This is the latest contribution in my effort to post at least one story in every Literotica category. Obviously it’s a work of fiction for which I hold the copyright and which may not be reposted in any other forum. As usual all the characters are over 18. Thank you to all my patient followers. As always votes, comments and feedback are welcome.
Camilla
Camilla woke just after sunset and immediately felt the violent pangs of hunger. She had delayed as long as possible but knew she would now have to feed or suffer excruciating withdrawal. She rose and drew back the curtains to savour the last light of the day. There was no danger with the sun already dipped below the ridgeline. That was one of the great fallacies of vampirism: that daylight was deadly. It wasn’t the light itself, it was the UVB radiation from direct sunrays triggering Vitamin D production in the skin. Even with the benefit of modern scientific techniques and the millions her kind had poured into research, there was still no explanation why excess vitamin D was so deadly to those infected with the vampire virus. Despite what popular fiction would have people believe, Camilla knew that accidental exposure wouldn’t make her burst into flame and crumble to ash. But it would weaken her, and prolonged exposure could indeed kill any vampire.
She sighed to herself. Bram Stoker, and hundreds of schlock movie producers since, had a lot to answer for in turning the fact of vampirism into a fantastical myth — most of it complete nonsense. All that rubbish about silver bullets and wooden stakes; and not having a reflection; and having to sleep in a coffin filled with Transylvanian soil — all of it pure nonsense.
After two decades of infection Camilla understood very well the bare truths about being a vampire — and they were bizarre enough: to survive her kind had to feed on blood, preferably human; they could not allow themselves to be exposed to unfiltered sunlight — so they chose to live by night and sleep by day; and once infected they did not age. All very well if you were infected while young and healthy — not so good if you were infected at age 80 and racked by rheumatism.
Though they did not grow older, and although the virus bestowed immunity from all known human diseases, it was also a fallacy that vampires lived forever. Because vampires were just as susceptible as anyone else to extreme bodily trauma — like accidents, war wounds, explosions and, yes, beheading.
There was one other curious aspect of her non-human kind that research couldn’t explain: the ability to control humans by thought-power alone. In fact, it was the one feature of being “un-dead” that Camilla rather enjoyed.
She took a last look at the fading twilight and focussed on her need to feed. She left her room and descended naked to the so-called dungeon. It was really just the basement of their large city mansion, but Joseph liked to preserve the traditions of his ancient family home in France — the one he’d left 180 years before. Having been born in the 19th century he was still charmingly in awe of 21st century technologies. And a certain childish addiction to 1960’s horror movies had led him to fit out his “dungeon” like some cheap movie set; complete with stone slabs and burning torches and implements of bondage and discipline. It made Camilla angry every time she entered it. It was pathetic. He was pathetic. But he was still her maker, so had an irresistible power to control her. Not that he ever really exercised it.
Joseph was seated as usual in the oversized armchair he liked to call his “throne”, naked except for the stupid black cape he habitually draped around his shoulders. Even after two decades under his power, Camilla still marvelled at his handsome face and the power of his ever-youthful body. His half-swollen prick lay benign but threatening between his thighs. His piercing eyes aroused her, as they always did, and she couldn’t deny the sexual hunger for him that had never waned — no matter how much she wished it would — since he first deflowered her, and “re-made” her, and awoken in her a shameful sexual appetite.
Despite all his annoyances she had to concede he was also a very good provider. He smiled at her and waved one hand in a dramatic flourish toward the St Andrew’s cross in the corner, where tonight’s “meal” was awaiting her. As usual, it was a beautiful young woman, naked, with her arms and legs spread wide and bound to the cross. Camilla rolled her eyes at Joseph.
“You are so fucking predictable!” she sighed.
