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Music of my Damnation (mf,vamp)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
This story isn't by me. It was originally written by William Spencer-Hale
and appeared in Volume 1 Issue 3 of Blue Blood Magazine.
This story contains consentual sex between a male and a female, as well
as biting, blood letting, and vampirism. If this isn't your cup of tea,
hit 'n' now.
^L
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Music of My Damnation - William Spencer-Hale
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The throb of the techno-beat pierced his brain like an ice pick.
Darwyn sat quietly at the darkened bar, holding the scotch and water that
he had ordered nearly an hour ago away from his body as if it were a
severed head. He glanced apathetically over his shoulder to view the
pitiful mortals thrashing about in time to the music, each attempting to
dance more seductively than their peers. How he hated their pathetic
little mating ritual. Every male attempting to be so cool and erotic as
the throw their bodies around to the beat, every female so coy and
mysterious behind her dyed-black hair and thick eye-liner. It was the
same ritual every night, perhaps the faces changed, perhaps not. They all
looked so much alike it was hard to tell. He wondered if they could even
identify themselves in this darkened cavern of sweat and phermones.
Darwyn sat in silence as the fog machines belched forth their
cotton-candy aroma and began to obscure him from the other patrons at the
club. He had always liked it this way; being virtually alone even in a
crowd. He could peer through the haze and watch the shadows dance wildly
about the fog., seeming to have no source of origin. It was now that he
felt the most comfortable. Still, he could not allow himself to feel at
ease. Mortals could not be trusted.
Darwyn wondered, as he often did, who was the more cursed of the
two species? The vampire, like himself, cast into a life of stark
lonliness, forever driven by the lust for warm blood or the humans who
constantly pretend to be something more than they are in their futile
quest to find love and companionship. At least Darwyn had accepted his
lonliness, it was a lesson that most humans had yet to learn.
Darwyn stood up, smoothed over the wrinkles in his black leather
trench coat and carelessly brushed his long chestnut-hued hair from his
eyes. As a passing thought, he extinguished the cigarette which he had
lit some moments ago but had not bothered to smoke. It was time to go. He
glided across the dance floor toward the exit. The mock-goth patrons of
the bar made way for him as he did so, creating a tunnel of sorts which
led to the escape of the cool night air. Humans could always smell a
predator. As the fire red glow of the exit sign illuminated his face, he
caught a reflection in the corner of his mirrored shades, a reflection
that, for a moment, almost made his dead heart beat again.
He turned to look, not believing that someone so beautiful could
possibly exist, let alone be standing so close. But Darwyn was wrong.
Before him stood something more than human, even more than vampire. A
vision so lovely that it shamed him for being the monster that he was.
Darwyn stood motionless, speechless as her eyes met her own in the
reflection of his mirrorshades, although seeming frantic to find his. He
slowly reached his hand up to remove his glasses. Apprehension began to
creep into every fiber of his being as he feared that her image was
nothing more than his own subconscious reflected onto the surface of his
glasses. Once more, Darwyn was wrong.
She was still there, her long, curly fire-red hair falling softly
upon her shoulders as she fixed her eyes into his. Darwyn felt himself
gasp as he peered deep into those dark green orbs. He watched as they
mutated the reflection of the gathered crowd into something akin to
dancing angels. Angels which danced to the music of his damnation. He
peered deeper still and was lost.
Darwyn felt a soft caress on his right hand and it served as the
means of travelling back from whatever dream world he had been
transported to. He looked down to view it's source and spied his vision
once more, smiling nervously upon him. It would seem that this was real.
"Who are you?" Darwyn managed to stammer over the migrane
inducing blur of techno-noise. "Please... have we met before?"
"Yes!" She replied with a gasp, her eyes holding frantically onto
Darwyn's. "We must have, you seem so familiar." She stood as if frozen,
her fingers gently caressing the curves of his palm and thrilling in the
icy tingles that it sent up his arm.
"You're so cold.... Why?"
"I'm dead." Darwyn replied matter-of-factly, expecting her to
flee from him and his dream to suddenly end as so many had before.
Instead, she simply smiled and gazed away, her expression reminiscent of
one remembering a dream.
"What is your name?" Darwyn asked, surprised that she still stood
before him.
"Dance with me." was the only reply that she gave, her eyes once
more locked onto his as she tightened the grip on his hand.
She exerted just enough force to guide him away from the crowded
exit and back onto the dance floor. Once there she cast away her
inhibitions and threw herself into his waiting arms. Darwyn closed his
eyes and smiled to himself although he silently wept for her in the
darkness of his heart for she knew not what the night had in store. As
one they danced, grinding their bodies together in time with the music,
eyes locked as they each searched for answers to questions yet to be asked.
The bass throb of the music grew faster in intensity and so did
their passion. Darwyn smiled to himself once again as he felt her slide
up the length of his thigh and come to rest upon his cock. He reached
around, cradling the warm flesh of her ass in his hands, pressing her
closer to him as he did in order to feel her breasts, soft and warm
agianst his chest. His mouth found hers, their tongues fighting for
dominance over the other as they glorified in the taste of one another.
Darwyn felt his erection growing larger with each passing moment and so
did the mortal angel that cupped it in her hand. She stroked the length
of it beneath his torn denims in time to the music, frustration beginning
to play across her face because of her inability to grasp it fully.
Darwyn pulled back and broke the lock that their lips had made.
