0 comments/ 24278 views/ 5 favorites Vampire Story By: hotclady She sat in here cramped little office getting her students profiles together for the fill-in trainer that would be there next week. She hated leaving a training class in the middle, but she understood the necessity of the trip. Truth was known the trip would do her spirit some good. The recent changes in her life had made her tired, and ready for a vacation, even if it was a working one. Where best to have that but in her favorite city. Seattle this time of year was beautiful, hell it was beautiful all year round she thought. Pulling herself out of the daydream she is having, she realized it was a quarter to twelve, and knew her 8:30 A.M. flight will be waiting on her. She had put off packing till today. Now she had to wrap things up so she could get home and get it done. Finishing up the remainder of her paper work she grabbed her bag and coat and headed for the front doors. As she walked out the door she told Joe the security guard bye and she would see him in two weeks. Walking to her car she felt this overwhelming sensation of someone watching her, so she stopped and turned to look around, but no one was in the parking lot, just her and the black BMW that she drove. As she started to put the key in the door to unlock it, is when she heard an amazingly silky voice behind her say "good evening Miss." She nearly jumped out of her skin, she let out a little scream, and dropped the keys as she turned around, but what she saw, made the scream die, almost as fast as it had came. She was met with the most beautiful set of eyes she had ever seen the color couldn't be categorized, they seemed to switch almost instantly. There was a hint of a sparkle behind them, and a hit of something she didn't quite recognize, but it made her shiver just for a second. The dark character that stood before her was just shy of 6 foot dark black hair, clean-shaven and had an amazing smile and a rugged "I've been around" look to him. The whole assessment of this man took about 60 seconds or less, when finally she regained her use of speech she asked him, "is something wrong?" She stooped to pick up her fallen keys from the pavement and in that same deep voice he said, "I hope I didn't frighten you." And he reached to help her back upright. When he touched her arm she felt a shiver go through her, she didn't know if it was from fear, or excitement. As she stood back up right, she happen to gaze into his eyes once more, this time they seemed to be pools of pure knight, dark wondering, and mysterious. Her mind seemed to stop; the only thing she could seem to focus on was his eyes. She seemed to be drawn into the depths of them. It was a drowning sensation, one that she didn't really care to be saved from. Shaking her head just a little to clear her mind of the visions that seem to popping up seemingly from out of no where. Visions of this dark stranger covering her, kissing her, caressing her. Again she shook her head as if to clear it. She couldn't imagine where those visions were coming from. That voice seemed to break through the dream she was in, as she heard him say, "are you all right" he seemed to be saying it as if he was repeating himself. She blushed a little realizing that she had just been staring at him, not saying a word. Again he asked her, are you okay? This time she seemed to find her tongue and managed to get out "yes, I am fine thank you." When she realized what was going on around her, and how her reaction had been she was embarrassed and blushed crimson. Now that she had managed to regain her composure and her voice, she asked him if there was a problem, or if something was wrong. His voice came deep and soft, to her ears. "I seem to have locked my keys in my truck in the parking lot next door" he said. "Oh I am sorry" she heard herself say, how lame she thought to herself. You would think she was never taught manners. Geeze!!! Again his voice seemed to break through her thoughts, and she heard him say, "do you happen to know where I could find a lock smith this time of night?" She didn't have any clue as to a locksmith, and she told him as much, and apologized. She offered him the use of her cell phone, to call information for a number. He declined however, but asked if he could use it to contact a cab, and said he would just go to his apartment and retrieve the extra set of keys he had there. Handing him the phone, something seemed to come over her, and she asked if he would like for her to take him by to pick up his keys and then bring him back by his truck. She had no idea why she offered; she didn't take chances like that. She knew it was way too dangerous to offer something like that. Yes, she always wanted to help people, and be the good Samaritan but this was a perfect stranger and it was late, and a full moon to boot. Things always seemed to get crazy for her about the full moons, she never understood why, but they did. He seemed to hesitate for a moment before excepting her offer. He asked "are you sure" and she said yes, "besides" she heard herself say, "it would take forever to get a cab out here this time of night." As she turned once more to place the key into the lock