Her eyes flashed open as she came instantly awake in her moonlit room. Something must have started her, but what? At first her senses detected nothing. She could see nothing, hear nothing, or even smell anything out of the ordinary, but then she felt a slight chill in the air, which was out of the ordinary. She just sensed something or someone was in there with her, something that seemed wrong, but she had no idea what it could be.
Her eyes slowly scanned the room, first the door and then the windows. They were still shut and locked as she had left them before retiring for the night. She swung her head, looking around the few furnishings, only a dressing table, wardrobe and chair. Nothing. Her eyes looked to the deep shadow in one corner, and her mouth fell open, as a startled, “What?” escaped between her lips. Was she dreaming, this was the start of one of her fantasies, something she craves.
About six feet above the floor were two stabbing points of shining red light. She starred transfixed as a form seemed to detach itself from the darkness and appear to glide towards her.
Shaking now, her eyes still fixed on the dual points of light, she pulled herself back up the bed, drawing her knees up protectively in front of her. She saw now that the twin points were in fact eyes, and pulled up her bedclothes seeking to cover herself, protect herself from what ever creature they may belong to.
The figure drew closer and she noticed that it was draped in a long black cloak, which reached from its’ broad shoulders to trail on the floor at its feet. As the front of the cloak parted slightly her eyes dropped to see an ebony cane gripped in a pale long-fingered hand. Perhaps thirty inches in length long, the shiny smooth wood was topped with a silver-coloured orb, which reflected the pale white moonlight, which seeped passed the gap in the curtains.
Arms swept upward, then shoulders rolled throwing the cloak back, exposing not only a crimson lining, but also the white, firm and totally naked body of the man, which it had concealed. He moved slowly towards her as she sat, as if hypnotized, unable to either move or speak.
Reaching towards her, his right hand seized the covers she held protectively beneath her chin. At his questioning look, and beneath his penetrating gaze, she released her grip, and he pulled them roughly from the bed, throwing them to the floor. He stood back and stared down at her. The thin, almost sheer nightdress she wore did little to conceal her body, but still he frowned his displeasure. With one hand still curled around his black cane, the other grasped the silver orb and twisted.
“No!” she shrieked, as much as in shock as in fear as he pulled free a long rapier blade, and lowered its tip slowly towards her throat. Her eyes went wide with fear.
With a flick of his wrist the razor-sharp steel blade cut through the collar of her nightdress. Deftly and smoothly he swept it downwards, from her neck, down the deep cleavage between her breasts, down over her stomach before finally cutting through the hem. The nightdress fell slightly open to reveal the smooth inner curves of her white breasts, a hint of their darker pink nipples, and the almost downy looking delta between her legs. As he stared deep into her eyes she pulled back the torn material, easing it back over her shoulders. Letting it slide down her arms, she lay naked on the bed before him, her arms at her sides, and her legs slightly parted.
“Hrr yes!” he almost growled.
He smiled down on her, and his almost jet black lips parted as he licked them, moistened them before lowering his face towards her neck, his long tongue now snaking out between them. Her lips were dry, and her fear had abated. She ran her tongue around them. Her pussy felt warm as she squeezed her legs together, writhing slightly.
“Oh yes!” she sighed at the first touch of his wet tongue and cold breath upon her naked flesh as he peered up into her eyes. His own ruby coloured eyes seemed to glisten as they appeared to see inside her very soul.
“Yes, yes! Use me,” she moaned, “Take me, take me to places I haven’t even dreamed of.”
He gave her a wicked lop-sided smile.
Her skin tingled as his tongue traced a line down her chest, and down between her breasts. As his head moved slowly lower, his cold fingertips stroked gently over her shoulder, and then down to cup her breasts. He lowered his head, his mouth moving from one firm tit to the other as he stroked, squeezed and sucked hard. She shivered, his mouth was almost the temperature of ice causing her deep pink nipples to stand long and hard when he sucked upon them. She felt pain, but a pleasurable pain in her solid nipples.
He nibbled on her ear, sucked the lobe, and then she felt a stabbing pain in her neck as if she had been bitten. As he raised his head she realized she had. Her night visitor had fangs, from which her warm blood slowly dripped. He was a vampire. But far from dread she felt full of lust and passion.
“Aaah!” she gasped as his long fingers gripped and squeezed her breast, all the while his tongue licking slowly lower, lower over her stomach.
He stroked her soft pliant flesh, pulling his fingers up to twirl and pinch at her nipples again. His hands felt warmer. A heat began to build between her legs, and her juices began to well up inside her, and eager anticipation made her softly moan.
Stroking down over her breast, his hand continued downward over her waist to her hip as his tongue licked down the trail of blood She murmured softly as she felt it stroke over the front of her thigh, and move down between her legs. His hand pulled at the inside of her right thigh, forcing her legs wider apart. He breathed in deeply, sighing at the smell of her scent in his nose, and the taste of her fresh blood on his tongue. Growling softly, he once more lowered his head.
