Vampire Erotica
"Google and the Vampire," a Vanilla Halloween sex story by Anna Keraleigh
Bizarre Gallery 3, by Gernot (prints available at ObsessionArt.com starting at $36.75)
I Googled my name today.
Silly, this I know, but I typed my full name in that tiny search box anyway. Four hundred hits, I was a little bewildered. The pages seemed endless and not one of those names was I. Not a single site matched anything about me, no bio, no historic stories. I was so feared they would kneel before me, yet I had nothing on record.
The nerve of these humans.
I've saved their lives for a thousand years and they don't even name a damned stupid street after me. I could kill them all and suck them dry. Instead, I hunt in the shadows, killing other vampires who prey on the weak.
I skipped over the pages on porn; apparently, a porn star had my name, I could look that up later. Yes, vampires watch porn too. I ignored the poet whose lines were duller than watching a dog shit. So many pages, so many humans with my name, and yet, none of them amount to anything.
They are nothings, I’m Breen. I’m a hero! I’m a Vampire!
My fangs eased from my gums and the need to feed on warm, delicate flesh plagued me. In frustration, I jumped to the last page. There, in small print, on the very last entry – an unknown blog – my name appeared and the words vampire myths. Clicking on the little site finally revealed that someone cares – someone had dedicated a two page rendering of a myth that was I. She even had the names and places correct.
I spent hours going over her pages, every sentence and every word memorized like a favorite photo. She was smart, this one, a pretty, untamed woman that called to my primal side.
She remembered me and I knew who to visit for a midnight snack. I knew who I would turn this century, to keep me company in the wee hours of the night.
The fiery redhead who had penned my history.
Her house was a small cottage in Maine. White picket fences and so many flowers it brightened the darkness of the night. I could smell her, even from this distance, her scent teased my nostrils and I followed it to an open window. She wore glasses; they rested on her delicate nose as she sat before the computer screen. Her fingers typed away, a mad woman on a rant, and I was utterly fascinated by the site. She seemed to completely tone out the world, until a black cat rubbed against her leg. I guess that meant break time. She smiled and murmured words to the feline who was gladly scooped into her arms. A place I longed to be. It wasn’t long before she was out of sight; I heard her rumbling around and quickly let myself in. Being as old as I was, misting through glass was as easy as watching the sunset. I collected my molecules and stood motionless beside her computer.
Soon, I was rewarded with her gasp, and the glass of milk in her hand plunged to the floor. Glass shattered, milk splashed, and the cat scrambled from the room.
“You…you’re…you’re…” she stuttered, finally closing her mouth as I took a single step toward her.
“Yes, I am.”
“But…but you’re supposed to be…”
“I assure you, I’m very much alive.” I smiled wickedly, letting my fangs slip past my lips. I moved closer and gently reached up to remove her glasses. She licked her lips suggestively. That was a very good sign. “I think you should sit down on the bed.” She nodded absently; my true nature inspired a strange obedience in humans. This beauty was no different. She watched me from the bed, and I removed my long black coat, a cliché—I know—who do you think started it? My muscles bunched as my shirt slipped from my fingertips and onto her floor.
“Do you like what you see?” She nodded again, her tongue once again sneaking free to tease. “Why don’t you do the same?”
She excitedly pulled her pajama shirt over her head, her bare breasts calling to my fangs like an addiction. Her nipples were so large, the breast would surely fit into my hand and that lovely pink nipple would fit nicely between my fangs. She moaned and grabbed for them. She pinched her breasts. I loosened my belt, slowly opening the button and lowering the zipper. It was so quiet I could easily hear the rush of blood through her body and the quickening heartbeat as I approached. “They’re mine,” I growled, and did as I wished. My fangs sunk into the sensitive flesh on either side of her left nipple. Sucking the warm, red, delicious blood from her body, my tongue slipped free and flicked as she gasped. She did that a lot.
When my thirst was quenched, I moved away. She groaned, grabbed my forearms.
“Take off all your clothes, I want to see your tender pink flesh and eat you up,” I said.
