The woman tiptoed silently through the empty house, jumping at every creaking noise made by the ancient floorboards. The beam of her flashlight swung in shaky arcs as she crept forward, trying in vain to illuminate the shadowy corners of the decrepit hallway. The door she had just passed was slightly ajar, and a shadow of movement caught her eye from just beyond it. She peered through the crack in the doorway, straining to catch a glimpse of whatever was inside the room. In a flash, a pale white creature descended upon her neck, and she let out a blood curdling scream.
There was a chorus of gasps and cries at the sudden jumpscare from the various people watching the movie, and someone jumped so bad that a rain of popcorn scattered across their heads, littering the old couch and dirty floor with debris. A few giggles bubbled up through the group, followed by a shushing sound that refocused everyone’s attention back on the TV, which was now showing the vampire sucking blood from the woman in a campy, bloody display. I was sitting among the group that was watching the movie, but I wasn’t really paying attention to it. Instead, I was scanning the room for no one in particular, bobbing my head gently to the pounding music that was playing in some other room of the large house. I picked out a few costumes from the crowd as my eyes swept the room: a few Jokers, a pirate, some Disney princesses, a particularly good Guy Fieri that was shotgunning a beer, and the classic sexy outfits adorned with animal ears and tails. With a small sigh, I glanced down at my friend Piper, who was fiercely tapping away at her phone.
“Still texting Cody?” I asked, and her long red wig smacked me in the face as she looked up.
“I knew he had to work late, but he was supposed to be here half an hour ago,” she huffed, fiddling with the scarf around her neck. “Daphne is a stupid costume without Fred.”
“That’s not very girl power of you,” I said with a grin, tugging on the front of her wig so it sat straighter on her head. She stuffed her phone into her bag and glared at me.
“It would’ve been a lot more ‘girl power’ if somebody had agreed to be Velma…” She batted her eyelashes pointedly at me, and I rolled my eyes.
“I told you I didn’t want to third wheel a costume with you and your boyfriend. Plus, we don’t know anyone who could’ve been Shaggy, so it would’ve been even more stupid”
“We need more friends,” she muttered, glancing around the room like she might find a lone Shaggy that she could snap up. “Or you need to get a boyfriend.” I groaned, leaning back and letting my head fall over the back of the couch. Finding my face inches away from the ass of a girl in a sexy mime costume (interesting choice), I quickly sat back up.
“For the fuck-billionth time Pipes, I am too busy to date right now.” Piper opened her mouth like she was about to say something, but I cut her off as quickly as I could. “And I am not gonna pick up some guy just to fulfill your group costume fantasies.” She worked her jaw slightly, her narrowed eyes boring into mine, and seemed to decide it wasn’t worth it to keep pushing. With a shrug, she turned back to the TV.
“You would look so cute with a bob and glasses” she said with a sigh, ignoring what I had just said.
“Yea, but if I was Velma, I couldn’t wear these.” With a flick of my tongue, I released the retractable fangs sitting above my canines and gave her a wicked grin. Piper peered into my mouth, admiring the fake teeth.
“Those are pretty cool,” she admitted. “I can’t believe you made them yourself. How long did that take?”
“A couple months, in between homework and work and stuff,” I said nonchalantly, but I was actually very proud of them. A lot of long nights, youtube tutorials, and several nearly-chipped teeth went into them, but the result of such realistic-looking retractable fangs with the mechanism hidden neatly under the roof of my mouth was worth it.
“You should really switch to an engineering major, Val,” Piper teased.
“There’s no way I would waste my talent for making bullshit on actual practical things.” Another flick of the tongue, and the fangs shot back up into hiding. Piper’s eyes had drifted back to the movie, so I resumed my scan of the party. I took a sip of the warm beer I was nursing and immediately regretted it.
“Remind me again why I let you drag me to this party?” I asked, deciding to abandon my half-empty cup on the coffee table next to the couch.
