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Blood Sex Hunger
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Blood Sex
Hunger. The pedator I had become knew nothing else. I had
been on the prowl most of the night and felt "dinner" close at
hand. I had spent most of the evening finding her. To locate a
victim/partner with a pure blood content and the favorable
sexual lustfulness is difficult in these modern times. Also, it
doesn't help to have a limited time to locate, make contact, and
feed/fuck with only the course of one night to spare. I recall
that in the older days none of my "searches" took more than
30-45 minutes and gave me ample time to enjoy the pleasures of
the flesh after the warmth of the blood. Anyone who wishes my
fate these days is a fool or a sadist.
Anyways, I spotted her at a rundown disco in the heart of the
city. Nowadays the fancier dance halls had mirrors and bright
flashing lights that can increase the chances of my true nature
being discovered. But, this place, "The Roost" was a dim lit,
worn down, bar that had seen better days, a type of place one
would start an evening with before seeking better grounds for
love, lust, or whatever you sought. I strolled in and spotted
her in an instant, the firey redness of her hair set her off
from the rest of the crowd. Seated at the center of the table
she and her companions, consisting of an older spent brunette
with a sagging face and bustline, a demure Oriental with way too
much makeup, and last but not least a blonde (straight from the
bottle) sporting a "highschool cheerleader" look that made her
appear silly. But, the redhead, my goodness (or lack there of)
this was nearly female perfection. Her creamy white flesh drew
my eyes to her form, "An Irish lass, for certain!", I thought,
the hot blooded nature of the Irish was renoun and with good
reason. I felt a rush of sexual heat as I spent more time gazing
at this Erin princess, I realized that I hadn't felt that
feeling for sometime. Her emerald green dress set off the
perfection of her heritage, as if God had only made the color
green for the exclusive use of Irish women. The dress left her
firm alabaster shoulders free, but gathered tightly around her
slender waist, and snugly cupped the globes of her generous
bosom, the only thing I was denied was the vision of her
undoubtedly lovely legs.
I passed behind her, for she was seated in the center of the
room, not unlike an idol for worship, I passed by her and
sauntered up to the bar. "Whiskey, neat", I said to the barkeep
as he approached me with a wary glance. I have made a "living"
off the mistakes in my kind's mythos, unable to drink anything
but blood is one of them. I can consume most drinks and foods,
but only with a minimum of proportions. Downing a fifth of
whiskey would make most people sick, and it would almost kill
any number of my people. I sat down and watched the redhead turn
down a dance from a stocky, well-built man in a department store
suit. I watched as her companions and her laugh afterward at
the man's feeble attempt to gain her permission. I
self-conciously looked at my attire, black tweed jacket with a
white silk shirt, gold herringbone chain. My legs where
contained in a pair of crisply ironed medium gray pants with
black socks and black Italian leather shoes. My previous
encounters had taught me that overdress and underdress were the
failings of many a man's attempts.
I sat and waited some more, 30 minutes passed as I sized up
the woman and concentrated on the rush of information from my
hieghtened senses. Mostly I could smell the heat and purity of
her blood as it raced through her veins. As by accident, one of
her companions noticed me staring and nudged the redhead with an
elbow. She turned and looked at me, and in an instant I knew
her thoughts.
It is not that my kind can read minds, but the body gives away
what the mind will not be able to control. The flush of blood
to her cheeks, the increase of her heart rate, and the suddenly
sweet wet heat of her sex as it flared as the erotic thoughts
raced through her mind. I stood with the most minimum of
effort, walked toward her, slowly, pacing each step out. I
wanted to give her time to scan me as well as read into my body
language for all things she was hoping for. As I came upon her
table I sensed the rest of her "troupe" had the same reactions
to me. The blonde was radiating enough heat to cause thermal
combustion to her panties, the Oriental's sex drive went into
high gear, and the brunette nearly orgasmed in sheer delight.
But I only had eyes for the stunning redhead. "Hello, my name is
Ian Trellis, would be deeply honored if you would consent to
dance with me.", I said in a low, sensual voice as I held out my
hand to this ripe Irish rose. She stood without a sound.
