Vampire Erotica
"The Vampire's Proposition," a sexy story by Fiona
Symbolism by Dirk Westphal, available at ObsessionArt.comI sensed him entering the room. Even when mortal, I had always been able to feel his power...it preceded him, and filled the space around him. I was packing my clothes into an overnight bag, but stopped when I felt him there, silently regarding my ass. Just knowing he was looking at me made me self conscious. I felt my skin start to prickle, as if I was beginning to sweat, although my body didn't produce water anymore.
It's phantom sweat!
I stifled a nervous giggle, because it wasn't that funny.
I should turn and face him.
I'll wait. I would willingly spend hours admiring your beautiful curves.
I whirled around to face him.
"Get out of my head! If you have something to say to me, say it out loud!"
He raised an eyebrow.
"Are you still angry with me? Is that why you planned to leave without telling me?"
I tried to look him directly in the eye, but got lost in their light blue depths. It felt like I was swimming in ice water, but instead of chilling me, it created heat that puckered my nipples and made my abdomen feel warm down to my upper thighs. I felt fluids begin to leak out, and my clit pushed itself out from under its hood, demanding attention. The texture of my lace thong was suddenly so erotic I wanted to rip it off in a frantic attempt to stop the sensation.
Concentrate!
"Um...yes. I mean...no. And you know why I'm angry with you."
He moved closer fluidly, as if he glided, as if his feet didn't touch the ground.
Maybe he's levitating? He could probably fly if he wanted to.
I heard a low chuckle in my head.
"As a matter of fact, I can. There is much that I can do that you don't know about yet. Much that no one else knows about because they have not lived long enough to learn the parameters of their own power."
Don't look into his eyes!
He moved his arm forward slowly, so I could follow it. He put one finger under my chin and lifted my face up. He looked into my eyes, his gaze so intense I was sure he read my every thought...every desire, past and present.
He lowered his head and his lips brushed against mine.
I tried not to yield but my body responded of its own accord. I pressed forward and leaned against him. He was hard all over, but not from working out, though he was as finely-sculpted as a statue of a Greek god.
Roman god.
That voice in my head acted like a splash of cold water in my face. I pushed his chest and felt him allow me to move back from him, which was the only way I could have broken his hold.
“Okay, Roman...whatever. I know you have been alive that long. I was writing your memoirs for you, remember? Or at least I was until you stole my mortality from me."
He grimaced.
"I had no choice. Some of the younger elders were afraid you might reveal what I was telling you to other mortals. I had to take you myself, or they would have allowed you to be torn apart by their dogs."
I shuddered, remembering the unholy savagery of the vampire dogs I had glimpsed right before he pulled me out of bed and leapt out the window, carrying me as easily as if I weighed nothing.
"But you took the choice away from me! You promised me that I could choose whether or not to cross over. I wanted to fall in love...to get married...to someday have children. Now that's impossible!"
He shrugged elegantly, his every gesture reflecting manners long-forgotten, a formal way of communicating that seemed so out-of-place in a world of slang and text-speak.
He backed away, to lean against the computer desk.
"Did you not enjoy the experience, Brianna?"
I was already shaking my head when he bombarded me with images so vivid I felt as if I was living inside of them again. My knees began to shake, and I sank back down onto the bed.
-*-
I had felt his teeth pierce my neck right over the jugular and closed my eyes against the pain. When I opened them a second later, I was in a room I had never seen before. There were low couches all around the spacious room. The floor was made of marble, as were the pillars beyond which I could see mountains. The countryside was unfamiliar, everything was in bloom, and there was the lilting sound of music being played on stringed instruments.
My attention was abruptly captured as I felt my garment being removed, and I was pushed to lie down, but by whom? I was not surprised to see Marcus standing there...but it was not the Marcus I know.
Whereas the vampire I know as Marcus has a body sculpted out of ivory marble, this Marcus was brimming with vitality. He was an Italian man in the prime of his life. His brown hair was cut short, but some errant curls stubbornly refused to lie down. His eyes were still the same pale blue, but the power that I expected to see was not there. They were just eyes...eyes now smoldering with heat. They narrowed as he began to lick my toes.
“Lie back and relax, princess. I will be leaving with my legion in the morning, but first I want to burn my memory into your flesh, so no other man will ever be able to satisfy you. I want you to cry out my name in the middle of the night, awakening in a pool of your own juices, craving only my touch."
I was shocked at the words that came out of my mouth.