“Because all you do is work and sit at home and do homework,” she said immediately, not even looking up from the TV. “You need to loosen up more, have some fun. Also, you need to find someone to hook up with.” I blushed slightly and attempted an indignant scoff that came out more like a hacking cough. A couple of girls watching the movie gave me dirty looks and scooched away from me. Before I could speak, Piper barreled on.
“You haven’t even gone on a date since you broke up with that guy Ryan-”
“His name was Brian,” I corrected, “and I told you, I’ve been too busy-”
“Same thing,” she interrupted without missing a beat, “and you’ve been avoiding going out by doing all your homework like a good little student, which doesn’t even make sense to me because how could you possibly have that much homework as a theatre student, and whenever we do go somewhere you just wistfully stare at people like you’re doing right now.” I looked down at my feet, self conscious that I had been clocked so thoroughly and accurately.
“But today is the perfect day for you to let loose, because everyone parties on halloween, so you have a wide selection, and you’re dressed as a super sexy hot vampire, so you can pull anyone you want.” With a deep breath, she sat back into the couch and looked at me in satisfaction, a smug grin playing across her lips. I sat there dumbstruck for a moment, trying to figure out if I should be flattered or offended by her words. She was right, of course. I’d been pretty antisocial since I’d broken up with Brian (or was his name Ryan?), but the only guys I seemed to meet lately were frat bros and pretentious assholes, and I just didn’t feel like dealing with them anymore. I always felt like I was searching for someone or something in particular, but I had no idea what it was.
In fairness to Piper, the crowd at this party did seem to be a lot more varied than I was used to. Maybe I should just look for a random guy to have a one-night stand with. My months-long dry spell and the shot of tequila I took before we left were making me braver and hornier than I usually felt. I also got a boost of confidence from my outfit, which had gotten a lot of appreciative looks from guys and a few girls throughout the night. Because the fangs had taken me so long to make, I had kind of forgotten that I needed the rest of the costume too, so last night Piper and I had raided our closets for anything we deemed “vampirey;” basically, anything black, tight, short, or low-cut. The sexy outfit combined with my fangs and long dark hair had created the exact effect I was going for.
A commotion in the entrance hall drew me out of my reverie, and I craned my neck to see what was going on. A group of people had just arrived, probably coming off the bus that came in from downtown. They dispersed throughout the party, grabbing beers and finding friends. The crowd parted quickly for a tall, broad-shouldered guy that was barreling across the room, struggling to tie a bright orange scarf around his neck. Piper perked up immediately, watching Cody crash through the clumps of costumed party-goers towards our couch, oblivious to their dirty looks and irritated scoffs.
“Hey Fred,” I called as he bent down to give Piper a quick kiss. He gave up trying to tie the scarf, letting it hang loosely around his neck as he flopped down next to her. She immediately took over, her quick fingers expertly tying the scarf into a small, perfect knot.
“Thanks, babe,” he said, slinging his arm around her shoulder. She glared at him through narrowed eyes. He glanced over at me in fear, and then quickly gave her an apologetic smile.
“I know, I know, but Dallas spilled a vat of tomato sauce all over the floor, and then he blamed it on me, and Gary believed him because I’ve been late for half of my shifts this month and he just hates me, so I had to clean it up, so then I had to wait for the next bus. But I snuck out a breadstick for you!” He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a slightly smushed to-go box. Piper’s eyebrows were still furrowed, but her eyes had softened, and she took the box out of his hand with a small “thank you” and settled into his arm. Piper and Cody bickered like an old married couple, but they really did love each other.
Satisfied, Cody turned to me.
“Hey Val, I was gonna bring you a garlic knot, but we were all out.”
“Couldn’t have eaten it anyway,” I said, releasing my fangs and grinning. He looked at my teeth with a blank expression, and I could practically see the gears turning in his head. After a moment, it seemed to click, and he nodded enthusiastically.