to open the door, she said, "by the way, my name is Dawn, what's yours?" When she looked around to get his answer, he had gone, something inside her seemed to plummet till she glanced across the top of the car, to see him standing smiling at her. She finally managed to open the car door and unlock the passenger side to allow him entrance. Once they were both inside and situated, she asked again what his name was, but before he could answer, she turned the engine over and when the car started her radio began blaring. As she reached to turn down the volume on the stereo she apologized. He just looked at her with a small smile on his face, and said, "it's okay." She put the car into reverse and began to back out of the parking space. Once they had gotten onto the road, she asked him, once again, "now what did you say your name was." He replied, "I never did." She glanced over at him, with a look of confusion on her face, and then she spotted the grin that he wore. The tension in her, which had suddenly started building, seemed to instantly fade away. He said, "my name is "Vic", nice to meet you Dawn" as he took her hand that was resting on her shifter, lifted to his lips and kissed it lightly on the palm. When his lips touched her hand, that same feeling from earlier seemed to surface once again. Her breath seemed to come at a more rapid pace. As they drove down to get on the express way, she asked him, "where is it that you live." As he gave her the address, she was thinking, how wonderful his voice seemed to carry in her ears. There was something in his voice, something that made him mysterious, but very sexy. It was something she just couldn't put her finger on. It didn't take long for her to get them to the destination; it was only a few miles up the expressway. As she turned into the gated drive for his apartment, he spoke, and said, "you can only enter by accessing my code." Stopping at the security gate, she entered the pass code as he gave it to her. The gates opened and she pulled into the parking lot. He pointed to the far corner of this very exclusive complex, and said in a deep almost passionate voice, "that would be me." She pulled into the parking space in front of the beautiful stone, almost gothic looking, building, and placed the car in neutral then turned the engine off. As he reached for the door handle, he said, "would you care to come in?" She wasn't sure what made her say yes, her mind was screaming no, all the while. But she didn't seem to heed its warning. As she reached for her bag, and started to turn to open the car door, he was there in an instant opening the door for her. She was a little shocked on how the hell he had gotten out of the car and around to her side so damn quick. But instead of saying that, she just smiled up at him as he offered her his hand to help her out of the car. When his hand touched hers, the feeling she had felt before seem to come back ten fold this time; it was almost a shock to her body. As if sensing it, he released her hand as soon as she was clear of the car. As they began walking up the sidewalk towards the entrance, she noticed the beautiful stone gargoyles that lined the walk to the front doors. They seemed to watch her as she went by them. They seemed to be hiding a secret, something dark, and maybe a little dangerous. It was frightening and she shivered just a little. She was glad when they reached the front door. The front doors seemed to open, almost as if on there own, as he walked through, the lights in the entry way came on, and she heard soft music begin to play, it wasn't something that she was familiar with, but the tune was soothing and seemed to calm any fears she had began to develop almost instantly. As they walked down the entryway, he asked, "would you care to have a look at my home. She nodded her acceptance; there was no way she could resist that smooth as silk voice. He walked towards the East Side of the home, she followed him, and somewhat mesmerized by the wonderful artwork that lined the hall and the entryway. They walked into the most beautiful living room she had ever laid her eyes on. The room was furnished in what looked to be Victorian Old World style. It was furnished in rich hunter greens, dark burgundy reds, and deep blues. There was a hint of the smell of old cigars in the air. The next room that they migrated to the Library, here her breath caught and her eyes seemed to glaze over at the wonderful sight she beheld. Before her was the most amazing collection of novels she had ever seen in one room. She walked forward; there was no way she could have stopped herself even if he had objected. Her body seemed to have its own mind. As she reached the wall of books, her hand reached up to gently caress the leather bound tombs and read the titles that were before her. As she walked she read, "The Count of Monte' Cristo, The Scarlet Letter, and her favorite book, "Dracula." All of which must have been the very first editions. There were several books that were written in French, and Russian, as well as some in Turkish and Hungarian, that she didn't recognize the titles of. The room seemed to feel almost alive, with the volumes of books and the dark heavy