4 comments/ 13611 views/ 8 favorites The Vampire Rubbed My Cock By: AntoinetteM The vampire rubbed my cock. It pushed painfully against the zipper of my jeans as she cupped my erection. My tongue was in her mouth, and when I nicked it on her fang, she moaned, sucking on my blood. "Can I bite you?" she asked. "Maybe," I said, grinding my dick into her hand. "I suppose you want a favor?" Her hand was at my button. "I might." She pulled away from me scowling. "If you're going to be cute, the deal's off." "What is the deal? I know I'm going to need to take it easy tomorrow, eat some steak, but what do I get for it?" While she stood there thinking I took her free hand, the one that wasn't halfway stuffed into my jeans, and put it in my mouth. I pretended it was her pussy, tonguing her fingertip like a clit, licking her fingers like labia. "I like eating pussy," I helpfully told her. "That's it, you eat my pussy, then I get a snack." "No, that's just something I'm offering. Either a blowjob or some sex would repay me amply." "How about I just overpower you and take your blood?" I laughed. "Because it tastes better if I'm horny. I've played this game before, you take me home, we fuck, you drink, I fall asleep, I wake up sometime next afternoon and leave. Sometimes you make me a big juicy steak if you're up." "Vampires sleep during the day," she said. "Not all of you. Most of you do." "How often do you do this?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "Enough to take a few years off my life." "And no one wanted to keep you?" My dick had been steadily going limp during our conversation, and at this point it had completely flatlined in her hand. "I've had a few girlfriends, but nothing long term. C'mon, let's go, it'll be fun. I like eating pussy, I'm good at it." She shook her head. I just grinned at her, waiting for her to give into her growling stomach. "Okay, we'll take my car." It was black (of course). She lived in a little Victorian house with deep shutters (of course) with an oddly artful lawn of weeds. "Your garden is lovely," I said. "Thank you. I've got a little swamp in the back full of sundews and pitcher plants." She opened the door and held it for me. "You know a lot about vampires." "Yes, well...I have my tastes," I said by way of defense. Taking my hand, she ran up the stairs with me in tow. She threw open her door and pushed me onto her bed. Her panties were off in a flash and my dick was cheering. She leapt upon the bed. Stretching out my arms, I greeted her crouching thighs. "Beautiful," I whispered before burying my mouth in her cunt. I knew it was the flattery that got vampires off. She had a sweetish coppery taste behind the salt that I lapped from her lips. I ran my tongue over her folds until she squirmed. I pressed my mouth over her clit letting it slip past my teeth. Her legs twitched. I rocked her hips back and forth over my mouth. Thrusting my tongue inside her, she hissed. She moved faster, rubbing her clit on my front teeth. With the pad of my finger I rubbed her wrinkled asshole. A long quaver escaped her throat before her pussy clenched and she came in my mouth. I moaned into her quivering cunt. I moved my lips like I was saying, "Your cum tastes so good," and she was at it again, fucking my face, wanting to feel that again. With my fingertip pulsing on her ass and my teeth working her clit I made her orgasm twice more, until she fell over panting. I sat up and smiled at her. "You can just lay there. I'll give you my neck after I come." "Okay." We wiggled out of our clothes. I bent my lips to her pale heavy breasts and bit her nipples. I loved the feel of her cool flesh hardening in my mouth. I shed my pants and she gawked at my hairy leg. "You are the furriest man I've ever seen," she said. I kissed her, rubbing my hard dick on her wet slit. She canted her hips so instead of teasing her, I slipped into her entrance. Her pussy was tight. Sometimes vampires forgot they liked fucking, and they were practically virgins by the time I wheedled my way into their beds. The look on her face, delight and surprise, it had to be a century or longer since she'd been touched like this. I kissed her, easing my tongue into her mouth at the same pace as I slid into her tight hole. When her lips opened, when she sucked my tongue and moaned into my mouth, I slammed my length home. "Oh god, I don't even know you name," she murmured, gripping me close as I settled