1 comments/ 13837 views/ 2 favorites The Bite By: cumbustian All I remembered, at first, was that her teeth ripped my flesh. It was only later, after the wounds began to fester, that I truly began to understand the horror or what I'd experienced. In the bar, that night, she stood out like a Goddess among the mortals. Perhaps it was the sheer white dress that clung loosely to her frame as she danced, alone and seductively to the slow song the band was playing. I don't recall the tune, just her. Her raven hair flowed luxuriously around her face, creating a canvas upon which was rendered the face of an angel, and the lips of Satan. Lips, the color of blood. I was transfixed. The music ended, a dimming of light settled over the dance floor and she turned and looked at me, full in the eyes. A smattering of applause reached my ears as it occurred to me that I'd read somewhere, that prey, fell victim to the stare of the viper. The applause died, and I became lunch. As she moved towards me, feet clenched tight in matching white high heels, my dick began to harden. I'd had spontaneous erections more than once in my life, but this was something else altogether. There was a smile on her face, as she looked below my belt. "Are you just happy to see me?" she asked. At the sound of her voice, silken in leather, my penis ripped through my pants and shot an enormous load of cum onto the front of her dress. I was mortified and glanced quickly around the bar to see if anyone had witnessed my awful display. At the same time I was desperately stuffing my embarrassing dick back into my broken pants. She lowered her hand to where my cum was slowly dribbling a path down the front of her dress, collected a large bit with her fingers and stuck them into her mouth. She licked them clean and said, "I get that a lot." Behind me, the bartender chuckled, and several patrons laughed out loud. "Now, take off your pants." "What? Are you kidding?" I asked. "Take them off...I'm hungry." I looked at the bartender, who just shrugged with a "better do as she asks" look and turned away. "But, these people...." "DO AS I SAY, OR YOU WILL DIE!!" Her voice was somewhat less than seductive. My hands had never moved so fast. My pants were a puddle at my feet in seconds. "Now..." she said. Her hand gently began rubbing my prick. "Get another hard-on...only this time, make it a big one." "Christ's ball's." I thought, "how will I do that? I'm scared to death." To my surprise I felt an odd stirring, and looked down at myself. I was growing. I was growing fast. At first I thought her tiny laugh was ridicule, then I realized that it was amazement and nervousness on her part. My dick, which on a good day averaged about eight or nine inches, had already swollen to an astounding eighteen inches. I could feel the desire to unload another blast of jizz increasing with an urgent rapidity. As we watched in shock, the other customers and the bartender gathering around in various pose's of disbelief, my dick grew another twelve inches making it perhaps the largest penis on the planet, at the time. By now the look of seductress had faded from the woman in white's face and had been replaced by one of fear. My urge to ejaculate was so strong that it was only by means of unbelievable self control that I managed to grab her by the arms, rip away her dress and bask in the beauty of her creamy, perfect body. Naked, she resembled nothing less than every ideal woman. I reached out my hand and touched her pussy. It was drenched, and hungry, indeed. I threw her onto the bar and plunged all thirty inches of pulsating penis into her waiting quim. Back and forth we labored, in and out. Two animals caught in the throes of passion beyond our wildest imaginings. When I came, there were stars and explosions. It was then, that I felt her bite. The blood flowed everywhere. My dick shrunk back to normal. The crowd in the bar dispersed. I thought it was all a dream, until I awoke the next day and felt the festering pain. In waking, I noticed the female form beside me. "What are you doing here?" I said as I shook her awake. She turned, her eyes shining with ravenous beauty that enveloped me completely. "Where'd you think I'd be? I'm your wife." We laughed and laughed, then had coffee. The Bite Clouds began to form over the horizon as the tires on my convertible caressed the curves of highway 101. It had been a relaxing day visiting the tourist traps along the Oregon coast. I had even managed to find a great deal on an HR Giger piece that I had been lucky to find. The wind was starting to pick up and the air had changed. It now had that sweet clean smell that only rain can bring. I pulled the car over onto the shoulder just beneath a highway sign. I pressed the button to raise the convertible top and peered up at the sky waiting for the top to finish it's ascent to the "upright and locked position." I wasn't about to let a little rain spoil my day. "Crescent City, CA 150 miles", the highway sign read. With more than enough fuel to make it to Crescent City, I accelerated back onto 101 and settled in for the cruise. Daylight was slowly fading as cloud cover made it's way inland and the first few drops of rain had begun to dance on the windshield. Waiting until the windshield was completely saturated, I turned on the wipers and switched on my headlights. Having listened to Metallica and Disturbed for the last 300 miles, I decided to turn off the CD player and see what I could find on the radio. Granted, I was a billion miles from known civilization, but my mind needed the break from James screaming "...you will do, what I say, when I say..." I switched over to the FM band and scanned the airwaves. The digital display on the radio slowly churned through the frequencies. Fumbling in the darkness of the car, I turned up the wipers. The rain now coming down steadily, I focused to keep my vision on the illuminated pavement. "Ask the lord for forgiveness!" a voice bellowed out through the speakers. "Only god can save you from eternal damnnation" it continued. I reached down to turn down the volume as the radio began scanning for another frequency. The tuner churned for probably another 10 minutes before I realized that it wasn't going to find anything. Ok David, I guess you win. I grabbed The Sickness and placed it into the CD player. As the guitars began to thunder through the speakers and the drums began pounding in my head, I felt a small jerk through the steering wheel. Another, then the oil pressure indicator light on the dash came on. I slowed the car and pulled off to the shoulder. Just as I got the car to a stop, the engine seized. "Damn it!!" I couldn't believe that here I was, helpless on the roadside, several miles from anything! "Shit!" I just figured that the Check Engine light that had been on since Newport just meant that an O2 sensor had gone tits up. I kept wondering to myself "Isn't that Check Engine light just for emissions malfunctions?" I reached over and grabbed my cell phone. I flipped it open, dialed 411 and waited. Seconds later, my phone with all it's technological glory indicated that it could not locate a signal. Well, that's just great. I pay good money each month to have accessibility in just these types of situations. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I tossed the phone into the passenger footwell. Out of the corner of my eye and through the blur of the water cascading down the windshield, I saw a faint amber glow. A warm and inviting glow. Someone was living in these woods. I switched on the wipers to get a better look. Well, it wasn't my imagination. There, in the distance and surrounded by woods, was a small flickering light. I reached for my cell phone and put that in my inside jacket pocket. I grabbed my peppered beef jerky, stuffed that into my other pocket, and stepped out into the rain. No longer a drizzle, or a sprinkle, I was now walking in a downpour. Keeping close to the guardrail, I walked further south toward the light in the woods. Two miles? Ten miles? I had been walking for a couple of hours it seemed. My hair, matted firmly to my head and my clothes weighing probably 10 pounds more from all the rain only made the walk that much more uncomfortable. I finally arrived at a dirt road, now transformed into mud, that lead off of the highway. Two distinct ruts with weeds growing between them. Judging by the length of the weeds, it wasn't a frequently traveled road. As I peered down the road, there it was. The light that I had set out to find. Certainly, whomever lives here would be able to assist me. One foot, then the other. 