I want to take her... but she takes me instead

I’m all over Ariadne, kissing her like my life depends on it. Her taste, so sharp and sweet, like biting into some dark, forbidden fruit, drives me mad. She’s a redhead goddess and with that tight red dress that's hugging every curve, screaming pure sin, I feel I’m in charge of taking her as I shove her against the alley wall, and my greedy hands are **** to touch every inch.

Her tongue slides against mine, hot and slick, letting me lead, but there’s something off about her, something wrong in the best way. It’s like a ****, pulling me deeper, hooking me on whatever she’s hiding behind those dark emerald eyes.

My needy hands continue to roam her body, I grab her hips, squeeze her boobs and ass. But that's not enough for me. I slide my hand under the dress, heart slamming in my chest, and—fuck me—no panties, just her, hot, slick pussy, so fucking ready.

I’ve never touched a girl like this, and that makes it even hotter, making my head spin and my panties soak. I stroke her, slow at first, fingers gliding through her wetness, then faster as I kiss her harder, biting her bottom lip, tugging it sharp.

She gasps into my mouth, hips jerking against my fingers, her heat coating me. I’m aggressive, owning the kiss, one hand yanking her red hair, pulling just enough to make her moan, the other working her, circling her clit, teasing her entrance.

“Fuck, you’re hot... and so damn wet,” I murmur. My fingers dip inside, just a little, feeling her tighten, and my own core clenches, aching from how much I want this.

“You’re playing with fire, you know,” she says with a low, dangerous voice low, like she knows something I don’t.

“Am I?” I grin, pushing my fingers deeper, two now, sliding in slow, feeling her slick walls grip me. “Good, cause I wanna fucking burn with you tonight.”

She laughs in a dark, approving way, and grabs my wrist, pulling my soaked fingers from her.

“Taste me,” she says, guiding my hand to my lips, pulling. There’s something in her tone, something that feels like a hook sinking into me.

I don’t even think. I lick my fingers and taste her juices. I've licked my fingers after playing with myself before and I know how she should taste, but this...

Holy fucking shit. A tingle explodes through me, electric, racing from my tongue to my toes, lighting up every inch of my skin, making my clit throb and my panties drip.

My heart’s pounding, breath stuck in my throat. It’s not just hot—it’s wrong, like her taste is rewiring my brain, making me crave her so bad I can’t think straight. I lick my fingers clean and can't believe how hot that makes me feel.

“What is this? You- you're... different,” I whisper with my eyes locked on hers. “You're not like anyone I’ve ever met.”

“No,” she says, stepping around me, so that I'm leaning against the wall now. “I’m not.” Her fingers graze my neck and leans in close, whispering, “Wanna know why?”

Her lips part, and I see them extending—fangs, I mean real sharp fangs, not some stupid Halloween prop. No fucking way.

My heart stops at the realisation. She’s a vampire.

I should bolt, my legs are set to run, but I’m frozen, reeling from Ariadne’s fangs glinting in the alley’s dim light. My body’s still begging for her, and that sharp, sweet taste is still tingling through me, making my core ache.

“Y- you…” I stammer like a dumbass. “You’re— you're a va—vampire?”

“Yes,” she simply says, like it's just another zodiac sign. She steps closer and circles around me like a predator, with a confident and hungry smile.

Now I am the one who's backed against the brick, my chest is heaving and I can hear my pulse slamming in my ears. Her hand presses my chest, fingers spreading to feel my heartbeat, like she’s claiming it.

“So... you still wanna burn?” she whispers as her green eyes burn into mine, pulling me apart.

My brain yells run, you idiot, but my body’s screaming yes, I’m soaked, trembling, and I can’t fucking think straight. I don't know if she's influencing me in some way or if it's just my weird brain being so mesmerised by her, but the fact that she's a real fucking vampire is making her completely irresistible.

“You don’t know what my bite does,” she murmurs, face so close her breath brushes my lips. “Bliss, Thalia. Dark, unholy bliss no human can offer you.”

I don't doubt her for a second, my whole body is yearning for what she's offering. My legs wobble, panties are drenched, my pussy is throbbing like it’s got a mind of its own. And just like that, I nod and tilt my head, offering my neck like a goddamn fool.

What the fuck am I doing? I rationalize that it's probably safer to give in and hope for the best than to attempt some futile escape, but the truth is—even if I knew for sure I could escape, I don't think I would want to. Not anymore.

Her lips softly graze my skin, making me shiver in trepidation. And then, her teeth sink in. It's a horrible, deep and sharp pain, like fire ripping through my neck, and I cry out while clawing her arms.