into my rhythm. "Giles," I whispered into her hair. I held myself over her, my head pulsing at her entrance. "Say, 'Fuck me Giles.'" She wrapped her legs around my waist, hooking her feet around my back. Her eyes were dark as she stared straight into me. "Fuck me Giles." Bracing myself on my knees and elbows, I drove into her. Her hands twisted in my hair as she panted on my throat. I snaked a hand between us to caress her mound and tease her clit. Her muscles tensed as another orgasm built in her body. She came, and her pussy milked my cock. Her legs flailed, and I pushed them up over her head, curling her body up to penetrate her deeply. My balls slapped against her cunt. Guttural moans came from her throat. I found with a light touch, I could make her come and come again, until my dick hurt and her pussy twitched. "Giles," she said, stopping my hips. "I'm hungry." I rolled her to her side, pushing one leg up high, pressing her belly to the bed. As I pounded into her, I let myself feel her hot pulsing cunt. I saw her face wrinkled with passion, her tits bouncing as I slammed into her. I grunted, dumping a gallon of seed inside her. She sighed, stretching out beneath me. "Well Giles, I must say I'm happy to have taken you home." I leaned against the headboard, pulling my long hair out her way. "I wouldn't be sad if you were here tomorrow," she said, touching my cheek. "Leave me your keys so I can get some food." "Okay," she said. She took me in her arms and kissed my throat, sucking and licking at the vien. I caressed her back and played with her hair. When she bit my throat, the sharp pain was soon dulled with a slow surging pleasure. I told her how beautiful she was, how strong her grip and how sharp her teeth as she drank. When I passed out, she was purring against my throat. The next morning I woke with a headache. I ran the tap and drank. It must have just before dawn because my lover stirred. "There are glasses in the kitchen, you don't have to drink like an animal," she said. "But I am an animal." With a growl, I pounced on the bed and she let out a stage shriek. I chewed on her neck. Her legs opened beneath me and in a moment I was sheathed inside her. "Maybe you are," she murmured, her arms snaking around my neck. It never took long to rid myself of my morning wood, and my vampire despaired. "Don't pout, I won't leave you wanting." I wiggled down her body, biting her milk white flesh, licking her pink bud nipples, trailing my tongue up and down her ribs. "I did well to choose you," she said. "Mm hm..." I said, my thumb on her pubic mound, my lips on her belly. "What do you mean 'mm hm'?" She pulled my head away to gaze at me. Her icy eyes widened. "You knew I was hungry, so you acted like easy prey to tempt me." I smiled. "I had the best intentions." "How do you know so much about vampires?" "I'm busy now, I'll tell you later." She frowned, but flopped back on the bed. I licked my seed from her lips, flushed pink with my blood. I dipped my tongue inside her and she arched into my mouth. She grabbed my hair, to pull me up to her clit, and I pushed back against her. "I know how to eat pussy, don't be so impatient." With my own cum as lube, I rubbed her asshole, working just the tip of my finger into her. Her hand fell limp, her fingers tangled in my hair. Her body rocked beneath me. When she writhed, I took her clit in my mouth. I held her as she bucked beneath me, flicking her bud with my tongue. "I'm going to have good dreams tonight," she said. I fell back asleep with my sticky face against her belly, her hands stroking my hair. About this story: Some of the built in statistics for my blog tell me what keywords I've been found with. Among them is the phrase "the vampire rubbed my cock". So here's a story, about a lady vampire rubbing a dude's cock. The next story will be about a dude vampire rubbing another dude's cock. My inspiration may have been batting for the other team, so I want to cover my bases. The Vampire Rubbed My Cock Ch. 02 So, this is being written as smut-on-demand, in little 1,500 word snippets. Feel free to leave suggestions/feedback (positive and negative) below. * * * * * * * * I awoke to the most delicious scent in the world, my cum and cunny. I lifted myself off my beauty, stretched, and decided I needed a bath. The lovely vampire distracted me. She was out, anatomically dead. Was it rape if I knew she wanted to dream of me, and by touching her, I