200 more yards and I would be on the porch. One foot, then the other, it won't be much longer now. The walk up the driveway was longer than the walk along the freeway, at least it seemed. The pathway was not well lit and the sounds of the woodland creatures just added more anxiety to an already nervous soul. But, I kept going. Probably 50 yards away now, I could make out a small cabin, the smell of a fire burning in the fireplace. It was not a large cabin, probably just a one room weekender. It wasn't very well maintained, high weeds surrounded the rotted out wooden deck that surrounded the front and north sides. I couldn't make out a car in the driveway, but that was no matter since nobody would leave a fire burning in their fireplace, would they? The flicker of the fireplace lit up the windows and trees surrounded the small property. As I got much closer to the cabin, the front door opened. I could make out a figure in the doorway, but as my eyes adjusted to the light coming through the doorway, I still couldn't make out any details. I froze in my tracks as I suddenly realized that I was trespassing and that this resident may not take too kindly to visitors. "Hello! My car broke down up the road and I was looking to find some assistance, maybe I could use your phone?" I yelled. Rain kept pounding on me as droplets of mud splashed up onto my pants. After what seemed like several minutes, a voice cried back to me "Sure thing, come on up here out of the rain". The door closed to just a crack of light coming through. The voice that called back to me was that of a woman. Warm and inviting. Perhaps I was just relieved that it wasn't a man, but her voice calmed my anxiety almost instantly. For some reason, a mans voice coming back would have just been terrifying. I started marching forward again, my feet slow to peel out of the mud I had begun to sink into. I got to the porch, soaked and shivering. I walked up the three steps and onto the porch. The wooden deck strained under my feet. A wooden rocker sat on the south end of the porch and a wooden railing encompassed the entire deck. The front door to the cabin began to open again. "Hello there, I'm so sorry to be bothering you at this hour" I said. "It's no problem Jerry, I was up working anyhow. Would you mind taking off your wet clothes here on the porch please? I have a towel here for you to dry off with and a blanket to wrap up in." she replied. "How did you know my name, Miss?" She reached forward and pulled a "Hello, my name is..." sticker off my shirt. I guess I must have left it there after the convention. I chuckled softly as I reached for the towel that she offered. She pushed the door closed again, letting just a crack of light through. I took off my wet clothes leaving them in a crumpled pile on her porch. I really began shivering now as I toweled myself dry. Satisfied that I was not going to drip all over her cabin, I wrapped the towel around my waist and gently pushed the door of the cabin open. The warmth of the cabin quickly relieved my shivering. "Come on in, there is a blanket on the couch. Go ahead and wrap yourself up and warm up by the fire." my new friend said. "Would you like some soup? I'm making some anyway." "Ma'am, I'd love a warm bowl of soup. Whatever you're making," I said as I pulled the blanket around myself and walked over to the couch by the fire. "Do you mind if I?" as I gestured toward the couch "No, please sit down, make yourself at home," she said. "Soup will be ready in no time. I sat down and looked around a bit. Her cabin was much larger than I had originally visualized. There was a small open stairway leading up to a loft. I could just make out a corner of the bed up there. The main room was pretty large and flanked by a small kitchen. There was a closed door on the other side and a desk in the corner. A laptop was quietly humming over on her desk, the sound of a spoon, occasionally scraping the bottom of a pot, coming from the kitchen. The fire was crackling vigorously, fresh wood had recently been added. She brought me a bowl of soup, chicken noodle, I think. I reached up to take it, the blanket falling off my shoulders and down around my waist. She sat sideways in an overstuffed chair across from me, her legs up on the arm. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was. She had black hair that flowed off the chair, nearly to the floor. She had piercing blue eyes that seemed to flicker, her breasts were large and strained against her nightgown. Her legs were toned and well tanned, all the way to her well manicured toes. I tried to focus on my soup, even counting the noodles in each spoonful, trying to distract myself from the woman across from me. It was too late though. My cock had already become semi-swollen, precum dripping down my leg. I was always easily aroused and could usually contain my excitement, but for some reason, I couldn't resist this woman. As I tipped my bowl up to sip the last of my soup, she got up and came over to the couch. "Let me take care of that" she said. I raised my bowl. She moved in front of me, dropped down to her knees between my legs and pulled the blanket aside revealing a glistening stream of precum dripping down my right thigh, my eager cock off to the left side. "No, I mean this." She leaned forward and began licking, practically slurping at my thigh, while with her right hand gripping firmly on my semi-hard cock. Her thumb was pressing uncomfortably on the underside of the head of my cock as she finished her work on my leg. She then looked up at me, her blue eyes piercing my soul. "Sorry, I didn't want to miss a drop" she said as she let up the pressure in her right hand. My cock swelled to it's full length and precum began to cover the tip as she licked at it. Her right hand then moved to the bottom of my cock, again, her thumb pressing into the underside as she slid it inch by inch toward the head. She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and moaned softly as she milked every drop of precum toward her mouth. I put the bowl down and put my hands on the back of her head. I gently pressed her head over my cock trying to get her to take in more of it. She snapped her head back and glared at me. "You don't want to do that" she said. The aggression in her voice was convincing enough. Although a bit taken aback, I realized that she may be uncomfortable with taking in my entire cock. For now, I'd have to settle with the teasing, allowing her to enjoy the nectar she was working so hard to get. As soon as I put my hands back at my sides, she began working her thumb and mouth again, milking every drop. Once she was satisfied that she had all the precum that I had to give, she stood up. She placed her knees on the outside of mine, pressing my legs closer together. I could feel the tightening of my cock as it became full... almost too full. It actually felt like it could burst. She pulled up her nightgown revealing herself to me. She had a completely shaved pussy, her inner labia dangling down just a bit. I could see the flicker of the fireplace in a drop of her wetness that clung to her pussy lips. She reached down and rubbed her pussy, just a few strokes. She then brought her fingers into her mouth, savoring her own sweet juice. She pulled the straps of her gown off her shoulders, her beautiful breasts falling out with a little bounce. Leaning forward, she placed her knees on the couch on either side of my thigh. My cock had risen up, nearly touching her smooth pussy. She reached down with both hands, spreading open her pussy lips. Then, without warning, she impailed herself on my cock. Not slowly, but quickly, like how you would remove a bandage. She managed to get nearly half way down the length of my shaft then stopped and took a big breath. I could see a little blood dripping from her pussy and running down my cock. I looked up to see that she had tears in her eyes. Her eyes... they now had an eerie flicker in them. "You don't have to do this" I said, concerned that she had never had intercourse before. "No, we must do this now" she replied as she pressed herself further down onto me. Then, with a small scream, she pushed herself down again, fully impailing herself. I could feel droplets of blood rolling down off my balls and onto the blanket. She started stroking up and down on my cock, a grin coming over her. I could feel her hands gripping onto my shoulders, her nails digging into the flesh on my back. I could swear, I actually heard her giggle. She continued her vigorous pumping, her hair thrashing all over. I reached up and squeezed at her breasts. With my right hand, I gripped her breast hard. I sucked on her left breast, her nipple assaulted by my tongue and teeth. I began to moan as I felt my balls swelling with pressure. She snapped her head back to look at me, our eyes meeting. "Are you going to?" she said, her voice almost a hissing sound. "To cum? Yeah, I'm getting close" I panted. "No!" she practically screamed, then she stood up off me, got back on her knees on the floor and started to take me into her mouth. "I must drink your seed" she moaned, then began plunging her head down on me. She was giving me head so hard, I could actually feel the impact of my cock on the back of her throat, but it didn't seem to bother her. Her hands were pulling and kneading my balls and I felt the tension in my hips that meant that I was about to cum. I tensed up my ass as I exploded in her mouth. The first stream hit her firmly in the back of the throat. She pulled the shaft of my cock out, leaving the head firmly gripped between her lips as I kept pumping her mouth full of my cum. Her thumb began that milking technique again as she sucked and moaned on the top of my cock. I shot stream after stream, her cheeks actually filling a little with each stroke of her thumb. She pulled her head away, swallowing hard. Grinning, she said "It's time." I was thinking to myself, yeah, time to sleep. She had her hand gripping firmly on the top of my cock now, just as she did before. She began licking at my balls, then worked her way back up to my shaft. He hand was gripping firmly over the head, then I heard a popping sound and felt excruciating pain coming from my cock. I looked down to see that she had bitten into the