Elizabeth here: I thought it was about time I went for the age-old vampire tropes and try to make them fun and refreshing. Plus, this one has a good ending, unlike some other stories I’ve seen which end on a rather depressing note that ruins the story. I hope you enjoy it!
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Two needles with suction cups, a Y shaped tube, a pump, and a bag: every 56 days, per the Red Cross donation guidelines, Helen spiced up her masturbation sessions by climbing in bed, getting naked, and hooking her neck up to her homemade machinery. Maybe it was safe, maybe not; she never bothered to check.
She would get on her bed, lay face up, and pierce her neck with the fang-like needles, letting the suction cups take hold on her skin, then she had ten minutes to bring herself to an orgasm with her two vibrators before the pint was drained. Helen was more visually oriented than most women in the city. So, a good image of a sexy vampire, whether male or female—gender didn’t matter so long as they had fangs—was enough to do the trick. Fanart of a few particularly cute fictional vampires was surprisingly arousing for her, but the rare photo shoot of a pale, blood-splattered man or woman in victorian garb was just as nice. The procedure was a little mechanical, but the six and a half times a year she got to do it were without a question the only easy orgasms she could get. Her vampire fetish was that big. Real men and women just couldn’t do anything interesting for her unless they were into bloodplay, and no eligible person she had met in her life was.
But even though it was exactly 56 days since her last session, she was not doing that tonight. In her medium sized, red-painted downtown apartment, twelve stories above the cold nighttime streets, the pale Helen shivered as she sat at her desk in the darkness. The light of her laptop shone against the red curtains behind her, bathing room and the pale skin of her arms in a reddish, slightly arousing glow. She was comfortable in her chair, thanks to the fuzzy, black sweatpants she wore, the cushioned seat, and the loose-fitting long sleeved shirt covering her bare chest. Underwear was mostly a thing she wore out in public.
Helen liked to browse many weird, obscure vampire themed forums. Even the deep, buried forums were bristling with activity, whether it was from a fanart poster or someone with a story to tell. But, people claiming to be real vampires or people who claimed to have met one were exposed all the time as frauds; nobody took them seriously on most sites. Most.
But Helen, through a friend of a friend of a friend of an online roleplayer she had communicated with for a while, was told about an obscure dark web forum with people who posted stories and images that were a littletoo real. There were lovely—lovely for Helen, at least—images of puncture wounds, graphic tales of ambush by beautiful men and women of the night, and even one selfie of a beautiful young man with his lips over the bloodied neck of a cute girl who wore a smug grin, as if she knew others would be jealous of her blood loss. That last one would have been Helen’s image of choice for the night had she not stumbled across a startling revelation. And all this was just on the front page; Helen had not clicked through the rest yet.
The people of this forum, a website known only to a few hundred, were known to be In the Know, a term used by the people who not only believed in vampires, but who were actually involved with real ones. That was also what the forum was named: In the Know.
At the moment, Helen was chatting with a user who was introducing her to the group and who was about to livestream something to her that was supposed to prove that vampires existed, since the site didn’t host videos to save server space, but still had a video chat service. This user, firebloodIV, had arranged it hours in advance out of kindness. The chat window was to the left, and a box on the right was for webcam footage, of which there was none at the moment. A new text message came in.
firebloodIV: give me 1 min i gotta set up the camera with my BF
Helen typed up a response.
cripplingfetishforvamps: no problem, take all the time you need, and by the way thanks for being willing to share this with me i’ve been looking forward to some real shit for a while
firebloodIV: thanks
Trembling in her seat, Helen waited for the video feed to turn on. She had doubts, of course, but given how real everything else on the forum’s front page looked, and the unanimous agreement among the users that the content was real, they were quickly fading.
And the camera activated. A young, semi-attractive blonde woman waved at Helen through the screen, as did a cute black haired man with pale skin.
The woman spoke. “Hey! Can you see us alright?”
Helen quickly typed up a reply. The video feed was only one way.
cripplingfetishforvamps: yep, you two look cute: are you going to do the thing?
“Hell yeah!” she replied. The man accompanying her grinned, exposing his sharp fangs. The sight made Helen a little wet.
“So, my love, shall we begin?” he said in a sophisticated, sexy voice with mild British undertones.
The woman smiled. “Yep. Right on the neck, so they can see.”
