To the bungalows

You realize that you have no clue where the town might be so you opt for the bungalows.

You reach the first building without noticing any human activity. All this feels weirder and weirder. You are unable to shake the feeling that maybe Nicole was onto something after all. Not vampires of course, they do not exist, but something dangerous.

You knock on a door, no answer, you move to the next, same result. A sign across the sand path points towards reception. You follow it.

The silence surrounding you does not help your growing anxiety.

You finally reach a smaller building with a sign on the door: “reception is open from 7am to 8pm.” You push the door.

The place is simply furbished with a couple of nice armchairs against a wall, an ugly painting above them, a large wooden desk and three chairs around it. Still no one in sight but a phone sitting on the desk.

You pick it up when suddenly coming from a small door to your left you hear water running.

“Hello,” you say putting the phone back down, “is there someone here?”

The water stops running and the door opens on a middle aged man in a white uniform. He is tall and slim and the grey hair on his temples gives him a classy je-ne-sais-quoi. His movements are gracious, precise almost feline, almost inhuman.

“Oh my! I was about to close to join the others in town but since you are here... they will have to wait. Good afternoon señorita, what can I do for you?”

“I... hello... I... sorry... I’m confused, I was in the Caron...”

“The Caron! And how did you get all the way here? Did you miss your boat back?”

“Yes... sort of, I fell asleep...”

“And you need help right? Getting back in?”

“Yes.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, not right away at least.”

“But the Caron is still there, I just saw it not ten minutes ago. I’m sure you can call them and they’ll send someone to get me...”

“Oh, yes of course, I’m sure they would! But as I already said that is not possible... not right away at least... Not until I am finished with you.”

A moment of silence.

On one side of the desk, you, already anxious and seriously preoccupied by the absurd turn of the conversation. On the other side of the desk, the man is smiling, in his eyes a mix of amusement and a hint of sadism.

His lips sealed until now, slowly part revealing a pair of slightly oversized canines. An evil light tints his pupil red.

You want to get out of here but your rational mind keeps on fighting what you have in front of your eyes, what Nicole told you... the fact that vampires are real and that the man across the desk is most certainly one.

The spell is broken by the man as he walks to the door and locks it. The spell is broken but it is too late. You are trapped.

“I would have thought you would have started running by now. I don’t blame you. I did not run either. This far too unbelievable, isn’t it?”

He walks to you.

“I have never been a bad person and the change has not made me one but I have cravings now. Overwhelming cravings, you see, cravings for warmth, people, blood and your juicy little cunt is one of them. But let’s be proper. My name is Miguel and I will be your lover today. And what is the name of the owner of this sweet little face?”

His hand is now on your chin. You are fucked! You have been fucked the moment you stepped on that fucking ship. You would like to fight but you cannot find the courage in you. Not anymore.

“Samantha...”

“Samantha, that is very nice name. Now, señorita Samantha, why don’t step closer so I can put a little bite in you. It will make things easier I promise.”

Once again you want to resist but you know you cannot run away so you take step forward into the unknown, into the arms of the man.

“Ah, señorita Samantha, I am glad you agree with me. You have nowhere to run, so why fight it, right?”

An arm around your waist, the other up your back all the way to your neck.

“Of course, I know you are terrified, señorita Samantha, if you were excited, I could literally smell it. But do not worry this is temporary, very very soon, you’ll be hornier than you‘ve ever been and then I’ll give you pleasure the likes of which you have never encountered. How does that sound?”

Your cheeks cover in tears, a sorrowful sob bursts through your lips. Terror. The end is here.

“Don’t cry señorita Samantha, this will only hurt for a second,” he says bending over, his now one inch long fangs aiming at your throat.

You close your eyes.

One fang slides in, the second follows immediately. The pain is intense but just like he promised it only lasts for an instant. The poisonous ecstasy contained in his saliva courses through your veins, all over your body, reaching your brain, your guts, your groin in just seconds and swiftly igniting all your pleasure centers at once.

Your sobbing turns to uncontrollable moaning as you come deeply.

A few moments and a few gulps later, he withdraws his fangs from your neck.

“So señorita Samantha, did I lie to you? Did I not deliver both horniness and pleasure beyond human understanding?”

You are unable to answer, all you can do is try to catch your breath, all you can think of is how to please him in order to have him please you, again.

Crumbling to your knees you fight against his zipper.

“Eager, señorita Samantha, that is perfectly normal, here, let me help you.”

His thick rod, erect and ready soon appears in front of you. You swallow it, taking it as deep as you can, putting all your past experiences to profit the wonderful creature in front of you.

“Ah, señorita Samantha, very good, very very good...” he says petting your head.

The encouragement takes you to new unexplored paths. Deep throating, gagging, things did not know you were capable of. But deep down you know that for this man, this god your are capable of anything. Your mouth feels numb but you go on and on and on until, feeling a tension in his balls, you prepare for his offering. And he unloads abundantly.

You let him go and look up.

“Señorita Samantha, that was very nice but we are not done yet. Could you please sit on my desk? As I told you, I have a craving for your pussy,” he says tapping on the wood.

Taking his hand you stand before laying down on the desk. The towel has fallen to the ground a long time ago and Miguel swiftly rips your destroyed underwear off your intimacy. You contract your pelvis as he slides into you. The slow thrusts into your wet pussy makes you come almost instantly but he does not stop. He continues to penetrate you, paced and regular, never stopping, relentless, and you come, orgasm after orgasm until he finally bites you again, and he comes too but the thrusting does not stop, it continues as he drains you, as he kills you...