“Nice costume!” He enthused, taking a bite of the breadstick that Piper was offering him. “Much cooler than Velma.” Piper smacked him on the arm with the breadstick, and they descended into bickering. With a chuckle, my eyes naturally resumed their usual search of the crowd. Unusually, however, they seemed to stick on a figure that I hadn’t seen before. Tall enough to tower slightly over the crowd with stiff, excellent posture, I could easily see his thin yet broad-shouldered frame. He was chatting idly with a few people, an air of casual confidence radiating from him. Someone offered him a beer, but he shook his head with an easy smile. When they looked away, he glanced around, then casually swiped an empty beer bottle from the window sill, holding it like it was full. Needless to say, I was intrigued.
“Hey, do you guys know who that guy is?” I asked Piper and Cody, interrupting their argument. I still couldn’t take my eyes off of him, so they followed my gaze.
“Oooh, he’s hot!” Piper squealed, slapping my arm over and over. “Get it, girl!” Cody’s eyes were narrowed, watching the guy as he floated from group to group, gesturing with his beer bottle as he chatted.
“I don’t know, he’s kind of weird,” Cody said, wrenching his gaze away from the mysterious guy and focusing back on me. “We have a couple classes together. I think he comes from money, because it always seems like he thinks he’s better than us, and he doesn’t talk that much.”
“Maybe he just doesn’t talk to you,” Piper said thoughtfully, watching him greet a couple of guys dressed like werewolves. He laughed at something they said, his shoulder-length waves of chocolate brown hair rippling as he threw his head back, showing off his handsome, angular features. Cody huffed and turned his attention to the TV
“Whatever,” he muttered, watching the vampire in the movie burning dramatically in the sunlight. “He just kinda seems like an ass.” Ignoring him, Piper grabbed my shoulders, giving them a little shake that forced me to look at her.
“Val, this is perfect,” she whispered conspiratorially. “You’re obviously into this guy– rightly so, because he’s a hottie– and if he is an ass,” she shot a glance at Cody, “then he’s perfect for a one night-stand, because you never have to see him again.” I couldn’t argue with her logic. Not only was he hot, he was just so… intriguing. I also hadn’t seen him around campus before, so if it didn’t work out, there probably wouldn’t be a lot of possibilities for awkward encounters.
I shook Piper off of me, resisting the urge to look back at him. Was I really gonna do this? Am I the kind of person that just… hooks up with people? I couldn’t fight it any longer, my eyes flew over to stare at him again. With a jolt of shock, I realized that he was now staring back at me. Even from a distance, I could see his piercing eyes, icy and almost as pale as his skin, boring into mine. He didn’t look away, so I steeled myself and maintained eye contact, trying to act like the hot, confident vampire that I was dressed as. His eyes traveled down my body, stopping in a few places that made my cheeks tinge pink. His eyes found mine again, and I gave him a sly grin, flashing my fangs without even thinking. To my surprise, he looked shocked, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open slightly. He glanced around like he was about to let me in on a secret, and then bared his teeth, his own sharp set of fangs sliding down. I gaped at him. What were the odds?
“I think I’m gonna go talk to him,” I murmured to Piper out of the corner of my mouth. Her head whipped around like I had just slapped her, and Cody’s followed soon after, but their expressions were wildly different. I wrenched my eyes away from him to look at them.
“The hot one?” Piper whispered, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Yeah, him.” I placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her. “Don’t look now, but he’s dressed like a vampire too, and I think he was checking me out.” They of course ignored me and turned around to stare at him. I groaned with embarrassment, but luckily he was busy chatting with someone and didn’t seem to notice. I quickly got up from the couch and readjusted my tight skirt.
“Ok, I’m going over there before you guys make me change my mind. Please behave, you two.” Piper nodded enthusiastically, waving her hands to shoo me along, but Cody was still staring warily at the guy in a protective-older-brother sort of way.
“Just be careful,” he said, looking at me sternly. “And don’t say I didn’t warn you if he is an ass.” I nodded at him as I started off in the direction of the guy.