Helen watched closely. Her heart began to beat faster as the man closed in on the woman’s neck, a woman who closed her eyes and smiled as if this was something she had done many nights before. The fangs drew closer and closer as the man searched for an artery, scanning with his eyes at first, then eventually feeling the spot he picked with his tongue. The lick made both Helen and the woman shudder simultaneously. Finally, he gently pressed his fangs to her neck, making sure they were in the right place.
Then he pulled back a half inch, and plunged the fangs down. Helen’s neck twitched and she almost gasped in response; the woman barely flinched. Blood wasn’t just drawn; it spurted from the tiny punctures, shooting into the man’s open mouth at regular intervals. Helen’s heart raced and she began to shiver and sweat as he placed his lips around the wounds, closing his eyes, and savoring every drop that flowed into his waiting mouth.
And he kept sucking as the seconds passed. Helen wondered just how much blood was being taken: with the speed of the initial squirt of blood, it was certainly far more than what was safe, and far more than she had ever lost. It was arousing, watching him drain her. She wished that was her, just imagining herself in that chair instead of the other woman, feeling woozy and slowly losing consciousness from the erotic drain of pints upon pints of blood provided by her ever quickening heartbeat until her mind went dark, for who knew how long…
But, that didn’t happen to the woman. The man withdrew his lips some time later, and the bleeding had stopped. The wound, in fact, was actually almost nonexistent now save for two slightly redder circles on her neck amid the red, messy smear all over the side of her neck. The healing raised Helen’s curiosity, given that it took far longer than that for even the tiniest cut to repair itself. The woman, paler than before, opened her eyes. She was fine.
The man spoke. “Still feeling alright?”
“Yeah,” the woman replied. “Did you catch that?” she said, facing the camera as the man wiped off her neck with a paper towel he grabbed from offscreen. And, the video feed ended.
Helen’s arms shook, half with arousal and half with shock. This was the evidence she needed. Vampires were real. The thing she fetishized the most was real. She wanted to type out those reactions, but kept her reply dignified.
cripplingfetishforvamps: wow, that was something new. can you, uhhhh… tell me a bit more about you two?
firebloodIV: gladly
Over the next half hour, Helen got to know more about vampires in general. Vampires were born, not made, and their bites were not infectious, they could stop the bleeding caused by their own bite wounds, victims regenerated blood at an astonishing rate, they were only mildly annoyed by the sun and not burned alive by it, they lived among humans and went on dates and had jobs like the one Helen just saw, they usually only took willing targets… Helen memorized every last one of the facts.
When their chat came to an end, Helen thanked her, closed the window, and returned to the main site forums to dig.
It was eleven thirty at night. The frigid air in her room did nothing to cool her down, and sweat stains gathered on her clothes. She had scrolled through pages upon pages of content ranging from innocent to informative to deliberately sensual. She absentmindedly rubbed her groin through the material of her pants in response to the heaps and heaps of real vampire pictures, stories, and everything she found sexy. But she was searching for something else.
Helen was looking for vampires near her. Even just one willing to share their address and who was willing to accompany a visitor for an hour or two would have satisfied her. Even if it wasn’t an explicitly sexual meeting, in which case she’d keep all the arousing fantasies in her head and wear something dark around her waist. But fucking would be much better, and at twelve-thirty, she struck gold. Ten pages down, posted last week, was an announcement for a romantic meet-and-greet in a reclusive little library in an inconspicuous alleyway door. And it was in her very city. Single and dating men and women, vampire or not, would be there to find romantic partners for whatever it was they wanted. Turnout was expected to be about eighty people. And it was tonight; in one hour, in fact. The event was planned a month ago, and the post was resurfacing due to activity from excited forum users.
It took her a moment to process the time listed. Sixty minutes and it would start without her. The realization kicked her into high gear as she fumbled for something to scrawl down the address on. She found a napkin and a red crayon and copied the location down: 1813 W. Ensanguine St, maroon door down the alley between the two bookstores.
The location was fifteen minutes away, and she wanted to arrive five minutes early. So, she had forty minutes to pick out something to wear, focus on looking good, and most importantly, to shower before leaving, since the night had already put her in a nervous, aroused sweat.
At twelve-o’-five, she chugged down a jug of potent coffee, left her apartment, locked the door, and sailed down the cold, night streets in her gray dress, shivering from both her anticipation and exposed skin. The street was brightly lit and filled with nighttime activity, and the distance from her apartment to the event was right at the edge of where she would consider calling a cab for, so sh walked. The caffeine, cold, and excitement all kept each other in check.