shaft of my cock, blood running out the sides of her mouth. Her eyes were now on fire, I could no longer see that ice blue stare in them. Slowly my cock began to soften as it succumbed to the bite. White light filled my vision as I began to convulse and fall upon the sofa. The Bite I'm a sucker for haunted houses. I absolutely love them. Very infrequently am I the one who's scared though. My enjoyment comes from scaring the actors or the visitors. Those of you who know me know what an imp I can be. If I'm out for the group, I spot where the likely places are that the actors are hiding and misdirect the other's attention. If it's the actors, I hang back, see where they're hiding and sneak up on them. That's why I was especially excited one year by an article in The Patriot. "Sexy Vampire Steals The Show". It explained how the Jaycee's haunted house was the hit of them all. They had acquired a superb actor to lay in a coffin, the visitors would be locked in the room with Him, and He'd rise, swoop down on some unsuspecting person and throw the whole group into panic. He'd even been known to be called out by some women to give them a "kiss". I knew just what to do. I called four of my friends and arranged for them to go with my sister and me the Friday before Halloween. The house was wonderfully done. Lots of gore, loads of spectacle. It really was splendid. But all of it was a bit lost on me as I was waiting for that particular room. I had built up the excitement in my friends, telling them how very realistic this vampire was. I must admit, I had somewhat piqued my anticipation also. Finally we had arrived at "Dracula's Crypt" or so the sign said. They were only taking in 30 people at a time so we had to wait. While waiting, we could hear screams and pounding coming from behind the door. Nothing about the door that would give any sign at all as to what lay on the other side. It was simply a white door with a simple knob and someone standing beside it to let people in and out. But I felt the fear on the other side. It was almost palpable. Women shrieking, men screaming. I knew I was going to have a marvelous time. Then, finally, it was our turn. Since my friends and I were at the front of the line, the six of us had the opportunity to pick the best spot inside. The room itself was rather plain. Painted grey, some props set about along the walls, and a coffin set upon a platform near the other side. There was another door opposite of the one we entered. Eerie music was playing softly, not loud enough to hear the melody, but it played softly on your mind, setting the tone. The lighting was low and someone had set up a fog machine. It was a wonderful effect. Everyone became somber as they entered, carefully looking around. A few tested the other door and found it locked. We all settled in to wait for the show. They'd built a railing about 10 feet from the wall on our side of the room. The six of us found our vantage right along the rail and waited until the others had been ushered in. Then the entry door closed with a loud bang and the lock was set. Everyone fell silent. I glanced around and saw everyone's eyes had gone wide with expectation, or was it fear? A few moments later, I felt the time was right. I called out softly, "Sir? May I have a kiss?" There was an audible gasp from a few in the crowd. No one had expected this and if their eyes were anyplace else before, they were all fastened on that coffin now. I felt the hand of one my friends on my shoulder. "Snick, I don't think this is a good idea." I giggled and shrugged the hand off. "It's ok, I know what I'm doing." The coffin's lid raised just slightly and a hand grasped the side. My eyes focused there along with the others. Another hand came out and took hold of the lid, raising it until it stood on its own. Then slowly, painfully slowly, He sat straight up from His bed. He turned His head slowly and His eyes locked onto mine sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His eyes were beautiful. Deep, black eyes that I found myself getting lost in. Penetrating, intoxicating, entrancing eyes that seemed to call to me. I felt hands at my shoulders and arms. I heard my friends calling me back from the rail. But my entire focus was His eyes. He smoothly found His footing as He stood in His resting place. In a graceful cat-like move He leaped to the floor, yet He never took His eyes from mine. He was magnificent. He was tall, commanding, dressed in a dark tuxedo with a blood red ascot tied just right and tucked into His waistcoat, a diamond tacked neatly in the center. A black cape with red lining completed the picture. He totally looked the part except for one thing. His hair was silver. I'd always seen or imagined vampires as having dark, black hair. But this one's silver mane looked so lovely, so perfect, adding all the more to His commanding presence. He lept to the floor then took one, maybe two steps towards me. I felt rather than saw the crowd fall as far away from me as possible and from the rail. With the crowd's murmurs growing louder, my friends began desperately trying to catch at my clothes to pull me from behind calling my name. But it all seemed like a dream. Without turning my head, I pushed their hands off me and told them to leave me be. Then I firmly grasped the railing so I couldn't be moved. I was secretly so pleased at the scene that "Dracula" and I had caused. This crowd was certainly getting its money's worth. Dracula, which was the only thing I could think to call Him, swept one hand free of His cape and I heard the sharp intake of breath from those behind me. "Come to me, my little one. Come, receive your kiss you have called for." His hand beckoned me as well as His words. But His eyes compelled me. I began to wonder just how much of this scene was real, and just how much had created. But, I climbed under the rail, and stood on the other side. I heard a woman's voice coming from so far away, "Oh my God, don't!" and I began to feel fear creeping into my thoughts. "What am I doing?" I started to question. That's when I heard Him, but not audibly. He was in my mind, caressing my thoughts, draining my fear from me. "There's no need to hear the others." I no longer did. "The only voice you hear is mine." His was the only. "You can feel my hunger. How it now grows in you, matching my need as you draw closer." I began to move. Slowly, dreamily, walking towards Him. The space between us growing smaller. "Yes, such a good girl." I felt a thrill. "Desiring this as much as I need." I could see His mouth as He smiled slightly...what were those white points coming down from between His lips? "There's no need to fear what's about to happen." Again, the fear vanished. And I kept walking. His gaze left mine for just a moment. I paused in my walk and watched as His lips curled in an ugly sneer and He hissed at someone behind me, I assumed one or two of my friends. He quickly returned His gaze to mine before I had a chance to turn my head, capturing my eyes once again. I restarted my slow walk towards Him not even realizing I'd done so, His voice starting once again. "That's right, my dear. Come closer to me. You long to feel my embrace, my kiss." It became my entire focus. To feel His arms around me, to feel His lips on mine. Then suddenly I was there before Him. He smelled of earth and ages past. Virility seeped from His being. Strength, cunning, wisdom, desire, seemed draped over Him. I began to sway as I was overcome by His presence. He quickly spread His cape and enveloped me within. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs that had seemingly wrapped my mind so tightly. I giggled a little as I came to my senses and said conspiratorially, "Ok, when you remove the cape, I'll drop to the floor and you can finish the show." "My girl, you still think we're play acting?" and I felt a moment of horror as His mouth gaped open showing His teeth bared. They weren't an actor's prop. These were very real and they glistened even in the little light that His cape allowed. He simply moved my head to the side exposing my neck. I had only a moment to gasp "No!" when I felt His kiss... Such an exquisite moment. A brief, sharp stab of pain, then only bliss. I no longer heard His thoughts. His thoughts were mine. I became more and more His as He drew life from my neck. Everything I was began to slowly leave as He suckled. My world dissolved around me. We were alone without any of the barriers that separate. My body began to respond to His desire. One of His hands moved to cover my breasts, enveloping first one then the other. Squeezing, kneading, pinching my nipples until I started at the slightest touch. A hand came up an cupped my head holding me to His mouth as the other then travelled down between my legs, raising my skirt and finally caressing my mound through my panties. I gasped as I felt His arousal and mine begin to merge. I was throbbing, wet and wanted Him inside me so badly. I started moving on His hand, wanting Him to go further, to take me completely. He moved the panties aside and began to slide a finger along my slit. "Ahhhh, such a good girl." I wanted to be a good girl, to give Him what He wanted. To satisfy His lust, our lust. I parted my legs to allow Him better access... wait, did I do that or did He? It didn't matter. He was pleased, and He continued to drink from me as His fingers found my clit. He teased it slowly, brushing it, circling