would fulfill her desires? I put my hand on her thigh. "Oh Giles." "My sweet thing. Can I play with your pussy while you sleep?" "Yes..." she hissed. I wet two fingers in my mouth and stuffed them in her pussy. "Say, 'Fuck me with your hand Giles.'" "Giles..." Close enough. Turning my hand, I curled my fingers against her g-spot. Her muscles spasmed. Adding my mouth to her clit, my finger to her anus, and she came on my hand. "What's your name, pretty one?" "Camille." This is too easy. Showers were something I hadn't gotten used to, and for that matter, I needed all my strength to go shopping. Camille had one of those gorgeous claw tubs vampires always had and I sank my weary body into it. First I enjoyed the cool porcelain, then the hot water. You wouldn't know I bathed regularly by the greasy ring I left. I took Camille's car to the store and bought myself a lot of steak, a case of beer, and some other food. Next was a stop to my favorite store for some of my favorite things. On the way back I picked up a large bouquet of camellias. By the time I had a steak frying, I was a little light headed. Once I'd washed the meat down with a cold beer I felt better. Rummaging through the cupboards I found a dusty vase, probably worth a small fortune, and wiped it gently with a damp paper towel, because heaven forbid you break one of their little treasures. Hopefully it wasn't something she kept out of spite, the last gewgaw from a lover before she ate his unfaithful heart. I set it where she's see it, and tidied up the room. Vampires were selective cleaners, sweeping the floors, folding clothes and putting them away, but generally refusing to dust or shoo the spiders back into the wall. I swept the bedroom, scoured the bathtub, washed my new toys, then curled up by Camille's side to wait for her to rise. "Giles?" "Beside you. Are you stiff? Shall I chafe your hands?" She laughed. "Yes. They're stiff. How do you know so much about vampires?" "Well, Camille, I'm a bit older than I look." I took her hand and gently rubbed her knuckles before manipulating them. "How did you know my name? And where did those flowers come from?" "You told me in your sleep, and I bought them for you. Do you like them?" "They're lovely. You didn't really answer my question." "But I did." I stuck her two fingers in my mouth until she wiggled them out. "I told you, I'm very very old." "But not a vampire?" Her body quickened with the darkness, and once again life flowed in her marble veins. I settled myself between her legs, stroking her thighs. "No, a creature known for its lust rather than blood lust." "A satyr?" she asked, sitting up to look at me with surprise. "Mm...hm..." I told her pussy. "I do feel different, like I could run through the forest and rut in the dirt." "The gift of my blood." I tongued her clit and brought her off quickly. "The gift of my mouth, my body." I thrust my fingers into her body and licked her asshole. "What are you doing Giles?" "I'm letting you please me, in exchange for your meal tonight." She moaned as I worked the tip of my tongue into her ass. "I've never—" "Hush, please me and I will teach you many things," I said. Camille relaxed and let me work my tongue into her asshole. I loved the feel of that thin membrane of flesh moving between my hand and tongue. I stroked her to another juddering climax. Before she could squirm away my tongue was in her mouth. "That's disgusting." "How many centuries since you shat? There's only a toilet in your bathroom because you're too lazy to strip this house of it's mortal amenities. With a name like Camille, I would say you're a hundred and fifty years old." "How did you guess?" I laughed. "Because everyone named their daughters Camille after they read La Dame aux Camélias." "I'm not hungry yet," she said, batting her eyes at me. "And I'm not finished." Last night I had shown restraint with the girl. Tonight, I set her upon my cock and told her to ride me like a billy goat. She giggled. Nothing brought out the young girl in a vampire like meeting someone older. She rode me, her glorious tits bouncing, and I came. "I'm getting peckish," she said. "And I'm nowhere near through with you." I put her on her hands and knees. When I opened her drawer, she was surprised to see something new, something long and black with a red round head. I plugged it into the wall, dribbled some lube on it, and scooted underneath her. Even on low, the vibrator gave