On Ensanguine Street, she breathed a sigh of relief when she found the two bookstores which occupied the first floors of their three story buildings.Red Desires andBooks That Bite, a romance bookstore and a horror bookstore, were positioned, decorated and named as if to say, “hey, we’re owned by vampires, all the sexiness is in this alley come on in Helen get that good succ like you’ve always wanted”. As Helen peeked into the inviting gap between the buildings, she saw a woman in a long coat enter a red door inside the alley: the third door down, in fact. Her heart pounded as she approached the alley, looked both ways to make sure nobody was watching—not that anyone would have cared—and went into the slender, unlit passage.
The maroon door, almost purple in the darkness of the alley, stood in front of her at last. Her hand trembled from the nervousness and shivered from the cold as she reached for the copper knob, turned, and pulled the door open.
Helen was greeted by a wonderful, warmly lit interior. The bitter cold was absent, and she delighted in the warmth of the hardwood floored and beige walled room. An umbrella stand next to the front door was half-full. She had entered a mostly empty holding room; there was a hallway going down to the right, a staircase on the left, and a door in the back. By the back door, a tall, pale gentleman with a leather coat stood with his arms folded.
Helen closed the door behind her as he spoke. “You’re here for the gathering, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Where did you learn about it?”
“An online forum; they called it In the—”
He interrupted. “-Ah, good to see that old forum’s getting some attention. So, whichkind are you?” he asked, putting deliberate emphasis on ‘kind’.
Helen understood. “Human. Definitely.”
The gentleman scanned her. “Yeah, looks about right,” he said. “Come on in. Everyone always shows up fifteen minutes early, so the speaker we brought in for the night already gave their presentation, but there are still a lot of things going on.” He nodded, opened the back door, and Helen walked through into a busy room. The door was closed behind her, and Ellen was left in a moderately large ballroom, filled with about eighty or so people. Alcohol was served in abundance at tables, and there was enough for easily a hundred people. Some people were significantly paler than the others, and Helen shuddered as she caught a glimpse at the fangs of an older gentleman who was downing a shot of whiskey. People were dancing in one corner, others were chatting at the tables in the center, and some sort of speed dating event was being arranged in another. A sign by the door she entered from read, “What happens in the dark, stays in the dark.” How such a large, vibrant gathering could happen in secret was beyond Helen’s understanding.
Helen wandered around, in awe at the very thing she had been craving for years. Every one of the vampires looked so young, vibrant, and charming, and she wanted to be a part of their world.
And it occurred to her that she actually had to talk to them. So, she approached the blonde human woman at a desk in front of the speed dating tables, who perked up and smiled at her.
“Ah, here for the speed dating?” the woman asked.
“Maybe,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness. “So, is this human on vampire, vampire on vampire, or—”
“We mix them up at random,” she said. “We like to bring as much variety into these dates as possible; we even let that vampire couple in who was looking for a threesome, because, well, we’re supposed to only allow one-on-one sessions, but it’s not like we have anywhere else in town where two vampires can look for a threesome with a human. But other than that, it’s guy on girl here. LGBT night is next month, by the way.”
“A threesome? With two vampires?”
“Yeah. Those two over there,” she said, casually pointing at a circular table in the back of the speed dating section. A pale, busty, black haired woman with lots of eyeliner was leaning on the shoulder of a cute, cleanly shaven gentleman. Helen didn’t even notice the blonde woman in front of them with whom she shared a striking resemblance, waiting to begin the event, and Helen stared at the beautiful couple for as long as she could without looking suspicious.
“They’re probably not your kind of thing,” the woman said, missing all of the excited cues that Helen was giving off, from her badly suppressed grin to the shaking of her arms. “It’s going to start in about a minute and a half.”
“I’d like in as soon as possible,” Helen said, and the woman waved her in with a smile.
With her two prizes in mind, Helen sat across from an energetic young man about her age. He was pale, but Helen had to be sure. When the bell rang, she checked his mouth when he spoke for the first time. Not a vampire. So, Helen stalled for time, giving him some filler about herself while not at all paying attention to what he was saying. Two minutes later, it was the next round. Also not a vampire, and they were forgotten as soon as she stood up.
