Dessert et digestif

Vanilla is the first to pass out, soon followed by Green Apple after a particularly greedy drink from her armpit. Having no one to play with anymore, I stand feeling that time might soon be for a quick shower and a ride home. On the counter to the kitchen, I find a closed pack of smokes. I am not a regular smoker but I definitely can appreciate one after a good orgy. I look around me for a lighter and then, suddenly, remember that, it was a five course dinner not a four course one. I look around me.

The cops never came so the last one did not escape. I keep on looking around; except for the bedroom where Peachy must still be sleeping, this flat has no other rooms… except for the balcony. I look up. The bright lights inside the flat prevents me from seeing anything outside but through the reflection of the living room, with my last two bites now resting peacefully on the couch, I do spot a panicked movement.

After all this time, the poor tenant of the flat must be freezing her ass. She must also have completely cleared her mind of my influence. Taking my time, I unwrap the cigarettes, put one in my mouth and walk to the balcony. Before exiting, I give the terrified girl outside the universal sign for a lighter. The glass door slides in its track and I step out, giving her my nicest smile.

“Hey there, got a light?”

When I see her I remember why I picked this little group in particular. It was her who got my attention and despite the tears of mascara on her cheeks, she remains the cherry on top of this already gorgeous woman filled evening. Tall and slim, generously gifted by nature in the sectors of ass and tits, perfectly balanced features, deep blue eyes that marry marvelously well with her blonde high held ponytail. I smile gently.

“It wouldn’t kill you to give me a light…” I say showing her the cigarette in my hand.

I could make it all this much simpler for her. I could **** her to look me in the eyes, bend her will, get my light and have my way with her. But honestly, being generously fucked and graciously fed, what would be the fun in that? Not that I do not plan of giving her a taste of my many talents and getting my fair share of her blood in return, but I still have a bit of time before dawn and I would rather take a small break to talk to a human being rather than to a drooling, drenched, pile of horny meat.

Mechanically, driven by the terror I most certainly still inspire her, she grabs a small Bic lighter from the small glass table that occupies thirty percent of the very narrow balcony. I smile and bend over. She struggles a couple of times with the thumb wheel until she finally manages to get a decent little flame. Seeing my face under this new light, she recoils.

Understandable, the blood of three of her colleagues on my jaw and chest must be a terrifying sight. Deep down, I like this; somehow, a bit of sadism comes with my condition. It gives me an exciting thrill, the thrill of the predator if you wish. After lighting my cigarette and giving it a long drag, I smile. My fangs have reverted to their slightly inhuman length. Not long enough to facilitate a good bite but not short enough not to give any human a subtle hint as to my inhuman nature. Not that, at this point in the evening, she must have any doubts about my monstrous condition.

“Thanks,” I simply say.

She gulps.

“You… you’re welcome,” she hesitates realizing that this path of discussion might, one, delay the moment I will get my fangs into her and, two, not **** her into the dangerous dwellings of her having to question my nature.

I smile again, fangs again. Looking over her shoulder, looking at the city, at the night and the full moon, I go on smoking, silent, for a while. On my lips, the highly adulterated Virginia tobacco mixes with the remnants of the blood I tasted tonight. In the air, the city natural scent, full of acrid contamination, rotten garbage and all sorts of human odors. I remember the time when the prevalent scent was that of the trees.

“You would wonder how come I still get the hots for you guys. I mean, after four centuries, fucking my way through all five continents, several times a night, tasting the blood of hundreds of thousands of girls, how come I have not grown bored of you? I do wonder myself sometimes. I have tasted so many pussies - and a few of dicks, here and there - that you would imagine that they would become repetitive at some point. Well to be perfectly honest, they do not. Even after a delicious little party as the one your colleagues and I just had, you would think that I am satiated…”

I take the final drag and throw the butt off the edge. It falls down to the ground, thirteen floors below, leaving a fleeting trace of burning red in its wake.

“I guess, this is part of my nature, this insatiable hunger for warm flesh, warm blood, this unbearable lust that drives me every night to get out of my lair and find a group of little girls like you five and give them the night of their life.”

She looks at me. The fright in her eyes has grown even more present than before.

“There, there. Do not worry too much. You have seen it and, I assume, you know your colleagues, right? This is not normal behavior for them, is it?”

She takes some time to respond.

“No… not normal.”

“This is part of my gift, I make you free. A freedom… a freedom, I give and then I take back.”

She keeps on staring at me.

“You saw how they enjoyed themselves back there.”

