Bite me

“You home?”

The ping from her computer makes Daphne lift the eyes from the comic she is reading. Lazily, she walks to her state-of-the-art gaming station.

She has been farting around all day in her Neko pajamas, playing stupid mobile games, eating junk food, masturbating a bit.

But as soon as she identifies the sender, a shiver of anticipation makes her asshole strain.

She hurries to her keyboard.

“I am”

She hesitates for second to send another message. She does not want to sound too eager. As she is about to let her fingers fly over the keyboard, three dots start to wave under her message.

The dots disappear… she holds her breath.

No, no, no, no, do not let her go away… not tonight… please. She wonders who this prayer is intended to when the dots start to wave again.

“Mind if I swing by?”

YES!

“Yes”

Shit, she sent this message too quickly. She types a reply.

“No, I mean, I don’t mind, please come… you’re always welcome…”

She sends the message and regrets it immediately.

“Eager much…” the sender responds after quick waving dots.

Fuck!

The girl on the other side of the conversation likes to play, if she is contacting Daphne it is because she wants to…

After taking a deep breath, the girl in the cat pajamas tries to read casual.

“You know me”

“I do know you…”

What the hell does the other girl mean? Daphne wonders just before wondering what the hell did she, herself, meant by her question?

“Knock, knock” appears on the screen.

Knock, knock.

Knuckles on wood behind her echo to the text on her screen. A gust of relief fills Daphne’s lungs. She turns her chair around to see the door opening.

The hallway is dark as it should be. In the doorframe, standing, the girl. The girl she met online in a vampire erotica related forum, the girl she invited to have a coffee, the girl she brought home for one last “nightcap” and maybe something extra, the girl who turned out to be an actual vampire, the girl that bit and fucked her time and time again, the girl she worships.

Tall, taller than Daphne, long dark and straight hair falling on the right side of her face, electric blue eyes beautifully underlined by electric blue eye shadow, a tiny nose ring on the other side, a worn out leather jacket on a stained black Tshirt, a pair of tiny jean shorts over her bare ass - Daphne knows, she checked multiple times. The monster smiles showing the birth of her oversized canines.

“I was in the neighborhood and fancied a drink,” she pauses, “you really shouldn’t leave your door open. Nasty things lurk in the night.”

Daphne smiles back.

“It’s an invitation… of sorts.”

“Is it really?”

“Oh…it is, definitely… Do come in…”

The girl steps into the flat. She looks around at the mess. Daphne is embarrassed.

“It reeks of pussy in here.”

“Sorry,” Daphne says bursting towards the window to let some of the warm night air in.

Before she can get her hands on the lock, the girl is behind her.

“Don’t bother, I like it… it smells like you.”

A cold arm wraps around Daphne’s belly. So close to Daphne, so strong. Tits against back. The vampire inhales loudly pulling the cat eared hoodie off Daphne’s head.

“I love the smell of your stale cunt.” She whispers to her ear.

Daphne shivers. The girl works the zipper down and helps her prey out of the top of her pajama. Before the thick garment hits the floor, her mouth is already on Daphne’s neck, on the pulsating artery. As the vampire’s cold tongue probes the burning skin, her sharp fangs start to tease the trembling flesh.

Poor Daphne melts.

“Not there, please… it would show…”

But she knows deep down that she could not care less. Tomorrow maybe she will, but not now.

“What wrong can do a little teasing?” The vampire replies as her hand slides between her warm belly and the loose waistband of Daphne’s pajama pants.

A cold finger, the middle one, slowly slides against the moist slit. Daphne lets out a muffled moan and starts panting.

Her lover’s mouth is gently suckling on her neck. The skin is not broken but Daphne will get a hickey. A large one… She loves it. She feels the delicious warmth spread from her pussy to her her lips, to her loins. She lets herself drift away being carried by the waves that harshly come over her with each gentle stroke of the digit along her slit.

She exhales loudly.

The vampire pushes Daphne against the window, pressing her face and tits against the glass. The glass yields but does not break. The vampire knows exactly the amount of pressure to put. The vampire is in control.

Daphne, on the other hand, has none, exactly how she likes it, exactly how she fantasied earlier this afternoon.

Down in the street below, a couple passes. From the corner of her tear covered eye, Daphne looks at them. The man has a hand around the girl’s waist. They look sweet, careless, in love probably. If they looked up they would see her, bare chested, displayed in all her shame for the world to see, humiliated by the creature she loves most. But they do not, no one ever does. They move on.

