Fuck, You Want to Cum

You stay still, letting a moan escape your lips. You feel like you’re melting. The orgasm just keeps building. She just keeps sucking away at your neck.

You feel her bony finger tease your clit. Your body explodes. You feel your juices dripping down your legs. You fall, slipping into darkness before you even hit the ground.

Your eyes flutter open. You feel strange, thirsty.

“Wakey, wakey. We have things to do Lena.”

The voice is sexy, almost musical. It takes a moment for your memory to begin functioning. Your hand goes to your neck. You feel a mostly healed bite mark.

“What the hell are you!”

She giggles a musical giggle. “I think you know.”

“Vampire?”

“Indeed I am, and so are you.”

You look up. You know longer need the light of your phone to see her. She has changed. The woman that stands before you is the most attractive woman you have ever seen. Her hair falls in golden ringlets. Her face is model perfect. Her body is a lush garden with perfect full breasts.

She grins showing her fangs, before they slide back in.

“Who are you?” You ask, astonished by the changes in her.

“Mariska Hohenzollerns. I believe my sire, Sammael, was part of the inspiration for the story of Dracula. He was the bastard brother of the local royalty. He was banished by his brother and went to England to spend time with a countess there.”

“Who?”

“It was a long time ago I doubt you know of her, Elizebeth Bathory. She taught him to worship the Dark Lord. In the end she exiled him when the Dark Lord chose him over her.”

“Chose him.”

She smiles wickedly. “Yes, to bring paradise to the earthly plain. He is a fool. He moved slowly, resisted his darkest urges. Be thankful it was I who sired you, as I revel in my body and my unholy existence.”

She slides a hand under her modest dress and moans in pleasure.

She gets close to you. “The longer you live the more like me you’ll become.” She whispers seductively. “Does that bother you?”

You pinch your erect nipple. “No, Mistress.”

She kisses you. Inside you, lust and thirst battle.

She slides out of her medieval dress. “So would you like to fuck me, help me steal my Sire’s powers or has the bloodlust grown too much?”