He merely smiled at her annoyance because he knew she’d enjoy this delicious morsel every bit as much as he would. But he always let her go first. Camilla felt the hunger bite deep within her, but also a stab of sexual arousal, as she examined the lithe victim with her sleek limbs, high firm breasts and shaved mound. The young woman — girl really — looked to be about 19 or 20, possibly even a virgin, and she was clearly terrified. Her beautiful eyes bulged above the ball-gag that was stifling her screams. Camilla hated this part — the terror their predations invoked in their victims — and she put a swift stop to it. She stepped up to the cross and gently placed her palm on the girl’s forehead. Camilla smiled at the girl and allowed a soothing calmness to flow from her own mind into the young captive. She felt an immediate lessening of tension in the girl, her frightened eyes softened and the strangled pleading died in her throat.
Camilla had resolved long ago that she would never willingly terrify her victims — that she would always make this bizarre practice as pleasurable as possible for them both. She smiled again at the girl and removed the ball gag. She stroked the girl’s cheeks and leaned into her, pressing their naked bodies together, and kissing the now compliant young mouth. She let her own growing arousal flow into the girl and was gratified when a questing tongue curled willingly around her own.
Camilla could sense Joseph’s eyes upon them. He was such a perve. He loved watching the fulfilment. But Camilla forced him from her mind, concentrating instead on the delicious feel of this young girl’s body. As she kissed her she let her hands glide over the girl’s flesh — warm and taut. She cupped the pert breasts and rolled the nipples, making the girl moan into her mouth. She pressed her mound into the girl, enjoying the vibrations this caused in the young body. Camilla realised that, in truth, she and her victim were about the same age. Though in years, Camilla was actually 42, her body was still just 22 — the age she’d been when Joseph had re-made her. She forced that distressing memory out of her mind and concentrated on preparing her victim. She let her kisses trail along the girl’s jaw; she sucked on an earlobe; nipped it with her teeth and as her own hunger grew she felt the needlepoints of her fangs begin to descend. She used them to gently graze the girl’s neck — not breaking the skin, but leaving raised track marks of desire. She felt the girls hips press forward to increase the contact between their bodies, and kissed down the girl’s chest to capture a hard nipple in her mouth. She sucked, licked and gently bit the nub bringing a gasp from the girl and she had to fight the desire to bite directly into the firm breast flesh. Waiting would be rewarding.
By the time she let one hand trail down the girl’s belly to her sexual centre, she was already dripping. Now it was Camilla’s turn to moan with pleasure. She caressed the slit, spreading the wetness over the girl’s clit, teasing her there and making her hips buck. She pressed her fingertips just inside the girl, gathering the arousal and then raised her hand to the girl’s mouth to share the taste in a mutual sucking kiss.
Camilla could have continued this game for hours but there was a much more pressing hunger taking control of her now. The ache to feed couldn’t be ignored. She sucked one last time on the girls tongue then sank slowly to her knees till the teenager’s bald mound was right before her face. She let both hands glide upward to knead the captive breasts and pinch the nipples, then buried her face between the spread legs to force her tongue into the girl’s cleft. The taste was heavenly — her purpose hellish.
She worked her tongue up and down the slit, savouring the juices. She licked and sucked the inner labia, one side then the other. She buried her tongue as deeply as she could, sucking in the girl’s nectar. She attuned herself to the girls growing arousal, feeling the vibrations of her body, making them intensify. Then she focussed on her victim’s clit – first with feather-light flutters of her tongue tip, which extracted a deep moan from the girl, then with purposeful laving that made the trigger point swell and lengthen till the girl was gasping and grinding her gash against Camilla’s soaked face. She eased off slightly, letting the girl’s pleasure plateau, making her more desperate to come, then attacked the swollen bud again, pushing her toward the peak — but again eased off, making the girl moan and mumble with desperate pleas for release.
Finally, Camilla could wait no longer. As she twisted the girl’s nipple with her left hand, she slid three fingers of her right into the girl’s cunt and sucked almost viciously on the engorged clit. The girl screamed in ecstasy and bucked hard against Camilla’s face as crashing waves of orgasm swept through her. Camilla’s eyes swept up the girl’s heaving body to fix on the desperate eyes piercing down.
And then she struck.
