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I haven't drunk for nearly a month and I have a raging thirst. That is dangerous because it makes me take risks. Of late the weather has been cold and wet and people have been shutting themselves indoors, but in the space of a couple of days a mini-heatwave has hit us and people are again leaving their windows open at night.
It's night and I'm in an unfamiliar area. I scouted here during the day and noticed a large house with evidence of girl children. I try not to hunt in the same area too often and I never hunt in the streets near my home. As the saying goes, I don't shit in my own patch. The moon is nearly full and I can see quite well, but it also means that I can be seen so I have to be careful.
I'm in luck, the house has a bedroom window open and it doesn't belong to the master bedroom. A drainpipe runs down from the roof, past the open window and empties into a grate at ground level. I test it and it takes my weight. I climb the drainpipe to the window, then reach across to the sill. The curtains are drawn so I will be going in blind. I climb through the open window, and carefully slip between the curtains so that anyone in the room won't be woken by an instant of moonlight.
I'm in a bedroom. A glow-light provides a little illumination, enough to see. There's a girl lying on top of the bed covers. She's wearing a cotton nightdress. I test her mind and find that she's sound asleep, and I try to reinforce that. Then I place the suggestion of an itch; her hand twitches, but doesn't move any further. The girl is at the top end of my age range. Normally I would leave her and seek younger prey, but I am desperate.
I push the girl's nightdress up to her waist. She's not wearing panties and I see a thick thatch of hair on her pussy. I part the girl's legs and climb on the bed between them. I part her pussy lips and lower my head. I lick between her lips. She tastes womanly and strong, not to my taste, but I'm desperate to drink. I start to lick and suck and the girl responds by producing her precious fluids. The taste is bitter and makes me shudder, but I tongue the girl's clit to keep the juices flowing. I check her mind and find that she's approaching wakefulness. I try to reinforce the suggestion of sleep but she's too old for me. I suck up a few more drops, causing her to moan with pleasure, then reluctantly get off the bed to make my exit.
Out of the corner of my eye I detect motion behind me. I turn in horror as I realise that in my desperation to drink, I had forgotten to check that the bedroom door was closed. I'm momentarily blinded by a flash.
"I've got your picture," comes a whisper. "Do the same to me or I'll scream and call the police."
My vision recovers and I see who my blackmailer is; a young girl, perhaps ten, standing in the doorway holding a camera phone. She is wearing black pajamas and has straight dyed jet-black hair, giving her a goth look. The girl on the bed starts to stir.
"She's waking," I urgently whisper back.
"This way. I'll take care of it. Meet me behind the summer house." The girl beckons me through the door.
I brush past the girl and find myself in a corridor, at the end of which is a staircase leading down. Quickly and quietly I make my way to the ground floor. I catch a glimpse of another flash behind me, then raised voices as the two girls get into an argument.
"What are you doing, you little shit?"
"Brian's going to see this!"
Then running feet, a chase, and a man calling out: "Pack it in, you two. Back to bed. NOW!"
"But she's taken my...!" the older girl starts to protest.
"NOW! I mean it or you're both grounded for a week."
I slip out of a downstairs window into the rear garden. There are lawns and flower beds and, right at the end, a summer house. Every instinct, every shard of common sense, screams at me to leave and not wait for the girl, but she intrigues me and I rationalise staying by reasoning that if she gave my photo to the police, they could make life impossible for me.
I wait and wait. Quarter of an hour goes past, then half an hour. I have just about decided the girl isn't coming when I spot her making her way stealthily from the house.
"I had to wait until they were asleep," she explains. "We'll be safe in here while you tell me what you were doing,"
She lifts a flowerpot to reveal a key, which she uses to unlock the summer house. She gestures me to go in, then she shuts the door behind us. She switches on a light; the summer house has electricity. It is furnished with a sofa, chairs and a table, and there is carpet on the floor.
"Sit," she points at a chair.
"Won't someone see the light?" I ask, taking the seat indicated. It's not right for this insolent child to be ordering me around when I could so easily snuff out the life from her fragile body, but I'm playing along for the moment.
"No, it's completely blacked out." The girl pauses before continuing: "I knew you'd wait. But what are you? A vampire?"
I probe the girl's mind. My initial 'goth' impression is confirmed. I too am dressed all in black and she feels a sort of affinity. She looks slightly older in the light, possibly eleven, but still preteen. I sense that she feels vampires are mysterious, romantic creatures.
"No." I open my mouth and run my tongue across my even, white teeth. "I believe vampires are fictitious."