it and my mind spun in unison with the movement. "So close, you want this so badly." My breath coming in gasps. I'd never felt to turned on. He began to pinch and flick my clit. "Let me inside." He purred in my head. I responded by opening my body and my mind totally, nothing held in reserve. He claimed them both as He inserted one, then two fingers deep into my pussy. I found myself moving to His rhythm as my breathing and heart rate increased. My whole being sang as I shamelessly raised and lowered myself on His hand. My arousal building as my blood left me, growing stronger as I was drained. I knew I was beginning to die, yet I wanted this. This was what I had desired all my life. I don't remember ever having any different thought, this was my life's purpose. To die and serve my Master. At this thought, I came, harder than I ever had before and everything I had been ceased to be. I could barely stand and He cradled me in His arms as His mouth left my neck. He shook me slightly to bring me from my reverie. Then He moved His ascot and shirt aside and drew a sharp finger nail across His chest leaving a trail of His blood. "Drink, my sweet...drink deeply and be mine forever." I couldn't see anything else.. it was like ambrosia dripping from the wound. So bright, so red. The smell was divine, sharp, metallic. I had tasted blood before, my own in taking care of small wounds. But this was nothing like anything I'd ever experienced. Panting with the effort, I began to pull myself to Him. I couldn't wait to taste it, to bring it into my mouth and swallow. But, just as I was about to seal my lips on His chest, I felt us being pulled apart. My friends had crossed the rail and they had both of us in their hands trying to free me from His. I collapsed on the floor once I was physically free, the girls in my group tending to me. I had a faint sense of Him hissing once again, chasing the guys away, jumping the railing, hearing the screams, the pounding on the walls as people tried to escape. Then my world became black. I woke in the hospital before anyone realized I was awake. I didn't open my eyes or stir, I just listened. I sensed rather than saw the nurse at my bedside and another at the foot. "Yeah, it's the worse case of posthemorrhagic anemia that the doctor has ever seen. Seems she needed 3 pints before they had her stabilized." I heard her speak but I heard something else I had never noticed before... a thumping... no, two. Same beat... same rhythm...just not in sync. And their warmth... it called to me..I could feel how cold I was and needed to feel their warmth. A growing desire with their heart beats singing in my head. I could almost taste them... wanted to taste them. But just like that, they were gone. They had made their adjustments and they left. It all came back to me in a flood. The house, my friends, that creature in the coffin, me. What had I done? What had I allowed to happen? This had to be a dream. These types of things only happen in novels. I knew if I just found my way back home, I'd find myself sleeping in my bed. This nightmare would end and I could enjoy it again as I wrote it down in my journal. I sat up quickly...big mistake. The room spun, but I was on a mission. I took a piece of tape off of the IV stand and pulled the needle from my arm. But before I could place the tape over to help seal it, a little dripped out. not much, but enough. I was mesmerized again by the sight... the smell... how it would taste on my tongue...I shook it from my head then quickly put the tape over the wound. Ignoring my almost overwhelming need to taste, I refocused and made my way to the closet and put on my clothes. Since it was so late, there weren't many on duty and those that were probably in other patient's rooms. So I silently made my way down the corridor. But with each door I passed each individual heart called to me. I could smell the blood in the rooms of those who had wounds of some type. I raced as fast as I could to put this place far behind me. This was crazy. I don't drink blood. I'm just reacting to a very vivid dream. Yeah, that has to be it. That guy in the coffin had hypnotized me and I'm just following His story. Hey, that's it! There's nothing wrong. I'm not what He's saying I am. I started to feel really smug that I had finally figured it out. Very good trick. Very funny. I finally was the one who had had her socks scared off her! I made a mental note to let Him know somehow what a wonderful experience He'd given me. I made my way home. And since this was still a dream, it didn't even bother me that I had no idea how I'd arrived. I woke the next morning with my mom shaking me. "How in the world did you get home? You were so sick!" I just laughed lightly and said "I'm just fine. Nothing that a little sleep couldn't fix." "Well, I'm calling the doctor anyhow. You just stay in bed until I find out what He says." and with that she left. I sat up and made my way to the bathroom, giggling. I must've really been out of it when I came in. I had to remember to explain to her that the guy in the coffin had just had some fun with me. There was nothing to worry about. It had all been a dream and now I could write it down. As I entered the bathroom and closed the door, my arm began to hurt. I looked down and found a piece of tape stuck right where an IV would have been placed. The movement of my head caused my neck to hurt and I brought my hand up to cover the spot. My mind began to reel as I began to realize the truth. I stood at the mirror and slowly lowered my hand, fearing and knowing what I would find there.... two large puncture wounds. I was returned to the hospital until I had fully recovered. What fun that was rolling my eyes. I kept smelling blood and hearing other hearts, but it gradually lessened. Whatever the case, it wasn't plaguing me any longer. I can't begin to describe how wonderful it is to be awakened in the middle of the night to take a sleeping pill. But, I knew they were only following doctor's orders and he never was around. And, hey, I got to sleep in. Pretty dreamless sleep too. I didn't know I'd ever come to long for another hospital stay. That lasted a week. Then, it was back to my mom and dad's. No way was I going to go to my apartment alone, by myself, without anyone there, alone (are you catching the theme?). I mean, I wasn't buying into this vampire stuff I'd heard whispered outside my hospital room when they thought I was asleep. But, that whole experience had me enough on edge I just couldn't face not having someone nearby to help keep my sanity. Even as it was, every little noise I heard that seemed out of place caused me to almost jump right out of my skin. When my nerves had finally settled enough, I returned home. Everything went along peacefully for a few days, but then the dreams started. The dreams... they were ok at first. Started out with a week if George Hamilton. You know "with you, never a quickie. Always a looooongie"... cute stuff, nothing scary. Then Bella Lugosi followed... who can be scared of Him... creepy? Sure But scary? Nah! Then Frank Langella... oh my... all the women in my family had a crush on him when I was young. He played Zorro early in his career. They'd show it on Saturday mornings when we were supposed to be cleaning house. We'd all stop to watch, drool running down our chins. But in his role as Bram Stoker's Dracula he was superb. I had memorized every movement, every line, every look. Those dreams were amazing. Some mornings I'd wake up with my hand between my legs. But, about half-way through the week though, they began to change. Frank's hair went from jet black to silver (which helped me understand my confusion). His eyes changed, His whole appearance changed into that man in the coffin. I began to relive that night in the haunted house. Going over every detail and enjoying it more and more. Gradually, I wasn't dreaming dreams of remembrance, but new and exciting situations where I'd once again give myself totally to Him. He never again latched onto my neck, but making love with Him still felt so much like the sweet surrender of that night. Afterwards, I'd lay beside Him and He'd send me into the most delicious trances. Through those trances I learned about Him. His name was Aluka... He teased me about being so naive as to think that He was The Dracula. Yet, He was a creature of standing in His world. Through trance I became one with Him as He went out to feed. I felt the thrill of the chase; the glorious exhilaration received from the almost palpable fear of the victim; the savored moment pausing, inhaling the odor, just before sinking the fangs deep into it's throat; the sweet-salty flavor of the blood as it coursed from the vein into His/our mouth and the velvety texture as it slid down our throats. It was powerful, potent, heady stuff. He even had me select a potential victim from time to time and explained in detail why that one would or would not be suitable. Fairly soon, I was selecting just the right one for just the right reason. I was even able to dissuade Him from one I found too young. "There is no thrill to hunt with one so young, no sport," I convinced Him. He simply smiled at me as He relented and said "You'll learn soon enough, young one." Those dreams felt so wonderful. I'd wake sated, sexually, mentally and emotionally. It was amazing to watch how my subconscious had taken such a small thing and created an entire new world for me. I looked forward to those dreams. I even went to bed early just to spend more time in this imaginary place. One night I even skipped dinner just to have that extra time. When I was awake, I'd think about Him. My work suffered... I stopped seeing my friends and family...I became a recluse of sorts. But these dreams were everything for me. Pretty pathetic, I know. But then (you knew there had to be a but there someplace) it changed. I was so tired that one night, I could hardly keep moving to finish getting ready for bed. All I wanted to do was lay down, not even looking forward to dreaming. Just wanting desperately to sleep. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. Deep, sweet rest. And when I dreamed, they returned to my average, dull yet pleasant places. Spending time with my family and friends. Spending time doing some of my favorite things... sitting with a tree (most people just say sitting under a tree), walking through a meadow listening to the brook. Peaceful, sweet dreams. The Bite Then it changed and I found myself outside that building, the one that had held the haunted house. I figured I'd go look around inside, see what I had missed my previous evening there. Everything looked in shambles. Parts and pieces strewn all around, nothing particularly dismantled but worse, I began to have a sense of foreboding. I carefully picked my way around the debris and soon found myself outside of that room. I felt a presence beyond the door but denied it could be Him. Yet I was compelled to look, I had to see the place where it had all began. I carefully turned the knob finding it unlocked, and walked inside. Nothing had changed. The rail was still there, the props, the lighting still on, the music softly playing, and there, near the opposite side, stood that coffin. I did nothing, I simply stared transfixed hearing my heart pounding in my ears and finding it hard to breath. I had just decided to quickly leave when the lid began to open just as it had that night. Aluka appeared, in much the same way as He had before, left His coffin and made His way to the center of the room. His eyes still looked as I remembered, but they didn't captivate me. I found it easy to look away, eyeing both doors trying to decide which would be my best exit for escape. Just as I started to turn, He called, "Wait, my dear. Let us speak first." Every fiber of my being was telling me to flee, not just run, out of that room. But there was that little imp inside, wanting desperately to find out just what it was He wanted to say. After all, I was safe since this was only a dream. So, I stopped right there. "Alright, let's talk." I said. "Then come closer, for what I have to say is for you only." came His reply. I firmly shook my head, "No, there's no one else here, and I can hear you fine from where you are. What did you want to say?" He started, "It's time for you to make your decision. You've learned of me, of my life. You've enjoyed my pleasures. Now, choose." The enormity of what He said hit me. I finally and completely understood. All that time dreaming hadn't been simply dreams. I had been with Him, talked with Him, learned about Him. I was with Him when He feasted. I knew what He wanted. He wanted me to come to Him, to be His, of my own volition. Not seduced or tricked, but with eyes wide open knowingly and without reserve. I simply panicked and ran from Him and that room as fast as I could. As I headed through the halls I realized I had no idea where I was going. Each turn looked the same as the last and I found myself getting more and more lost. I finally found an alcove and hid myself within it drawing trash and debris in front of the opening and pulling as far back into the shadows as far as I could. But, in the ensuing silence I heard it... my heart... thumping wildly... and my breathing... heavy but quick. They were acting just like homing beacons leading Him directly to where I hid. I frantically looked for a way of escape. Then it hit me like a thunderbolt. This was a dream, it was only a dream and if I couldn't find my way out of it, I could take control of it. I'd been practicing it for years. When a dream turns bad, just look at your hands--and just the sight of them will give you automatic control back to a more pleasant experience Alright, something that would work at least. I leaned back against the wall and caught my breath calming myself, then started raising my arms. I thought I'd get a faster look by lowering my eyes, but found suddenly that my head felt strapped to the wall behind me. I couldn't tilt my head even a bit. Ok, that's clever, I had to hand it to my subconscious. But I could still raise my arms far enough to bring my hands into view So, I continued lifting them higher and higher. It only dawned on me when I could see my forearms, that my hands were gone. Not removed, gone. My arms stopped at my wrists. I screamed as panic hit me again and I was off running, determined to find my way out of this place. I kept finding what I thought were new corridors, but they all began to look the same. And down each hallway I chose, Aluka was standing there, waiting for me. I couldn't shake Him. He didn't give chase, but just stood there patiently as if He were still waiting for my answer. And each time I fled from Him. Faster, farther, trying to escape when I finally realized there was none. I was running from what I truly desired no matter how frightened I may have been of it. I stopped where I was... stood there with my hand on my knees, gasping for breath. I wanted this. This futile exercise was only to assuage the guilt... so I could say I tried to get away, tried my best, but He "caught" me in the end. But, I had to face the truth. I wanted this more than anything I'd ever wanted before. That's when I sensed Him. I spun around to find Him standing only a few steps behind me. "Are you ready to choose, little girl?" Again, this was audible... He wasn't in my head... I'd have no excuse, I was clearly making my own choice. I swallowed hard and took a step, this time towards Him. "Yes, I am," I replied, "I want You." One eyebrow raised, "I can end this here. The door you seek is to your left. All you need do is turn the knob and you're free." Then, just like that, I could see the doorway out. Plain as day waiting for me now too. "No, that's not what I want... I want You." "Good girl, now come to me, my pet." and I simply moved into His arms. He held me by the shoulder with one and swept His cape about us with the other and my world spun wildly out of control then black. When He removed the cape, we were back in my bedroom and I stood before Him naked. Not only in body, but in heart, mind, and soul. He simply pointed towards the floor and I knew what He wanted. I sank quickly to my knees as He freed His cock, holding the it before my face. I greedily engulfed it with my mouth taking it in in its entirety. I relished the sensation of His growing arousal as my tongue stroked it erect and soon found my hunger growing with His and as I began feasting on Him... taking Him deeply down and pulling back again leaving only the head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around, tasting the precum from the tip, then plunging back down once again. Shortly, He took my head in His hands and began thrusting himself deep into my throat, and I matched His rhythm moaning with the lust and pleasure of it. It wasn't long though before He stopped me and ordered me onto the bed as He removed the rest of His clothes. I lay there, knowing and desiring what came next but still afraid. His eyes captured mine and He once again entered my thoughts, "Your heart may desire what is next, but it is only natural to struggle. In fact, I encourage it, it makes the taking that much sweeter. Show me your decision, your desire now." I opened myself to Him, to His view, spreading my legs lewdly for His pleasure. Even the chill of the room couldn't quench the fire He had started. I was wet with my need for Him and the smell of my sex filled the room. I watched Him breathe deeply of the fragrance as He moved over me. He stroked the desire in my mind as His hand found my slit, dragging His fingers across my sex and stroking my clit. He began to lick at my breasts circling the nipples slowly bringing them so erect they hurt. Then, He took shallow bites from each, just breaking the skin and licked the blood that trickled out, clearly savoring the taste. Through His mind, I could taste my own blood and feel His need growing. I needed Him to take me but fear was beginning to creep into my mind and I began to try to pull away from Him. "Good, fight me, it will heighten both our experience." He cooed. And with a single stroke in my mind, I found arms stretched far above my head and my hands invisibly tied to the bedposts above and my ankles below, spreading me entirely open to Him. "There, my girl, struggle as you wish.", and I vainly tried to break free. All the while, He continued to play with my pussy, flicking at my clit and pressing His fingers inside stroking me to even new heights of desire. I soon found myself not struggling away, but striving to bring Him deeper inside. Finally I could stand no more and simply begged, "Please." "You realize, there's no turning back now. You will be mine." He stated. "Yes, please, it's what I wish." And with that He raised himself between my legs lifting my hips to Him. He simultaneously thrust His cock deep