“Let loose!” Piper called after me, hanging over the back of the couch. “But don’t do anything I didn’t do when I first went out with Cody!” Cody’s steely expression softened into a wide grin at the memory, and I gave them a thumbs up to try to end the conversation. Just as I was about to turn my back on them, I smacked squarely into something very solid. I was falling to the floor, knocked off balance, but a pair of nimble hands caught me around my waist, steadying me just as quickly. I looked up and found myself face to face with those intense, icy eyes that I had seen from across the room, now crinkled in a smile. All of the features that had been so mesmerizing at a distance were now magnified a hundred times; his high, sharp cheekbones, his long, ruffled hair, those dazzling grey eyes. He released his arms from my waist and I took a small step back, trying to drag myself back to reality.
“Sorry about that,” he said, his voice was a little deeper than I expected, with the hint of an accent that I couldn’t place. “I was walking over to talk to you and I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
“Same here,” I croaked, and I hastily cleared my throat. “Thank you for catching me.” He gave me an easy nod, and I knew I had to come up with something fast. I didn’t know if I had had a perfect, snappy pick-up line before I made a fool of myself, but I sure as hell didn’t anymore. As I floundered around for something to say, his eyes flitted down to my lips, and he beat me to the punch.
“Nice fangs,” he said, his own sharp teeth sliding into view.
“I could say the same to you,” I answered, clicking my tongue to the mechanism at the roof of my mouth with a grin.
“What’s your name?”
“Valeria, but people call me Val.”
“Valeria,” he repeated, and my heart stuttered at the way my name rolled off his tongue. “That’s a beautiful name. I’m Will.” He stuck out a hand, and I shook it. I immediately pulled my hand back in shock.
“Jesus, your hand is so cold! Were you outside for a while?” His hands were ice cold, but his smile was warm.
“No, it comes with the territory. You start to lose most of your body heat as the years go by. You were turned pretty recently, yeah? I haven’t seen you around before.”
Ah. So he wanted to roleplay, huh? I could do that. Time to put those required acting courses for my major to use. I tried to channel all of the sexy, confident vampire energy I could muster and wracked my brain for any lore I remembered from TV and books.
“Yup, just a few months ago. It’s been fun, but avoiding the sun is a pain.” He shook his head quickly.
“You gotta enjoy the sun while you can, it doesn’t really do any damage until you get a lot colder.” He lightly touched my tanned forearm, and it wasn’t just the chill of his fingers that made me shiver.
“God, you’re still so warm,” he muttered, half under his breath, and I found myself leaning closer to catch his every word. “It feels nice.”
“You feel pretty nice too,” I murmured, taking another step towards him. Our eyes met, and his gaze was magnetizing, sucking me in.
“Do you wanna find somewhere a little quieter where we can talk? I can tell you more about your new… lifestyle.” I nodded, not trusting my voice to stay level. He took my hand and started leading me deeper into the house. I glanced around at the couch where I had been sitting to see if Piper and Cody were still there. Cody was glaring at Will, his eyes following our progress across the room like a hawk’s. Piper was practically bouncing up and down in her seat, giving me several thumbs ups and a couple of more obscene gestures with her hands. I managed a small, excited wave before our procession disappeared around the corner of a hallway and I couldn’t see them anymore. I turned back to Will, finally getting a chance to look him over more closely without the issue of his distracting stare. He was dressed nicely, fairly regularly for halloween. The clothes were maybe a little old-fashioned, but I guessed that was probably part of the vampire schtick, or maybe he was just a hipster. We came up to a bedroom with the door slightly ajar and peered through the crack in the doorway. Deadpool was making out with Marge Simpson on the bed, so we slowly backed away and shut the door. We shared a look, and then burst out laughing. With some of the tension between us relieved, I fell into step beside him as we moved on, continuing our search for an empty room.
“So, any good recommendations for drinking blood? Does one blood type taste better than another?” He side-eyed me and smirked.
