Time to Fuck the Vampyre (I)

“What are you going to do?” the Vampyre asks with her immaculately made-up face and plump red lips. She’s on her knees, defeated, and she looks up at you in defiance.

“Well, you’ve sucked my blood, so I think it’s high time you sucked my cock,” you say.

The Vampyre watches with wide eyes as you brandish your limp cock, and you thrust it into her face. Her lips part, and she gently kisses your cock.

“Tis not very big, is it?” the old man calls out from his vantage point.

“I’m a grower, not a shower,” you protest, but the old man only chuckles, getting closer for a better view.

“That’s what they all say,” the old man says.

The Vampyre gives your length a short lick (because truth be told, it isn’t a very large distance to cover), and then she wraps her lips around your cock, gently bobbing up and down. Her blowjob technique is polished, almost like she’s gotten lessons in the art before, and who knows, maybe she has.

She smiles up at you through her blowjob, showing you her fangs, and a pang of fear stabs your heart.

“Don’t you dare bite,” you say. You put your hand on the hilt of your blade suggestively, and the Vampyre nods vigorously, simultaneously indicating understanding while giving your cock some of that real good back-and-forth.

You shut your eyes, enjoying the wet, hot sensations rolling up your cock. The Vampyre makes nice gurgly noises as she starts to deepthroat you, the entirety of your length plunged deep within her, the tightness a wonderful thing that makes you feel like cumming right there and then. But you can’t. The main event’s still to come!

Reluctantly, you pull back from her, extracting your cock. It dangles, well-wetted and now fully hard, in the air.

“Grower my ass,” the old man says, looking condescendingly at your cock.

You can see him stroking his own, and to your dismay, his cock is substantially larger than yours.

“Well, too bad for you, because I’m the one who gets to fuck her,” you say, pointing at the Vampyre.

“She’s not even that hot,” the old man sniffs.

Pure sour grapes, you say. Feeling better at yourself, you push the Vampyre onto her back, and she helplessly tumbles backwards in her defeated state. Since she’s only got her bra and panties, you rip those away with a casual motion (see how much stronger you’ve gotten!) and line your cock up with her pussy.

You pause, checking her pussy first. Thank Lord Cage there aren’t any teeth in there or something weird like that.

You take the plunge, thrusting into the Vampyre, and that’s when the teeth come out.

“Fuck!” you scream, but then, a second later, “Fuck! That actually feels kinda good!”

“They’re designed to stimulate you,” the Vampyre mumbles, seeming to be in a daze herself.

The teeth certainly make the ride rougher, and you plug away, each buck of your hips sending your cock deeper into her core, the heat of her pussy like a furnace that you never want to leave.

Time passes. You thrust on. The old man continues to make snide comments about the size of your cock. You’re having a good time. The Vampyre seems to be, too, dreamily staring off into the sky as her hips roll against yours, her shapely legs now somehow wrapped around yours, granting you deeper access still.

The little pussy-teeth send jolts of pleasure through your nervous system, and before you can help it, you find yourself cumming, shooting ropes of your thick cum into the Vampyre’s pussy.

“Thanks for healing me up,” the Vampyre says, getting up.

“What?!” you exclaim.

“She heals from the teeth in her pussy,” the old man laughs, slapping you on the back. “Now, go again! Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“Aw, fuck.”