"I am promised to another. When he discovers you have defiled me, he will kill you!"
He smiled as his hands gently massaged up my legs. He knelt down and began to lick them beginning at the ankles, his tongue following the path of his hands as they moved higher. I began to squirm. His touch created a heat that threatened to overwhelm me.
His tongue was at my knees and his hands were sliding up my thighs. He gently pried them apart and inhaled deeply. He moved on top of me, one thigh in-between my legs. Using one hand to hold my head still, he punished my lips with a brutal kiss. His tongue jabbed into my mouth, and when I met it with my own, he sucked it into his own mouth as if he would swallow it. I whimpered from the unusual pain. .
His lips moved down along the side of my jaw to my neck. I cried out when he bit then sucked my skin into his mouth, leaving his mark on me. His hands roamed all over my body, and his touch made me burn with desire.
His tongue moved slowly down my chest, lapping up my sweat as if it was fine wine. He sucked my left nipple into his mouth and began to pull on it, biting the areola while his tongue laved the hard brown tip. I cried out. He did the same with the other breast while kneading the one his mouth had just abandoned. I was twitching violently, bucking my hips. I was burning up, sweating profusely. I panted and blood pounded in my ears.
I felt his hands travel down to touch where no man had ever touched. When he dipped two fingers into my sopping crevice, I whimpered again. He pulled those fingers out to swirl them around the front of me, making the fire feel like a volcano about to erupt. I screamed out loud as a gush of hot fluids released from my core, and the burning spread throughout my body.
He moved to position himself between my thighs and pried them apart before roughly pushing them down on either side of me. I winced with the sudden pain, feeling as if my legs were being torn off, then he pushed himself forward and I was suddenly cleft in two! Intense pain mingled with pleasure, and I cried out as he pulled himself out, only to impale me again and again with his massive phallus.
"Stop! Please, stop!"
He uttered a hoarse oath as he ignored my entreaties. He slid his hands down to lift me up, his hands cupping the rounded globes of my butt, his fingers digging into delicate flesh.
"Stop? Not until I've filled you with my seed! I swore by the god Priapus that you would belong to me! I have taken all that you have, and now you will take all that I have!"
He surged forward, pressing me into the cushions. Through my tears I saw the cords of muscle in his neck and arms; he hung suspended above me as his seed spurted into me. He collapsed on top of me and I couldn't breathe. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the darkness.
-*-
A low chuckle brought me back to reality.
"Don't bother to deny it. I can smell your arousal from here."
I shook my head vehemently.
"That wasn't me! It was some other woman you did that to!"
He nodded.
"Yes...long ago. But I had to overrule your sense of pain as I drained all of your blood. I shared those images with you so that you would not feel your body dying. And when you blacked out, it was because I tore my wrist open and let you drink. You were not a sentient being then...you were in-between lives. Not human any longer, but not yet what I am."
I shook my head again.
"That's just the point, isn't it? No one is what you are. You are so old you barely remember being human. I doubt you even remember what feelings are."
“I remember what loneliness is...the pain of always being alone... having no one to share my existence."
The pain in his voice stabbed my heart.
“How can you be lonely? You are the oldest vampire that anyone has ever met! They crowd around you, presenting themselves to you as if you were their god. They crave your blessing. You have absolute power to force anyone to do anything. How are you alone?"
He answered quietly.
"I have outlived everyone I have ever loved. I have created lovers, partners, children...for centuries. Yet they have all left me. Some could not live with what they had become. Some left to pursue other interests once they realized they had forever to do so. Some became so slavishly devoted to me that I had to kill them myself, to maintain my own sanity. Not one of them had the strength of will to become my equal, to stand at my side and face the abyss of eternity with me."
I stared at him.
"Is that why you brought me across?"
His eyes burned into mine from across the room.
"Rather than let you be torn apart? Yes. Rather than have your intense desire to learn everything about everything be destroyed unfulfilled? Yes. Rather than never know the ecstasy of making love with you, of joining our bodies as we join our minds together, in a union so total that we become as one being? By all the gods held holy, yes!"
I was unable to look away from the hypnotic gaze of his pale blue eyes, but my brain was clear, not fogged as it had felt other times when he exerted his considerable psychic power.
I give you free will. You must choose to be with me. If I force you, I will lose you. And that I will not risk.
I shook my head slowly.
You know I don't like it when you talk in my head.
I gasped at the realization that I had myself just purposely spoken in his mind for the first time.