woods that surrounded her. The room almost seemed to whisper to her. She turned to tell him how utterly amazed she was to see so many wonderful novels in one place together. When she turned, he was looking at her, and it wasn't a look of just passive awareness, it was a look of almost animalistic desire, almost a hunger, that shown there in his eyes. Her body wouldn't let her move her eyes were once again locked to his. Her mind seemed to wonder to visions of them together, his body penetrating hers his lips devouring her as his tongue explored her inviting mouth. She could see visions of his hands caressing her back as his tongue tracing its way gently to her neck, and the tops of her breasts. Then just a suddenly as the visions seem to pop into her mind, it was gone in a flash, as he turned and broke the intense gaze that was drawing them together. Her whole body seemed to go weak, as she started to take a step forward, she felt her body shake just a little, her legs seemed to be made more of rubber now than of the strong bones she knew was there. She gripped the large mahogany desk that lay before her, till she was once again steady on her feet. She was astounded to realize that both her nipples were erect and she could begin to feel the dampness between her legs. Once she had regained her composure, and felt confident that she could walk, she followed him into another room. As they moved into the kitchen, she was very impressed with what was seen. By the looks of the kitchen, he must have a chef that came in to prepare his meals. Above the island that sat in the center of the room was a rack that held numerous copper pots and pans. His range was of stainless steal as well as the fridge and dishwasher. In the corner was a mid-size wine rack with several bottles missing from its contents. She turned and asked him who his chef was, and in that deep wonderful mesmerizing voice, he said, "the chef? My dear, I prepare all my meals." He turned and asked if she would care for a glass of wine before they toured the remainder of the house. Again she wasn't sure what made her say yes, but she happily excepted the offer. He walked across the room, and with out thought pulled a bottle from its resting-place and walked to the counter, and slid a drawer open and removed the corkscrew, and just above the counter he selected two wineglasses. Once he had the bottle open he slowly pored them both a glass and walked towards her and handed her the glass. As she reached to take the wine, her fingers lightly touched his and instantly their eyes met. This time however she was thankful, he smiled then asked " are you ready for the remainder of the tour?" He began to walk slowly down the marbled hall once more toward the West Side of his home as they walked she began to slowly sip the wine he had given her. As they walked along the lights behind them began to go out one by one, and the ones in front of them seemed to mystically come alive. The instant they walked into the master suite, a shiver went through her, and the visions she had previously seen seemed to come back to her with full force. Before her was a king size dark mahogany canopy bed, draped in deep red and black sheer. The spread that was upon the bed was black as the night and made of pure silk. Hanging above the head of the bed, was something she had never imagined she would ever get a chance to see a glimpse of. Hanging proudly as if protecting the prospective occupants of the bed, was the shield which showed the coat of arms of none other than Prince Vlad Tepes', the very feared temporary resident of the beautiful castle Bran that still stands in the Carpathian Mountains today. She was astounded at the site of it. She heard her own breath intake, and then heard his smooth deep voice in her ears, say, " I assume you recognize the shield, and coat of arms of Dracula himself?" She could not speak; she could only nod her head in agreement. Even with the light on in the room, it seemed to have a darkness to it. The table that sat next to the bed held a single candle in a black candelabrum next to that lay a leather bound book with a red ribbon to mark the place. The bed was turned down on one side as if waiting for its occupant to slide in. On the far side of the room lay the fireplace, and in it burned a warm inviting fire. It was at that very instant; she felt his warm breath behind her. She closed her eyes and let the warmth of his breath caress the back of her neck. Her whole body felt the heat of it. A single low moan escaped her lips. She felt his hand slide up her arm and her body seemed to go weak, and she leaned back into him. His lips found the nape of her neck, and he began to place feather like kisses on it. His lips seemed as soft as the silk spread that lay upon the bed. His lips found that wonderful tender spot that lay just beneath her right ear. His warm wet tongue gently messaged it. The wineglass that she held in her hand tipped and poured the contents onto the beautiful carpet that lay beneath her feet. The next kiss that he placed on her neck produced a moan from deep inside her and the precious crystal wineglass was dropped to the floor next to its spilled contents. His arm