The girl screamed in ecstatic pain and pleasure as Camilla’s fangs pierced the blood engorged flesh on either side of her clit. Camilla’s mouth plastered itself to the girl’s clenching cunt, sucking deeply on the rush of blood and cum juice that streamed from her. Camilla moaned deep in her throat as her body reacted to the feeding. Her heart surged and she felt herself flushing with intense vigour. This was what made it all worthwhile, the only real compensation for the vile life she was forced to live: this all too brief but ecstatic sensation of sublime pleasure and power.
There was no blood like orgasm blood.
Afterward, she draped herself in Joseph’s armchair and watched as he too knelt and fed on the now semi-conscious teen. He never really cared about his victims’ pleasure. He was selfish in that way. Camilla watched the girl, carefully gauging the optimal time to intervene — then called out imperiously: “That’s enough!”
As usual, Joseph was reluctant to stop but complied with Camilla’s wishes. It had been years since she had let him re-make someone. Although, technically, he was Camilla’s “dark lord and master” — he generally complied with her wishes when it came to their victims. He would let them live and recover and release them, weakened, but with no memory of where they had been and what had happened during the long hours of their captivity.
As usual, after he’d fed, Joseph’s cock was engorged and standing proudly erect. Camilla knew he would badly want to fuck her now. And she was usually not averse to the idea — but not yet, not tonight. She rose and walked over to him and enfolded his phallus in her small white hands. She squeezed a moan from him but avoided his embrace.
“No,” she said. “Not tonight.”
A dark scowl infused his face. “You’re going to see him again, aren’t you?” He spat the question. A fleeting look of pain clouded her eyes and she did not answer him. “You’re pathetic,” he sneered. “You know you could have him forever if you want. Just fucking re-make him — and you can live for eternity in your pathetic little romance.”
Camilla’s eyes hardened and she released his cock.
“Never!” she hissed. “I’ll never do to him what you’ve done to me.” And with that she took one last look at their slowly reviving victim and strode out of the dungeon.
*
Joseph felt a flash of deep anger as he watched Camilla walk away. Her lustrous hair shone in the flame light, falling in a honey-coloured swathe almost to her bottom. And what a bottom! Even after all these years the sight of her perfect arse made him ache for her.
When the door slammed behind her he threw himself into his armchair and tried to push her from his mind, but smirked at his own inability to do so. They had been together for two decades now and he had never tired of her. Over the past two centuries he had re-made and discarded dozens of women — unleashing them on the world to pursue their own eternal lives. And every one of them had been more than grateful for their transformation.
But not Camilla. The bitch. Despite the pleasures, powers and abundant riches he had bestowed on her she still clung to her desire to be human. It was, of course, an impossibility. There was no going back. For vampires there was only the future – and every decade or so they had to relocate and re-make their identities as well. It was too dangerous to stay for too long in one place or to keep the same names. People would inevitably notice their longevity. Not to mention the dangers of feeding from the one trough for too long. But Camilla would not give up this house and this city. They had other homes, of course: equally sumptuous houses in Europe and Asia and North America, which they visited on a semi-regular basis. But it was always here that they ended up. He could always command her to abandon her hometown — he was her maker after all, so she would be incapable of defying his commands, but he never did.
Because she also held power over him.
Fortunately, she didn’t know this — not fully, anyway. And she didn’t know the truth behind her re-making. He’d always told her she’d been a random victim of his hunger. She’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But the truth was he’d been stalking her for months. Her university was a regular haunt for him. He’d even sat in on some night classes as a less conspicuous way to pick out victims. And that’s where he’d first seen her.
She was simply the most beautiful woman in the room. Everything about her was perfection: her eyes, her hair, her skin and — oh fuck yes — her body. She was above average in height — about five feet ten he guessed — with slim hips but bigger than average breasts. He’d been awe-struck. But it wasn’t just her looks. He’d had many equally beautiful women over the long decades – it was her beautiful nature as well. Even from across the room he could sense her kindness and generosity of spirit. That sort of thing would normally make him sneer. But in her it was perfection. He followed her home that night and, as best he could, he stalked her for the next few weeks. It soon became clear she was doing mostly night classes as she worked part time in a disability hostel as well. It also became clear that she was religious — spending her Saturday and Sunday nights with a fellowship group at her church.
