Bred By The Vampire (2 page)

She stayed with him, sucking him clean, her mouth worshipping his gorgeous penis even as he slipped to his knees and then down onto his back. The thick rod did not diminish in size or in hardness as she sucked gently at him. Finally, she took it from her wet, hungry mouth and licked excitedly at the white flesh of his belly, lingering momentarily at his flat navel.  She nipped at his hard little nipples and kept on, kissing her way to his throat.  Chloe didn’t understand the significance of Victor’s motion, throwing his head back and exposing his jugular to her bare teeth, but she would come to.

He offered, but the woman didn’t bite into the thick pulsing vein in his neck.  Instead, her hot lips nibbled and traced the vein, teasing him, exciting him…and driving him wild.  She rose up on her knees, her slim white thighs parting erotically and straddling him, the wet pink petals of her labia parting over the thick helmet shaped glans.  She put the hard nubbin of her clit against the bottom of his glans and began to rub herself on him, her own eyes glittering with excitement.

In the end, their union was accomplished seamlessly, effortlessly, as if it had been destined many years before.  Chloe took him deep inside her pussy, every vein and swelling on the thick shaft felt by the sensitive tissues of her womb.  It was as if he belonged inside her, the fit was perfect.  When he was hilted in her, the tip of his glans brushed the dome of her cervix maddeningly.  She began to cum the first time he bumped her cervix, and each time he did it afterwards made her feel as if lightning had struck. When he came with her, the scalding fluid drenching her insides sent her reeling out of reality.

He was staring at the old barn as if he was in mortal pain, and she could see through the façade of physical beauty and see the agony inside him.  Whatever was causing it, he was made more beautiful because of it.  Chloe was unable to explain her passion and attraction for him.  She shivered front the cold, and instantly he was on her, kissing her, rubbing his pale skin against hers, and reigniting her lust.

For whatever reason, whenever he grazed his teeth across her neck, Chloe would spread her legs wide in invitation.  Her hips would undulate and the tendons would tighten as her invitation was proffered.  She had sensed his pleasure when she had swallowed his cum, and she used it to egg him on, to get him to fuck her more.  She grabbed his ears and began to whisper in his ear hoarsely.

Chloe ground her slick pussy against his hard organ wantonly.  “Stick it inside me baby, I need to feel you inside me!” she whispered. “You can fuck me any way you want to lover, just fuck me.” She pressed harder. “You want to fuck my mouth again baby?  Do you want me to suck your cum out again and swallow it?  I will baby, I’ll do anything you want, anything at all.”  Her arms wrapped around him and her movements became slower, more erotic.  “You can even fuck my ass baby, I’ve never done that, but it’s yours if you want it.  Just make me cum!”

No woman had ever spoken to him this way.  It is in the innate power of any vampire to fascinate humans, to mesmerize them and make them do his bidding. This slithering serpent of a woman was something different entirely, her desire somehow multiplied by some means he was unaware of…and she was more seductive than anyone he had ever known.

In the nearly four hundred years he had been been a vampire, Victor had needed sex just about as often as he had needed to feed.  He had spent his lust on every kind of woman, from prim housewives, to streetwalkers, from Diplomats to waitresses.  He had fucked Russian women from the famed Sparrow School the Soviets had conducted in Moscow, women trained in every sexual practice known to man in order to seduce governmental officials.  He had fucked professional courtesans who had devoted their lives to learning and practicing every deviant act known to man with joyful abandon.  None of them had compared to the slight woman before him…he couldn’t get enough of her.

Unable to read the vampire’s blank face, Chloe trapped him with her gaping pussy and thrust herself awkwardly upwards, impaling herself on his thick shaft.

The wet heat flowed over Victor’s cock and he groaned in stunned pleasure.  Unable to hold back, he plunged his full length into her, savoring her wanting, thrilling at her lewd words, and her offers to do things no woman had ever done for him. He pressed himself close to her so that he could feel her slick skin against his…even as she twined her legs and feet around his own, he lusted for contact with her body. The contact at the bottom of each thrust with her coated cervix was maddeningly exciting.