then circled her waste to pull her back to him; she could feel the hard muscles in his chest and the strength in his arms. As he pulled her back on to him, his tongue began to slowly circle once again under her right ear. As she raised her arm to caress his cheek and hair, his hand slid around to cup her breast, and lift it just a little. All the while never removing his tongue from her neck. She could feel the beat of his heart against her back. She heard him whisper how beautiful she was. He whispered into her ear, "I have looked for you for many a life times." Her heart began to race, her eyes closed and another moan escaped her lips. As her hand slid back down to her side, his arm that was circling her waste spun her body to have her face him. When their eyes met, the shock of desire was almost too overwhelming for her. Her body began to tremble, and her breath became shallow it felt as if she might fait. He seemed to sense her agony and encircled her body with his arms, as he pulled her even closer to him. His eyes were like pools of desire. She felt as if she could see the whole world in them. She watched, and time seemed to all but stop as she saw his lips slightly part and his body move to hers and just as his lips touched hers, she closed her eyes just feeling the total engulfment of this wonderful moment. She let her mind and body give in to the passion that was radiating from him. His tongue gently caressed her closed lips not yet asking for entrance into her mouth. Gently he began to caress her back softly, then as his lips were taken from hers, there was an almost frantic look on her face, until his lips placed feather like kisses on her cheeks and moved to her once again closed eyed lids. Her whole body felt as if it might melt into the beautiful rug that lay beneath her feet. Again he found her sweet soft lips this time asking for permission for entrance. His tongue slide between her slightly parted lips to brush across her teeth and demanding entrance fully into her mouth. She readily obliged him. In that instant darkness began to engulf her as she felt the staggering jolt of pure raw emotions that overcame her when his tongue touched hers. She began to feel her body slip down to the floor. She could feel the darkness engulfing her. But she was drawn from the darkness by a voice that was deep and demanding, telling her "you will not faint on me ." Her mind reeled at the instant reaction that his voice caused her body. To her amazement, her body seemed to be tuned in to his voice completely. The reaction was almost immediate, her body stood strait up and she began to come back to reality. She opened her eyes and looked into his; there was something there, something about him that felt so familiar. It was as if she had known him in another lifetime. She felt as if she had been longing for him her whole life. Again he dipped his head to take her lips to his. His mouth more gentle but yet demanding. His tongue caressed her soft swollen lips, as his hands began to caress her back and hair. Her arms instinctively circled his waist to pull him closer to her. She could feel the heat begin to rise within her. Her nipples were once again hard and seemed more sensitive than she had ever known them to be. Her body felt so alive, she felt as if every nerve in her body was attached to his lips and what they were doing to her. She felt his hands begin too gently un-button her linen shirt exposing her chemise' covered breast for his view. Her cheeks turned just a hit of red when he leaned down to take one of her hard erect nipples into his mouth and gently begin to suckle it through her chemise' that she wore. Her hands somehow found his hair and began to caress him and pull him down to her. Her breath came now in short rapid intervals her body felt as if it was against the flame that burned in the fireplace. Once he had given what he felt was ample attention to the one nipple he gently moved to the other one. She nearly cried out in pain when his mouth left the first one. Once he had found the other one, her head fell back and she felt that dampness once again begin between her legs. As he continued to suck on her hardened nipples, his hands slid to her back and began to unzip the skirt that she wore. As it dropped to the floor and pooled next to the crystal glass he moved his lips upward to once again find her neck and then her lips. Vampire Story This story is a total fiction. It came from the imagination of the author. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no persons in this story that are under 18 years old with the only exception of the farmers 12 year old son that was not involved in any acts of a sexual or violent nature. ----------------- The year is 1432 of the Christian calendar. I owned a small farm on the Hungarian plain. The harvest was in, and I was celebrating the event with a few of my friends in the village tavern. Not a thing I could afford very often but tonight was a special night. It had been a long, hot, dry summer and there were times it was doubtful there would be a harvest. After the King's taxes, there would be enough for my small family and I to survive another cold hard winter. This was all a poor peasant could ask for. Unless you were of noble birth, you could ask for little more. The night grew dark and since I had no horse I would have to walk the one and a half leagues to my farm. ---------------------------- I finished my last pint of ale and bid goodnight to my friends and the tavern keeps. As I left the warmly lit tavern, I pulled my coat around me against the cold north wind that seemed to chill me to my bones. I walked at a brisk step. This helped to keep me warm as well as shorten the journey. The road was dark. It twisted and turned through the woods. All the leaves had fallen from the trees and what I could see held the cold look of death. There, twisted branches seemed to reach out and drag me down. There was no moon to light my path and even the stars failed me in the night mist. I had walked to about the half way point when I felt someone was following. I couldn't see or hear anyone but it was just a ghostly feeling that made me shiver. Not from the cold but from the strange feeling that tugged at my coat tail. I stopped in my tracks and listened but I could hear nothing. Feeling just a little silly, if not at ease, I walked on. I guess it is just the darkness of the night that made me imagine this ghostly tracker. I came to a path that led into the woods I knew would take some time off my journey. I knew this path well but I had only used it in the day time. Never on a dark night like this. There would be no light at all in the deep woods that the path passed through and I knew that if I lost the path it would extend my journey, not shorten it. Then still, there was that haunting feeling that I was not alone in these woods but that someone was following me. Once again I looked back the way I had come but still I could hear or see no one. I smiled to myself, telling myself, "Are you such a cowardly fool that you see what is not there to see? Show some courage and move along." I took one last look behind me and stepped out on the path through the woods. My pace slowed since I could not even see my boots carrying my body. It wasn't long before I had lost all sense of direction and I knew taking the path had been a mistake. I was so lost that I could not even turn back to the road. I didn't know by now in what direction lay the road. Having no choice, I could only plod on; hopefully I could somehow find my way. As I walked I could hear the twigs and leaves crack and snap under my feet. The mist grew thicker as I walked and that feeling was back that someone was out there in the mist following in my foot steps. Once again I stopped and listened. This time I heard the twigs snap behind me and knew something or someone was there. "Hello," I called, "is someone there." This time I was answered with soft laughter, a woman's laughter. Not the laughter of joy but this laugh was cruel and sinister. The laughter of the hunter who has its prey at her mercy. This caused the hair to stand up on the back of my neck. There was someone there. Not an animal, or at least not the kind of animal with four legs. No wolf or bear ever made a sound like I was hearing that moment. I was overcome with panic I turned from the laughter and ran. I could not see my hand in front of my face but my fear seemed to give me wings. The tree branches whipped and cut my face but still I ran. The brambles grew up around me and tore my clothes. I ignored the cuts and scratches to my body and ran on, I stumbled and got to my feet running on ever deeper into the forest. Finally I ran head long into a rock or tree trunk, but whatever it was it knocked me out cold. ----------------------------- When I awoke, I felt a trickle of blood oozing from my fore head. I was gasping for breath. My head was still spinning when I sat up and looked around. There, about ten feet from my prostrate body was a patch of mist that seemed to glow with a light of its own. That same woman's laughter seemed to come from it. I was trembling with fear but I was too dazed and exhausted to run again. Slowly the woman's face appeared in the mist. It to seemed to glow. The skin was fair, almost chalk-white. Her hair was long and black, hanging straight down with no curls at all that I could see. Her lips were full and bright red. They were turned in a slight smile that projected no humor but a sinister smile of satisfaction all the same. The feature that held my soul, though, were her eyes. They seemed to burn with a fire that held me almost hypnotized by her gaze. I just could not look away. The mist seemed to disappear around her but the soft glow remained so that I could plainly see her every feature and curve of her body. She was dressed in a black evening dress that shimmered with a light of its own. The dress was off the shoulders with a neckline that plunged to reveal the tops of her large breasts. The bodice narrowed down to reveal a very slim waist, then billowed out again in the style preferred by noble women for ball room dances. She looked at me and her smile broadened. When she moved toward me it seemed to my dazed brain that she floated rather then walked. Before I knew what was happening she was standing beside me looking down with a hunger in her eyes that terrified me even