It took a lot of willpower to get through the third date without making any commitments. She was matched with a real vampire this time: less pale than the others, but still bearing the trademark fangs, he captivated Helen with his charming attire and his brief summary of his mysterious lifestyle. His name was Eric. She wanted him to take her home to his penthouse suite where he’d charm her and bring her to his bed and sink his teeth into her as they fucked, the pain and pleasure mixing as he drank his fill, but Helen was holding out for the top prize. Just in case Helen’s primary option didn’t go smoothly, she made an effort to charm him, then took his phone number after he showed interest, not making any promises, as hard as it was not to.
When the woman operating the speed dating event shifted the participants around again, Helen was finally matched with the pair she was fantasizing about. She smiled at them and took her seat as they smiled back.
“Hey,” Helen said, waving at them. “I’m Helen, and you are…”
The woman spoke first. “Lucy,” she said. “I assume you’re human?”
“Yeah,” Helen replied. Her hands trembled under the table as she wondered if she had picked the right greeting. “And you are?” she asked, facing towards the gentleman next to Lucy.
“Clement,” he said. “So, we know not everyone’s not into a threesome, but—”
“—I am,” Helen said. She scolded herself for seeming too eager.
Lucy spoke again. “This may be a little disappointing, but truth be told, we were kind of hoping you’d say no, since we lined up a partner at the start—”
In the middle of her pause, Helen spoke again. Maybe she misheard them. “-Come again?” she asked.
Clement continued where Lucy left off. “We, uh, decided it would be first come first served for this, and that Emily woman five tables over got the spot first.”
Helen turned around and saw a blonde woman talking calmly with another human man. Only now did she realize that not only was this woman in a white dress was the one who was paired with the duo at the start, but also had a striking resemblance to Helen. Apart from the hair, she was almost identical in every way to her.
Clement awkwardly trailed off, and Lucy picked up for him. “It’s nothing personal, you know? It’s just, we made a promise, and, yeah…”
Helen, with her hopes shattered, was wondering why one vampire partner didn’t seem very appealing anymore. It was what she came for; she was only expecting one. But the second a threesome came up, Helen’s mind fixated on it, and she was perfectly aware of how sudden her shift in attitude was. She wondered if she could be satisfied with that vampire guy from earlier.
But Helen refused to accept it. As she made small talk with the pair to fill the rest of her time, she already began formulating plans. Helen’s mind was clouded with emotion, and she wasn’t a genius, but she was determined. It was difficult to come up with a plan, as flaming jealousy towards Emily—whom she had never spoke to, or known at all—fanned itself to the front of her mind.
When the round ended, Helen was staring at Emily with a blank expression on her face, realizing a few seconds late that she had to switch tables. So, she switched to the next table, and it was another human. Helen made her lack of interest clear to him, and the man across from her understood and played on his phone for the rest of the date.
But Emily had ended up at the table next to her. Emily’s date with the vampire man in front of her never got off the ground, since both of them had dates already. Helen wondered if she should say anything at all to her. She knew she had to confront her somehow and get her to stop her date with Lucy and Clement. And as her mind flickered through possibilities, Helen thought it would be much easier if she were Emily instead.
If she were Emily instead.
Helen perked up as she finally decided on a course of action. Any other human in the building would not have seriously considered the idea, but Helen was the only one horny and desperate enough to try it. Since Emily and her date weren’t talking, Helen decided now was the perfect time to propose her plan.
“Hey,” she whispered to Emily. She did not hear, so she said it again. After the third “Hey,” Emily perked up.
“Hmm?” Emily said. Her voice was remarkably similar to Helen’s, only making her more confident in her plan.
“Hey, can I talk to you outside right after the speed dating is done?? I’m in a bit of a pickle,” she whispered.
“Um… sure, my date doesn’t start until three tonight. What is it?”
“Just, ummm… I’ll talk to you later. Just meet me after the speed dating.”
And when it ended, Helen and Emily walked together past the tables and chairs and smiling couples towards the door. Helen looked behind her to make sure Lucy and Clement didn’t see them together; it was a good thing that they were talking with another couple.
They went past the bouncer and out into the cold night air. Helen urged Emily away from the door; she was perplexed, but went with her.
“Okay,” Helen said, “I really wanted that threesome.”
“Huh? Is that what this is about? I thought you needed a ride, or—”
“—I have two hundred dollars in my pocket if you cancel.”