“Aaah!” she almost screamed as he closed his mouth around her pussy, and sucked hard. Again she moaned as he pushed his long hot tongue deep inside her. His tongue swirled hotly around and around, before he licked her juices into his mouth, and sighed deeply. Once more raising his head he allowing them to slide down the inside of his throat.
She felt slightly frustrated as he stood, once more to gaze down on her naked body, his forehead wrinkled in thought, He nodded slightly and moved to the foot of the bed, unclasping his cloak, and letting it fall. He turned and faced her.
Her eyes fell immediately to his long and thick white length, growing from a field of jet-black curly hair. Again her tongue slipped between her lips to moisten them, as she imagined how good that would feel inside her. But...
He bent and retrieved his cane from where he had let it drop, gripping it in his left hand. She felt unable to move, as trepidation grew within her. “What did he mean to do?” she wondered, her eyes going slightly wide as they fixed on his.
He smiled, and pushed her legs even wider apart.
His left hand came towards her, the tip of the cane stoking up her inner thigh. “No!” she thought, unable to speak the word. Higher and higher it slowly rose up her leg, before coming to rest, pushing gently against the swollen lips of her pussy. He circled it gently between her lips, parting them, before slowly guiding it into her slit.
“Mmm,” she tried to moan as it slid smoothly into her wet pussy. There appeared to be almost no friction at all, little she could feel as he pulled it slightly out. In, out, in, out, he started to fuck her with the smooth cane, as she raised her hips, eager to take more as sensation returned.
In and out, she opened her eyes and looked down over her naked body to the owner, and wielder of the cane she felt moving inside her. His eyes were focused between her legs, and he wore a smirk on his lips, but her attention was drawn to his right hand, his long fingers were wrapped around his cock stroking.
She watched as its purple tip appeared than disappeared as he stroked firmly up and down. Up and down, up and down. She saw the first trace of his cum seeping upward through his slit. It seemed to shine in the moon light.
As he noticed her watching, he stopped, and slowly withdrew his cane from her pussy. She noted that the end shone wetly with her juices as he raised it to his mouth, and sucked it clean.
Letting the cane drop once more he walked up the side of the bed to stand looking down upon her face. He reached down and curled one hand behind her head. Tangling his fingers in her hair he turned it to face towards him. He pulled her towards him, as his other hand wrapped around the base of his large solid cock. He tilted it downward, and pushed it between her lips into her hot and wet mouth. She moaned around it, and almost gagged, as he forced her to take it all the way in.
She sucked and licked as he grabbed her head in both hands, pulling her forwards and pushing her back as he fucked her mouth. Her mouth watered, coating his length with her saliva, until satisfied she had done enough for him there he pulled it from her mouth.
Letting go of her head he moved his hand in a circling motion, ordering her to turn over to kneel face down. Her eyes followed him, as once more he strode to the foot of the bed. The bed shook beneath her, as he climbed up to kneel between her legs. She felt his hand come down above her left hip, and turned to look over her right shoulder. His right hand was steering his cock towards her. Suddenly, she felt a sharp push at her anus.
“No!” she silently screamed into the pillow beneath her face. “Not there! I want it in my dripping pussy.” thoughts raced through her head. She had no say in what would happen.
“Aaah!” she moaned in her mind, as he half fell on her back, driving himself hard into her.
She bit hard on the soft pillow, her fingers digging deeply into it.
“Aah! yes!!” she felt like screaming out loud again, but not at the pain he was giving her. There was pain, but pain, which bought pleasure, pleasure, which made her body quiver. He drew his hips back, then again drove his hard cock back into her. Again she wanted to cry out, her pleasure mounting, her pussy seemed afire.
Out then in, out then in he took her. She felt his hot breath on her neck, felt the pressure of teeth. Out then in.
“Yees! Yeess! Yeess!” was her only thought, as he bit her neck, his cock jerking, his cum spurting into her tight hole.
Her orgasm sent shock waves out from her clit spreading through her pussy, her anus, across her tits shocking her hard erect nipples. Her nerves tingled all over her body as she felt hot cream flood into her arse again and again.
He pulled his cock from her, and stepped from the bed. Bending, he retrieved his cloak and swung it around his shoulders before fastening the clasp at his throat. As if freed now, she rolled to her side, raising a hand to feel her neck where he had bitten her, almost certain of what she would find. She brought her hand down and examined it. It was clean, not a trace of the blood she had expected to see.
“But he’s a...” she thought, “Isn’t he?”
She stared at his back as he began to merge into the shadows.
“Well if he is,” she mused, “he didn’t want to take me fully tonight, at least not that way.”
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