more than I was before, but at the same time, excited and aroused me. While she gazed down at me her fingers started to work on the front laces to her dress. She worked very slowly as if to tease me with her charms. At last, she loosened them all, and then she pushed the dress down to her hips, exposing her big luscious breasts. In spite of their large size, they didn't appear to have any sag at all, but stood proudly and erect, with her nipples coming to a sharp point. I tried but I just couldn't look away. My mouth was watering and my lust partly overcame my fear. Like a moth to the flame, I seemed to be drawn to my own doom. She seemed to sway back and forth like a serpent about to strike. She pushed her dress down over her slender hips and it fell around her feet. She wore nothing under her dress. She was totally naked standing over me. Licking her lips like a cat ready to enjoy her game before devouring her prey. To her I was nothing but sustenance......food. Before she put an end to me, though, she was going to enjoy her depraved sexual games. Only after she tired of her games would she sink her fangs into my throat and take my life force, leaving me an empty shell. She was the most beautiful woman my eyes had ever beheld. I was both terrified and at the same time longed to touch her soft smooth skin. Caress those firm breasts and suckle her nipples that stood out half an inch. She dropped to her knees beside me and looked over my male body as if to evaluate my potential to satisfy her twisted lusts. When she saw the bleeding gash on my forehead she showed her fangs and hissed. Reaching out her hand she dripped her finger in my flowing blood. Then drew the finger back to her mouth. Licking all the blood off her finger, she tilted her back and made a sound of pleasure, like she had just partaken of the nectar of the gods. Then she turned her attention to her more carnal desires. She ran her fingers down my torn coat that covered my chest. Suddenly she grabbed the coat and tore it open. She must have had the strength of a hundred men because the coat and shirt ripped apart like wet tissue paper and my upper body was completely exposed. Now she ran her hands over my broad chest. She played with my pectoral muscles, smiling when I twitched to her icy touch she was as cold as the dead. Then after a few minutes of playing with my chest, her attention shifter lower. She cooed when she spied the large bulge in my trousers. Her fingers stroked it through my trousers, measuring its length and girth. Again, just as she had done to my coat and shirt she ripped my trousers off my body and discarded the shredded remains. Then her icy fingers started again stroking my manhood. Cooing while she watched it grow harder and bigger. I was helpless under her expert attentions. All I could do was lay my head back and moan while she played with her new found toy. She was still stroking me when she bent over my body and I felt her breasts sliding back and forth across my face. Then they stopped moving and I felt one nipple pushing against my lips. I opened my lips and she pushed the nipple deep into my mouth. Then I started to suck on her breast; she made a contented mewing sound and continued to stroke my manhood. She seemed to be an expert on working a man this way, because she could bring me right to the peak of pleasure but never allowed me to climax. It became a sweet torture, but torture all the same. ------------------- After what seemed like hours, but I'm sure it was only a few minutes, she took the one breast away and replaced it with the other. She continued this, going back and forth on her breasts, never stopping her sweet torture of me with her expert fingers. After several repetitions she took her breast away. Then this woman straddled my face and pushed her sexual organ into my mouth. She grabbed my hair and pulled painfully pushing herself down farther into my mouth. This sort of oral depravity was forbidden by the church, and the priests warned of eternal damnation if we engaged in such fornications . I tried to turn my head away but she held me fast by the hair. She ground herself ever deeper into my mouth. She reached down and slapped me and I cried out in pain. Knowing her great strength, I knew that she could easily crush my poor battered body to a pulp if I failed to please her. I had little choice if I ever wanted to get through this night with my life. I started to lick her slit. Once more she cooed her pleasure and eased off on the force. Sliding her sex organ back and forth over my mouth She stroked my hair and showed her pleasure. A little button popped out at the top of her slit and I started to lick that as well. With this action she started to hump my mouth totally out of control. Suddenly she started to shudder and shake and with one last shriek she collapsed across my body, gasping for breath. I also was gasping for breath and lay beside her too weak to move. There was no hope of making my escape: it was like my arms and legs were nailed to the ground. -------------- After some time she began to stir. She turned toward me and reached over and stroked my manhood to life again. Her touch was almost magical, for almost as soon