Cassie is bitten

I take Cassie to the table.

“Are you sure you want to be bitten?” I ask.

“At this moment, yes I do. Is it a dream? Short term, yes. Do I want to be turned? It’s up to you. Give me your hunger. Drain me, feast on me. Desire me.” Cassie requests, lying herself down on the table, brushing her pink nails from my cheek to my chest. She licks her lips in desire.

I unbutton her top and her breasts rise like bread. I lick her warm belly, tickling her with my tongue. I put my finger in her mouth for her to suck on and she is loving it. Her tongue swirls around my index finger, like a pole dancer.

I lick her belly, then starting moving towards her breast, her nipple and her lower neck. The long line of saliva shines in the warm lights. My fangs extend. I must drink her neck.

I show her my fangs. She touches one and retracts her hand, feeling the sharp tooth. Her finger bleeds so she touches her neck with the bloody finger. I take her hand and suck gently on the wounded finger. Cassie groans in pleasure as my vampire power vacuums her finger. Her blood is satisfying from the finger alone, but I must have more.

I tilt her head away from me and ready my fangs. I chomp down on her plump neck. The fangs slip into her skin like a knife through butter. Cassie’s eyes grow and groans in pain. I cover her mouth and continue feeding on her nectar.

Her blood feels so great! The taste is stronger, and answered too! With my unoccupied hand I place it on her breast and squeeze tightly on her stress toy. The flesh is soft and spongey, my nails dig deep into her breast. Cassie whimpers.

A minute has passed and she is getting dizzy. I can sense her exhaustion from her blood. If I finish now she would survive. If I continue she would be dead. If I turn her she would be a vampire. If I thrall her she would survive but always be my personal blood bag.