“It’s good that you’re so calm about that whole aspect of it,” he said, running his hands through his long brown locks. “It’s gonna make your life a lot easier. Most people tend to get a little freaked out,”
“I guess I’m not most people,” I said, and inwardly cringed almost immediately. God, that sounded corny, but luckily Will hadn’t seemed to mind. He turned his head to me and looked me up and down.
“Seems like it,” he said quietly, and then he quickly cleared his throat and started peering into doorways again. I was grateful that he wasn’t looking at me as I felt a blush creep across my cheeks.
“Anyway,” he started again, “the most ethical way to feed is donated blood, we call them blood bags. You can get them at the hospital if you know the right people.” He leaned down so his lips brushed against my ear, and I felt my pulse quicken.
“But honestly,” he whispered, his hot breath on my skin a pleasant contrast to the rest of his body’s chill. “It just tastes better when you get it from the source.” A shudder ran through me, and without thinking I turned my head ever so slightly, so our lips were just centimeters apart from each other. We sat like that for a moment, neither of us daring to move, breathing heavily. A loud booming bass rang through the house as a new song started on the stereo, and we were rudely wrenched out of our mutual trance. Will straightened up abruptly, returning to an even stiffer posture than he had had before, and I brushed some nonexistent dirt from my top, my cheeks feeling distinctly warmer. I looked up to see Will’s eyes following my hands and then resting on my ample cleavage. With a grin, I cleared my throat, and his eyes widened suddenly. I met his apologetic glance with a chuckle, and he continued looking for an empty room at an almost alarming pace. I set off at a trot to try and keep up with his long-legged strides.
“Does drinking from a person kill them?” I asked, now thoroughly invested in the vampiric narrative we were spinning together. He was really good at improv, I had noticed, never breaking character or missing a beat. I made a mental note to ask him if he was a theatre major later, but I probably would’ve seen him in one of my classes before if he had been.
“It doesn’t have to, if you’re careful,” he said, slowing down slightly so I could keep up with him more comfortably. “But I can’t imagine it’s a very pleasant experience. We don’t want people asking too many questions, so it’s generally frowned upon.” He stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway and looked back at me. I flicked my fangs out and gave them a slow lick.
“Good to know,” I mused, watching as his eyes followed the motion of my tongue. He leaned back against the door, tilting his head down slightly so he could look into my eyes through his lashes.
“You know, you’ve got really good control over your fangs for a fledgling,” he commented, and I clicked them back up. I leaned forward, getting as close to his ear as I could reach.
“They’re not the only part of me that I have good control over.” I whispered into his ear. Did that even make sense? It sounded sexy in my head. He heaved a sigh that melted into a soft groan, so it must’ve been good enough. I leaned back so he could turn around and try the door, which he did faster than I’d seen him move all night. The door popped open to reveal a perfectly empty room. Jackpot.
He opened the door all the way and stood beside it, offering me the room with a flourish of his arm. I stepped inside, and he followed right behind me.
As soon as the door shut behind us, our mouths fell together, our tongues dancing and intertwining eagerly. My hands fastened around the back of his neck, and one of his hands rested on the small of my back, the other tangling into my long, dark hair. My lower lip caught the end of one of his fangs, pricking me gently.
“Ouch,” I said, pulling away slightly. “Watch it with those things, yeah? They’re sharp.” He suckled gently on the spot where the tooth had snagged me, and I moaned softly.
“Sorry,” he whispered, but he didn’t get a chance to say much else before my mouth found his again. I started to work on the buttons of his shirt, but I was a little too preoccupied with the kissing, so he quickly finished popping open the rest of the buttons. He was so tall that he had to bend down a little awkwardly to kiss me, and I was standing on my tip toes trying to reach him. After a little more passionate but slightly uncomfortable kissing, he circled his arms around my waist and hoisted me up. I gasped in surprise as he easily lifted my body, and I wrapped my legs around his torso to stabilize myself as our mouths crashed together again, now perfectly level with each other.