as she touched me, with her finger tips, I became painfully hard again. She crawled between my legs and smiled at me. She took me into her mouth. I had never experienced such intense pleasure in my life. I lay back and the tree branches above seemed to swirl around like they were caught in a giant vortex. This time also she kept me right at the peak of pleasure without allowing my release. I was totally torn by these feelings. On the one hand I wanted it to never end, but on the other my body and mind begged for the climax. I looked down into her face and her eyes told me that she was deriving her own intense pleasure from torturing me this way. Finally she let me slip from her mouth and slowly crawled up over my body. My manhood had grown to monstrous proportions. Her own sex organ was dripping when she impaled herself on me. She pressed her body against mine and started to swirl her hips on my manhood. Her large breasts were pressed into my chest and her face was only inches from my own. I looked deep into her eyes and saw nothing. Her eyes were an empty pit. Soulless and dark. I knew then that her physical body was an empty shell. All that was left was dark and evil. She was an aberration that came to me from the deepest parts of Hell. Then I saw the very flames of Hell in her eyes. She opened her mouth and I saw the long sharp fangs, with saliva dripping from their sharp points. At last we both entered a bone shattering climax. We rutted like two swine, grunting and shrieking. My seed spilled into her body like water going over a great waterfall. I was empty and collapsed beneath her. Viciously she ripped into my throat and tore it open. "God save me from this creature out of the pits of Hell!!!!!!!" EPILOG The next morning when the farmers wife awoke she looked across the bed for her husband. He was not there. She got out of bed dressed and looked into the barn to see if he was there but still no sign of him. She knew that he had gone to the tavern in the village the night before but he had never stayed the entire night there before. She awoke their 12 year old son and instructed him to walk the road to the village and find his father. The bleary eyed boy got up, dressed and grabbed a biscuit from the larder. He started down the road toward the village. About half way to the village the boy spotted a naked body on the side of the road. The body was shriveled and dried up. It looked to the boy like a very old, old man. The boy returned to his mother and told her what he had seen. The village priest was called and when he examined the body he asked for the Lord's mercy on him but refused to allow the wretched soul to be buried in the holy ground of the church. The farmer was never found. No one believed that the dried up creature that was found on the side of the road could possibly be the farmer. Even his own wife did not recognize him. -------------------- I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please be merciful in your criticisms, this is my first attempt at an erotic horror story. Love getting your letters though and I promise to answer each one personally. I do not believe in canned replies. If you take the time and trouble to write then the very least I can do is take the time to respond. Remember to vote please and for me to reply to your letters you must leave a return address. No one can see it but me. Bye and kisses to all you lovely ladies. B.B. Vampire Story After several minutes of intense love making to her mouth and lips, he pulled away and took a step backwards to look at her standing there in her white chemise' looking erotic and inviting. Her lips were swollen and moist from the kisses he had given her. Her nipples stood out proud and tall and she could feel that slight dampness that had been at her womanhood had now grown to be much more. She could feel her panties wet and the inside of her thighs starting to feel the dampness on them. Once more he pulled her to him, as he did he lifted her to fit to his body, she could feel his swollen manhood pressing against her. As he lifted her to him, his mouth found her throat and he began to gently lick and kiss it. With her head thrown back she began to moan her pleasure. The sound seemed to ignite a fire in him. He gently bit her neck leaving a slight red mark, and she heard a deep growl escape his mouth when he did so. That sound sent shock waves through her. Her body was on fire now. He lifted her just a little higher, and when he did she wrapped her legs around his flanks and buried her face into his hair. He carried her to the silken covered bed and lay her down on the end. Once her back hit the satin her eyes opened and met his. She could see the smoldering passion that lay in them. The heat that radiated from his body was so intense. As she lay looking up at him, he began to methodically remove his shirt, slowly one button at a time. When he bared his chest she wanted nothing more than to pull him to her. He took a step forward and slowly lowered his body to hers. She could feel the hair on his chest rub against her chemise' and her nipples. His mouth once again found hers this time roughly demanding total entrance to her. His hands began to roam