But most alarming to Joseph was that she had a steady boyfriend. She spent almost all her spare time in his company. They attended church meetings together and they ate together whenever they could. But she never spent the night with him, making Joseph surmise that she was almost certainly a virgin.
For a vampire, she could not have been a more perfect target. Yet Joseph felt an annoying unwillingness to act. He could have taken her — and re-made her — any time he wished. So his reluctance to do so was puzzling. He took others in the meantime of course, fed on them, and discarded them — some dead, some alive but totally disoriented. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to take her. She set up a turmoil in his mind that he hated. And he hated her for making him feel weak and irresolute. But still he desisted.
In the end the decision was made for him when he followed her to a bar one night to discover she was attending a hens’ party, and that she was the guest of honour. That was the night he finally swooped.
Now, twenty years later, she still had the power to make him feel frustrated and …what? Empty? Yes, there was still an emptiness he knew only she could fill and it maddened him when she continually held the most important part of herself back. He thumped his fists on the arms of the chair. His anger reminded him of his arousal. His cock was still engorged against his thigh and he couldn’t wait for her return.
He remembered their latest victim and looked across to where she still hung, limp and dazed, on the St Andrews cross. His eyes blazed at the sight of her naked body — so young, so vulnerable. He pushed out of the chair and strode over to her. He lifted her face to see she was still semi-conscious. He kissed her roughly but deeply, allowing his own desire to reanimate her body. She moaned deeply and opened her eyes. They slowly focussing on his eyes and then quickly reflecting his lust. His cock was pressed against her lower belly and he ground his hips against her for a moment before reaching down to unsnap the cuffs that bound her ankles. Then he lifted her legs to cradle one each in the crook of his arms. He pulled her forward slightly tilting her pelvis upwards then manoeuvred his hips till his cockhead was poised at the opening of her still-moist cunt. He fixed her gaze again then, with a snarl, he thrust his hips forward burying himself deep inside her. She let out a scream as he pierced her to the core. But her wails were very soon pleasurable moans as he began a deep rhythmic fucking that made their bodies slap together and sparked an arousal in her which was other-worldly. Joseph luxuriated in his power over this helpless victim and the excitement he was generating in her. He dipped his head and allowed one fang to pierce her nipple she wailed again yet the nub swelled even more and stiffened under his sucking. He savoured the taste of her blood and it made his arousal surge. His cock expanded inside her, making her growl with excitement. He pounded her for long minutes, both of them grunting and gasping, till sweat was pouring down her chest, mingling with the trickle of blood from her ravaged nipple. Their mutual passion built suddenly to the tipping point, when her cunt spasmed around his straining cock and his balls bunched to disgorge their hot load of cum deep inside her.
*
Camilla drove carefully through the city. She wished sometimes that vampires really could turn themselves into bats or wolves or whatever the current horror fad favoured. It would make travel so much easier. As it was, vampires were subject to the same wearisome transport problems as humans. But her kind had to be so much more careful when travelling. They couldn’t afford to be stopped for traffic violations, or have accidents that might lead to blood tests and invasive surgical procedures. They could only continue to live in this world because humans believed their kind to be a ghoulish myth. In fact, vampires had to be model citizens in every way — apart from the whole ripping out people’s throats and drinking their blood thing. Vampires were probably the most law-abiding people around. The irony wasn’t lost on Camilla.
She parked as close as she dared to Benjamin’s house and approached on foot. It was well after midnight so foot traffic was likely to be minimal, but vampires didn’t survive as long as they did without being very careful. As she approached the generic 90s bungalow she felt her pulse begin to race and an urgent swelling in her heart. She paused at the gate. Just beyond these walls was the man she loved more than life itself. She knew these visits were pointless and only added to her long-standing grief. But for the short while they lasted she was transported back to a better time, when their mutual love was a reality.
She slipped through the gate and then, standing under his bedroom window, she cast her senses into the house, feeling for movement, or noise or any kind of activity. Nothing. She smiled, closed her eyes and summoned him. She felt his response almost immediately. Then standing in the shadows she waited patiently till she heard the front door click open.