The monster’s hand between her legs withdraws. Daphne is frustrated, she expected some kind of penetration by now, any kind, but the girl with the electric blue eyes knows better, she likes to play with her preys and she knows that Daphne loves to be frustrated.

The tip of her fangs brushes against her skin, breaking it slightly.

Surprised, Daphne jumps. The slender hand is back but now it comes from behind. Reaching between her legs, out to get her clit, barely touching it, ignoring completely her oozing slit.

The mouth on Daphne’s neck is gently sucking on the tiny cut, drawing hard but getting little blood. The freezing saliva, abundant, slowly pours into Daphne’s cleavage. The glass against her face is cold, burning her.

“Bite me…” She moans.

The creature chuckles and withdraws completely.

Filled with conflicting emotions and powerful urges, Daphne stays there, against the window, catching her breath, enjoying the memory of all the places the creature has touched her, kissed her, defiled her.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she gathers the strength to push on the wooden frame of the window and turn around.

The door to the hallway is now closed. The creature is standing by the bed detailing Daphne from head to toe.

Daphne looks down.

Her nipples are hard and erected, her chest is raising and falling fast, her belly is trembling uncontrollably and, between her legs, her pajama pants are drenched, glued to her skin, glued to her parts.

She feels pathetic, shame comes over her and she tries to cover herself.

“Don’t you dare,” the creature growls.

She does not smile anymore. There is only anger in her face, anger and lust.

Daphne holds her movement leaving her arms half way in the air like an amateur actor who does not know what to do with his hands.

A smirk comes back to the vampire lips. She motions her head towards the bed.

“Lay, it is time I taste you.”

Daphne, now staring at the ceiling, hears the creature move about but she does not dare to look. She angered her goddess once. The experience was not pleasant at all. Daphne will do anything to avoid repeating that.

Finally, just above her knees, the firm grip of the creature takes a hold of her thighs and pushes outward.

Daphne closes her eyes.

On her thighs, on both sides, the marks the girl has left her during her previous visits. Seven pairs of scaring bite wounds, fourteen hypersensitive erogenous dots. Daphne knows them better than the palm of her hand, she has explored them so many times, intimately, and she remembers how the monster gifted her with each of them so vividly, so powerfully and she knows the new pair she will get tonight will be exactly the same, burned into her mind, carved into her flesh.

The cold fingers of the monster, once again, slip under the plastic waistband of her pajama pants. Grunting, the creature pulls. The elastics snaps. Girl cum that has been soaking the fabric splashes on Daphne’s thighs.

In response, feeling the cold air on her drenched pussy, Daphne moans. This time it will not be long before the vampire feeds… she knows it, she wants it.

But instead of the expected soft tongue and hard fangs, two fingers slide inside her swollen fissure. Throwing her head back in pleasure, Daphne grunts of dissatisfaction.

“Don’t you like what I am doing?” The monster asks shoving her fingers as deep as she can into Daphne.

Hard to breathe, overwhelming pleasure, spinning head, her juices pouring between her butt cheeks, Daphne tries to respond.

“No… I love… ahh… oh my god… I love it… I just… fuck… this is good… I just… ahh… I just need… holy shit… soooo good…”

She stops for a moment letting yet another orgasm rock her pelvis when the monster slips another finger into her hungry and gaping hole.

“Will you… bite me… already?”

“Uhu… maybe.”

But instead she shoves the last two fingers of her hand into Daphne. Her other hand, so strong, pushes down on the girl’s pelvis to facilitate the penetration of her fist.

Being filled, so hard, so full of the creature’s cold flesh. Feeling her own lower lips wrapping around the monster’s wrist while she dives into the cavity. The creature’s fingers, five of then, clenching inside, kneading the sensitive walls of Daphne’s honey pot. The human girl arches her back, violently, as she comes loudly.

“Bite me!” She screams.

And finally, after just a few back and forth pumps of her fist into the girl, the vampire does.

At the birth of the thigh, on the sweaty, warm and sticky skin, her lips fall, her tongue tastes and teases, her fangs dig.

And she starts to suck, and the blood escapes, and she drinks her prey.

And Daphne comes again… hard.

“You only had to ask properly…” the girl with the electric blue eyes replies.