Each deep thrust was more exciting than the last.  Some odd physical coincidence placed her throbbing clit directly in contact with the hard vein on the top of his penis, and maintaining that contact constantly.  She clawed at him, digging her nails into his back as her toes curled in ecstasy.   Chloe reached down and held his balls in one hand, waiting for the contraction that would signal his impending eruption.  When she felt them jump in her hands, she scrambled out from under him and took his erupting cock inside her mouth, letting him spurt against the roof of her mouth so that she could taste the thick viscous cum.  Chloe could tell from the spastic movements of his lower body and the way he cried out that he loved what she was doing.

He held her head in his hands, staring intently into her dark eyes. How could she know what he desired so secretly?  How was it possible for a mortal to know the unbearably deep desire of a vampire to be so totally accepted?  More importantly, how could he deal with a mortal as a soul mate when he himself was immortal?

Victor was an anomaly.  Unlike most vampires, he was grateful for being turned.  His maker had taken pity on him and admired him for his actions at the barn…Victor had been made when he was only twenty one years old.  If he hadn’t been turned, he would have died of his wounds.  His regret was that he had not been able to save those innocent children, and their faces haunted his every waking moment.  It was not a story he wanted to relate to this woman.

“My name is Victor,” he whispered to her, “Victor Slate.”

“I’m Chloe,” she whispered back.  His cum was still clinging to her chin, and her delicate pink tongue flicked out to lick it up as he gazed at her.  Victor found it endearing and unendurably erotic.   “I love the taste of your cum.” She blushed as she said it, glancing downwards.

She had hundreds of questions to ask him and had no idea where to start. Still averting her eyes, she asked if it was going to be difficult for her to see him again. “I know nothing about vampires except what I have seen in the movies and read in books, and I’m sure that none of it is exactly right,” she said.  Chloe grasped his penis in one hand and waited for him to respond.  It was exactly what she needed to do, loosening Victor up.  He began to talk.

He told her everything except how and why his maker had turned him.  He spoke of things no mortal had ever heard, and he knew that if it was discovered that he had revealed the closely guarded secrets of his kind, he was doomed.  When he was finished, he was wrung out.  He had to feed, and soon.  The Hunger was on him and it would soon overpower any feelings he had for this mortal, his soul mate.  As much as he wanted to keep her by him forever, he needed her to make the decision to turn of her own volition.

Chloe watched him carefully, there was no doubt that he was seriously troubled. There was also no doubt in her mind that Victor was hiding something from her, something important. She saw the signs he had told her of, signs of the Hunger, and she knew he had to feed soon. Probably before the daylight that she could feel approaching within an hour or so.  There was no question that she could never return to life as she had known it before this night of nights.

“Tell me Victor,” she said quietly, “can Vampires feed off each other?”  She lay back and spread her legs invitingly.  Unable to help himself, Victor knelt between her open thighs, his cock hard and erect.

“For a short time,” he said, lowering his body so that his glans was poised at the entrance to her dripping wet slit, “but then it has to be reinforced with mortal blood within a few days.”

Her hips slid upward and forward, taking him fully into her welcoming depths.  Chloe sighed.  “When you feed, does the mortal have to die, do they have to be turned?” Her hips undulated gently.

“No, the mortal does not have to die, and they are turned only when our saliva is blown back into the open wound,” Victor said.

Chloe turned her head to the side and cocked it back.  “Then turn me Victor, I want to be immortal
with
you.”

Victor had never been more aroused.  Hilted in her hot pussy, he bent to her neck and his fangs extruded with a click.  When they sank into the soft flesh of her neck, Chloe shuddered as the most incredible orgasm of her life overtook her.  Her screams of passion were louder than the wolves’ howls earlier, and every creature within earshot froze, suffused with a sudden intense desire to mate.

Chloe lay back on the silk lined cape, the new pallor of her skin enhancing the dark beauty of her hair and eyes.  “We’re going to have to leave soon,” she said quietly.  “Should we go inside?” She nodded her head in the direction of the ancient barn, which suddenly seemed sinister to her.  It was surprising to her that she should feel that way about it, because it was in the barn that she had first met her soul mate just a few hours before.

Victor shook his head no.  He wrapped her in his cloak, and with no effort they rose into the air, moving silently through the night.  “I will explain some other time,” he said, “perhaps tonight when we return for your car, it will be safe to tell that tale, but not tonight.”

Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her head into it.”

“Victor my darling, she whispered to him teasingly, “If I need to feed from you, does it have to be from here?”  Her hand wandered down between his legs, squeezing his cock.  “What would happen if I fed from here?”  Their smooth level glide faltered for a moment as he came in his pants.

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