Auto-Chronicler Record, Vampire (Male)

“So, just sign here … and here,” you instruct the man in your bedroom with you. He’s notably handsome, blonde with deep brown eyes and chiseled features. His body looks only lightly-muscled, but that doesn’t fool you for a second: this guy could snap you in half if he wanted to. You feel your legs shift without your say-so, the idea admittedly exciting enough all on its own. He smirks, cocky and fully aware of your aroused state as he signs the disclosure agreement for your auto-chronicler’s publication. ‘Don’t flatter yourself, buddy, I was ready to go when I walked into the bar,’ you think before allowing yourself a brief pause, ‘but yeah, you are very sexy, I’ll give you that.’

“We agreed to … four-tenths?” His question is sly. You can tell he’s trying to get you to give him more than his share. It wouldn’t surprise if you if, whatever you say, he tries to drain you. All the same, he knows you know it was three.

“I said three …” you sigh, thinking over your options, “but we can go to four.” He looks a bit surprised, but doesn’t complain. No reason not to, it’s not like you can’t take it. Besides, it’ll be interesting to see if agreeing makes him more or less respectful of your stated limitations. “Just remember the transfusion equipment is in the closet. The waiver you signed earlier says I’m not responsible for any harm that might befall you if you break our agreement.” He nods, face very straight and trying not to look pleased. Not a lot of vampires would ignore a Night Council-approved waiver of responsibility for bodily harm, but he’s still … hard to read.

“Mmhm. I saw. Any way you want it? In the name of education, of course.” You grin this time. You’re not sure if it’s the constant experimenting in the lab or if you’ve just always been like this, but every time you get ready to fuck something, it’s like you’re a horny university student all over again. No fear, no hesitation, just sheer, heady lust screaming at you to get on with it already. You can feel your panties already soaked as you let your vision glide down to see the bulge in your partner’s pants.

“Whatever comes naturally, baby,” you answer honestly before addressing yourself. “Alright, guys, this is Thomas Crane. We met at a bar earlier and he said he liked the sound of my monster sex blog idea, so he’s going to be our first subject! Exciting! We’re starting on vampires as your, y’know, ground-floor non-human sex partner. As you can see by Thomas,” you gesture to him as you speak, “he looks just like any baseline human, if a little on the pale side. Thomas, be a dear, fangs?” He nods, then opens his mouth and extends his canines with a soft “click.” They’re not the dramatic sabretooth tiger daggers some would expect, but they’re finely-pointed and more than sufficient for the task of breaking human skin. “He just has that notable difference. Please go back and read the introduction if you have any questions about his body in a more practical, species-based sense. From here forward, all notes will be … more active in nature.”

At that, he lunges at you, a gasp escaping your lips as he pins you to your bed. He kisses you as he holds your wrists in an iron grip, nothing you could break by **** if you even tried. One of your legs slides up his as he looms over you, his cold, soft lips tasting you thoroughly as your tongues move just the slightest into each other’s mouths. You don’t even remember when he took his shirt off, but vampires seeming to spontaneously lose clothes when they’re horny isn’t anything new to you. If you could strip that fast, you’re goddamn right you would, too. You sit up as he guides you to take off your shirt, a sleeveless piece you modified personally from a band tee to be more revealing, and groan as he kisses your neck while unclasping your bra.

You yelp out in surprise when you feel two sharp points pierce one of your tits. You’re not surprised he chose to start this early, what with having such a large amount of your blood to play with, but it still sends an exciting jolt of pain through your body. Your exclamation of hurt fades into a low, eager groan as he sucks, both drinking your blood and applying his powerful mouth to your nipple. One of his hands undoes your pants and slips inside, beginning to tease your pussy through your underwear as he drinks. All things considered, the breasts are a slow feed in comparison to the neck, thigh, or wrist, and he’s not rushing, his tongue lapping over your tit whenever he takes a short break from drinking from you. While you’re not sure he’s someone you’d see again, he’s really making you have to think about it while his strong fingers press up against your sex, well-aware he’s only teasing you and you won’t be able to cum like this.