The girl's face shows disappointment. Obviously being a vampire would have been cool.
"A rapist?"
"That depends on your point of view. Nobody's ever said 'no' to me, but they've never said 'yes' either. I make girls aroused during their sleep so I can suck their juices."
"Go ahead, suck me like you sucked my sister," the girl orders.
"No, you're too young," I resist. I try to implant a suggestion of distaste into her mind, but her resolve is too strong.
"Am not!" she insists.
The girl pulls her pajama pants up so tight I can clearly see the cleft between her labia; she isn't wearing anything underneath. She sits back on the sofa and rubs the cleft with a finger over her pajama pants while staring at me defiantly. After a few minutes, she slips her hand inside her pajama pants and dips her finger directly into the cleft. She withdraws her hand and holds her finger up towards me in a triumphant gesture. I get up from the chair and move over to her. I sniff the finger; it smells absolutely delicious. I lower my mouth over the finger and lick it clean. The taste is completely intoxicating. I am lost, and somehow the girl knows it.
"Now will you suck me?" she asks.
I kneel at the girl's feet. I gently push her body so that she is lying back on the sofa, then I grasp her hips and pull her towards me until her buttocks are on the very edge of the sofa. I grasp the waistband of her pajama pants and pull them down her slender legs, over her feet and off. The girl's intimate scent pervades the summer house.
I part the girl's legs, and for the first time I sense a little doubt in her resolve. Her pussy is completely bald, with immature puffy lips. I lower my head to her lips and kiss them gently. I sense the girl suppressing an instinct to pull away. I pierce her lips with my tongue, causing her to gasp a little. She is moist from her masturbation, and I clean thoroughly inside her labia with my tongue, enjoying her delicious nectar. I search for her clit but I can't feel it. I try to push my tongue inside her cunny, but I'm thwarted by her hymen.
I resume licking inside the girl's labia. I feel her relaxing and she emits a little sigh. Now at last her clit makes its presence known and I tease it with my tongue. The girl produces more nectar, only a tiny quantity but deliciously sweet and intoxicating. I suck voraciously, not wanting to waste a single molecule of this precious fluid. Suddenly I feel the girl go tense, then shudder, as a weak orgasm courses through her body. I have been too greedy. I test her clit with the tip of my tongue and she flinches; she will need to rest before I can drink any more.
"That was wonderful," she says in a dreamy voice, with a faraway look in her eyes.
I don't know what to say in this situation; it's never happened to me before. "You had an orgasm. Was that your first?"
"Yes, I've never felt anything like that before." The girl paused. She wanted to talk. "When I heard you in Claire's room I thought you might be Brian, her boyfriend. He's nice so just for him she acts like she doesn't put out and she's saving herself for the right person, but she's actually a slut and she's fucked at least three other boys."
"What did you do with the photograph? Is it in a safe place?"
"She might find the phone but I've hidden the memory card. I took a photo of Claire how you left her, nightie round her hips, legs wide open and everything showing. I ought to thank you because I'll be able to use it for a long time."
The girl is looking a bit perkier now, recovering from her orgasm.
"You fuck girls after you suck, don't you?" she asks perceptively.
"Usually."
"Are you going to fuck me?"
I am shocked by the directness of the question. "No, you're too young and your hymen is intact. It would be too painful for you."
I plant the suggestion of pain in her mind and this time my suggestion isn't rejected so she probably had doubts of her own to start with.
"You can stick it up my bum," the girl volunteers.
Again I am surprised. I hesitate. "How do you know of such things?"
"This is where my dad keeps his porn, under a trapdoor in the floor. That's why the windows are blacked out, so he can't be seen while he looks at it. The women seem to enjoy having it stuck up their bums."
I have lost control of the situation. The girl is taking my hesitation as encouragement and her eyes are gleaming with anticipation. My cock has already voted, a huge bulge in the front of my pants. I've never done it with a conscious subject before.
"Very well then," I accede. "Turn over, so that your hips are resting on the edge of the sofa."
The girl switches positions, leaving her puckered pink hole at just the right height. I take my pants off. My cock is leaking precum but that isn't enough lubrication. There's nothing in the summer house I can use, and I haven't brought anything with me. I'll just have to use saliva. I spit into my palms and rub the liquid onto my cock.
The girl has slender hips and protruding, boyish buttocks.
"Give me your hands," I ask.
The girl doesn't need her hands for support so she stretches her arms out behind her. I take her hands and place one palm on each buttock, with fingers pointing towards her sphincter.
"Now hold them apart."
