And a choice...

In a matter of seconds, the experience ends.

I feel her fangs lift from the punctures in my tongue, and the curiously arousing pleasure of the kiss fades. I find myself longing for her to continue, but am only rewarded with her tongue dancing along mine, licking the holes left by her fangs. She seems to finish, and I reluctantly withdraw my tongue from her mouth.

She pulls away from the kiss, smiling. The smile is very obviously an invitation for more.

I quickly rub by tongue with my finger, but there is no blood. The wound seems to have sealed over.

I stare at her, not sure how to take what just happened. “You bit me...”

Her facial expression remained the same. A longing invitation.

My eyes drift to the sharp ‘baby fangs’ in her mouth, mostly obscured by her lips. She licks them, teasingly.

I reach my hand up to her face, carefully, and she lets me push back her upper lip. Her teeth are normal - albeit now perfect, like the rest of her - except her canines. They are extended slightly, now with sharper and more pointed tips.

I’m not sure if it's the fullfillment of my fetish, my desires, or her control over me, but I lean in, and kiss her again. As I do so, her eyes close and she accepts my kiss, almost longingly, as if she needed confirmation of my desires. My hands grasp her face as we taste each other, more slowly this time, more passionately.

I withdraw, and let my hands fall to her breasts. I open my eyes to find hers... hungry. They have a reddish tint that seems to peer into my very soul. Our minds connect, like with the vampiress the night before.

~I feel her need to feed... to drink from me... and to change me. She longs to violently claim my neck, and in doing so, transform me into a vampire. But a part of her is holding back, forcing herself to be patient, for me.

She senses my overwhelming need to make love to her. To taste her newly remade body. To join with her, in both the traditional way, and by letting her bite me.~

Understanding one another, we look down. Her hands quickly slip to my pants. As they do, sharp claws begin to slide out from her fingertips. The change in her progresses, as she undoes my belt, and opens my pants, letting them fall to the floor. I throb nervously, but excited, as her now vampiric hands pull my penis free from my underwear. Her clawed fingers wrap around my shaft, and begin stroking me firmly.

My eyes roll back, overwhelmed by the pleasure of her touch, before forcing myself to refocus. I take hold of her lithe waist as our eyes meet again.

I watch her fangs, almost hypnotically, as she speaks up.

“Shall I dominate your mind and take you, as I was taken?” Her free hand reaches up and caresses my face, comfortingly. “I can take away your fears, and make you long for my fanged kiss on your neck...”

She lowers her hand back down to my crotch, teasing my erection with her clawed fingers.

“You will love every minute of it...”

She pauses, briefly.

“Or do you want to be in control, keep doing what we are doing now, and willingly do this?”