She moved up to Damian and wrapped her arms around him, pulling her body up against his. She gripped the back of his head and pulled it down to her neck.

"I...I can't...I can't..." Damian gasped. "I might...I can't...I don't want to hurt you."

"Damian, you must do this," Eliza said firmly. "It'll only get worse." Her tone softened. "I'm here, love. I'll watch out for both of you. Just take enough to stop the cramping; you'll know when."

Damian looked at her and turned his head back down to Morgan's neck. His hands wrapped around her, pulling her into him. His left hand gripped the back of her neck, angling her head, opening her body to his hunger. His right hand wrapped around her waist, holding her to him tightly. He slowly moved his mouth over her neck, his tongue flicking out, preparing her.

"Go ahead, Damian," Morgan said softly.

Another deep groan escaped from him, causing him to bend over. Eliza could see his grip on Morgan weaken, but he recovered. She forced herself to stay still, giving Damian the chance to learn control over the monster inside him. Straightening his body, he suddenly turned, pushing Morgan back against the wall, taking the dominant position. Morgan gasped at this sudden move, but held on to him. With a soft growl, Damian's head suddenly pushed into Morgan's neck, and Eliza could almost feel the moment when his fangs penetrated Morgan's defenseless, willing body.

Eliza let out a sigh of relief when she heard the gentle sucking of Damian's mouth pulling Morgan's life into him. Her eyes closed, Morgan moaned softly, her right hand gripping his neck tighter against her. Her right black-clad leg rose up to wrap itself around his left leg, holding him. She started to move up and down his leg, her muscles flexing. Morgan's left hand stroked Damian's body. His hair, arms, back, ass; Morgan spared no inch of him from her wanderings. Eliza watched Morgan's body wrap itself around him, mindful for signs of Damian losing control. As she watched Damian feed and Morgan sigh and moan with pleasure, Eliza couldn't help the wetness that soon made its presence known within her most intimate depths. She shifted her body, trying to relieve the sensations, but to no avail.

Morgan soon lifted both of her legs to wrap themselves around Damian's hips. In turn, he started to thrust his hips against her, trying desperately for some satisfaction, impossible as it was through their clothes. Eliza watched with a mixture of fear and pleasure; fear that he'd lose control, pleasure for the memories of when he'd fed from her own willing body.

"Damian," she said softly, moving up to the two writhing bodies. Her soft voice couldn't pierce the veil of bloody passion that Morgan and Damian had wrapped around themselves. "Damian," she said again a little louder, her hand gripping his shoulder. He flinched against her touch, and Eliza was afraid that he couldn't, or wouldn't, stop.

He slowly pulled away from Morgan's neck, his fangs still coated in the life blood from her body. He released her, letting her lean against the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Eliza glanced at the young woman who had so willingly given her life's fluid to Damian. Morgan's breathing was heavy, not from the loss of blood, but from the rise of passion. Her eyes were closed, but she was smiling, bathing in the pleasurable sensations of Damian's touch. Eliza turned her gaze back to Damian.

He, too, was breathing heavily from their embrace, but stood in front of her, seemingly unashamed of what had just happened. Eliza smiled and ran her hand over his cheek.

"You did well, love," she said.

Damian said nothing. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. She could feel his hard cock against her body through their clothing, pressing into her. She gasped at his touch, her pussy tingling at the sensation. He moved his lips down to hers, his tongue reaching into her mouth to massage against her own. They dueled there in the heat of their mouths, their hands running over each other's bodies. Like Morgan, Eliza let Damian pick her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. She ran her tongue over his fangs, tasting the rich life blood that Morgan had given. Her hunger yearned for more.

Eliza controlled herself. Tonight wasn't for her; it was for Damian. She pressed her arms against him, breaking the bloody kiss. Damian set her down, not releasing his grip on her. She ran her tongue around her lips, licking up the blood that had escaped the cavern of their mouths. Its richness called to her, but she maintained control. Get Damian through tonight, she thought. Just get him through tonight... 



Innocent Blood



The monster inside her took its opportunity with her lapse of control. Quickly rising up, she couldn't help viciously biting into Damian's sweaty neck. At the same instant his once-innocent blood poured into her mouth, filling her, his cock exploded again, coating her vaginal walls with his cum. The monster drew on Damian's life blood strongly, not able to get enough. Damian's cock continued to explode, overfilling her spasming pussy with his cum. Vaguely, she felt Damian pull her closer to his neck, letting her feed. But when she couldn't stop, the monster having taken control, she felt him start to push her back, his struggles increasing the more she fed. She was vaguely aware of his warm blood coating her face, running down his neck, and being smeared on their bodies as they writhed together; Damian to get free, the monster to feed.

Struggling inside her mind, she pulled the monster away from Damian, ripping a loud cry from her mouth. The monster accepted her control over it, letting her deal with the consequences. She felt his cock soften inside her. Rising off of him, she saw that his breath was ragged and he was very pale and cold to the touch. She licked the wound the monster had made, knowing that it would stop the bleeding no matter how deeply Damian had been bitten. The wound starting to heal, she lay him back down on the bed and got off of him, their combined wetness running down her inner thighs. He'd be alright, she knew; he might fall into a coma, but he'd wake up eventually. She turned around to gather her clothes, getting ready to leave.

She looked at Damian once again, looking so weak and helpless there, lying on his back, his eyes pleading with her to help him. She returned the look, not knowing what to do. She'd never let the monster get control of her before, and now he was probably going to die because of it. She threw her clothes back down on the ground, her decision made. She fumbled in her skirt for the pocket knife she always carried, ripping the garment in her haste. With the shredded skirt and knife in hand, she crawled onto the bed and gently lifted Damian's torso. She sat down and rested his head in her lap. She looked at him, her chest moving rapidly with her breathing. She was so afraid of what would happen if something went wrong. He looked at her calmly, seeming to reassure her.

Wiping off the wetness of their sweat and his blood, she felt the coldness of his body, and knew that what she had decided was probably the best thing to do under the circumstances. After throwing the ruined skirt back to the pile of clothes, she pulled out the blade of the knife, and drug it across one of her nipples, the sting causing her to flinch. She felt her own warm blood flowing out of the small wound. She lifted Damian's head to the wound.

"You must feed, Damian," she whispered, desperately. "If you don't, you might die."

She was afraid that he wouldn't feed from her. That fear left her when she felt the gentle suction from Damian's lips as he pulled her own blood into him. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation of feeding another life; it was a first for her, one of the few things she was still innocent in. She almost felt like a mother with her infant. She slowly pulled Damian's weak form away from her before she, too, started to suffer the effects of blood loss. She eased him back down on the bed and pulled the covers over their naked bodies. She wasn't leaving tonight; he'd need her yet.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She knew that tears were flowing down her cheeks. She couldn't bear to look at him after what she'd done, so she closed her eyes. She hadn't regretted the pleasure that she'd taken, but she now regretted having come through his window in the first place.

She felt his finger brush over the wet paths her tears made. She opened her eyes to look at him looking at her, afraid of what he might say.

"I've been waiting for you," he whispered. His eyes closed as sleep took him.

She couldn't reply; too many thoughts ran through her mind. Setting them aside for later, she lay down behind him, wrapping her arms around his chest and wrapping her legs around his thighs. She held on tightly, pressing her nude form against him. It would be a painful night for him, and this connection, the feeling of her nakedness pressed against him, might help. Pulling her fangs in, she gently kissed the back of his shoulder. She closed her eyes, readying herself for whatever may happen.