I let her respond, taking in what I am telling her.

“I… did.”

“And wouldn’t you like to enjoy yourself in a similar way?”

“No, not really…”

“No?”

“No… it is… unattural.”

“Unatural? How come? I mean, this is as much in your nature as it is in mine. Haven’t you done things… shameful things in the heat of the action that, thinking back on them, make you blush when you’re not horny?”

She is about to deny, and then she realizes that maybe yes, there are things she did do, that do feel shameful afterwards. I smile before continuing.

“I give you pleasure and you give me blood, I give you freedom and you give me pleasure. It is a simple transaction, beneficial to both parties.”

She takes some time to respond. I can see, behind her beautiful blue eyes, that many wheels are in motion in her delicate head of hers. Finally, I see a slight change, a promising one.

“But… I will forget everything… right?”

“You will, much sooner than I will but you will forget, definitely.”

She bites her lip.

“But, if this is as great as you make it sound… what if I do not mind the shame and rather keep the memory…”

I stop and look at her. Surprising little one. Fear is gone from her eyes now, replaced by something else I know too well.

“You mean… you’d rather not forget?”

“That… that would be sad… to forget all this… I mean… It’s not every day that you get such an opportunity. I believe this is a memory that I could cherish.”

“Not every day indeed… there are very few of us left, so, chances are that you encounter another one of us and get picked are very slim, hell, chances are infinitesimal.” I pause before concluding, “even with a body like yours.”

For a second, the draft of a smile appears on her lips.

“So, what if I wanted to remember this… night… what is about to happen to me? Would there be a way?”

I look at her eyes. There is indeed a hunger in them, not only for me or good sex, a hunger that goes beyond that, a hunger that could…

“Well… there would be a way… but it is a costly one…”

“Tell me more.”

“I would have to bring you over to my side, drag you into the darkness… and then you would remember…”

“You mean make me a…” she hesitates for a second, “a vampire?”

“Yes, make you a vampire… Would you be willing to cross over? Willing to become a shadow dweller, a monster that preys on human blood and is cursed eternally to never see the light of day again?”

She does not even takes time to think.

“How is what you are offering anything close to a curse? Eternal life, sex every night with gorgeous people? I did not only look at them, my colleagues, I mean, I also looked at you, and you seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot…”

“I was…”

“So… what the fuck are you waiting for?”

Good question. I was just taking break but I did not expect for this conversation to go this way. I thought I would have to bend her will at some point and it turns out that she turned the tables on me. Take her as a companion? I have not had a companion in years, decades even. I like my loneliness. But on the other hand, I did pick her group after seeing sway her wonderful hips between the bar and their table. I did pick her group because of the smile she granted me when she walked pass me. I did pick her group because in the end I felt lonely and wanted, of course blood and pussies but, also, being totally honest with myself, some company.

She looks at me hesitate. She takes a step and grabs my cock.

“Yes, I would not mind being fucked by you and bitten by you and turned by you,” she says, “I would not mind going out every night, driven by lust and hunger for blood. My job is a dead end, and chances are I'll be stuck in it for a long time. This, on the other hand, promises a much more exciting life.”

I exhale. She is good with her fingers, she is damn good.

“What is your name again?” I ask smiling.

“Megan, but you can call me Meg.”

Still smiling, I wrap an arm around her waist and bring her closer to me. She smells good, quite excited already. I bend over into her neck. She tastes even better than her friends, or is it just the perspective of many fucks to come? I do not know.

In no time she is as naked as I am. The wound on her neck, I leave untouched, unlicked, bleeding down the building as I ride her with rage over the edge of the balcony.

My balls bouncing against her ass, drenched in her pouring fluids feel great. I lift her leg and let it rest on my elbow. My fangs swiftly find her calf. Her body, convulsing in pain and glory around my cock is pure ecstasy. I let her go and her blood splashes against my face. I grab one of her hands holding onto to the guardrail and pull her up from the void behind her to have her taste herself on my lips. She wraps her arms around my head and hiccups in delight as I relentlessly continue to dive into her. Her lips are on mine, her tongue is in my mouth, licking herself, drinking herself. She helps me pushing on her calves, raising her ass over the abyss, bouncing back on my cock. Her gaze in mine is intense, hungry, free of all worries and impatient for more. I smile wickedly and push us over the edge.

She screams for second feeling the void dragging us as we topple over the rail.