into me as He bared His teeth and plunged them into my throat. I began cumming as He drank deeply from my neck and drove mercilessly deep between my legs. My orgasm never stopped, never waned as He pulled my life from my body. Everything began to leave as He became the core of my existence. Every thought, every desire, every need became His and His alone until finally I heard Him growl into my throat and felt Him empty His seed deep into my womb. He pulled from me and everything began to dim. He took my face into His hand and demanded, "Not quite yet, my sweet. There's more to be done before you're mine." He once again drew His nail over His breast and I saw what would complete me oozing from the wound. He took my head from behind and lifted it to His chest. My mouth simply found the nectar and I drank, deeply, slowly, His death into my body. I felt the cold begin to encompass me and welcomed it as I continued to drink. "Yes, yes, that's it. Take from me your new life. We will always be together, we will be one. But now it's time for you to sleep. Sleep the sleep of the dead and awaken to your new life with me." And with that, my world turned black. The Bite of the Katamonga Femagus Barging into my teenage son's room at eight in the morning and opening the curtains only to look in disgust at the pigsty that he lived in I thought to myself, why do I deserve this. I'm a 45 year old single mother to an 18-year-old boy whose father had left me for a younger model when our child was only small. I got the house and a reasonable settlement, but I also got the lazy slob of a child that his son turned out to be. "David" I shouted at the inanimate object under the duvet. Waiting for a response I knew wouldn't come I shouted louder, "David wake up, its time for college" and then I whipped off the duvet to reveal my son curled up in the foetal position in only a pair of shorts, he groggily turned to look at me muttering something inaudible before groaning and pulling the duvet back over himself. Exasperated I shouted at him, "I won't tell you again, now get up" before leaving his room as I still had to get ready myself. After showering and getting dressed I entered the lounge to find David in his bathrobe sat with his feet up eating a large bowl of cereal watching morning cartoons. Shaking my head at the sight, "Are you not going to college today" I asked him crossly. Without turning from the TV he grunted, "Study break" through mouthfuls of cereal. "You've been on study break for over a week, get upstairs and get ready for college." I yelled, realising at the same time that I was going to be late for work. "I'm eating my breakfast ok, then I'll go, god, give me a break" he shouted back at me, I turned and grabbed my case and bag before heading out slamming the door as I left. As I pulled away from the house I thought to myself through the rage that had built this morning, he used to be a good kid, but when he hit 15 he turned into a lazy, rude slob who generally did as he pleased regardless of my authority. I thought that maybe it was the lack of a male role model that made him turn the way he did, but the way his father left me I was in no hurry to get involved with anyone again, then after a while I concentrated on my career instead. I found it ironic though that a head of a department cannot even control her own son, then again I take out my anger on my staff and know that they all think I'm a bitch, even more reason to carry on taking it out on them. I had been heading the Biology department at the local university for several years now as it lead research into a number of promising projects. Personally I was on the brink of finishing a paper on certain rare insects being the answer to mankind's cure for a number of debilitating diseases. The research facility held all kinds of rare species found in the remotest corners of the world, many of which were dangerous in one way or another, I was not one for working the field and stuck to the scientific side studying them after they were caught not going out to the far reaches of the globe to grab them. I arrived a little late, cursing my son in my head as I noticed the time but dismissed these thoughts as I entered the lab smack in the middle of confusion, the area was messed up and two of the undergraduates were a little dishevelled, the girl looked particularly flustered and the boy was being reprimanded to one side by a colleague as everyone else gathered around looking on. As I entered the lab one of my technicians, a reputable gossip Joan hurried over to me, her excitement hardly contained. "Kathy, you will not believe what happened." I did not have a chance to even say hello let lone ask her what had happened before she continued relishing telling the tale hurrying to catch up with my pace as I strode with purpose towards the scene. "Matt and Helen were caught going at it in lab three, right there on the table, they just started going at it, he had his, erm, thing out and she had her panties off before anyone noticed and someone could stop them." I stopped in my tracks turning to look at her in disbelief, "What" was all I could manage to blurt out as I tried to comprehend what I had been told? Everyone turned to me, the two undergrads petrified at my presence. My knowledge of the two, despite her status as top gossip was a lot more than Joan's, I knew that the girl Helen was engaged to her teen sweetheart and as far as I knew Matt, the boy was dating seriously. I always made time to know my staff and would informally chat to them on occasions, it held ulterior motives as I was always going to be the bitch; but I could catch employees out, real reasons for unexpected sick days and so on from the knowledge I gathered. Joan was about to say something else but I wanted to hear the explanation for myself, what had been going on to so thoroughly disrupt my department on the eve of a breakthrough and with a wave I brushed her off marching over to the group, techs and assistants not immediately involved dispersed at my approach. My senior researcher and colleague Ron attempted to repeat what Joan had told me but I silenced him with a shake of my head, staring straight at the two, I shouted so that everyone in the lab stopped momentarily what they were pretending to be doing, "Well!" I boomed looking over the rim of my glasses at them as they held their heads in embarrassment and shame. "I, I." was all Matt could stammer. "I, What?" I shouted causing both of them to jerk, I noticed that Helen was holding her hands crossed over her chest and if I was not mistaken her breathing was heavy and she was sneakily slowly squeezing on one of her breasts. Annoyed at this I turned my attention to her, "And what about you?" I snapped and she broke out of her haze and looked up at me, I could see by her eyes and her demeanour she was not herself and in some heightened state of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupil's dilated, her breathing was erratic. "What is wrong with you girl?" I asked her in a more neutral tone but studying her for any tell-tale signs of substance abuse. "I'm not sure," she panted; her hand absently began to run up and down her sides clawing at her clothes, "I was bitten by something we were studying, Matt was helping me clean the bite, and I don't know what came over me, I just..." she trailed off gazing at Matt who was avoiding her eyes, "...had to pounced on him." She finished and was now running her hands openly over her body. I noticed everyone watching her erotic actions; I turned giving them all a stern look which made them look away and continue with their work. Perplexed by what I was hearing and realising how public this disciplinary was becoming I decided to finish it off in my office, "You two, in my office" I told the teens, Helen seemed to snap out of her actions at my command and they both headed towards my office at the front of the lab. Just before they both entered my office I remembered what Helen had said, "Helen" I shouted after her and she turned around, "What were you looking at?" I asked. "It was a new beetle from South America, Kata, Katamu something," she said before following Matt into my office and closing the door. I walked into lab three and looked closely at the table that Joan had pointed out to me earlier, most of its contents had been thrown to the floor and one of the techs had cleared it up and placed it in an untidy heap on one of the worktops for someone to see if anything could be salvaged. I spotted the broken specimen jar instantly as it was on top of the pile, the white label detailing what it contained and where it was from a little torn, in bold letters it read "Katamonga Femagus" "Ron" I shouted over at my second in command, annoyed that they had allowed such a breach of quarantine such as this to go unnoticed. He quickly came over with a clipboard in his hand, "What is it Kathy?" he asked as he got closer, I held the broken jar aloft waving it at him. "Is there something missing?" I mused, still waving it in my hand side to side. His eyes went wide, "Shit" Ron cursed and he began to look under the table and on the worktops. "I hope for your sake it is not poisonous," I said trying to sound in control when I was really hoping that he would say no and starting to feel a little creeped out by the thought of some bug being free where I was stood. "Oh, it's ok," my heart stopped racing slightly at hearing his reassurance "the guys had it brought in as a kind of joke, the natives in the area it was caught claimed that it is a powerful aphrodisiac, guess they're right." He joked quickly wiping the smile from his face, as I looked at him clearly not amused. "Well don't you think you still should find it?" I said roughly handing him the broken jar, "Now." I added in a raised tone and headed for my office thinking about what to do with the young couple for their behaviour, in light of the evidence it was going to be not much which irked me. A crash from my office forced a change in my pace and everyone in the lab turned to my door, I increased my pace further practically sprinting, all eyes in the lab were on me as I reached the door handle, I grabbed it and swung the door open and then stepped back away in shock at the sight before me. Helens lab coat and skirt was up around her waist and her tiny pink panties were around her ankles as Matt furiously fucked her doggy style from behind as she bent over my desk, she had her breasts exposed and was caressing herself, they had either ignored my loud entry into the room or simply did not care as. After a moment of being struck dumb unable to comprehend what I was seeing I regained my composure and shouted, "Stop that immediately." My order fell on deaf ears as Matt continued to pound the writhing Helen, by now Ron and two others had come to my door, they barged past me and dragged Matt away, I couldn't help but steel a glance at his youthful erect penis glistening with their combined juices. I then noticed that Helen had quickly replaced Matt's penis with her own fingers, bucking over my desk as she pleasured herself and I watched transfixed as the young girl brought herself to a screaming orgasm. Snapping out of it I surged forward and grabbed hold of her as she kept her hand in place, I pulled her up and swung her around shaking her by the shoulders, she had a look that was almost feral. She was trying to escape my grip so I slapped her across the face; she stopped struggling and appeared to be calming down, stood with her head hung low. I thought she was over whatever was effecting her and released my grip but then she made a violent lunge for Ron, diving at his crotch and managing to pull his trousers half way down before Joan and one of the other techs who had been nosing in came and subdued her, pinning her down whilst trying to cover her modesty. Matt was quickly led outside by a befuddled Ron, I asked Joan and the other techs to leave and I closed my door turning to the half-naked young girl. Her hair was all messed up, her shirt half only half covering her exposed chest and her skirt hiked high to reveal her dishevelled panties that Joan had somehow managed to pull up. I found myself recounting the events in my mind, walking in, seeing Matt fuck her and the image of his rock hard member. I then realised that I was a little turned on from the whole episode, I thought to myself it's because it's been a while since I had last had sex. And then it dawned on me as I looked at the clearly satisfied, grinning, panting just been fucked young girl before me, that it had been a long time. Four hours had gone by since I had the two sent to hospital for tests, we had them looked over by one of our doctors and they both seamed over whatever had come over them and healthy, but sending them was added vigilance. After investigation it became apparent that Helen had in fact been bitten when she took a specimen from the jar and had dropped it, Matt went to catch it and in turn received a bite. They had both been negligent and had ignored dozens of procedures but due to the nature of the event and as we were close to a breakthrough it was generally agreed that we would not make it official, and upon return that the two would be sent to different departments, no questions asked. It would cause all kinds of repercussions and queries on our standards of safety, especially since it could have been a lot worse considering some of the specimens we keep. It was coming to my lunch hour and I decided to go home since I needed a break from the chaos of the morning and to see if my lazy son had actually gone to college. I tidied my desk, still with a pang of annoyance that its contents had been flung everywhere earlier, grabbed my keys and a file that I was working on and headed for the lab exit saying goodbye once loudly to no one in particular as I walked briskly through the lab. During the drive home I began to rethink the morning's events over again and again. I felt a familiar stirring inside; and thought to myself that I could play around a little when I got home to appease the stirring, hoping in the next instant that David had gone. As I pulled up I saw straight I was deflated as I saw that his car was still in the drive and I felt myself get instantly angry. A mix of anger due to him not going to college and also from the frustration at not being able to get rid of the itch that had now appeared, knowing well I couldn't deal with it knowing he was in the house. Walking to the house I saw he had not even opened the blinds and as soon as I opened the front door I barged straight into the darkened lounge, David fumbled about a bit and the TV channel quickly changed, It took a while to register but I was sure I had caught a glimpse of flesh as he straightened his robe, the room smelt strange also. "Why aren't you at college?" I demanded, clearly very pissed off. "Mom, what are you doing here?" David managed to blurt out; he was trying not to make eye contact straightening his robe, and it sunk in, I had caught him in the middle of what I previously was hoping to do. Flustered at the situation and from my morning I stood in front of him, "Let some light in here and tidy up, I despair of you I really do, if your not going to go to college get a job" I was starting to rant and knew it, I then walked past where he was sprawled out towards the kitchen but tripped over an empty bowl and knocked over a glass. Furious, "I mean it David sort yourself out or you're out," I screamed storming into the kitchen and dumping my bag on the counter. I fixed myself a sandwich and flicked through the file I had brought home while sat at eating a sandwich, I could hear Springer loudly on the TV in the lounge; I shook my head to myself and noticed something interesting in the notes. Without looking I began to fish about in my bag for a pen so that I could circle the passage when I felt a sharp pain like a pin prick surge through my hand. Pulling it out I saw a large black and red beetle clinging to the back of my hand, I lost my breath, unable to shriek or make a sound my heart racing. I moved slowly to where I kept my crockery and took out a large glass, I then turned my hand slowly and brushed the beetle off my hand into the glass, squealing lightly to myself, it landed with a click onto its back before flipping itself over and trying to climb out. I covered the glass with a woven place mat and studied the insect closely; my mind suddenly raced and conjured a name, "Katamonga Femagus." I gasped. I looked at the back of my hand and could clearly see two red lumps like wasp stings, I went to the kitchen taps and ran cold water over them, I could still hear Springer and I had a ping of unexplained anger and frustration at the sound. As I washed the bite my thoughts went suddenly to David, I had caught him masturbating and that thought kept swimming around my head, then I began to see Matt's hard cock glistening and the sight of it slamming into Helen, I could feel myself getting wet. I dried my hands and checked on the beetle but my mind was bringing up all kinds of crazy thoughts and images, I heard Springer go loud again and felt another ping of annoyance, then I started to think about David. I thought about him this morning in only his shorts, his tan body curled up and the muscles on his back tense with his strong arms holding his legs close to his chest. I imagined his trim ass strained against the thin material of his shorts and I pictured what his chest looked like, I had seen it countless times especially in the summer as he went shirtless, then I began to think about his manhood. Was it like his fathers nice and thick or was it youthful like Matts, stood to attention when erect, what was the head like, did he have big or small balls. In the back of my mind I was screaming to myself that this was insane but I was suddenly not in control, I looked down at myself and realised that while thinking of my son I had undone my blouse and had slid a hand up my skirt to fiddle with myself, my panties were soaked and my nipples erect. I was burning with horniness and worked into a sexual frenzy, my mind incoherently raced, David was the closest male and I had to have him. I could hear the jeers of the crowd on Springer and it was a trigger, my head spun to the arch that led from the kitchen to the lounge, I heard David laugh a little, my heart raced knowing that he was definitely in proximity. I regained control a little, steadying myself on the counter as I hopped from my stool, telling myself not to do what Helen did, I was going in there to tell him off, that was all, I gasped as a shiver of anticipation ran through me, and then I walked into the lounge. He did not see me enter and I crept closely up behind him looking down at his youthful form wrapped only in a robe, "What's this crap you're watching?" I snapped startling him, I