Second Night

The day came and went as Dagaz slept, safe in the dark confines of his office. Or was it slumbered? Was that the correct term now that he was no longer human? He'd have to remember to find out when he had the chance. Either way, by the time he opened his eyes, the stars were once again twinkling brightly in the sky outside his apartment, and with the rising of the moon he knew it was safe to venture outside of his office door.

The leather sofa hadn't been overly comfortable beneath his body, but having been too tired to care he'd not bothered to move from it. Usually his joins creaked when he got out of bed in the morning, a small daily reminder that he wasn't as young as he liked to pretend her was, but now he rose with the ease and grace of a dancer.

The wooden floor was cool beneath his feet, not quite cold enough to have been uncomfortable on his skin, but enough to cause goose bumps to form on his skin. Whilst the apartment was equipped with underfloor heating, it was still a little too early in the year to have turned it on. Give it another month or so, when the leaves had begun to turn from their summer green to autumnal red and golds, and the evenings would begin to justify needing the extra warmth.

As he approached the mezzanine door, he noticed a thin slip of paper of paper poking out from under it, the corner of the white paper catching his eye, the white of the paper a sharp contrast to the rest of the floor. Bending to retrieve it, he wasn't surprised to see it was a letter from his housekeeper, Tia. She'd followed his instructions to the letter she informed him, disturbing neither his office or the bedroom during the day while the work crew had been in to fit the tinted windows that he had ordered.

'I'll have to remember to give her a bonus next time I pay her,' Dagaz thought. 'She really is an angel. Never complains, never questions. Never pulls her skirt down.' he though with a grin. Most of all though, she was a loyal employee. Having been on his payroll for the better part of a decade, there were things Tia had seen inside these 4 walls that could have made life rather uncomfortable for him should she choose to divulge them. Which was why he paid her handsomely, ensuring that she lived a comfortable enough life that his secrets never became a topic of discussion.

Safe in the knowledge that it was now safe to walk around the apartment, his first port of call was the bathroom to wash the sleep from his eyes, and the funky taste of snoring from his mouth. Amused at the fact his reflection still appeared before him in the mirror above the sink — scratch that urban legend off the list of vampire myths — he squirted some paste from the tube and and set about brushing his teeth.

Taking the time to marvel at his new teeth, he ran first his tongue then his finger over them. They looked even more delicate than they had felt earlier. They resembled two thick curved little needles nested where his canines had been, but longer and stronger than his teeth used to be. He spent some time practicing how to mask them behind his lips as he talked, when he smiled. It wouldn't do to have them showing at an impromptu moment. Satisfied, he rinsed the toothpaste from the sink, then filled it with hot water. Washing away the sleep from his eyes, he quickly ran a razor over his stubble, and studied his reflection.

He didn't think he looked any different. His skin looked a little paler, smoother maybe, the encroaching wrinkles that had begun to form at the corners of his eyes trying to blossom into crows feet had all but vanished. 'Well that will save me a fortune on surgery, he thought. His eyes seemed a bit brighter too, but he put that down to the lighting in the bathroom. Maybe it was for the best though. At the very least he looked human, even if he no longer was. The more he thought about it, the less he worried about starting to look like some kind of horror. Ysabelle must be far older than he, and she looked practically radiant after all. Wondering what he looked like in the dark, he flicked the switch on the wall, plunging the room into darkness.

To his complete surprise the lights going out made little difference to how the room appeared before him, the bathroom seemed as bright as ever, the details just as vivid. Dagaz flicked the switch back on, not noticing any change, and thought perhaps he had broken the switch, right up until he caught sight of his reflection again the next time he flicked the lights off. His eyes went up to the bulb above, saw the glow of the filament fade out, and as he looked down towards the mirror he saw that cause of his confusion. His eyes, or more accurately, his pupils. They reminded him of those commercials you see on TV, the ones reminding kids not to do ****, where they show you an addict, eyes wide as saucers and their pupils totally dilated. Stay away from **** kids, you might have some good times on them.' He remembered a line from an old stand up he'd watched once, saying he'd had good and bad experiences with ****, but he'd had good and bad sex too, and he wasn't giving up pussy.