He gazed down upon her without a word and her silence was all the answer
that he would require. He took her by the hand and led her towards the
exit, passion boiling within him and guiding his every step. She followed
closely, not wanting to lose her lover in the confusion of the crowd.
Within seconds they were outside, yet the cool night air washing over
them did nothing to extinguish the fires of their lust.
Once in Darwyn's midnight blue Carmen Ghia, they rumbled out of
the parking lot toward the heart of the city and Darwyn's apartment. It
was only seconds before her desire overpowered her once again. As Darwyn
drove through the crumbling expanse of the city, his new-found partner
slid over and began to slowly unbutton his jeans, a coy smile etched upon
her face as she did so. She reached in and removed his cock, still
throbbing with passion as it had back at the bar and began to slowly
stroke it once again. She smiled to herself as she looked up to see his
expression. Darwyn's eyes were half-closed and his lips were slightly
parted as his lust overcame him. Without wasting anymore time she softly
kissed the head of his cock and then opened her mouth to accept it.
Darwyn sighed aloud as he felt her hot tongue run up the underside of his
cock. She was pleased with his reaction. She began to slowly glide her
mouth up and down the length of his cock, each time stopping to lick the
pre-cum from its swollen head. As she did this, Darwyn reached around her
and cupped her breasts through her blouse, kneading each one in turn as
she lovingly sucked on his erection. She suddenly stopped but only long
enough to remove her blouse and bra in order to easily fascilitate her
lover's desires. Once this was completed she immediately thrust her head
back into his lap and filled her mouth with his cock.
Darwyn began to drive faster, wishing that he did not live so far
away from the club and as he accelerated, so did she. She was no longer
holding back in her lusts, her intentions were quite clear. She had
reached around behind herself, lifted her skirt and moved her panties
aside, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit with the same attention that
she gave to the throbbing cock that filled her mouth. Upon viewing this,
Darwyn knew that he could not hold out much longer and gave himself
completely to his lust. She seemed to sense this and she tried to take
more of his hot meat into her mouth with every stroke.
The car suddenly stopped as they arrived at his apartment, but
she did not falter in her passion. She would have her reward. She
continued her pace as before, intoxicating herself on his musky scent as
she lightly scraped her teeth across his cock each time that she came up.
Unable to stand it any longer, Darwyn grunted as the semen began to
build; he had reached the boiling point and could not turn back. He
grunted as his cum erupted into her mouth. As he came, so did she, her
screams of pleasure muffled by the spurting dick that she held tightly in
her mouth.
Their tide of passion subsided, but only for a moment. They
exited the car, still half-dressed and rushed towards Darwyn's apartment.
Once inside, Darwyn wasted no time and pressed his lover against a wall.
She responded by tilting her ass outwards and spreading her legs wider.
She looked over her shoulder to see her lover looming over her, preparing
to enter the folds of her warm cunt. Their eyes met once more and he
could sense her pleading for him tro hurry.
As he entered her, he felt the walls of her cunt contract in
orgasm. She screamed, this time unimpeded in the cries of passion and her
sighs echoed across the darkened living room of the apartment. Then it
happened. Darwyn felt a different kind of lust rise within him and he
mournfully bowed his head as he remembered what he was.
She was beautiful, and, for a short time, had made him forget
about the curse that haunts him every night. But he knew that such
beautiful moments could never last, they never do. This saddened Darwyn
but did not stop him from what he wanted most - her life's blood.
She tilted her head back as the waves of pleasure rippled through
her, completely ignorant to the monster that now lurked behind her.
Darwyn caught glimpse of her throat, sweat rolling down the lovely white
skin that clothed her carotid artery. He would wait no longer.
He leaned forward, sinking his cock to the hilt of her cunt,
feeling her firm ass pressing against his abdomen as he pinned her to the
wall. His teeth sank deep into her flesh, piercing the throbbing artery
easily. She gasped, more from the surprise than pain and for a moment
tried to struggle but stopped as the waves of orgasm rushed through her
once again. Darwyn drank deeply of her passionate blood as he did so,
began to thrust deeper into her warm depths. Once her orgasm subsided she
did not resist. Instead, she gave herself completely to Darwyn, wanting
more and more to feel his cum inside of her. And Darwyn would not
disappoint her.
He continued to drink from her passionate, crimson well. His
thrusts were becoming more and more urgent with each passing moment and
he knew it would not be long before his lust would overtake him again. He
felt her grow weak in his arms from blood loss. The time had come, he
could wait no longer. With a final thrust, his cum jetted into her
depths. He held her tightly as her tight cunt milked his dick of every
last drop of cum. He relaxed his grip and she turned to face him, a soft
smile decorating her pale face. Her eyes met his and then she collapsed
unconscious in his arms.
Darwyn carried her lovingly to a darkened room and an awaiting
bed and layed her gently upon it. She softly opened her eyes and looked
up at him in the darkness of the quiet room. For an eternity they stared
at one another, caressing the soul of the other with peaceful eyes.
She knew what she had become. She had dreamed of it years before
and prayed that it would become reality ever since. It seems that dreams
do come true. Her smile became broader upon her face. She knew that she
would never have to leave him now and that she cradled this thought
affectionately and took it to sleep with her. As sleep overtook her,
Darwyn strolled quietly over to the window and stared out into the
sleeping city. Perhaps humans and vampires were not so different after
all or perhaps it just doesn't matter......
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