She grips me in a tight embrace, her arms are locking me against the wall, not letting me budge. The pain’s intense, searing, but it shifts fast, melting into warmth, like hot honey flooding my veins.

“Ariadne... it hurts!” I gasp when the pain reduced enough to let me speak. But she ignores me, and each suck of her lips pulls my blood, wet, greedy gulps echo in my ears, and her feeding is now sending pleasure waves through me, straight to my clit. It feels... surprisingly good?

I’m not just letting her feed—I’m fucking into it, moaning, grinding my hips against her thigh, **** for friction. And I want to signal her that, to let her know what she's doing to me. I let my hand move down, under her dress again.

Her pussy is still slick and hot, even more than before, and I stroke her clit, followed by two fingers. She groans into my neck, a surprised and slightly feral version of appreciation, and it’s so fucking hot I can’t stand it.

“Shit... yes,” I pant, pumping my fingers faster, feeling her walls clench around me. Her feeding’s driving me wild, waves of pleasure are hitting me in sync with her gulps.

She pulls back a bit and I see her, the real her: lips dripping my blood, and behind them her fangs, red and glistening. No, I guess she's not a goddess, if anything, she's a demon. The hottest demon there ever were.

“You’re fucking perfect,” she says. Her eyes are wide with awe, like she didn’t expect me to match her like this. Well, I’m stunned at myself as well, at how much I’m loving all this—her teeth, her taste, this fucked-up bliss.

“This is insane,” I whisper, grinning like a maniac, completely lost in her. "But I want you and all... this."

"I promise there's more to come... this is just the beginning, my sweet Thalia," she purrs as her hand dives into my pants, fingers shoving my soaked panties aside, pressing my clit hard, circling fast. I let out a surprised moan, loud as hell. My hips respond too, bucking and begging for more without words.

“You're making me feel so good, Ariadne... Keep going... do it,” I **** out, thrusting my fingers deeper into her, matching her rhythm, feeling her tighten. With my other hand I hold her head and bring her back to my neck. I want her there, I need her fangs, I'm already addicted. She sighs in amusement and her lips latch back onto my neck, sucking harder, blood flowing faster.

Her fingers slide inside me, three now, stretching me wide and she curls them just right, hitting every nerve. I cry out with my body shaking, pleasure and blood blurring into one unholy rush, like she’s fucking my soul.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” I gasp while I'm fingering her at same pace she fingers me. It works, both of us trembling, chasing the same edge, I can feels her arousal. Her muffled moans against my neck are in a way making me proud that I managed to turn on such a beautiful, terrifying,... perfect creature.

I don't know how much time had passed, it feels like both a minute or an hour in this depraved union in which we’re practically fused. Our hands are pumping each other's pussies while she continues drinking me. I'm dizzy and weak, but it doesn't matter, cause I can feel a massive, dark orgasm building up in my entire body.

"Ariadne... I love this... ahhh... you'll make me cum so hard... fuck... so good... I'm cumming... YES!!"

I come, screaming her name and other obscenities while a climax crashes through me like a fucking tsunami, my thighs quaking and body convulsing against the wall. And then I feel she’s right there too, shuddering hard, cumming with me, moaning against my neck, her pussy clenching around my fingers. Perfection.

I slump against the brick wall, breathless, completely spent. My neck throbs and I feel my blood trickling down, but I’m buzzing, addicted, like her bite rewired my whole damn body.

Ariadne pulls back, her entire mouth now smeared with my blood and her eyes dark and gleaming with amazement. “You’re really loving this, aren’t you?” she asks in a smug, like she’s won me over. She surely did.

“Fuck... it’s amazing,” I admit. Just to prove my point, I grab her face, kiss her deep and taste my own blood on her lips, sweet and metallic. It’s so wrong, but I’m too far gone, licking it off her tongue.

“More,” I beg and tilt my head again, baring my neck. “Bite me again, Ariadne, please.”

"Oh, my sweet girl, you're such a treat. I don't want to wear you out too much, but... just a bit more, for you," she grins and flashes her wonderful fangs, so wicked and perfect, and sinks them back in. Fresh pain sparks through me, but right after pleasure explodes all over again. I moan, loud, pulling her closer, my hands gripping her ass, ready to dive back into that bliss. I don't even care if she'll drain me, turn me, if I'll ever see the sun again, nothing matters anymore, just to experience that dark bliss all over again.

But suddenly something breaks our dark union.

“Ariadne!” A male voice cuts through the alley. “Leave her alone. Now.”