In the mirror, Dagaz's pupils had expanded towards the edges of his eyes, until they dominates the iris. No wonder he could see so well in the dark, the amount of extra light they must have been letting in was astronomical. He'd have to be careful of that he thought, even catching sight of a car's headlights would cause his pupils to expand until his eyes looked practically black. It didn't look human, so he'd have to take extra care to conceal them. Luckily sunglasses being worn at night wasn't a rare sight in this city, douche bags were ten-a-penny and no one felt the need to excuse their behaviour or lack of style, so he wouldn’t lack for concealment if he chose it.

Satisfied he would now at the very least be able to conceal his fangs should he choose to, he thought it was time he checked in on his guest. From the time in his watch, he'd slept a little over 12 hours himself, meaning Ava had been out for the count for closer to 14 by that point. He was loathe to wake her, but worried that what he'd done to the poor girl may have had an adverse effect on her. He'd already drank from her, lied to her, and fed her his blood. Not exactly your average first date. Did he consider this a date? It did have a happy ending, he thought with a smile, thinking back to the image of Ava on her knees, bobbing her head up and down on his prick. He felt himself growing erect again, but his body chose that moment to inform him that it needed to drain the scotch he had drunk away far more than his libido wanted him hard.

Bladder drained, Dagaz made his way to his bedroom, his feet making no more noise on the wooden floors than a cat creeping across grass. Easing the door ajar to the room gently as he opened it, he gingerly poked his head inside, ready to improvise if Ava had woken already. She hadn't, he could hear her gentle breathing beneath the huge quilt covering the bed, could see the delicate curve of her thigh poking out from beneath the edge of the sheets. He listened, his ears picking up the steady throb of her heart beating rhythmically in her chest. To his untrained ears, it sounded fine, and maybe it was, he was no doctor.

Approaching closer to the bed, he gently distributed his weight in the corner of it, taking care not to sit on any of her limbs. Ava stirred a little at the disturbance, but it wasn't enough to wake her. His fingers walked over the sheets towards her exposed leg, the silk beautifully smooth beneath his skin. Dancing his fingers along her thigh, her skin nearly matched the texture of his imported sheets. His intention had been to tiptoe his digits towards her thigh, to check the pulse there, but as they crept higher towards it, Ava began to murmur, rolling onto her back even as she half vocalised her desires.

"Mmm.' She squeezed her tights together gently, and Dagaz was unable to move his hand in time to prevent it squeezing her legs harder than a gentle caress.

"Oh, there. Mmm. Don't tease me." That extra sensation must have spilled into whatever she was dreaming about, and she was obviously enjoying the dream. He walked his fingers slowly along her inner leg, tip-toeing them higher, causing her pulse to speed beneath them as he went. His fingers found her centre, felt the wetness building there, and with a small swipe of his finger caused it to open. A little more pressure, and he eased the tip of his finger inside, marveling at her tightness.

"Da... Daga...Oh. Wha.. What's...mmmmm oh. Oh, I thought it was a..a dream." Though half-open sleep filled eyes she looked at him, her deep blue eyes half questioning, half encouraging.

Suddenly, Ava felt space between them as Dagaz pulled his hand completely away. She let out an involuntarily whine as she watched him with hazy eyes. Dagaz's fingers moved towards the lips between her thighs, and then they froze. Ava watched as Dagaz moved those same slippery fingers to her immaculately not-smudged red lips and by reflex, she opened them up for his fingers.

"Why are you looking at me like you want to eat me?’ she asked, oh so innocently. Ava smirked." Oh, that’s right! Because you do want to eat me."

If you'd have told Dagaz yesterday morning that he would become a vampire, fed on a girl, and now have his fingers covered in the very same girl's juices the morning after she'd deep throated his cock, he'd have told you to fuck off, and probably flipped you the bird for good measure. This went beyond his wildest dreams and fantasies.

He allowed Ava to suck on his two fingers before pulling them back a little. Moving to straddle her, he pushed his fingers once more into her mouth. He let Ava suck them in little by little before he retook control. She moaned a little louder each time, squeezing as she realized that Dagaz's other hand had snaked its way back down to her clit. Ava's body was lit ablaze when Dagaz started rubbing on her clit fast and rough, his fingers working the little bundle of nerves with no small amount of skill. He could feel her getting wetter even though her legs were struggling to close around his digits.