He nodded in approval.
"It has taken some time for your body to process my blood. Your cells were in shock, having to die, only to be brought back to life; then having to absorb and accept the power that my blood gives you."
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
"How much of your power will I gain? Will I still need to breathe?"
"Only if you want to. It won't be necessary anymore, just habitual. Plus it will really, how do you say it these days, creep out the mortals and even the younger ones, if you don't."
"How about a wooden stake? The sun? Can they hurt me?"
He shook his head.
"After you have shared blood with me repeatedly, no. A wooden stake or any other pointy object will merely annoy you, like getting a splinter in your finger. Going out in the daylight will always be uncomfortable, but the only effect of direct sunlight will be darker skin. Your skin is already such a beautiful bronze color that you might not even notice the difference."
“How about decapitation? Or burning?"
"Been there, done that. Painful, but I lived."
"How?"
"I can control things with my mind. I willed my body to return itself to my head, and then I drained those who had sought to kill me. It was a most satisfying revenge. Burning took longer to recover from, and the pain was almost unbearable. But time heals all wounds."
I moved closer to stare up into his eyes.
“That memory-sharing thing that you did when you brought me over? How did you do that?"
He shrugged elaborately.
"A mere parlor trick. Something I look forward to teaching you how to do, so we can feel each other's experiences as we share physical passion."
"You said that earlier... that our minds would be joined as our bodies were. You can really do that?"
"We can do that, after you have shared enough of my blood. Your mind is formidable already, Brianna. I chose you because you are strong. I also chose you because I need a link to this century. I removed myself from human society for a long time. I am a Luddite in so many ways. I don't understand computers or cell phones, and touching a device to get it to function is something I can't wrap my mind around. I am at risk of becoming a permanent anachronism. I need you to share understanding of your time, and in return I offer you all I have learned in over two-thousand years of being alive."
I smiled.
"Not alive. Differently-animated. More PC that way."
"Indeed."
He approached slowly, making sure I saw his every movement. His arms reached out and his hands caressed my shoulders, pushing aside the light jacket so I wore only my sundress. He placed gentle kisses on my shoulder before moving up my neck. He nibbled on my ear lobe and blew cold breath into my ear.
How can I feel so hot from the touch of one so cold that even I feel the chill from his body?
"Well? Have you decided to stay? Or might another parlor trick help you decide?"
I looked at him suspiciously and cocked my head.
"What did you have in mind?"
He leaned forward and I felt his fangs puncture my neck, once again right over the jugular.
Of course, he's had lots of years to learn how to aim directly for it!
Of course.
When I opened my eyes I was looking around at the same ancient room.
I though you said this was another parlor trick. This is the same place as before.
I heard a soft chuckle.
Ah, but it is different. Look down at your body.
I was momentarily panicked.
Where are my breasts?
Look further down.
What's this? Flat abs...with a penis under them?
The low chuckle again.
You are now me. Enjoy yourself as I did.
I wasted no time in using both hands to explore my new plumbing, cupping the testicles in one hand, and letting my other hand glide up and down the shaft that lengthened as I stroked it.
Oooh! This feels so good! No wonder you men like to play with this so much.
I heard a sudden noise and watched with interest as three young women entered the room, giggling and swaying their ample hips as they approached.
Oh! I'm getting harder. Who are they?
Some of my slave girls.
A harem?
Well, I didn't call them that, but yes, they pleasured me. And now you.
What should I do?
Anything you want to do.
Another low chuckle.
Believe me, Brianna. Anything that you can think of to do with them, I did. Repeatedly. So you choose the action and I will supply the memories of what it felt like.
And we will be able to do this while we are actually making love? Both of our bodies will be experiencing sex, and we will be sharing with each other what it feels like? So we will both be male and female at the same time? Your explosive orgasm combined with my multiple orgasms?
Yes.
Hmm. I'm glad I didn't finish packing.
Why? Are you accepting my proposition?
Yes!
The slave girls disappeared as he broke off the suction on my neck. I grabbed his head to pull him further down so I could sink my fangs into his neck. Somehow he managed to tear off all of our clothing without breaking my hold on him as I drank deeply.
The force of his entering me broke the suction, but there was no pain. Suddenly I was aware of not only my own sensations as my clit sang orgasms and my uterus quivered with delight, but I could feel my hard cock pounding into a slick, pulsating muscle that tightened and squeezed until our control broke and our cum shot up and filled us both.
Originally published October 2010
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