“I really need to get laid tonight. Sorry. It’s been that kind of week. And also, they told me that they were so dedicated to their first come first serve policy that they wouldn’t accommodate another person even if I quit, just in case I changed my mind halfway through.”
“Then I have a better idea; how are you with applying hair dye?”
“Um… good? I’m normally a chestnut brown, so I use lots of blonde dye, but—”
“—I have a date with a young, strapping vampire living in a penthouse two blocks down lined up, you have a vampire threesome lined up, and we’re basically identical except for our hair color.”
“You can’t seriously be considering—”
“—We sound alike, too.”
Emily paused. “Is he hot?”
“Very.”
“Is he rich?”
“Looks like it.”
It took Emily thirty seconds to speak again as she pondered the decision. “Fine. But only because I took acting lessons in college and I don’t plan on making this a long-time thing with him.”
Helen was relieved to hear her answer. “Thank you,” she said. “So, I think we should exchange some details…”
Over the next fifteen minutes, Emily and Helen shared information. Helen told Emily about the vampire who’s number she got, and Emily told Helen a set of facts. Two hours from now. 1403 Silver St, the West end of town, big Victorian Era house. Emily and Helen were glad that they didn’t share many personal details with their respective dates, or the lies would have gotten much more complicated. Helen forked over the cash and told Emily to find some fast-drying black hair dye and a place to apply it. Neither of them owned dresses that were just like the one the other wore, and didn’t want to switch dresses with each other, but they figured that it was enough to change into any different dress before their dates and claim that there was a spill. They both left the romantic gathering behind and parted ways.
The excitement and tension nullified most of the effects of the cold on her. Helen bolted back to her apartment and closed the door behind her. Relieved to be in her own home again, she had just under two hours to change her dress and hair color. Helen threw off her gray dress changed into a dark, red one that was slightly longer.
Hair color would be trickier. Helen had some hair dye that a friend accidentally left over at her house one time, a small bucket of the other necessary supplies, and a faint idea of how to use them.
It was by nothing short of a miracle that Helen managed to turn her black hair into Emily’s golden blonde. With a little makeup, Helen looked just like her. With half an hour to spare, she chugged more coffee and went outside to hail a taxi to take her to the West end of town, filled with trees and hills that made Helen almost forget that it was part of a large city. The driver, an older man, was mostly silent the whole time.
He dropped Helen off outside a wealthy neighborhood, and she paid him for the ride. “Stay safe,” he said, and drove away. She walked three blocks down the empty sidewalk, shaking with excitement, until she found the old Victorian Era house that she was looking for. The address was right. The lights were on inside, and Helen trembled as she walked up the cobblestone driveway. She checked the time—five minutes earlier than she had to be there—and arrived on the wood porch. An orange glow came from the small window at the top of the dark purple door. She rang the doorbell, and immediately heard shuffling on the other side.
Only then did it occur to Helen that maybe her disguise wasn’t foolproof. After all, she only changed the hair, dress, and add a little makeup. She shook as the pair of footsteps on the other side of the door grew louder and louder…
And when the door opened, the warm light inside the house and the friendly, fanged smiles of the vampire couple washed away her concern and replaced it with horny relaxation. Lucy, keeping to the vampire trend of making everything Victorian, was wearing a white victorian nightgown, and Clement was in a dark gray shirt and sweatpants.
“Emily!” Lucy said with a smile. “Ready for tonight?”
“Yep,” Helen said, hoping her voice was close enough to fool them.
And it did. Clement beckoned Helen in, and Lucy rubbed her hands together with excitement, as did Clement. Helen wasn’t sure what to do, so she just smiled and hung her purse on a hook by the door. She shuffled her wallet around to the bottom so that it wouldn’t fall out and conveniently show her real driver’s license.
“Oh, Clement, stay down here while I go and get the thing from upstairs.” Lucy turned around and ran up the adjacent stairwell, and turned a bend up the carpeted stairs. Clement and Helen were alone.
Helen spoke first. “So, uh, what are the specifics of tonight?”
“Honestly, I thought we’d just talk, have a glass or two of wine, then go upstairs and it would magically happen,” he said.
“That’s pretty much what I imagined,” Helen said.
They continued making small talk until Lucy came back with a bottle of red wine. It was some kind of obscure French brand that Helen wasn’t even going to try to pronounce any time soon.