Sometimes when I truly put my mind to it, I can generate enough
sexual desire in a woman that words do indeed fail her. This
was one of those rarest of cases. As her slim red-tipped
fingers met my hand, a small jolt ran through my body, this
"fuck/feeding" was turning out to be more that even I suspected.
Rare is the woman who can cause my nearly sexless mind to reel,
but rarer is the woman that can set ,what would have been my
soul, on fire.
We cut a wide swath through the small crowd on the dance
floor and took up center stage (as it were) . I wrapped one
hand around her trim waist, and took the other trembling hand in
my other as we set off to dance. The music was not what I would
call romantic, but the bubble of romance that I had strove to
create, caused the atmosphere around us began to change the
senses of this gorgeous woman I held in my arms. Her eyes
softened and her chest began to heave, I watched as her passion
grew. And I was surprisingly enjoying myself as well
We danced several times, nary saying a word. She stared deep
into my soulless eyes and parted her lips as to envoke my kiss.
I watched as she licked her lips, the soft pink tongue slowly
caressing her full mouth began to cause my shrunken member to
awake. I clasped her tighter, crushing her full breasts against
my chest. I heard the gasp of a sigh escape her lips, her
breath spilling out and brushing past my neck and left ear.
Almost silently I whispered, "Dear woman, you are a vision of
beauty, might I know your name?". She started to speak, but had
to stop to swallow to allow speech, "My..my..name is
Hannah...Hannah O'Malley. I affraid you've gotten me rather
flustered, Mr. Trellis.", She said softly. I chuckled, and
said,"Well, Hannah, I'm an old fashioned type of gentleman. And
I will take your response as a great compliment!". And without
further words she pulled me into her with an almost wild
abandon. "I hope your not too old fashioned, Ian. I would love
for you to take me back to my place. I have such a horrid
desire I need to sate. You wouldn't feel put off by the fact
that I want to have mad passionate sex with you, would it?".
"Sadly, Miss O'Malley, I have succumb to that very notion
myself. I long for the touch of your body against mine. Do you
wish to stay here longer?" She laughed, by the First One, it
was the type of laughter that sweetens the air and makes one
think about Spring. She pulled me from the dancefloor and we
swept to her table, she grabbed her purse and after bidding her
jealous friends a "good night" we beat a hasty retreat into the
night.
We burst into the street and she was barely able to contain
her delight. I was most concerned that we would never make it
to her place. Not that I would care about the public display of
wanton sex, I was afraid of the sight of me feeding off this
adorable creatue would cause my downfall. "You car where is
it?" she asked with a husky, passion-filled voice. "Alas, I
have no transportation my lady, perhaps a cab is in order." I
replied. As luck would have it, a Yellow Cab swung around the
nearby corner and I hastened to flag it down. We nearly jumped
into the back seat as Hannah poured forth her address to the
startled cabbie. He gunned the engine and we were off to
Hannah's apartment. We cuddled in the back seat of that smoky
smelling cab, Hannah's blood pressure rose as she caressed the
nape of my neck and entwined her long fingers in my necklace. I
smiled, and without any thought to the cabbie, cupped her firm
right breast. A moan, almost silent, pushed through her lips,
as she responded to my actions. Her hand dropped to my lap and
gripped my now erect penis without hesitation. My sense of
smell carried to me the aroma of her drippingly wet pussy, I
reeled from the intrusion of this fragrance. I felt that the
cabbie must be as aware of her passion as I was. But he sat
there, oblivious to the overpowering smell of her sex.
In a matter of time, my hand found it's way down to her
dress. I slowly raised the hem to a point where I could put my
right hand up her dress. I smiled into her green eyes as I
touched the throughly soaked and saturated cotton panties. Her
clitoris was protruding and pushing against the confining french
cut panties. I slowly rubbed her love button and was amazed at
her self-control. Although her back arched, it did so slightly.
Her lips were tightly pressed together and her eyes went very
wide and extremely wild. I began to circle her clit with my
index finger and ground my middle finger's knuckle into her
pussy, dragging before it the cotton panties. This action
prompted much excitement in Hannah.
"Ooooh...ooh...oh...my...God" she said slowly and softly.
