Blood and Sex

Your lover grabs you. He is naked, pale, hairless, and muscular. He kisses your neck and you feel his fangs enter you. You moan in delight and your pussy begins to drip.

He picks you up like a doll and impales you on his cock. Your eyes go wide at his size and strength. He arches his back and lifts you. The he allows you to drop, the full length of his penis deep inside you.

The motion seems effortless for him. You grin at him between thrusts. He smiles back, displaying his long sexy fangs.

“Fuck!”

You cum. You try to breathe and you can’t. You open you mouth and no air comes in. Your head spins.

You wake up. It is dark outside. You sit up. You realize you aren’t breathing. You feel your chest for a heartbeat and find none.

You rush to the bathroom and gaze into an empty mirror.

You laugh, an evil, maniacal chuckle that verges on madness. You take a moment to relax. Just when you feel you have control, the thirst hits you. You know what you need. You need blood.

You slip outside. The night breeze no longer chills you. You sniff the air. You smell what you crave.

You close your eyes and run toward the smell. When you open them you are in the city at least fifteen miles from your house. A dark alley is in front of you and what you seek is there.

You glide down the alley. You pass a green dumpster. To your right is a vagrant. He has white hair and crazy eyes, but he is full of life. You smell his blood and hear his heart beat.

You hiss and bare your fangs. His eyes go wide with terror. You hear his heartbeat race. He begins to run from you.

The smell of his sweat is deliciously acrid. You realize you are smelling fear and you love it.

Your thirst gets the better of you. You catch him and pin him to the buildings red brick wall. You lick his neck tasting his fear. Your fangs grow. You realize he has peed himself. You drive your fangs into his throat.

His heart slows both from blood loss and the pleasure of you bite. Soon he goes limp. You continue draining him, leaving behind a desiccated husk.

With a giggle you drop his body. You feel exhilarated.

As you lick your lips seeking any of the ambrosia you missed, you hear it.

Come my bride. Come to the house.