"This is what you wanted right?" Dagaz teased as he positioned himself to keep Ava's legs spread by trapping them with his own. "What you were dreaming about. *Fantasizing ** about?" She nodded, just about managing to move her head before her chest arched towards the ceiling even as her eyes rolled back. "Say it."

"Yeeessss. Yes yes yes."

Dagaz kept rubbing her clit until he felt a beautiful trickle of juice escape from her pussy. His lips found her neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Tracing a shower of kisses as he went, he kissed his way down her body, to her stomach, her thighs. Every kiss lower got her wetter, until eventually his kisses reached the place she really desired.

As he locked his mouth around his fingers, Ava let out a silent scream of pleasure . He chuckled at how easy it was to make her cum. As Ava started to come down from her first orgasm, Dagaz lifted her legs over his shoulder, thrust his fingers back deep into her cunt and set to work making her scream for him.

"Oh, you’re fucking soaking wet. What do you say we see how many times I can make you cum? Would you like that Ava?"

She began to nod enthusiastically, but that wasn't a good enough answer for him. His mouth found her clit, and she found a higher octave to scream in. With every push of his fingers into her wetness he sucked on the little bud, and was rewarded each time with a fresh gush of her warm juice over his face.

"I can't hear you. You heard my question, so I want to hear your answer." Dagaz started pounding his fingers harder into her still throbbing pussy. Ava could barely catch her breath since she hadn't had the time to come down from her orgasm. She tried voicing her agreement to him, but all that she managed to get out was unintelligible gasping and moans.

"Fuuu... Ohh... Mmmm. Yes. Please. Please please please!’ Ava screamed out as Dagaz's teeth sunk into her thigh. His spare hand came up to hold her hips in place from bucking on the bed. As he held her tight, her hands went up to grab anything at all, settling on gripping the headboard as she hung on for dear life. If she didn't hold on to something, she suspected she might well have floated away. Or fucking melted into a puddle. She'd already made one of those on the mattress beneath her thighs, her pussy was absolutely dripping juice, and each thrust of Dagaz's fingers into her cunt caused another trickle to escape, despite his best efforts to lap every drop onto his mouth. She couldn't believe that Dagaz was tongue fucking the life out of her. Her thighs started to rock against his face, almost willing him to put more **** into each thrust. Ava could feel her orgasm rushing at her once again.

Dagaz could feel it too. He slowed down his ministrations to look at Ava as she arched her back, the curve of her body causing her magnificent tits to point into the air. Her thighs were soaked, alongside his head and most of the mattress at this point.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he asked.

Ava moaned in response and Dagaz slid his head up towards her chin, gripping it in his hand and forcing her to look at him.

"Beg for it Ava. Beg me to let you cum. Beg like the little slut you are." Who knew he could be anything other than gentle with her? It turned her on even more.

'Please let me cum," Ava whimpered out, barely able to form the words for a coherent sentence.

Dagaz slapped her her clit, causing the tiny blonde to yelp in surprise. "Louder Ava, I still can't hear you! Beg for it."

She threw her head back and howled. "Please let me fucking come Dagaz. Please, Please, Please!" The pleas descended into unclear noise once Dagaz started finger fucking her deeply again, adding an extra finger to the two he'd been using alongside his tongue. Ava rolled her hips to meet each thrust as her orgasm began to crash into her.

"Mmmmmmmm, I'm begging you, ohhhhhhhh, pleaseeeeeeeee MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM!"

"Fuck, you’re so hot," Dagaz mumbled into her lips. He would have said more, but he'd chosen that moment to curl his finger towards her navel, and to give her clit the deepest suck he'd given so far, deep into his mouth and grazing it gently with his teeth.

Ava could take no more. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, causing her to flood his mouth as she squirted for the first time all over his face. Hot, sweet girl cum rushed from her pussy, and Dagaz lapped it up eagerly trying to get every drop of the precious nectar into his mouth. She thrashed and bucked wildly beneath him as she rode out her orgasm, until slowly she began to come down. Little aftershocks of pleasure caused her cunt to twitch around his fingers as Dagaz slowly pulled out of her with a soft pop. Smearing her lips with her own juices, he pulled her into a deep hard kiss.

"Good morning beautiful."