out a powerful thrum. Camille's head hung from her shoulders as she watched me. First I teased her labia and her legs twitched. I worked the throbbing head into the folds beside her clit, above and below her clit, over her wet entrance, until she writhed on the dancing head. I ground the vibrator into her bud, and sweet ambrosia poured from her honeyed lips into my mouth. Again and again she came, and I drank from her until her cold skin was covered with sweat. She fell forward onto the bed, her limbs shaking. "You feed from sex." "Yes," I said, kissing her damp brow. Fetching a warm wash cloth from the bathroom, I rubbed her and snuggled her body until her stiffness eased. "Is that why you leave, because two people can't live off one another?" "Yes, for a month or two we can live off one another, but after that, we would grow weak." "I'm very hungry." "Then drink, my love." She wiped her cum from my chest before she drank from me. Again I was woken by a predawn thirst that I slaked in the sink. "Watching you drink like that, I don't know how I missed what you were." I wiped my mouth on my wrist and put no effort into passing off as human. I sank into my haunches, my legs shifting, and two tightly curled horns sprouted from my brow. Camille laughed as I jumped on the bed. "Today, I want you to take me as I sleep, like this, half goat, half man." I bleated and chewed her hair. She drifted into her coma giggling. I was soon behind her, skipping off to the land of Hypnos. My growling stomach roused me. I ate, I bathed, and I was horny again. I played with Camille's limbs for a minute, posing her on the bed so her pert breasts pointed to the ceiling, or her clit peeked from between her lips, a shy little pearl. I couldn't resist tasting her, getting her off with my tongue. My immortal flower flushed pink at the attention. She twitched a little as she came. The right herbs, and she could be a day walker as well. I rubbed my legs against hers. "Feel that Camille? That is the coarse hair of you satyr, getting ready to mount you." She moaned. With a tit in one hand, I slammed into her, my dick bending when it reached her cervix. I got her knees up by her chest, and her wet channel gripped me each time I withdrew. Before I came, I pulled my dick out and painted her. I licked one ear and whispered, "Now, I'm leaving you like this, covered in my cum, while I go run some errands." She hissed in her sleep. "When I get back, I'm going to bathe you with my tongue." Camille's lips twitched upward. I threw out the wilted flowers. Bloody camellias. I'd have to get a standing order for them. The Vampire Rubbed My Cock Ch. 03 So, trying to do a smut-on-demand thing here. I got no requests last time I posted, so I amused myself. I'm going to say it gets a little non-consentish (Camille doesn't get raped or anything), and there may be a physical altercation. Apparently this is what happens when I'm left unattended. Any requests/criticisms/thoughts are appreciated. ************************* I had a decision to make—either I went hunting in the woods for herbs for my Camille, or I fetched her flowers. I sat in the car, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. "I'll deal with that tomorrow, today I'm going home for a few things." Home was a hotel room, and in this case, all I owned fit in a small suitcase. Of course, compared to what I owned back in the day, in Greece, it was a mountain of worldly goods. All my precious things were hid in the lining, and the rest were clothes, a spare set of sneakers, and a few books. Visiting a little cafe, I got on one of their computers, did a bit of research, and found a florist I liked. With a stack of cash, I set up an order for a fresh bouquet of camellias to be delivered to the vampire's house for the next two months. The sun was getting low then. I made it home about a half hour before my lover would start to stir. The thought of binding her to the bed was tempting, but she didn't need to know that I had cord that strong. She might start to wonder what other treasures I owned. It was the one thing that made me nervous about vampires, their tendency to take what they wanted. I settled between her legs and lapped at the plumes of jizz on her breasts and belly. Her hand caressing my head let me know she was awake. "I dreamed you left my lying here, covered in your seed," she said. "That wasn't a dream love. I'm cleaning it up right now." "Wicked