Still she waited – long enough for him to return to bed – before she entered his house. It was another ridiculous fallacy that vampires had to be invited across the threshold before they could enter a victim’s home. But neither could they walk through walls. So short of breaking and entering, with all the dangers that entailed, it was mind control they used to invade forbidden spaces. She crept silently up to his bedroom and paused at the door to gather her resolve, then entered to find him sound asleep again, lying on his back, naked under the covers, with one arm thrown carelessly above his noble forehead. Looking down at his handsome face, her heart again swelled with both joy and deep sadness.
Benjamin was in his early forties now and showing all the changes that twenty years of life inevitably wrought. But he was still handsome and she still loved him. He had some grey in his hair. He had some grey in his day-old stubble. He had some extra pounds rounding out the form that had once been so toned and sleek.
And he had a wife lying beside him.
Camilla’s gaze shifted to the woman who now shared the life that should have been hers. She wanted to hate Joanna but she couldn’t. It wasn’t her fault that Camilla had been snatched away from Benjamin virtually on the eve of their wedding. In fact, in one sense, she felt deep gratitude to this woman. For she had made Benjamin happy again, had loved him, had pulled him from the abyss of grief caused by Camilla’s apparent desertion. It had taken years of course, and a lot of patience on Joanna’s part, but eventually she had made him happy and, importantly, had given him the children that now made his mended life complete.
So it was raw envy, and not jealousy, that Camilla felt as she shifted her gaze back to the man she loved. And that love sparked the same need in her it always had. She leaned over the bed and placed the palm of one hand on Joanna’s forehead, willing her into a deeper sleep. She then touched a palm to Benjamin’s forehead but willed him instead into a trance-like state, neither sleeping nor waking. She allowed all of her desire to flow into him and smiled at the low moan that escaped his throat. She bent and kissed him softly and lovingly on the lips, then drew back the covers on his side and licked her lips at the sight of his naked body. She watched his penis swell with excitement till it was rock hard and straining up toward his navel. Then with her own soft moan of excitement she knelt by the bed and grasped his manhood to feed it into her mouth.
The response of his body was immediate. His hips strained upward to increase the pressure on his phallus and Camilla squeezed the base with her hand as she licked and sucked his flesh to even greater stiffness. She loved sucking his cock. She allowed herself the brief indulgence of imagining she was still his; that their life was a perfect union of human love. She worked his flesh almost desperately for several long ecstatic minutes. She pumped his cock with her hand, sucking hard, wanting desperately to share his life force.
And it came soon enough. With her eyes fixed on his face she felt his body jerk upward and she was rewarded with the flood of his essence, filling her mouth and throat. She kept sucking till she could get no more then released him and stood looking down at him. She kept his seed in her mouth, savouring it, tasting it, rolling it with her tongue — enjoying every drop. Finally she swallowed it down gratefully, feeling it imbue her own body with a powerful lust — a lust that she would now indulge. Still gazing lovingly on his handsome face she unbuttoned her overcoat and let it slip to the floor. She had been naked underneath it and she felt her whole body tingle with arousal. Her nipples tightened and she felt the cool wetness of desire on her inner thighs. It was a combined slickness from her earlier feeding with the beautiful young girl and new secretions for the fuck that was to come. She stood for a moment longer, running her hands over her own body, feeling the eternal tautness of her tummy and breasts, running her hands down to the smooth globes of her arse cheeks and then letting her fingers play at the lips of her vagina; opening them, spreading the wetness, stroking her clit — preparing herself for the ultimate pleasure.