"I...fear...that you... might...cause me...to....c-c-c-come..
right... here..Ian!", she said in perfect rhythm with my
stroking. Again this brought a smile to my face, but I had to
control my urges for the main event was my nourishment and in
order to do that I had to have my partner/victim in the throes
of heated passion. I stopped stroking her clit, which had
reached epic proportions, and began to slide her dress back down
to it's normal position. I gazed over and Hannah was pouting as
to protest the cessations of my actions in a silent manner.
Luckly, the cab came to an abrupt stop, and the cabbie, who had
been quiet the entire trip, said, "Here's your stop, folks.". I
helped Hannah out, for her knees were a bit weak, paid the
cabbie plus a generous tip and we fled toward the doorway.
Hannah fumbled for her keys in her purse and I politely
waited until she located them and unlocked the door to a red
brick townhouse. Her face beamed as she pulled me into the
abode with a devil's grin upon her sexy face. By now, my senses
where at full awareness and I couldn't take my hungry eyes off
her. We walked into the kitchen where she placed her keys on
the counter. "Would you care for some red wine, Ian?" she
asked. I could only think of the "red wine" flowing in her
veins. My canine teeth where starting to lengthen as well as my
cock. "No Hannah, wine is not what I wish." I said in a soto
voice. She giggled and poured herself a glass, and without so
much as a word, led me to a stairwell just beyond the kitchen.
We climbed several steps and I began to caress her body as we
reached the bedroom. "I'll be back, Ian, don't go anywhere!"
she said in a hungry voice.
I looked around the room to find a matching dresser, bed, and
nightstand in white stain with a pink highlight the carpeting
was white as well. The bed was a canopy type and looked
extremely comfortable the whole effect of the room was one of
virginal purity. Hannah returned shortly with matches and red
candles, after lighting the candles she walked to me slowly.
We embraced, and I began to caress her in earnest. Squeezing
and plucking at her large, firm breasts and kissing her with
much passion. I felt down her slim waist to the swell of her
hips and reached around to grasp her firm buttocks. This
provided me with a low moan from Hannah, and the sex smell
wafted around me as before but with more intensity than in the
cab. I began to peel the emerald green dress from her, starting
with the zipper in the back. Slowly pulling it down as if I had
all night the material parted and the dress began to slip off
her dainty shoulders. It fell to the floor with a sound similar
to the wings of an owl. Thrusting out toward me were the most
marvelous pair of breasts and I was shocked to see that Hannah
was without a bra. I hadn't noticed it in the cab, but as I
drank in the vision of those two white globes of flesh (capped
with almost strawberry colored nipples) I felt a rush of heat.
As my eyes traveled further down her now exposed body I saw her
panties were darker around her sopping wet pussy. Her pubic
mound, only briefly hidden by the french cut panties, was
graced with the most minimal of fiery red pubic hair in a
perfect "V" shape. Her uncovered pussy now filled the room with
the fragrance of her excitement. Without further urging, Hannah
smiled and stepped out of the fallen dress. "Well, Ian, do I
excite you?", she said lustfully. I couldn't answer, my body
had become one with my erection. All I could think about was
the tastes, smells, sights, and sounds that our heated
lovemaking was going to create. I couldn't even think about the
taste of her hot blood at the most crucial of moments, as my
cock was straining painfully against the gray fabric of my
pants. "Ooooh my, dear Ian, I think that we had best release
the pressure in your trousers", she almost giggled. Slowly she
reached for me, and pulled me into a hot, wet, and passionate
kiss that left both of us gasping for air. She sunk slowly in
front of me, and before I could look down I felt her hot breath
on my still clothed crotch. I watched with fascination as she
tilted her head forward and began to tongue my zipper, and with
a quick nip she caught it in her pearly white teeth. I felt her
pulling down and her hands went around my thighs as she
struggled with the stubborn zipper. The grip of her hands on me
was almost one of desperation, as if her entire existance hinged
on getting the task at hand accomplished. With a pleased grunt
(that blew a hot breeze on my stiff member) she pulled the
zipper open. She licked my cock through the confines of my
boxer shorts, and sent a chill through my spine. After covering
it with kisses, she stood up and gave me a playful wink. "Gee,
do you feel any better Mr. Trellis?", she asked tartly. "No
Hannah, there is still quite a bit of pressure left in my poor
trousers. Could you find a better way to release it?", I
inquired, playing the same game.