The girl pulls her buttocks apart, making my access easier. I position the head of my cock against the girl's sphincter.
"Now push out as through having a shit."
"Won't I make a mess?"
"No, my cock will plug the hole."
I feel the girl's sphincter relax and I push hard with my cock. I plant the suggestion of fullness in the girl's mind, and it helps as she pushes out hard. The head of my cock slips into the girl's rectum, causing me to groan with pleasure at the heat and tightness. I push deeper, monitoring the girl for signs of distress. Her sphincter is stretching beyond anything she has ever experienced and she is feeling some discomfort.
"Do you want me to stop?" I ask.
The girl asked me to do this, and I can sense her determination not to back down now.
"No, carry on."
She pushes out hard and I counter with a hard thrust. My cock slides in until over half is embedded inside her. There is no longer any need for my suggestion of fullness as the girl's own rectum is transmitting that message strongly. The girl pushes out and I push in a bit further. Suddenly the girl loses control of her muscles and she starts to cramp. I stop pushing and slowly the girl regains control, but I can sense her distress.
I reach underneath the girl and feel her pussy. Despite the discomfort, she is producing more delicious nectar. I am tempted to withdraw so I can drink it immediately, but instead I use my fingers to rub her gently and tease her clit. I feel her arousal growing and I counter with jerky little thrusts of my cock. The girl squeals as her orgasm breaks, much stronger this time, and the rhythmic pulsing of her rectum round my cock precipitates my own ejaculation, sucking my sperm deep into the girl's bowels.
Bursting with impatience, I slowly withdraw my shrinking cock from the girl's rectum, giving it time to send corrected fullness messages to her brain. Even after I withdraw, I take the time to wipe myself clean with the tissues I brought with me. At last I allow myself to drink, lapping up the girl's delicious fluids with my tongue. The girl starts to revive.
"Thank you, that was awesome."
Eventually I have sucked up all I can. I consider trying to elicit more, but my tongue and jaw are tired. I pull up my pants.
"You're going to delete the picture now, aren't you."
I can't read memories, otherwise I'd be able to read where the girl has stashed the memory card and take it anyway. She gets up from the sofa.
"No way. That was so much fun I want to do it again and again."
She puts on her pajama pants. I think quickly and plant in her mind the suggestion of myself prowling when the moon is full.
"I only hunt when there's a full moon."
My suggestive powers are strong with one this young, and she buys it.
"That's a date then. Next full moon, here, one in the morning."
The girl yawns. I probe her mind and feel her tiredness. It's long past her bedtime and the sex has exhausted her. I gently reinforce the tiredness until her eyelids start to droop and she slumps into my arms, then counterbalance with a suggestion of wakefulness to keep her half awake, in a dreamlike state. I have a plan.
I pick the girl up in my arms, marveling at how little she weighs considering what we have just done together. I carry her out of the summer house, locking the door and putting the key back under the flowerpot. I carry her to the main house, through the rear entrance she left unlocked, and up the stairs to the corridor. I didn't make any noise on the way down and fortunately nothing creaks on the way up either.
Which is the girl's bedroom? I know which is her sister's and I have a good idea that her father is sleeping at the end so that leaves two candidates. I stand halfway between the two doors and implant the suggestion of bed inside the girl's mind. She waves an arm at one door as though reaching for the handle. I open the door and carry her in. Like her sister's room, it is illuminated by a glow-light. It is obviously the bedroom of a young girl with dolls and cuddly toys, but the posters on the wall contain predominantly black imagery so I am confident this is the right room.
I lay the girl on her bed, continuing to counterbalance her inclination to sleep in order to keep her half awake. I look around; there's a cellphone on a desk, almost inviting her sister to take it. I have no idea where she might have hidden the memory card. I plant the suggestion that the memory card is in danger in the girl's mind, and she lazily reaches out her arm towards a black stuffed toy dog. It must be hidden inside somewhere. Now I reinforce the suggestion of sleep, and the girl slumps into unconsciousness.
I could just take the whole toy, but I'd rather just take the memory card. I can't find any pouches or pockets, but when I feel the dog all over, I detect something hard under its belly. The stitching has come undone and when I feel inside, I find the memory card. I remove it and put it in my pocket. I take the memory card currently in the cellphone and place it inside the dog. Hopefully I've confused the situation so much that she won't know who to blame. At least I'm back in control.
I take my leave of the house. All in all the night has worked out quite well. I've had some new experiences and a couple of drinks, one particularly delicious from a willing donor. Although I now have the memory card with my photo, I think I might pass this way again next time there's a full moon.
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