She complied, removing her pants and panties in one swoop. Ah, yes, that’s what I wanted to see, that beautiful flesh. The best place to bite is that lovely, large lip. The taste is just exquisite. “Lay back and open your legs.”
Her knees parted, further and further until I could lie between them. She had the most beautiful, pale skin and a patch of red hair, groomed in the shape of flames, just above her clit. “Damn, sexy!” I had never seen a design quite like that before. “Should I tease you? Lick your lips and dip my tongue into your hole? Or should I suck that clit and make you scream?”
She seemed to like both suggestions and tilted her hips toward my face.
“Which do you want? Answer me!”
“Scream.” She spoke so softly.
I leaned closer, my breath fanning across her hole before I pressed my tongue against her clit. She bucked and I swirled my tongue roughly, fangs pierced as I sucked, her body reared beneath me. She did indeed scream, long, loud, and out of control. Her back arched, her nipples puffed. But soon she returned to the bed. Her eyes were wide as they found mine. “Don’t worry my dear, there will be more.”
I stood and slowly removed my tight pants. My cock finally freed and swelling with the feast laid out before me. I crawled over her, straddling her chest so my balls dragged across her torso. “You have such soft skin.” Her nipples were big, hard pebbles as I heaved my cock across them. First the left, and then the right. I held them so they created a cove for my eight inches of hardness. The pleasure swarmed my senses. Cum trickled from my tip and dressed her skin delightfully. I pumped, squeezed those breasts, and groaned.
“Open your mouth.”
She did—wide—and greedily licked the underside of my dick. She grazed her teeth and sucked the tip as my hips thrust.
“Suck harder.”
Her cheeks hollowed out, ecstasy swam through my system, and my fangs lengthened. Sweet bliss, I was so close.
“Enough!”
She simply opened her mouth and I bounced free. My fingers pulled on her nipples, little tugs that had her teeth grinding. I was between those long legs once again.
“On your side…” Her breasts shifted, hung slightly to the right as she positioned herself. I couldn’t resist another hard pull of those tips. She gasped, her face pressed into her purple pillow. I bent her knee, lifted her leg and shoved two fingers quickly into her pussy. So wet, so ready. Her taste still lingered as I positioned my cock, ready to show her how to scream, how to really climax. My tip swirled around her entrance, and I straddled her other leg. There was no warning, no testing, I simply shoved my cock deep into her in one long thrust. She screamed then, muffled by that pillow, and gripped my rod intensely.
“That’s it.” I yanked one nipple hard and began moving. Slowly out, a hard quick pump in. Every movement was pure pleasure and she squirmed. I fucked her in every sense of the word, torturing her nipples until they turned red. “You are mine. My toy, my partner, my woman!”
She screamed the word yes. Her orgasm exploded through her body.
“Fucking perfect!”
I ground our pelvises, pressed deep against her womb as my body fractured. My vampire sperm shot out and coated her insides. She screamed again, her entire body convulsing in pleasure. I neglected to tell her that my cum could cause the most intense orgasm in a female. Her eyes closed tightly, her mouth hung open, and she milked my cock for every drop.
“You are mine!” I continued to pump into her, spreading the sperm to every inch of her sensitive pussy flesh.
She smiled, showed her own shiny white fangs. “And you are mine.” Her fangs sunk into my forearm, sending my body into a tailspin. We rolled around the bed, blood pumping wildly through our systems until we landed on the floor. She lay atop my body.
“I do love a muscled vampire.” She licked blood from her lips, slithered down my body. Her wet pussy pressed against my thigh, rubbing wildly as she made her way lower, lower still. My cock jutted proudly and she bit me just above it, causing another burst of thick white liquid to decorate her face. “Mine!” She grabbed my erection with her lips, and it disappeared into her mouth. Deep, deeper still into her throat until I once again blew my load. She sucked and bit until I had nothing left to give. I passed out on her cream-colored floor, from blood loss or exhaustion, I don’t know. I felt her nipples against my chest, her pussy straddling my leg and rubbing furiously for another orgasm. What a woman. What a vampire. All mine.
Originally published October 2010
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