* Drac the Maker *

In my darkest hour, he appeared in the night. The mist swirled and parted as he took long strides to the spot I had been left for dead. Highwaymen, long departed, had robbed, violated, and then beat me until I knew I would soon perish. I had made peace with my maker and longed for death’s sweet release. Release from the pain and humiliation. And now, before me, stood the most striking man, if that is what he truly was. My heart fluttered in my breast as he leaned down to brush a blood stained strand of hair from my face. I felt his cool touch on my skin for the first time.

His hair fell past his shoulders, the color of a raven’s wing. Alabaster skin luminescent with moisture from the fog, dark shadows that formed around his aristocratic bone structure accentuated his aura of despair. His eyes, the shade of night, took pity on me and I barely had the strength left to scream as he drew back his full red lips to reveal his fangs.

I closed my eyes tightly, unprepared for the feel of his cool lips on my breast. The sensation shot through me and pooled low in my stomach. An aching hunger grew so strong. I reached up with my remaining strength, taking fistfuls of his hair, holding him to me like a suckling babe. The first bite was painful. I cried out as my body spasmed in ecstasy, my back arching, thrusting myself into his mouth, now moist and wet from my blood.

I rode wave after wave of pleasure mixed with pain until I was nearing unconsciousness. It was then that he pulled away, but only far enough to tear at his own shirt, rending the fabric and the top few buttons flying in all manner of direction. I watch through passion filled eyes as he pulled a knife from his boot, cutting a deep gash across his own breast.

It never entered my mind to turn away. He pulled me by my own hair, pressing my face against his cold hard skin. I opened my mouth, my tongue flicking out and then flattening against the cut. A moan escaped his lips and it made me feel as though flames were licking the insides of my thighs, meeting at the very core of me. I sucked long and hard, grasping at his back, my nails raking tracks across his beautiful skin. My whole body was now aflame. I wanted more, much more. I wanted it all, everything he could give me. I wanted him to fill me up and never stop.

My head jerked back, as he pulled my face away from the bloody mess on his chest. My head tilted and he leaned close to my face, our eyes locking. I watched in fascination as he slowly descended, taking possession of my lips, both of us still locked in the most intense stare. His tongue shot into my mouth, causing me to gasp at the coppery taste of my own blood mixing with his. I closed my eyes. He jerked my hair, leaving my mouth open and empty.

My eyes flew open and he stared into them again, repeating his descent. This time, I dared not close them, afraid to lose the power and excitement I could feel spiraling through him. His free hand raked down the length of my body, ripping the remnants of my gown completely away. I was not afraid, not humiliated and I had no desire for him to stop.

His mouth drew away slightly, his tongue cutting a burning path to my ear lobe. He whispered in a deep raspy voice, “Do not look away.” It was a command, from a man obviously used to having his orders followed. I dared not be one to go against his wishes. I watched the top of his head as his lips made the journey back to my breasts. He licked and sucked the remaining blood left from his earlier bite. A moan escaped my lips, and I had to fight not to close my eyes and become lost on waves of ecstasy. Holding my nipple between his teeth, he suddenly looked up at me, a wicked grin spreading across his face. His tongue flicked the end, while his teeth scraped as he sucked it in and out, in and out. My hips bucked as his hand slid down between my legs, spreading each thigh.

Never looking away, he released my throbbing nipple, flattening his tongue against it and then blew. His breath was as cold as the rest of him. I drew in a sharp breath as he moved to the other breast. He took much of my fullness into him, I felt his fangs scrape and then penetrate my sensitive skin at the same moment he slid his finger into my hot wet core. A scream escaped my lips as I exploded on a wave of passion, my body clenching tightly around his finger, still moving inside me.

I closed my eyes tightly. Suddenly he was gone, and I felt empty. Frantically reaching, I opened my eyes to find him standing over me, devoid of clothing. His skin glistened with moisture; his eyes were setting my skin on fire as he drank me in, looking over every inch of my exposed body as I lay naked and writhing on the ground at his feet.

I whimpered, unable to form a coherent thought, much less words. He was suddenly on top of me, covering me with his body. I could feel every hard cold inch of him, as it rested on my stomach.

“Is this what you truly want?” He growled into my ear, as he slid his hardness between my legs, to tease the opening that was slick with exactly that…want.

I nodded yes and he took the sides of my face in his hands, pinning me there. I was unable to look away and I saw his eyes glaze over as he thrust his large cock into me. I screamed out and my hips tilted to take in every inch. He took my mouth in his, my screams lost in his own moans. His tongue was in and out, keeping rhythm with our animalistic coupling. I felt as though he would split me into, but yet couldn’t take him deep enough. My hips arched and he pushed himself deeper and deeper until all he could do was grind against me. He moved up and down, grinding and grinding, his mouth moving to my neck. Pulling out a few inches, he hovered there, teasing, not moving, until I squirmed and bucked and began to beg.

That was when he did it. He thrust himself violently into me at the same moment that he bit the sensitive part of my neck. I felt the warm fluid gushing from my neck, as he spilled himself into my throbbing pussy. I moaned and writhed beneath him, as he continued to grind deeper and deeper while sucking the life from me. My pleasure knew no bounds, I rode wave after wave of exploding lightening, seeing nothing, but feeling him still grinding inside me. The sound of a deep growl coming from his throat echoed through my head. Then there was nothing. Darkness. No pain, no pleasure, as I felt my heart explode and beat no more.


*This was written for me and it begged to be shared. The author wishes to remain anonymous but gave me permission to post.