creature," she moaned before her hand fell limp. "I will show you wicked." I knelt over her face, presenting my hard cock to her lips. Camille opened her mouth and I thrust myself deep into her throat. Her mouth was cool and wet. Shivers ran up my spine as she clenched my ass. I moved her finger to rub my asshole. She made some muffled protest that vibrated my prick in a lovely manner. Her hand gripped firmly in mine, I put our fingers in my mouth before forcing them into my ass while she tried to talk with my dick in her mouth. "Tell me it's wrong Camille, tell me how dirty it is," I growled, pumping her hand in and out of my ass. She squawked and her finger squirmed against my prostate. "Just like that, oh I'm going to come in that pretty mouth." She tried to sit up, but instead pressed her nose to my groin, my dick hitting the back of her throat. With a grunt, I exploded in her mouth. She pushed me off her and slapped me. "How dare you! I'm not your fuck toy." My cum dribbled down her chin and she spoke, and with a look of disgust she ran to the bathroom. I rubbed my jaw. Already I could feel the bruise forming. "What are you all mad about?" She moved in a flash to stand over me, her foot on my throat. "I am angry that you shoved my finger up your ass. I may not shit, but you do." She stuck her finger in my face with its dirty nail. "How do you know it's not dirt from your garden?" I asked. She pressed down, constricting my breathing. "I keep my nails immaculate. It's your shit." "Shall I nibble it clean for you mistress?" I asked, my voice rough. She glared at me while I idly caressed her calf. "I want you out," she said, jumping onto the floor. The sound of furious scrubbing came from the bathroom. My heart thudded in my chest as I waited for her to finish with her abulations. She stomped up behind me and I waited. "Leave," Camille hissed. "Don't you want my secrets?" She punched me hard enough to knock me off the bed. I hit the floor and my dick stood up. With a sharp kick, she broke a rib. "Not enough to put up with you." She was loading up another one when I grabbed her, pulling her down on top of me. Blood flowed into my mouth as she broke my nose with her elbow. I grabbed her arms, forcing them down by her side. She shivered in fear as she felt my strength. I kissed her. She pushed her tongue through my lips with a growl, lapping at the blood. I released her and her hands went to my throat, squeezing me. Her weight on top of me was heavenly and I moaned as she shifted over my hard prick. Each wet lap to my wound brought my hips up. "You get off on this don't you." "Ah­-huh," I said. I reset my nose and the bones started to knit, a tingling pain. "You could have just asked me to kick your ass," she said. I winced as she bit me. Soon, the numb pleasure of her venom blurred my mind. "It's better if you're mad." I stroked her hair as she fed and her body relaxed into me. Before I passed out, she pulled away. "Does this mean you're going to be randomly pissing me off?" "You can beat me as hard as you want." I gave her a big bloody smile. "And you'll show me what to do to stay awake during the day?" I nodded. "Fine, but we start tonight." "I was going to go to the woods tomorrow and bring back plants for your garden." Reaching down, I moved her hips back and forth. "We can go now," she said, grinding against me harder. "You would be caught in the daylight, unless we stayed in one of my little hovels, and you would not like it." I lifted her and set her down on my cock. "I've stayed in hovels," she said. Her tits bounced as she rode my dick. "It's a hole in the ground Camille. You would not want to lie in it, even for a day." By the stubborn set of her mouth, I knew she wouldn't listen. With a wicked grin, she reached behind her to fondle my balls. She kept talking, but I don't know what she said, her hot velvet pussy swallowed my brain like it swallowed my cock. Rubbing her bud, her words turned into moans and her twat danced. It spasmed and she flopped onto me, her hips still rocking, milking my prick. I burst inside her, gripping her to me. "We should go soon," she said. "Why are vampires always so mulish?" She slapped me, only this time it was playful. "Because we're old. How is it that you're not stubborn?" "Because I'm older than you. I've learned to bend. Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a hot soak? I'll draw a bath for you." She shook her head, and that was that. An hour later she was asking me how much further it was. "Camille, for fuck's sake, you begged to come here. Don't make me say, 'I told you so,' because I will, until you beat me black and blue." She punched my arm, but that was the end of her whining. I pulled off onto an abandoned side road. After that it was half hour hike to my little hide out. I pushed back a boulder to let the cave air out. "In there...we're going to stay in here?" "No, you will stay in there during the day. This is where I hide out when, well..." She nodded. She knew what I meant. Living as long as we did, there were times when you had to disappear for a few months, a year. "So, what're we looking for?" "Plants for tea," I said. "Even the vampire who showed this to me wasn't entirely sure how it worked." I knelt down on the forest floor and started nibbling at things. "So, you're not even sure what you're doing?" "It's a trial and error kind of thing." I put the possible candidates in my left pocket, and the duds in my right. After a thorough sampling of our current area, I moved under a cluster of pine trees to see what grew there. I ignored the tempting clumps of mushrooms—that was for another night. Camille padded behind me. "How did the vampire who showed you this figure it out?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. She didn't really understand how it worked herself." "Could another vampire have showed her?" She squatted beside me and crushed a little white flower, bringing it to her nose. Leaning over, I sniffed her fingers. "I guess. I don't know if I have that one, pick that plant for me," I said. "This is kind of fun, certainly different than what I normally do." We spent the next hours of darkness crawling around the forest floor. When dawn neared, she sulked about having to hide in the cave, much as I knew she would. We made her a nest of blankets, but it was still a damp cave that hadn't been used in years. While she slept, I napped in the sun then caught a squirrel for lunch. Washing the blood off in a cold creek, I felt like a proper satyr, a rare thing these days. The Vampire Rubbed My Cock Ch. 04 The sun shifted lower in the sky. I gathered the best specimens I could find to bring back to Camille's garden. Once the light had left the forest, I pushed the stone back from the hole to wait for my lover to wake. Much as I expected she was cranky. I let her feed before I brought her to the stream to wash off the dirt. We sped home with our precious cargo. "What did you do while I slept?" she asked as we worked in the garden. "Laid around in the wood. Pretty much what I did two thousand years ago. It was nice though, being an animal instead of a man." She laughed and ruffled my hair, getting dirt in it. "I'm going to have a bath. Can you finish up out here?" "Sure, no worries," I said. How strange that I liked working in the garden with her. With my other lovers, we rarely left the house, with the exception of the woman who taught me about vampires. She was the first of their kind I met. When she was slaughtered by the locals, I'd been devastated. I cursed their crops and chased their flocks into the mountains to be eaten by wild animals. After that, I never stayed anywhere very long. With the exponential growth of the human population, I spent more and more time blending in with them, and hopping from lover to lover became even easier. Shaking my head, I stood. Dwelling on the past would do me no good. "Camille, I think I'm ready for a snack!" I bellowed, stepping into the house. I found her frozen over my suitcase, the lining torn out. My heart froze—did she try on any of the jewelry? She wouldn't be the first lover I'd lost to curiosity. When she turned to me I finally breathed. "What's this?" she asked, holding up a length of tattered cord. "It's nothing," I said, quickly putting the jewelry away. "You're pale. Those things are cursed, aren't they. Where did you get them, and why is this with it?" She wagged the length of hide at me. I certainly wasn't going to tell her it was rope made of the Nemean Lion, which I'd won gambling one night. Over the years, I'd traded lengths of it for my other little treasures. A good measure of it I kept for myself to restrain unruly immortals. Despite it's filthy appearance, it was the most valuable thing I owned. "Well Giles, are you going to answer me, or are you just going to stand there thinking?" "They are cursed. That rope