“You’re so strong,” I muttered, pulling away for a moment to catch my breath. “Is that a vampire thing too?” He nodded slightly, kissing down my jawline as he pressed my body closer to his. His skin was still so cold, but his breath was hot against my bare neck, making me shiver.
“Gotta have some perks,” he breathed, licking a long line from my collar bone to my ear, which caused me to moan with pleasure. I wondered how he actually got so strong, strong enough to lift and hold me up without much obvious effort. His arms didn’t look very big, but maybe he just had lean muscle, like a rock climber or a swimmer.
He carried me over to the desk at the opposite wall and deposited me on top of it. He stepped back slightly, and I got a nice view of his bare chest, his open shirt now hanging loosely off his shoulders. I needed him to touch me more, to lick and suck and caress me. As quickly as I could, I undid the front clasp of my bra and pulled the sides of my plunging neckline aside, letting my tits pop free. He groaned and stared at them hungrily as I pushed them together, my nipples already rock-hard from arousal and the autumn chill seeping through the thin walls. I let go and braced my hands against the table as he stepped forward and roughly grabbed them, fervently massaging and groping them. I gasped as his long, cold fingers expertly pinched and played with my nipples, occasionally licking or sucking on them until they had grown larger than I had ever seen them and I was rolling my chest into his touch. His crotch brushed up against my leg, and I felt his hard cock bulging against his pants. I ran my hands down his chest, tracing my fingers over his hint of abs. They reached the top of his jeans and fumbled around his button and zipper until they finally got them open. I pulled his pants and underwear down and watched his long cock spring free from beneath them, already almost fully erect. I brought my hand up to my mouth and opened it. Will watched intently as I let a long rope of spit fall into my palm, which I then wrapped around his stiffening cock. He groaned as I tugged and jerked his dick, and his mouth swiftly found mine again, his kisses gentle yet firm.
One of his hands was still squeezing and rolling my tit around, but the other ventured lower, rubbing my inner thigh higher and higher until I could feel his fingers brushing against my lacy panties. Moaning into his mouth, I spread my legs, my tight skirt riding up around my hips. I was getting used to his cold touch, but I still gasped as his slender fingers pushed aside the thin fabric covering my soaked pussy and traveled slowly up and down my slick folds. My body jerked as he circled my clit, and I had to release his cock so I could support myself against the desk. His pace quickened, making me moan louder than I wanted too in this crowded house. Just as I was starting to feel my orgasm building, his fingers slowed, and I whimpered at the sudden absence of stimulation.
“Sorry, love,” he murmured, bumping our foreheads together as our lips pulled apart. “But I need to know how you taste.” Kissing a line from my neck to the bottom of my stomach, he knelt down slowly until his face was level with my dripping cunt. One hand rested gently on my thigh, keeping it pushed to the side, and the other held my soaked panties to the side as his mouth descended on my pussy. I panted and moaned and gibbered helplessly as he worked his magical tongue around my clit and my hole and in and out and up and down and everywhere in between. My legs were shaking wildly and I kept involuntarily bucking my hips against his face.
My orgasm was brimming, just out of reach, seconds away from spilling over. Barely able to open my eyes, I managed to look down at him, meeting the ice-grey eyes that were staring intently up at me just a few inches above my pussy. His lips suctioned around my clit, tongue still licking madly, and I could feel the sharp points of his fangs resting against the soft flesh of my pussy. I was thrown over the edge, arching my back and clenching all my muscles as the tsunami broke through the dam, a strangled cry catching in my throat. I tangled my fingers in his long hair, pressing his face into my pussy, not sure if I was trying to make him stop or go harder. I rode the waves of pleasure until they began to ebb away, and he ran his hands gently up and down my thighs as he slowed his pace. My whole body was quivering. His lips broke apart from my clit, and I jerked as his tongue lapped up the cum that was dribbling out of my throbbing hole.