had not even looked at what was on the screen but when I did I realised I meant it, there were two rows of people on the stage mainly girls half dressed or naked above the caption, "I love to flash in public" or something similar. David sat up and looking at me his eyes went wide, I stood with my hands on my hips, I don't know what he must have thought of his mother seeing her with her blouse half unbuttoned, her hair a mess and skirt pulled half way up, tan thigh high tops on display. He looked quizzical but thought better of questioning he simply turned back to the TV. Inside I was resisting the urge to pounce on him, as he moved I could see his naked legs through the opening in his robe and wondered if he was completely naked beneath, I let out a light gasp as another surge went through me at the thought, I quickly spoke to draw attention away from the noise I had made, David, are you not going to answer me?" I demanded. "It's only Jerry mom, for fucks sake stop ranting on, don't you have to be at work or something" he said irate, turning the volume on the TV up. Despite the overwhelming horniness and sexual frenzy that I was enduring, I was not going to let him get away with talking to me like that. "Don't talk to me like that young man" I slapped his head and reached down and snatched the remote from him, as I did my flimsy bra covered breasts popped out a little from my blouse inches away from his face, he shot them a quick glance, my excitement raged further and I could feel my wetness. As I had grabbed the remote I must have hit one of the buttons as the channel turned over, David spun around to protest at my actions but he stopped short, alarmed by what was now on the TV. On the screen two beautiful women were being fucked from behind while caressing and licking each other's breasts beside a pool. My heart raced at the images and a hand shot up to my breast; it sent a rush through my body, quickly removing it as I realised my son was right next to me. "This is what you were watching when I came in," I managed in a low voice moving round to sit on the arm at the opposite end of the couch to my now mortified son. The Bite of the Katamonga Femagus "What?" David stammered not knowing whether to look at the screen or his mother in her state of semi undress, breasts almost spilling from her shirt and thigh high stockings clearly on show. "David" I tried to sound shocked transfixed at the images that were fuelling my out of control urges, "What is this filth you were watching." I knew I was not sounding convincing. "Nothing, I, I..." he stammered pulling his robe tighter around himself, which gave me my cue. "So what were you doing when I came in?" I asked looking right at him, well, more at his crotch area and he noticed, an uncertain look on his face as he shifted uncomfortably trying to cover himself as best he could. "David have you been masturbating in my lounge" I was trying to sound serious but I was sure that the play-acting was coming through. The noise of the porn in the background, the memories from the morning flooded back and the sight of my son in his bed, the sight of him now, the smell in the room, I now knew the smell, the musky smell of a man. It all boiled inside and I was suddenly sent into a sexually charged frenzy. I sprang from my seated position and made a grab for his robe, I caught him off guard and as one hand shot under it finding him naked the other whipped it open exposing his youthful member in all its glory, and to my content it was almost hard, either the porn or from looking at me he was excited. From the mere sight of his prick I now had to hold it, taste it and get it inside me before I burst, years of sexual tension added with the bite of the Katamonga Femagus had made me into a sex starved monster. I pulled David's protesting hands that were making attempts to cover himself away with what appeared to be very little resistance. "Let me" I huskily said dropping from the couch to my knees in front of him and grabbing the base of his cock pointing it upwards so I could study it in its entirety, it was nice and thick and I could feel it pulsing in my hand. "Mom, What..." David stammered but I cut him short as I began to wank him, although I had not had sex for years I had not forgot the skills I had picked up in my youth. David gasped as I picked up the pace and then I slowly began to point it towards my face, he looked down at me and I smiled up at him before opening my mouth and sucking his cock almost all the way into my mouth. I savoured his prick being there for a moment before drawing it all the way out and started to lick his engorged head before giving him a delicious cock hungry blowjob. "Oh fuck, Mom, oh fuck" David gasped and his hips began to lift slightly, I knew he was going to shoot his youthful seed into my mouth so I began to suck more vigorously and he bucked away as he shot a huge wad of cum deep into the back of my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed it all wantonly and sucked his prick making sure it was completely dry. Now my burning desire to be fucked and to be touched all over, to be kissed, licked and fucked any way possible took over. I stood up and I ripped off my blouse in one movement and unhooked my bra to expose my large breasts to my gob smacked son. He stared at my naked chest and I moved on top of him and feed him one to suckle on as I pawed his body occasionally grabbing his spent member willing life into it, I then grabbed the back of his head and held him in position as he sucked and licked on one of my erect nipples. David caressed my other breast as he ravaged the one in his mouth, his other free hand then reached around my body, stroking down my spine before unzipping my skirt, I lifted up a little and let y skirt drop down my legs stepping out of I was now knelt over my son in just a pair of white lace panties and tan hold up stockings. As I pawed and fondled him I realised his cock was beginning to stir again and I stood up pulling him up from the sofa, he shrugged off his robe and I hugged him close embracing him in a deep and passionate kiss whilst hooking one nylon clad leg around him grinding my crotch against his reanimating member. We slipped down to the thick rug that was in front of the fire and I straddled his face as he pulled my panties down in order to finger and probe my sopping pussy, he licked and sucked on my clit as I slowly pumped his now renewed erection. I bent down and took his cock into my mouth again, but only to use it to lick and suck on as he paid attention to me, although only a young man he had skill and made me climax several times before I had a shuddering orgasm. This sent the fire inside me into overdrive and now I had given new fuel to the tool I was going to extinguish it, I held in my hand pointing upwards and then moved myself over it. I was trembling, David held my hips looking at my hand holding his dick pointing up between my legs, I closed my eyes and plunged downward impaling myself on its entire length, grinding my crotch a couple of times to get used to the new presence inside of me. David looked uneasy for a brief moment, the vision of his cock burying inside his mother must have brought him to his senses, my mind itself raced and I realised that he might try to get me off him. The sexual frenzy was not going to let this happen and I pinned his arms behind his head, my breasts swayed in front of his face as I began to hump and grind up and down on his length. I built up a steady pace and my breasts began to pummel David's face every down stroke as I rode him frantically, a second orgasm was building and I panted and groaned as the waves of pleasure washed through my body. His face became flushed and he looked at me in deep concentration, I realised he was trying not to come inside his mother; my wicked horny mind had decided that I needed his young cum to gush inside me so that I could have my orgasm and extinguish my fire. I bucked faster and harder and after a resigned gasp from David I felt his cock growing and throbbing, then I screamed as his cum spurted and flooded into me sending me over the edge. The strength of the orgasm had me lost in total euphoria, my head spun with images from the day, Helen and Matt, the beetle, my son, me fucking my son, oh shit what had I done I thought, then I blacked out. When I came around David had already gone, I was lying on the floor naked with cum seeping from my cunt, down my inside leg, my mind was racing and I began slowly to pick up my clothes my mind reeling when the phone rang, I answered and it was Ron. "Hey Kathy, its Ron" "Hello" was all I could manage, sounding hoarse and exhausted. "Are you OK Kathy, its just we expected you back twenty minutes ago" he sounded a little concerned. I picked up my panties sitting on the sofa, "Yes, yes I'm fine I just had some things to sort out with..." I paused, more images coming into my head that made me both cringe and feel ashamed "...David" I finished. "Oh well you take your time and I'll see you when you get back" Ron sounded sincere. "Ok, see you in a bit, bye" I said about to hang up when Ron blurted, "Oh, yes one more thing, Kathy we found that beetle, the Kata-whatever, he wasn't hard to miss, bright green guy scurrying around my office, we also found we lost a couple of local species bugs but they're not harmless but well keep looking, just thought you'd want to know. Bye" and he hung up.