The Vampire (Male POV)

I selected the "Bloodplay," prompt for day seven. This is a very short story, unfortunately, but I don't intend to make a habit of it.

'I need to be invited in,' Arthur said.

His date giggled nervously in the threshold of the door. Gods, she was gorgeous, supple and tanned with tied-up black hair and a sheer dress. She was dressed according to a vague Egyptian theme and her brown nipples were on prominent display. 'Okay,' she eventually said, once she'd realised he was actually committed to what she assumed was a bit, 'come in.' Once he was through the threshold, the atmosphere changed.

His vampiric energies flooded into the property and every party-goer stopped and turned to stare. Aisha, the women he was here for, felt the same compulsion but it was mixed with a intense sense of pride as she realised that the man who was the source of so much lust and envy was here for her, specifically. She led him up to the bedroom and only once he was out of view did the party returned to its loud business. Inside, they discovered a couple already going at it. As soon as the fucking pair turned to look at Arthur, however, they came hard. Embarrassed and a little shaken, they immediately went to dress themselves and leave.

'That was insane,' Aisha laughed, as she began to strip.'

My vampiric presence brought them over the edge,' he replied, without any humour in his voice. 'I could give you a taste, if you'd like.'

The girl laughed again but gave no reply, crawling naked onto the bed. Her lovely deep brown eyes were filled with lust. For a while, he simply stood, looking over her and just as she was about to become impatient, he let his power loose.

'What the fuck?!' Her voice was shaky and her body started to tremble. Without moving, blinking or breathing, he ripped one orgasm from her and then another, and another, until she was a quivering mess, writhing on the dampened bed sheets. Then, calmly and quietly, he undressed himself. His clothes were well-tailored and old-fashioned, passing easily for a Halloween costume. He didn't even need to look at her to keep her moaning but, soon enough, he was on her. He stared into her soul and only once his eyes took on their true ruby red hue did she understood what he was. 'Oh my God,' she cried, her voice a mix of fear and longing. He bit down hard on her neck and she screamed in pain, but only for a moment.

His energies flooded into her as soon as the blood began to flow into his mouth and an intense euphoria took hold of her. He drank his fill, careful not to drain her into unconsciousness and the blood trickled down her breasts. Ravenous, he licked it up, drawing ticklish giggles from the girl. Her cunt was wet and wanting and, after lapping up as much as he could, he entered her. His cold hard cock shocked her but she was warm enough for the both of them. His stamina was inhuman and he pumped himself in and out of her hours. She screamed in delirious pleasure until her voice gave out but no one ever dared to disturb them.

By the break of day, he was long gone.