I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Will was planting soft little kisses up and down my inner thighs, making me sigh with pleasure. Rising from his kneeling position, I felt him plant his hands on the desk on either side of me. He leaned into me, his bare chest pressing against my exposed boobs.
“I want you to suck my cock,” he murmured into my ear, just barely loud enough to hear. “And then I want to fuck those gorgeous tits of yours.” His tone wasn’t rude or demanding, it was more like he was simply stating facts. Invigorated, I turned my head and met his lips, kissing him wildly for a moment before he stepped back and I hopped off the desk, stripping off my top and bra in the process and discarding them on the floor. I wobbled slightly, still weak from the powerful orgasm I had just had, but Will caught and steadied me. I lowered myself to my knees, but he was so tall that my mouth didn’t quite reach his dick. He gave me an apologetic shrug and a smile and swiveled the office chair that sat in front of the desk around, plopping down into it. The heights were perfect now, so I shuffled forward into the space between his legs and took his long cock in my hands. It still wasn’t completely erect, so I spit on it and massaged it up and down until I could feel it stiffening against my fingers.
Gazing up through my lashes at Will, I slapped it around my lips and tongue a few times before suctioning my mouth around the tip. He stared at me hungrily, a groan escaping his lips as I slowly took the length down my throat. His dick was a little warmer than the rest of his body, but it still felt like sucking off a popsicle. I went as far as I could without gagging, not quite all the way, sucking hard and wringing my hands around the base. His eyes rolled back as I bobbed my head up and down, each little movement making an array of wet, sloppy noises. Even over all the noise I was making, I could hear his breaths getting rougher and shallower as I pumped his cock into my mouth over and over again. His hands found the back of my head and pushed down. My eyes watered as my lips nearly reached the base of his dick, my mouth entirely stuffed with his throbbing cock. After a few seconds, he released my head. I slid the thick rod out of my mouth, coughing and gasping for breath. Strings of drool and precum still connected my tongue and chin to his dick, so I cleaned it up with my tongue and then licked my lips clean.
“You’re very good at that,” Will panted, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You were about to make me cum, but I didn’t wanna be done too soon.” He leaned forward and offered a few fingers in front of my mouth. I obediently sucked them between my lips, using as much spit as I could muster to get them as wet as possible. They popped out of my mouth with a wet smack, and he reached down to caress my boobs, slicking them with my drool. I stuck out my tongue and let a long string of spit fall from it, joining his hands and rubbing it all around my firm tits until they were glistening. I shuffled forward and readjusted until I could rest my boobs on top of his bulging cock.
Taking one in each hand, I positioned them on either side of his dick and began to bounce them up and down, occasionally spitting on them to keep them slick. I squeezed and slapped them together, pointing the nipples inward so they rubbed against his dick as they traveled up and down. I moaned softly, but I was soon drowned out by Will’s grumbling groans. I could feel his dick pulsing against my soft tits, and I slammed them up and down even faster. Soon, his moans reached a crescendo, and ropes of hot white cum spurted from the tip of his dick, plastering my boobs and face. I released his cock and leaned back on my heels, attempting to wipe off some of the sticky cum with my hands. He leaned over, grabbed a few tissues from the box on the desk, and handed them to me, saving a couple to use to help clean me up.
“Thanks,” I said when my body was mostly free of cum.
“No worries, it was my fault, sorry about that. You’re just too damn sexy, I couldn’t control myself.” I blushed and looked away. He pushed his feet into the floor so his chair slid back a few inches, gazing intently at me the whole time.
“So, you never told me,” he started, absently swiveling back and forth in his chair. “Who turned you? Was it Demetri? I know he tends to fuck and suck a lot more than he should, but I figured he would’ve told me about you.” I stared at him blankly. He was still trying to roleplay? It was getting weirdly specific, as well.
“Could we maybe take a break from the roleplay for a few minutes? I do admire your commitment to the costume though.” He stared back at me just as blankly.