“Fuck, you taste good!” he tells you as his mouth parts from you. As he does, his fingers dip into your panties and slide into your wet slit, making you groan. He doesn’t lick the wound on your breast, letting blood drip lightly over it and down over your stomach. While you don’t want the scar, you can fix that later, and it does look kind of sexy right now. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be losing much from there.

“And you haven’t even licked my pussy yet!” you taunt him, kissing him hard as he starts to finger you for real, rubbing your clit sensitively, careful not to irritate it by going too rough … yet. You can feel, as your hands slide up his back and grip his shoulders, all the tension his cool body is holding. It’s obvious he wants to fuck you to bits, which is welcome, but you appreciate the craftsmanship he’s putting into building you up. At the very least, it’ll let you really let go even harder when you’re screwing.

“Well, I know how to take a hint.” With that, he removes his hand and pushes you back down, yanking off your pants. He strains your pretty, pink panties up and to the side, letting you see the strings in peril while making sure he it’s not jamming your underwear inside you, then tugs, snapping them and throwing them to the ground. It hurts, but like the fangs, not in a bad way. He leans down at the edge of your mattress, then slowly kisses up your thighs. You feel his tongue against the artery there, pulsing excitedly as you wonder if he’s going to bite down again, but he instead dives into your sopping cunt.

“God, I’m guessing you’ve done this before?” you gasp as he probes you with his tongue, at least as experienced as the fingers he had inside you a minute ago. He just glances up at you confidently, then returns to working over your poor clit. Shit, he’s so strong! Even for a vampire, he’s well above average, hard to ignore as he holds your legs in place. The bracing is welcome as you arch your back, moaning out your approval as you feel muscles contract and promise a powerful climax if you just hold on. Your fingers dig into the mattress as he tongefucks you, hips writhing, but still firmly affixed to their current location in his unbreakable grip. He slows just a little, not wanting to drive you over the edge just yet. You pant raggedly, perky tits heaving up and down rapidly as you deal with the simultaneously distant and so-close promise his mouth is making to you. “Please don’t stop!” you beg, unashamed at the needy pitch to the request. “I’m about to cum, and if I do, this is going to seem tame to how much I’ll need that cock! Thomas, please, please make me cum!”

He seems to enjoy the apparent power he has over you enough to abide your request, returning his efforts to their previous pace, then pushing straight past it with almost-punishing strokes over your sensitive clit. You bite your lip as you feel his fingers slide up under his tongue, fairly certain you know where this is going.

“Yes!” you moan out, pushing him forward. “Fucking do it, please!” You can almost see his cocky grin even with your eyes closed as you feel his fingers take over at your clit while he bites into your femoral artery. You scream out sharply, orgasm tearing through you as you squirt over his hand. Your body pulses and bucks beneath him, the simultaneous exotic and exciting pain of a vampire bite and more traditional pleasure of cumming mixing wonderfully. Your groans and pants are hardly even audible to you anymore over the dizzying, hazy pleasure clouding your mind, and you know some of the things you’re saying are fucking foul, but don’t care in the slightest.

By the time he pulls back, you’re sweating and gasping desperately, trying to catch your breath. You feel his tongue slide over the bite marks on your thigh, ensuring you’re not bleeding out for what’s next. He pulls you up and kisses you, one free hand groping the breast he bit earlier as his body language tells you he’s about to screw you into oblivion. Whether literally or not, somewhat harder to discern. When he pulls back and you note him taste your blood on his fingers, you run your own through it, put them in your mouth, and kiss him again with the coppery taste of your own blood still on your tongue. You can hear the wind resistance against his pants before they smack into the wall.