But the fall is short and I catch both of us holding on the lower edge of her balcony. Three fingers separates us from certain ****, three fingers grasping the concrete, three fingers stronger than a full grown man. I nuzzle into her neck as she holds on desperately to me. I let my tongue run on her skin, collecting some blood from my previous bite. Slowly, I make us swing.

“Show off…” she says through her gritted teeth.

The sight from the below flat must be surprising to say the least. My bare ass, her legs wrapped around my thighs, her arms fiercly holding onto my chest, her fluids and blood trickling from her many wounds and everything hanging from an arm, swinging slightly in the night.

But who cares.

I sink my fangs into her again. She tenses even more. Her blood is now filled with fear, adrenaline and her excitement has grown tenfold. She comes on my cock, her warmth and fluids mixing as I start to lift her ass with my free hand to resume the back and forth of my cock into her delicious little hole.

She howls into the night biting my neck, hard, drawing blood, drinking me.

I soon come.

Vous prendrez bien un petit digestif?

My new companion sinks her fangs into June’s ass. No discomfort this time, just a sleepy guttural growl of delight. We did not even bother to wake her up. Meg went directly for the bite and, instead of going for the neck as any normal newborn would do, she went for the exact same spot I targeted earlier tonight. I must confess that June’s ass does stand out as something you would love to bite. Round, perfectly shaped and sticking out of the mess the bed has become.

My protegee drinks deeply, passionately, in long drags. The rooms fills again with the perfume of peaches. Seeing Meg’s avid feeding, I realize that the poor moaning girl on the bed might not survive the night. My new companion is famished after I drained her and Peachy will have to pay the price for it. Communicating vessels, what goes out must come in. I could refrain from taking my share to give the girl an extra chance to make it through, but I suspect that, whatever happens, June will have to make the ultimate sacrifice. Three **** girls with memory loss, a corpse and a disappearance, it is going to make for a strange investigation for the local police and most certainly a mysterious cold case that no one will ever be able to solve.

And we will be long gone by then, disappeared into the night, in another city, or country even. I would not mind going back to Paris or Sydney. We will see.

I bend over, gently caressing her hair as she feeds. She grunts.

“Take it slowly… remember, blood is not all you need…”

Meg moans lifting her face to look at me. Her blood drenched fangs are magnificent. I steal a kiss, tasting peach on her delicious lips.

“You’re right,” she says straightening up.

I help her flip June on her back. The poor girl has this delicious look on her face, amazement and gratitude. She wants more and my protegee is more than willing to indulge. Three fingers slide in the exposed pussy under the rolled up red mini skirt. On the bed, Peaches starts to squirm.

I place myself behind Meg and wrap my arms around her cold carcass. It has been years since I fucked one of us. The powerfully toned muscles, the cold and vigor, the constant arousal and the hunger matching my own, all this just there, under my fingertips. I realize how much I missed it. I slide a finger over her clit, my long nail slowly brushes over the slit, she purrs in response and appreciation. My fangs slide into the flesh of her neck. She moans. I start to suck but I do not get much. There is not much to get anyhow but I do get a bit of her taste mixed to Peach’s. Communicating vessels.

My cock is hard against her back. I **** her to bend, wrapping my fist around her ponytail. With a little help of her free hand, my cock slides easily into her wet cold cavern. I go deep, she shivers around me. Quite pleasant. I start to rock my pelvis. This cold pressing around my cock, this cold that will soon be warmed by June’s heat is good. It matches my own. I accelerate. My companion’s head is resting on her first victim’s breast, looking at me with gratefulness from the corner of her eye. I give her a complicit smile.

“Feed, I will take care of you in the meantime.”

She smiles back and swiftly sinks her new fangs just above Peach’s nipple. The girl screams and then groans. I close my eyes listening to the delightful sound of my progeny’s inexperienced feeding mixing with her victim’s little cries of pleasure. It sounds good, full of promises. I will have to teach her many things but she is already quite natural at it. Meanwhile, my cock slides in and out of her tight wet hole. I could go on for ages and I might just do that. I can feel her reaching a peak. I redouble my efforts, pushing on her, disrupting her feeding. She lets go of Peach’s breast but since what I am doing is for her benefit as well, her disgruntled groan turns into deep harsh moans after a couple of blows. Finding herself closer to her victim’s face, once she settles with my rhythm, she resumes her feeding from June’s neck. I can see the poor girl’s eyes fill with tears, tears of joy. Her breath is short and powerful.

I come inside of her when June gives out her final breath. Meg snarls in response matching her own orgasm with mine. My seed fills her now warming insides. Communicating vessels.