is just sentimental." She smirked. "I should have guessed you liked such things. I don't like to be restrained." "Nor do I have any desire to restrain you," I replied without thinking. Her grin grew wider. "So, would you like me to tie you the bed?" Looking into her eyes, they sparkled. She knew I was lying, she just didn't know if I would keep lying. If she knew what it was worth, would she take it? She'd at least wait until she had wrung all the juicy bits of information from me. While my brain was spinning, Camille prodded me to the bedroom. I sat down on the bed before I snapped out of my thoughts. Her mouth pressed to mine, the clean scent of her skin, didn't allow any cogent plan to form. When she pushed me onto my back, I fell. Prisoner to my own hunger, I allowed her to pull my hands over my head. I held my hands together, hoping she would bind me so I could easily free myself. Camille hadn't survived because she was stupid. I was bound spread eagle. There was very little slack in my bonds, keeping my nimble teeth and lips away from my wrists. If I'd been able to get a knot in my mouth, my fingers, I could get out. My vampire wasn't saying anything, just sitting at my side smiling. I realized how unguarded my face had been. She'd sat there, watching with amusement as hope dwindled to resignation. I was bound to this bed until my lover decided to untie me. I hoped the games she wanted to play would be fun. If she walked out the door I think I might cry, for the first time in a hundred years. Her lips were parted, a blush on her cheeks, and her whole body leaned toward me. No, she wasn't going to leave me here. "Aren't you going to say something?" she asked. I chuckled. "Did you not think this through dear? You haven't fantasized about tying me down and having your way with me?" "I want you to beg me." "To untie me? You've done such a lovely job, I'm quite comfortable." To demostrate this, I stretched my limbs and gave a languid yawn. Quick as a snake she punched me, again breaking my nose, only this time there was more blood. Eager to drink, she slid her body over mine and I groaned as she moved over my cock. Her tongue went up my nose and I squealed in pain, a high pitched animal noise that made her laugh. She ground her body against my cock as she licked my face, my mouth. I moved with her, bucking my hips, stretching open my mouth, twisting my head, allowing her to feed from my wound. With a satisfied sigh, she ran her fingers through my hair and caressed my face. "Fuck!" I yelled as with a crunch she set the bone of my nose back in place. Her girlish giggle made my dick throb. I wanted to seize her by her hips and impale her with my hard prick, but my hands were bound. Laying her head on my chest, she squirmed on me. "You don't seem to mind pain." I grunted. I didn't really want to get into those adventures. Perhaps if I were drunk, and high, I'd share them with her. Abruptly she sat up. "I know what will make you beg." She got the vibrator I bought out the nightstand drawer. "You're headed in the right direction." Smirking, she took a pillow and dumped it out of its case. My body shook as she put it over my head. For a moment my pulse spiked with fear, but it smelled of her, this was just a game. "Sh..." she whispered, her hand on my throat. She tore off my clothes, taking her times, running her cold hands over my skin as it was revealed. Her weight settled on my midsection, and through the thin fabric, I could see shadows. She fidgeted for a moment before the vibrator started to hum. "I'm going to sit on you and come Giles, but you can't touch me, you can't even see my face when I orgasm." I moaned, wriggling in my bonds. Camilla's laugh was cut off as she gasped. "Oh..." she said, her body shaking. Another moment and my belly was coated in hot wash of girl cum. "Please let me touch you." Camille leaned forward to nuzzle my makeshift hood. Her lips were on my throat, sending shivers down my spine. The scent of her pussy filled my nostrils, something smooth on my lips. It was the head of the vibrator. I licked it off for her. When she was satisfied, she turned it back on and made herself come. Her soft pants were in my ears, my body jittered with each orgasm. My cock hurt it was so hard. It nodded, encouraging her her to treat my body like a flood plain and gush all over it. Her skin slicked with sweat, she rested her body on mine. My limbs were cramped with a hunger