“Oh, so you liked that?” you ask with feigned innocence. He doesn’t answer, instead bodily throwing you on the bed. In a rush of speed and power, he puts you on all fours before you can get your bearings, and you close your eyes, raising your ass up at him. You aren’t done yet. You give a small, excited gasp when you feel his thick cock’s head tease your pussy from behind, sliding just inside its lips, but not yet thrusting in. He continues to taunt you with it, clearly feeling the heat emanating from you and how badly you want him to fuck you. “If you’re waiting for me to beg …” you begin like you’re going to tell him to fuck himself, “then please jam that thick, cold cock into warm, living cunt! God, I’m still going crazy from cumming like that, I need you to keep going!”

Your answer apparently satisfies him as you yelp, then groan when he shoves himself inside you all the way to the hilt. Given your field, it’s not the largest cock you’ve ever taken, but it’s more than enough to stimulate your nerves and ache just the slightest bit to remind you of what you’re doing. His fingers press into your hips as he starts to fuck you, going slow at first. You ride back against him as he does, smiling and enjoying the game of egging each other on to go faster. Harder. One of his hands takes an admiring squeeze of your ass as you push it back against him, fucking you harder as he drinks in the sight of your lithe, eager body splayed out below him.

It’s not surprising when he takes a handful of your hair, but you still have to purse your lips for a moment when he tugs. God, he’s fucking powerful, you don’t know if your body could even take what he’s going to do to you if you didn’t have your fortifiers. As he fucks you harder and rougher, you can feel him stretching out your pussy around his big cock, burying himself to the base, then pulling almost out each time. It’s hard to do without losing your footing at least once and sliding out of your partner, but he’s screwing you without fail, able to easily control his pace enough to stay inside you the whole time.

“What are you?” he whispers, tugging your hair so far back your hands entirely leave the bed, your tits bared and bouncing as he hammers into you from behind. “Begging for a dead man’s dick like this, letting me drink from you, you’ll probably even beg for my cum, soon. So, what are you?”

“I’m your whore!” you moan out, able to tell he’s enjoying dominating you with his strength. Not that you’re hating it, either, clit throbbing powerfully as he starts to fuck you at speeds a human just couldn’t reach. “I’m your little, human slut who needs your undead to prick to fuck her to pieces! And you’re goddamn right I’m going to beg for your load, I want to feel that cold jizz fill me up so I know I’ve done a good job! That’s all a slut like me needs, Thomas, please fuck me as hard and rough as you want so you can feel good!” The building speed and fury behind his thrusts show clear approval and you scream as you start to cum with a particularly vicious yank of your hair pulling you up so your back is against his chest. He lets go out your hair as you gush down your legs wildly, grabbing your less-attended breast as the one he bit earlier drools blood in a slight trickle. You ride down against him as he pounds you inhumanly, savagely, no care for the fact that this would likely do permanent damage to a normal woman. “Please cum, Thomas, please fill up your bloodbag whore!”

“That you are!” he hisses into your ear as you feel him throbbing inside your clenching, hungry pussy. “But you know what else you are? Fucking food, Lily!” At that, he bites your neck, harder and more viciously than before. You can tell from the speed he’s drinking he has no intention of stopping until you’re a bloodless shell, relying on you being too lost in what’s now your fourth orgasm tearing through you to enact any countermeasures. He starts to spurt his frigid seed into your cunt as he drinks deeply from your exposed neck, only able to moan and pant as the blood loss sends you down a foggy tumble of pleasure, the rest of the world slipping away and leaving only the glory of your body being completely used. Your pussy drinks in his cold cum as you ride back against him despite his stated intent to devour you, legs soaked with your own fluids from the constant string of climaxes you’re riding high on. For a brief moment, you think this wouldn’t really be that bad a way to die.

As you come down, though, you can hear the screaming. Heat surges through every point of contact he’s making with your body as your Apollo’s Kiss elixir detects your blood level dipping below half. The final ropes of cum he pushes into you are warm, even unusually hot as he emits a bright, orange glow before, in a flash of light, all you feel of him is the semen he left inside you and ashes falling on your back. While you pass out, fortifiers restoring your blood to make sure you stay alive, you only have two thoughts: that felt fucking amazing, and cleaning this up is going to be a bitch.