“Roleplay?” he asked, confusion tinging his voice. “What are you talking about?” I could feel my heart start to beat faster as the puzzle pieces clicked into place, my mind feeling a lot clearer than it had a few minutes ago. The chill of his skin. His unnatural strength. Acting skills that were just a little too good to be true. He never broke character because he wasn’t playing a character.
He was a vampire.
We sat there in silence, staring at each other, and I could tell by the widening of his eyes that he was coming to a similar conclusion. At the same time, we shot up from our seats, scrambling to put some distance between us. I picked up my top and covered my chest, and he hurriedly pulled up his underwear and pants, fumbling around the closure.
“You’re a- you… are you?” I stammered, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He was staring at me with a wild panic in his eyes.
“You’re a human?” he asked desperately, glancing around like he might try to jump out the window. “But the- but your fangs! And you acted like you knew what I was talking about the whole-”
“It’s Halloween, genius!” I blurted, trying to stay calm. I reached into my mouth and popped the fang mechanism out, sliding it off of my teeth like a retainer. I waved it in front of him, and his horrified eyes grew even wider as they followed the contraption. “It’s a costume. I thought we were roleplaying!” He rubbed his eyes hard and began to pace back and forth.
“I know, I know! They just looked so real, and the whole vampire thing is kind of a built-in costume so I thought you were doing the same thing as me.” He sat down on the bed, his head drooping into his hands.
“Oh my god, this is not good.” he said, his voice muffled by his palms. I was terrified, of course; I had seen his fangs, his real, actual fangs, felt how sharp they were. I pulled the top I was holding like a shield up to cover my neck a little better.
“What, are you mad that you slept with your dinner?” I said without thinking. I was scared, but I was kind of angry too. Was I not good enough for him anymore now that he knew I was just a human. I mentally slapped myself. Here I was, sitting half-naked in front of a potentially bloodthirsty monster, and I was worried about whether or not he liked me?
He looked up from his hands into my eyes.
“What? No! I mean, it’s not- well, it’s just- we’re not really supposed to…” he trailed off. I waited. He sighed.
“We’re generally not supposed to get too friendly with humans, because we want to stay secret,” he mumbled half-heartedly. “I do actually think another part of it is the whole…”
“Blood-drinking aspect?”
“Yeah, that. It can get a little dangerous if you’re not careful.” I didn’t know how to feel, because I still really liked him. Nothing had changed, other than the fact that those fangs wouldn’t be coming off tomorrow. I slowly moved over to where he was on the bed and gingerly sat next to him.
“So… you’re not gonna kill me?” I asked hesitantly, barely looking at him. His head whipped around to face me, a horrified look painted across his handsome features.
“What the hell?” he said indignantly. “No! I’m not some kind of- I’m not a monster!” I couldn’t resist, I raised my eyebrows and gave him the look. He rolled his eyes and waved his hands dismissively.
“Don’t even– ok, yeah yeah, fine,” he muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration, and I found my eyes following his long fingers as they ran through his dark, glossy locks in spite of myself. “Blood sucker, bat boy, I get it. I’m by-definition a monster. That’s why we’re not supposed to fuck humans. It can just be too much for them.”
“I think I did fine,” I offered, bumping my shoulder lightly against his. He looked up at me with a smile.
“True,” he said, his eyes roving over my body for a second before he could catch himself. “I think it’s a stupid rule anyway, honestly. We mostly drink from blood bags nowadays anyway, and we’re not that different from humans.” Our eyes met, and we just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment without speaking. Then we were leaning towards each other, our heads tilting slightly, and our lips were suddenly pressed together. The kiss lasted a while, slower and more passionate than all of the others we had shared over the course of the night. Soon, our hands were all over each other again, and the kiss was getting more fervent. One of my hands traveled over the front of his pants, tracing the bulging outline of his hardening cock. I pulled back, grinning at him in surprise. He grinned back, and his fangs flashing into view.
“You know another perk that comes with being a vampire,” he whispered, popping open the button of his jeans. “Increased stamina.”
It was gonna be a long night.