her pleasure only increased. Drinking another's fluids, spending myself in them, would feed me. Camille's torture was like supping on prison diet of scraps and foul water while the smell of a feast wafted by. With my tongue, I sought out the last traces of her salt on my lips. "Let me lick the vibrator again." Camille shook her head against my shoulder. "What do you say Giles?" "Please let me lick the vibrator." It was thrust under the pillowcase and I devoured the meager sustenance. "Does that taste good?" Camille asked. "Yes." "I bet you wish you could lick my pussy." "Camille, I would devour your cunt and then I'd set you on my fat knob and bounce you until your tits fell off." She laughed. "I think I can help you with one of those things." Folding the pillowcase over my eyes, she lowered herself over my face. I growled as her wet folds sank over me. Her strong hands gripped my hair and I opened my mouth to thrust my tongue inside her. She fucked my face, pulling at my scalp until tears seeped from my eyes. I couldn't breath. I had to keep jerking my head back to gulp down a lung full of air. "Goddammit Giles, use your fingers," she hissed. My chuckle made her twat vibrate. She poked me in the nose, rubbing her clit. Her body froze, her hot channel clenched on my tongue. With a grunt she exploded into my mouth, choking me on her fluids. I gulped and sputtered. My hunger blunted, the ache in my groin became more pronounced. My cock was waiting for a wet heat that Camille had no intention of giving me. It took just a glimpse of her wicked smile from under the pillowcase to confirm that fact. A tight pain settled into my balls. Exhausted, Camille flopped onto me. "Are you going to leave me here all day?" I asked. Ice laced my tone. "When I was a little girl, I hated being sent to bed early. I didn't like that people were up having fun while I had to sleep." The pillowcase was lifted from my head. She studied me with a strange look while I tried to make my anger plain on my face. Her eyes flicked up to the Nemean rope. "I've never had anything so strong under my control," she said, her voice low and breathy. "I'll piss the bed." She laughed. "I'll buy a new mattress, and while you're laying in your hot piss, I'll be dead to the world." She leaned forward to kiss me and I grunted at her, making my mood clear. The sound startled her, just as it would an inexperienced predator in the wild. With a giggle, she kissed my throat. "I'd better make sure you don't kill me when I let you go tomorrow." Her cold fingers traveled down my body to rest on my hips. It was like the night we met all over again. I hated my body for doing it, but I thrust into her hands as they moved closer to my dick. A hiss escaped my lips when her cold hands closed over my prick. With a flick of her wrist, she massaged my precum over my cock. She did some fancy French triple twist—fucked if I knew what it was. For a minute I forgot I was bound to her bed. My body arched off the bed with the rhythm of her strokes. Her chill fingers closed over my balls and I again squealed. Her delighted laugh sent me over the edge. I yielded to the insistent hand working the head of my cock. Soft streamers of cum spurted onto my belly while I bleated. Camille threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Her tongue danced over mine, and I sucked the spit from her mouth. When she pulled away, her eyes had a devilish glint. "What are you thinking of?" She scooped up a pearly glob cum. I froze. She wouldn't. It was one thing to taste myself on a woman's lips, but to be fed my own seed as I lay bound and helpless. "Don't do it Camille." Her hand paused, her lips curved, and she touched my mouth. My tongue crept out. Camille gave a feminine sigh. She thrust her whole finger in my mouth, her legs parting to take my thigh between them. "Oh Giles, if the sun wasn't rising, I'd fuck you," she whispered, humping my leg. The death of day was stealing over her, and in her last moments, she wound herself around me. Her sweetness softened my rage, but not enough to make up for the howling of my stomach at noon. She would pay for this. ************************************ Author's Note: I'm soliciting ideas for how Giles get his revenge. For those of you new to the series, I'm writing this as smut-on-demand, where you get to suggest what happens in the next chapter. If you've been following the series, thanks, and I hope you like it!