With a giggle she dropped to her knees, grabbed my boxers by
the peehole and ripped my shorts wide open. My cock popped out
of my trousers and nearly slapped Hannah in the face. She let
out another of her glorious laughs and looked up at me with
adoration. And with an evil twinkle in her eye, dropped her
head back down and licked my entire length. "Aaaaah!!", I
moaned in pleasure, "Hannah, what a talented mouth you have!".
She began to lick and caress the head of my prick with her soft
moist tongue. Stopping ever so often to smother my testicles
with hot kisses that caused me to moan. I felt her breath on
the tip of my dick and suddenly my organ was buried in her hot
mouth, and was being coated with her saliva. She pulled on my
cock with her mouth as she sucked me from my base to the very
end. Gunting and groaning she covered my cock with her mouth
and tongue as she grabbed my ass with both hands to help me
thrust into her. She pulled it out and began to stroke it with
her left hand as she worked my belt with her right. With a
quick jerk, my belt came undone and a snap later, my pants
dropped to the ground. With an open palm she pushed me to the
bed and then down onto it. My shoes, socks, shirt, and gold
necklace soon landed amid the pile of clothing on the bedroom
floor. She straddled me and laid down upon me, I could feel the
heat of her body as she kissed me for what seemed like hours.
"Jesus, we'd better get on with it or I might soak the sheets
from wanting your dick in me so bad!", she moaned.
She sat up and wiggled down until our pubic hairs entwined.
I could feel her pussy wetting my cock as she seductivly ground
her hips into mine. As she rubbed her crotch into me in a
circular motion she coated my thighs, hips, and groin with her
hot, sexy juices. Lubrication was not going to be a problem
this evening!
I finally took charge, and pushed her off me and pinned her
to the bed. "I believe that I shall give you a stern tongue
lashing, Hannah!" I said. And without further delay, sunk my
face into her vagina and began to lick and nibble her engorged
clitoris with much vigor. She began to wiggle.
"Aaaah....oohh..please....oh my god.....Ian...stop...", she said
as she thrashed on the bed. My ministrations driving her to
work her butt into the sheets of the bed from the sensations.
The very taste of her, salty and musky pussy, was making my
task of working her into a sexual frenzy not very difficult. I
was begining to almost ache from the need to fuck this Irish
woman for all I was worth. But, I concentrated on licking her
clit and spreading the hot folds of her pussy to drive Hannah
almost to orgasm. "Aaaaaaah...please...Ian.....fuck..me
with...your...mouth...oh god...sooooo...gooood...AAAAGGGHHH!"
Hannah moaned and wiggled. She began to buck her hips up into
my face, this served only to drive my tormenting tongue into her
further.Faster and faster, the pace was quickening and before I
could calm this oversexed Irish nymph down she screamed,
"NOOO....OOOOH....SHIT...I...I...I'M CUMMING...OH SHIT...I'M
CUMMING!!" Her thighs clasping the sides of my head as her hips
thrust upward one last time furiously shoving her pussy into my
mouth.
As I slid my head out from between her quaking legs, I felt
the anger of the hunger that I had failed to satisfy. Both my
lust and my thirst were like sharp sticks being jabbed into my
body. One point of pain was in my groin, where my aching sex
lie hard as a rock and had been teased unmercifully. The other
pain was my growing need to feed, and feed soon. It, my hunger,
was more of a sharp pain that creased my brain dividing it in
left and right hemispheres. I was afraid that my true nature
was going to manifest itself and scare the shit out of the
exhausted woman. "Hmmmm, Ian that was marvelous. No other man
has made me cum by eating me out." she said triumphantly after a
few minutes. She rolled over and stuck her ass in my face. "I
know that you have something else for me. I believe I can
accept it now. Please feel free to fuck my brains out!" I
turned to see her wonderfully shaped ass beckoning me to invade
it. I suddenly felt angry, very fucking angry. I think that it
was the slutty way that she was speaking. Instead of
maintaining the illusion of a teenager's fantasy, she thrust her
ass at me vulgarly and begged like a whore to be mounted in
"doggy" style. The rage had built up in me and I had to act.