They went into the living room, where glasses had already been set out, and the trio relaxed on the couch as Clement poured a glass for everyone. The fangs sticking out of his mouth made it difficult to believe that the red wine was actually wine, but if they were serving it to Helen, then it was certainly wine.
“So, any preferences for tonight?” Lucy asked. “I don’t think we went over it.”
“Preferences?”
“Yeah, kinks and the like,” Clement explained.
“Ummm… I definitely want to be submissive, and to get lots of biting and sucking all over my body, maybe you two can keep as much clothing on as possible? I don’t know: maybe I can be mostly still while you two move around have your way with me. And maybe I can start with my dress and have it come off a little. I really like the image of Lucy in a nightgown just ravishing me,” she said. “Other than that, you two can do literally anything you want to me,” Helen said with a smile, getting aroused by her own description of what she wanted them to do to her.
Lucy and clement turned towards each other. “That is a really hot image,” Clement said. Lucy nodded in agreement, and everyone started drinking. It was good, chilled wine and tasted faintly of raspberries.
“Hey,” Clement said. “When you said biting and sucking…”
“Yes,” Helen said, “The vampiric kind. Lots of blood loss.”
“How much?” he replied.
“As long as I don’t die, as much as possible.”
“Kinky,” Lucy said with a smile. “I do love mouth stuff.”
After two slow glasses of wine, Helen shaking a little with anticipation throughout, they all silently agreed that it was time.
“To the bedroom?” Clement asked to confirm their silent agreement, and the others nodded. Helen’s anticipation got to the point where a stain gradually began to grow on her panties. The trio began to walk to the stairs.
Am I really about to do this? Helen asked herself.
They climbed the carpeted stairs.
How did I get here? I was going around as normal one day, then the next…
The top of the staircase led to an L shaped hallway. The trio took the path on the left and began to approach the cracked door of a bedroom. Lucy and Clement looked excited. And the delightful realization sunk into Helen as she finally processed the night’s events.
Yep. The best night of my life is about to happen. She quivered for a moment as she thought that.
Clement opened the door, and Lucy and Helen followed. It was an unlit, fresh, clean victorian style bedroom. The full moon was visible from one window, with trees obscuring everything but the sky. The red carpeted floor gave the moonlit room a dangerously sexy aura as the faint light reflected onto the room’s furniture. Cabinets, two desks, a computer, and the white bed in the center of the room were all bathed in a faint pink glow in addition to the warm yellow light coming from the hallway. Even without outside light, it would still be possible to see.
Helen jumped on the bed, eager to begin. She propped her head on a pillow, shifted to the center, spread her arms and legs, and closed her eyes.
“I’m all yours,” she said, smiling. “I think I’ll keep my eyes closed for most of this just to make it more fun.” They giggled, she heard a door close, and she kept her eyes closed as one set of footsteps went to the foot of the bed while another approached the head. She heard the bed creak in front of her and then again to the right. The yellow ambient light that filtered through her eyelids was replaced by the faintest, darkest pink.
Lucy’s voice came from the right. “Emily, you’re going to have quite the fun night,” she said as Helen felt Clement climb onto the other end of the bed and crawl between her legs. Clement’s skin and the fabric of his clothes rubbed against the insides of her legs as the fabric of Lucy’s nightgown began to shift over Helen’s face. No more light filtered through Helen’s eyelids as Helen got a sense of what was going to happen.
The fabric drooped completely over Helen’s face and she felt Lucy’s thighs begin to come down to the sides of her head as Helen felt Clement pulling her wet panties down her spread legs. She closed them a tiny bit to keep them from being caught at her knees, and spread them again when Clement had pulled them from her ankles. And just as Clement placed her head in between Helen’s thighs, not yet interacting with the warmth between them, Lucy lowered her own tight, wet pussy over Helen’s face. Helen wanted to please her, to coax her into biting later, so she delightfully went all in. Helen let the lips of her mouth gently caress Lucy’s wet warmth as she probed inside with her tongue. Lucy settled on top of her and found the most comfortable spot for both of them.
Meanwhile, Clement was down below, and Helen shuddered as he began to lick the outskirts of her pussy, staying away from the center so as to deliberately tease. As Helen did her work on Lucy, she silently begged for Clement to pull away for a second and sink his teeth into her inner thighs before going in again, sprinkling physical pleasure with biting and blood drain.