over her body. At each touch of his palm she felt as if her body were burning. Slowly he began to work his way down her chin, to kiss it. Then he moved farther down, kissing and gently bathing her neck with his tongue. His hands were starting an exquisite journey southward to begin caressing her hipbones. His body began to slide down hers. She could feel the hardness of his manhood against the inside of her thighs. The feeling was more intense than anything she had ever experienced. When his mouth covered her breast once more this time with out the satin barrier of her chemise'. The dark rose of her nipples was exposed and he seemed intent on devouring them. The pleasure was amazing. He gently suckled on them and circled his tongue around them and with the utmost gentleness he slid his teeth across them, causing her to cry out in pure pleasure. Once more his movements began a southward journey, his lips and tongue burning a hot trail down her already scorching body. With her chemise' pushed up about her waist, her soft smooth woman's mound was waiting, and very inviting lying beneath the lace of her white already drenched panties. She felt his warm breath on her, she could feel his hands caress her hips, she could feel him kissing her lower and lower. When he reached her, his tongue came out and danced across her when she felt the warm wetness of his tongue she nearly lost it right then. Gently he kissed her mound, blowing his warm breath on her. Her arms were out, her hands clenched at the silk of the bed covering. Her head began to thrash from side to side. Her breath was short and rapid. The pleasure was more amazing than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Gently he slid her lace panties from her body he held them in his hands and gently rubbed them across is cheek. That act was so erotic to her, she wanted to scream. Then with out warning he lowered his body and his head to her. His hands gently caressed her hips and stomach as his mouth began to explore her beautiful lips with his tongue. Her body reeled from the intensity of his warm wet mouth on her. Her eyes were closed and her knees were raised, his tongue was buried deep inside of her. She felt the orgasm coming on. She begged him not to stop. Her body began to shake, when he took her hard swollen clit into his mouth and began to suck on it. Her mind reeled at the intensity of his attention on it. Her body began to shake, and her mind was going blank, all she felt was the pure raw pleasure that was being heaped onto her. When the orgasm hit her, she though she might die from it. Her whole body seemed to explode. She was engulfed into an amazing world of pure pleasure. He raised his body, and slid himself up her and kissed her deep and full on the mouth. She tasted herself when his tongue dove deep into her mouth. She cried out into his mouth with the pure raw animalistic passion of it. When finally he broke the kiss and she slowly opened her eyes, he was looking down at her. He leaned over and picked her up and carried her to the side of the bed that before had been turned down waiting and lay her upon the pillows. He stepped away from the bed and removed his pants. He slid in next to her and began to kiss her already swollen lips. His tongue parting her teeth exploring her mouth. His hands began to once again caress her soft body. He ran his fingers across her nipples and gently pinched them between his thumb and forefinger. Then he slid his hand down her stomach to again find her woman's mound as his fingers gently parted the outside lips, he heard her soft moan of pleasure as he slide his middle finger into her warm wetness. And when she felt as if the world was again spinning out of control he raised his body over her and slowly gently with intense pleasure and passion he entered her. Burring himself deep inside of her. She let out a cry of pleasure. Slowly his body began to move inside of her. Finding a torturous magical rhythm, sending her mind reeling once again, into that wonderful bliss. She wrapped her legs around his flanks to pull him deeper inside of her. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his back, her fingers caressing him. As his slow rhythm inside of her began a more rapid pace and he was driving deep and pulling almost all the way out of her warm wetness. She began to beg for him not to stop. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were open and she could feel him as he was throbbing deep inside of her. He looked down into her eyes and at the second of his climax she felt her body give way to the intense pleasure and matched his climax with one of her own. When he felt her body give way to his, he looked deep into her eye and she into his, he leaned down and she watched his eyes turn to this amazing silvery gray. The change was mystical; it was something she had never seen. As he lay there still buried deep inside her he leaned down as if to kiss her, that's when she it happened. The deep passion that had been in his eyes before changed, changed into something dark, when he opened his mouth to kiss her. She had only an instant of terror, before it happened. And then he began to slowly drink from her life giving blood.