When she could wait no longer she bent again to kiss her human lover. This time the kiss was lingering and deep. She found his tongue and sucked on it. She let her fingers trail all over his skin, teasing his nipples, raking his belly and finally cupping his balls to gently squeeze life back into his cock. It took only seconds for her powers to work their magic on his mind and body and soon she was astride him, poised with the tip of his erection probing her cleft. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and sank onto him, revelling in the delicious feel of his shaft penetrating her cunt. When she was fully seated she paused just to savour the tightness within her. This was what she truly lived for now: these all too brief but all too vital unions with the man she adored. Slowly she began to ride him, rising and falling on his cock, relishing the darts of pleasure that radiated from her sexual centre. She teased him with her fingers: tracing his lips, raking his chest with her nails, pinching his nipples, making him writhe beneath her and swell inside her. She could easily make him last as long as she needed. And she didn’t rush, instead letting the excitement build and recede, peaking just a little higher each time. She was lost again in a daydream of desire — imagining them together for always, doing this as often as they wished — giving each other their bodies in tribute to their love. But as her own pleasure coursed through his body as well, she felt his movements grow faster, harder and she couldn’t deny herself the fulfilment she so desperately needed. She began to ride him with more intensity, rising higher and slamming down onto his body, her slick flesh meeting his with deep grunts and loud slaps. She seized her own breasts to knead the flesh and pinch her nipples, she sank down and began to grind backwards and forward on his cock, making her clit work against his pubic bone. She slipped the fingers of one hand into his mouth, wetting them, gathering his saliva then used them to stroke her clit.
“Yessss” she hissed into the darkness as the gathering vibrations deep in her belly began to spread outwards, to her tortured breasts and straining thighs and then arrowed inwards, igniting an almost insane excitement in her pussy lips and her clit. Her eyes blazed golden in the night and she felt her fangs descend. She had to fight to control herself — to resist the mad urge to suck the life right out of him. But even in her erotic frenzy she knew she would never do that to him. Instead she focussed all of her pleasure into willing him to cum inside her — sharing with him her ecstasy. She felt the sexual urgency infusing his body; his moans became strangled cries, his heels dug into the bed and he arched upward, lifting her whole body and driving his cock deeper than ever.
They came together, wildly, happily, lovingly, shrieking their pleasure into the cold night air as her body spasmed and clamped on his cock and he pumped load after load of his cum deep into her cunt.
For what might have been 30 seconds or thirty minutes, she lay on top of him, feeling their breathing calm to a mutual steady rhythm, with his cock still wedged inside her. She whimpered softly against his throat, feeling his pulse against her lips, still longing to make him hers forever — and still denying herself that selfish reward. When the first hints of dawn began to lighten the room she lifted herself reluctantly, letting his half-hard penis slip from her body. She bent and lovingly used to her mouth to clean him — sucking and licking her own tang from his genitals and thighs.
She had one more gift to bestow on him before she left. She walked around to the other side of the bed and pulled the covers away from Joanna’s body. She was wearing a modest pair of soft cotton pyjamas. Camilla knew that Joanna was several years younger than Benjamin, in her late thirties, and was still beautiful, with a firm, slim body. Camilla knelt by Joanna and unbuttoned her pyjama top, peeling it aside to expose her small but firm breasts. She gently cupped each breast and rolled the nipples with her fingers and thumbs. Joanna moaned in her sleep and squirmed under the caresses. Camilla leaned over to suck on each nipple and arouse them to tight beads with her tongue and teeth. Then she slipped one hand into the pyjama bottoms, finding Joanna’s cunt lips and insinuating a finger. The digit was soon wet and she withdrew it, using the nectar to anoint Joanna’s clit, exciting it to life. She felt the vibrations in Joanna’s body that emanated from her swollen bud and teased her towards a climax, rolling the clit and resuming her sucking at the taut breasts. She pressed hard on the clit, buzzing it with her fingertips. But when Joanna’s whole body tightened on the verge of climax, Camilla ceased her stimulation. She paused till Joanna’s moans dissipated and her body calmed once more, then she re-buttoned her pyjama top and pulled up the bed covers. She placed a soft kiss on Joanna’s lips then whispered in her ear:
“Love him like I do Joanna, wholly and forever.”
Then she rose and moved back around to Benjamin’s side of the bed. She gave him one last loving kiss and then pressed her lips to his ear to whisper:
“Love her like I love you Benjamin, wholly and forever.”
She rose from his side with tears coursing down her cheeks and slipped into her coat. The pre-dawn light was growing urgent now and with one last look at her man she slipped silently from the room and the house.