Spreading her thighs I pushed into her pussy and drove my entire
eight inches into her. "Uuughh!", she grunted as I impaled her,
"Ian, that's a little rough!". I didn't care anymore, my mind
and actions were being driven for my hunger's/lust's
satifaction. Pushing, bucking, and thrusting I began to fuck
this bitch with a mad passion, I watched as my motion sent
ripples in her flesh throughout her white creamy ass.
"Ugh..Ohh...Aaaah..Ian...fuck me hard....do it.....!" she spit
out between the hard thrust of my cock. I reached up and
grabbed her by her hips and began to pull her into my cock
savagely. I felt the hot wetness surround my enlarged organ as
I rammed my dick into her with wild abandon. I pushed my
thighs against hers without remorse and spread her legs to their
maximum width. This brought nothing but heightened arousal in
this redhaired bitch. She was enjoying my abuse!! "Oooh yes
baby...take my dick...oooh I'm gonna fuck you until you can't
walk!" I found myself saying! Suddenly I felt my canine teeth
lengthen to their fullest, and the world became a red haze. I
realized that the feeding frenzy was coming without stopping! I
leaned forward and grabbed Hannah's tits, one beautiful mound in
each hand. I squeezed and kneaded her large tits as I felt her
nipples go rock hard. I could feel her ass come up as I rammed
into her with all my might. Hannah was slowly being scooted
across the bed from being fucked so hard!! But instead of being
angry she was getting hotter and hotter. She moaned and
whispered as her pussy spasmed all around my cock. Her vagina
muscles were miking my cock for all they where worth, I was in
heaven. "Ooooooohhhh..aaaahh....not..a...a..again...Ian...my
pussy...so hot...so wet....I'm gonna....oh fuck...", She said
gasping at each thrust. I was ready to cum, my testicles where
flat against my crotch and the head of my cock was twitching
with pre-orgasmic convulsions. With a growl I buried my face in
her neck, and as my volcanic orgasm hit, I bit down and drew a
bright splash of red blood. I felt the cum literally jet out of
my cock and rocket into Hannah's vulva. With a heave I crammed
my dick into her as far as I could push.
"AAAAGGGGHH!!!...IAN!!....WHAT THE FUCK!!....OH SHIT!..I'M
CUMMING...I..CUM...I CUM....MING..... I'M DYING!.. STOP....STOP
IT....OH PLEASE STOP IT...I CAN'T................
YOU...MOTHERFUCKER....AAARRGGHHH!!!!".
I drank as fast as possible. The blood was splattering
against my inner cheeks and nearly up and out my nose. The
entire bedspread was being dyed red. Hannah's body went into
spasms as her lifeblood rushed out of her and into me. I think
at one point she let out a whimper, but my hated thirst made me
forget if it was real or my guilt. Gulping as fast as I can, I
felt my throat opening to accomodate the rushing red river that
was pouring down it. At last, it was over. My hunger died and
something new took it's place. Horror. Absolute sheer horror, I
looked down in disbelief as Hannah died without another word.
And for the first time since my "turning" I cried. I cried,
wept, and screamed at the unfairness of this existance. I
rolled her over, weeping in her hair as I clutched her tightly
to my body. Slowly, I gathered my clothes and dressed. Silence
reigned as I stepped out of the bedroom. I noticed the clock,
and realized that we had only been there a single, solitary
hour. But, to my disgrace, that was just another long hour for
me and the last hour for Hannah.
Another night. Hunger. I pulled myself from the hiding
place I had created in an ancient mausolem in an old cemetary.
As I opened my casket the sorrow from the night of Hannah's
death enveloped me again. I had been this way for a couple of
days now. I stepped from inside my sleeping chamber I felt the
presence of something!! Quickly shifting into a defensive
posture I growled. My lips split showing the intruder the fangs
contained therein and my vision went red. I began to take a
breath to roar at the foolish mortal that he or she had
disturbed the sleep of a four hundred year old vampire!! But
instead I was greeted by a familar voice:
"Hello, Ian. I see we meet again!" Hannah said.
This is my first attempt at this type of writing I hope you
enjoyed it.
C.Newman
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