Helen’s guess was right. Clement stopped teasing her groin, and began to gently run his fangs across Helen’s inner right thigh. Even without a puncture, the mere sensation of teeth against her flesh was more pleasurable than anything he or Lucy had done. She moaned a little into Lucy’s body as she licked and kissed her opening.
And then Helen felt the most wonderful set of punctures on her inner thigh. She gasped, not at all in pain but pleasure, and found the fervor to lick faster and harder, eventually finding the perfect rhythm to please Lucy, who reluctantly raised her pussy off of Helen for a moment to let her speak.
“So good… don’t stop, more please,” she begged, and Lucy lowered herself onto Helen again to let her resume her perfect rhythm of kissing and licking. Helen’s pain only strengthened the erotic bliss that shot through her leg, as warm, wet, sucking kisses dropped over the wound, and each throbbing suck corresponded to a shudder in Helen’s groin. She was not climaxing, but the bite, the culmination of everything she wanted, brought her much closer as she grew wetter and her heart rate accelerated from arousal and blood loss.
Clement gave her one last sucking kiss before retreating and placing his mouth back to her groin, this time targeting Helen’s clit with his tongue. Helen shook and moaned into Lucy with excitement as Lucy began to moan and gasp herself. Lucy even let out a little giggle. Helen’s fervent licking was slowly bringing her to a climax, and Helen herself knew.
Helen’s motions against Lucy’s depths and her clit finally brought out even stronger moans and stifled gasps. “Emily, Emily, Emily,” she faintly moaned as the wet walls of her climaxing pussy begin to throb and pulse around Helen’s tongue. Only the slightest bit of guilt over the fake name made its way to Helen’s mind, and was soon smothered with pleasure as Clement pulled away with his mouth and began to stroke Helen’s soaking pussy with two fingers, massaging her closer and closer to orgasm as Clement began to move up Helen’s body. She felt Clement come near her left side, and she felt him grab her left arm. Helen was near the tipping point of orgasm already, and longed for what came next.
As Lucy’s moans stopped, another pair of blissful punctures sunk down on her wrist. The sensation of Lucy’s body, Clement’s fingers, and the bite all sent Helen over to the edge. A fiery, wet wave of pleasure pulsed from her groin, making her shudder around Clement’s fingers and moan and gasp into Lucy’s groin, which she kept licking.
Clement’s sucking kisses synced with the clenching in Helen’s center, and each wet, erotic pulse correlated with another little bit of blood sucked from her body, making the orgasm much more intense as Helen visualized the blood leaving her circulatory system. And just before the orgasm ended, Clement gave one last long kiss, and withdrew his lips. Lucy pulled her groin away from Helen’s lips, and Helen silently begged for more of all if it.
Helen heard Clement unbuckling his pants as he began to reposition himself, putting his knees between Helen’s spread legs again.
“Lovely,” Lucy said. “I think I’ll reward her a little while you do that… I think Emily wants a little more pleasure up here too, after what she did for me…”
Lucy got off from on top of Helen and climbed to her right side. Lucy opened her eyes just a moment to see Lucy crouching beside her head, then closed them again to let Clement’s actions be a surprise.
Helen waited as the pair adjusted themselves. Helen felt Lucy toying with the top of her dress, and Helen obediently positioned her arms so that Lucy could pull off the straps. After freeing them, she pulled the top of her dress down, exposing Helen’s bra-clad chest.
Helen felt Clement reposition himself, and began to anticipate his entry into her. Helen spread her legs a little more and did her best to try and angle her body up a little.
The touch of Clement’s warm, erect length against the lips of her wet center made her shudder as Lucy finished taking off Helen’s bra. The tip of his cock entered her, and Lucy let out a little giggle as she placed her head on Helen’s chest.
“Nice, hmm?” Lucy said as Clement thrusted in and out, bringing more pleasure with each stroke and gradually making Helen climb to her next orgasm. “I think I’ll help him a little,” Lucy said as she rested her head on Helen’s shoulder and reached for her breasts with her hands. Helen felt Lucy’s fingers tease around her nipples, not quite touching them, but making her hornier by the second and amplifying everything she felt in her groin.