*
The sunlight was just breaching the ridge tops when Camilla slid her car into the garage beneath their mansion. Joseph was just getting out of his car when she parked beside him. She realised he must be returning from releasing last night’s treat. He cast a sour look her way, which she chose to ignore.
“She’s gone?” she asked.
“Yes, never fear my soft hearted angel. I let her out on the other side of the city where she’s now wandering dazed — and a bit bow-legged — trying to remember where she’s been all night and why her cunt is so enticingly sore.” He smirked at her and added: “Not to mention her tight young arsehole!”
Despite herself, Camilla felt a small jolt of pleasure at Joseph’s crudity. Over the years he had taught her to enjoy all manner of perversions that she would never have contemplated in her pre-marital dating with Benjamin. She couldn’t believe, now, the pleasure she and her fiancé had denied themselves as they waited patiently for a consecrated marriage. Once she was in Joseph’s thrall, he’d quickly broken down all of her sexual barriers becoming her talented and demanding master. She still disliked the power he held over her but couldn’t deny the incredible sexual pleasure she enjoyed under his tutelage. He’d taught her every manner of carnal delight — lesbian sex, transgender sex, oral and anal play, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes. There was none of the loving intimacy she experienced in her stealthy couplings with Benjamin — but she couldn’t deny the thrill she felt in her many other sexual trysts. She almost always fucked the men and women she fed on and those feedings left her on a sexual high for days afterwards.
Not unlike right now, she thought. Once inside the mansion and safely isolated from the gathering sunshine she walked almost aggressively up to Joseph and cupped the bulge in his trousers. Her tongue flashed in and out of his mouth. He pulled back and smiled at her with the heat of arousal in his eyes.
“So I see your human lover is still not enough to satisfy you?”
“Of course not,” she lied. “And now I want my vampire lover to show me how well he can fuck the life back into me.”
They were naked in seconds right there in the living room. He pushed her forward over the back of the leather chesterfield and entered her quickly from behind, ploughing straight into her with his prodigious phallus. She gasped and was momentarily breathless at the force of his entry but they soon set up a rhythm of deep animal fucking which made their eyes glow and their fangs descend. They growled in unison as they neared their peak and voiced their mutual climax in an inhuman shriek.
*
At about the same time across the city Benjamin and Joanna were stirring from sleep. They threw off the covers and she noticed immediately his impressive erection. She reached out to encircle it in one small fist and smiled at him.
“Let me guess,” she teased. “You had that dream again didn’t you?”
He at least had the decency to blush a bit. “Yes,” he admitted. “Sorry.”
“Hey don’t worry about it buster. Since it always leaves you like this when you wake — there’s no way I’m complaining.” She rose quickly and skipped around the bed to lock the bedroom door then shed her pyjamas on the way back to him. He marvelled at her beautiful athletic body and his cock twitched. In seconds she had climbed aboard him and he lay back with his hands behind his head and watched as she twisted and squirmed downward to impale herself.
“Oooooh fuck!” she breathed. “There’s nothing like the boners you get from that dream.” He half laughed and half gasped as she settled herself more comfortably on him. “Still don’t know who she is?”
“No — it’s weird — I feel like I should know her but her face is always in shadow. Maybe it’s actually you? Do you climb on me in the night to give me a mind blowing fuck?”
“Hardly, or I wouldn’t be waking up this horny either!” It was true she reflected, whenever Benjamin had that dream they both woke with an insatiable appetite for sex that was wholly unlike their usual gentle lovemaking.
She knew how the day would unfold from here: a short but torrid fuck to a mutual orgasm, then a break to rouse the children and get them off to school. Then they would both be calling in sick to work and the rest of the day would be spent in a delirium of desperate fucking. He would use his mouth, his tongue, his fingers and his cock to make her climax again and again. And she would take him in her mouth, her cunt, her arse — anywhere that would give him pleasure and leave her plastered in his cum.
Joanna didn’t know whom to thank for those dreams — but she offered a silent prayer of gratitude to whatever heavenly power bestowed them.
The end.