Lucy began tracing her teeth around the right side of Helen’s neck, and she shuddered. Lucy’s warm, sweet breath was on her neck. The wrist and thighs were erotic enough, but she knew that being bitten in the archetypal spot for a vampire to target would be so much more intense. It was the bite spot she desired the most.
Clement soon settled in his rhythm, going in and out of her hot, wet opening with little resistance. Lucy stopped teasing around Helen’s nipples and pinched them directly, molding her soft flesh in her fingertips, making Helen so much hornier and aroused and closer to orgasm.
Lucy kept rubbing the tips of her fangs against Helen’s neck, teasing her and making her want it more and more.
“Now, now,” Lucy said, “Tell me when you’re about to come, and I’ll plunge these into you and make it so much better.” Lucy patiently waited by her side, teasing her neck and breasts, as Helen began to moan from the thrusts and teases on her body. The fangs were almost as intoxicating as the pleasure from Clement’s cock.
Helen let them both bring her closer and closer to climax, moaning more and more, and when she was at the brink of her second orgasm, she moaned out, “Now, Lucy.”
Lucy obeyed, sinking her teeth into Helen, still massaging her nipples. As she pierced her artery, the spike in electric, fiery pleasure shot into her neck and spread around the rest of her body, bringing a deep wellspring of arousal to the surface. Clement stifled a gasp, a sign that he was nearly at climax as well. The moment Lucy started sucking from Helen’s spurting neck, she came. Helen’s pussy clenched around Clement’s cock, now throbbing in orgasm and spurting into her, and she gasped and moaned as a surge of blood left her body, leaving her more lightheaded by the second and overwhelming her body with pleasure. Clench after clench came, and Lucy kept sucking spurt after spurt of blood from Helen’s neck, and the drain left Helen happy and hazy, and she almost wished it would knock her out so this would be the last thing she saw before her vision went dark. The delightful orgasm stayed far longer than the previous, but soon began to fade as Lucy retracted her lips and licked up one last surge of blood from the wounds, now closed.
Helen let herself sink into the mattress as Clement pulled out of her and Lucy began to lay down to Helen’s right. Clement began to climb up the bed and settled down to Helen’s left, and they both hugged Helen, patting her on the head.
“Such a fun girl,” Clement said. “I think we’ll have to keep her.”
“Or at least bring her around on weekends,” Lucy said. “Helen, what do you think?”
Helen voiced a reply, letting herself relax between her lovers. “Sure, that sounds—” And then she opened her eyes when she realized Lucy had said her real name. “—Wait, what was that?”
Lucy giggled. “Whoops,” she said, as Helen began to sweat.
Clement giggled as well. “Yeah, the real Emily called about half an hour ago and explained everything. Really, we thought that you two had gotten yourselves into such a silly scenario that we’d let it play out, but it looks like someone had to ruin it.”
Helen rolled her eyes, and noticed all the bloodstains on the bed and on all three of them. “So I dyed my hair blonde and gave her a bunch of cash for nothing? That bitch.”
“Well, I guess if you’re horny,” Lucy said, “you’d also forget that just coming inside with the real Emily and talking out everything in person would also be a good idea.”
Helen sighed. “I guess I could have just done that from the start. So, um, yeah, weekends are good. Saturdays seem like as good of a night as any to get sucked.”
“Saturdays it is then,” Clement said, and the trio snuggled up closer. “You can be our nighttime pet or something.”
“Great!” she said, and there was a little pause before she spoke again. I don’t want to get up,” Helen said. “Do any of you have anywhere you need to be tonight?”
“Nope,” Clement said.
“I think we can go to bed a little early,” Lucy said. “Day isn’t too far away.” Lucy and Clement drifted off to sleep, clutching their new plaything, and then Helen did the same.
Morning came, and Helen left, closing the curtains as she walked out to keep the uncomfortable sun away from the pair, waking Clement and Lucy from their sleep for just a moment before they drifted back to bed. It was daytime, after all. Helen cleaned herself up, packed her things, and left, quickly finding a taxi to bring her back home.
She returned the next Saturday, as well as the Saturday after that. Sex aside, Clement and Lucy turned out to be great people in general, and Helen loved them. Routine, amazing sex and more importantly, frequent biting, spaced out over just long enough of a time-span for her to never tire of it, gave her the energy to focus during the week, and helped her career greatly over the months to come.
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I hope you liked this: the genre is a little oversaturated, but I think I pulled it off. Let me know if you have any suggestions!