* 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.

Vampire Punishment

I hear a sound. I get all excited. My sweet is home from her hunt. Wonders what she has brought home for us... :)
She doesn't see me sitting here, as she tries to sneak into the house. All lights are off, it's four am in the morning. She thinks I'm sleeping upstairs. I watch as she drags her newly found victim in the front door. Pushing him against the wall, she starts to kiss him.

I watch hungrily as his hands explore her. This is becoming more and more heated by the second and my hunger is mixing with rage. I hold my tongue and remain silent, letting my emotions engorge me. When I see he is far too excited by my lover's embrace, I walk up behind them and clear my throat. Their attention was immediately focused on me. 

He looks up at me in first shock, then anger shows on his stupid human face.
"What's THIS bull shit?" I asked, while pushing her away from him.

"Busted", she mumbles under her breathe.
She looks at this pathetic human and with a resigned sigh says, "This is my Master."

I watch him struggle for something to say, smirking to myself. I’m sure he fully expected to be naked with my love by now, poor fool.
"After you my dear, I'm sure you know what you have to do." I step back allowing her access to the weak human.

She moves in close to the man, pulls his head back by his hair, and snaps his neck in one powerful motion.
"Come darling we will use this time to feed while our guest is paralyzed and still breathing." She purrs to me.

After our voracious thirst has been quenched, I clear my throat to get her attention. "Yes my lord?" she says.

"What have I told you about drunken men?"

She knows what is coming, and quickly tries to explain her choice of victim.
"But he was all I could find my Lord." She pleaded.

Shaking my head, I try to contain my anger.
"What about the whores? The homeless? You chose unwisely, not knowing if this man will be missed.On top of that, I hate the taste of blood tainted with alcohol and you are fully aware of that. The alcohol has no affect  on me but the taste is definitely not to my liking. I grow tired of reminding you."

I dragged her by the arm to the bedroom, stopping at the end of the bed. In one clean jerk, I rip off her blouse. Another takes care of her skirt, which leaves her standing in stockings, garter belt, and heels. "Stay put!" I command, while walking to the closet. I return with a few things I will use to reinforce my point, and not the fluffy pink cuffs. Her actions require a harsher form of punishment.

"How many times have I warned you?"

"A few" she replies, shivering visibly.

"More than that I fear. This will be the last time you bring home anyone with filthy alcohol in their blood. Now turn around." I demand through gritted fang.

With her head down she turns her back to me and puts her hands behind her back. I secure leather wrist restraints then the restraints at her elbows. I clip them together and turn her to face me. With her arms secured behind her, and her back arched she is in the perfect position for me to access her nipples. Teasing them first with my tongue, I blow my cold breath upon them, making them hard and erect. I watch as she tilts her head back, eyes closed, letting a moan escape from her lips. Before she realizes it, I have attached nipple clamps and her eyes fly open as she lets out a shocked gasp.

Now that I have her full attention, I ask her, "Will I have to repeat myself in the future, dear?"

"No Master!" she moans.

"Kneel." I tell her. I unzip my pants and she lowers her face. She engulfs me with her mouth, swallowing my already hard cock whole. Her fangs scrape my shaft bringing me to a full erection. I  pull her up by her hair, until she is inches from my face and I whisper in a hoarse voice, "Have I made myself clear?"

"Oh yes, Master." she replies, also in an aroused whisper.

"Good," I growl.

I turn her around and push her over the side of the bed so her ass is exposed to me. She knows what is coming and tries to squirm away before she feels the first sting of my hand. Her ass is reddened with a few more, and I can smell her arousal deep in my sinuses. Intoxicating, that smell, almost as much as pure. untainted blood. She is ready now, her body seemed to vibrate with excitement. With her arms bound behind her back, her nipples clamped together, and her tender sexy ass turned up to me, I fill her with one deep thrust of my hips. 

She screams in orgasm, almost immediately, contracting around me as I roughly pound her from behind. It isn't long before I'm at the edge of my own climax. I pull out of her and grab her by the hair, turning her face to my throbbing cock again.

"Swallow it!" I command her, and she opens her mouth with her head thrown back.

I then fill her mouth with a hot load of my cum, which puts her over the edge again.

She remains kneeling with her head down while I put my pants back on.

"What is our rule about feeding dear?" I ask her quietly

"No more drunks." she replies as she looks up at me.

I smile seductively and say, "Good girl, now get up. And don't do it again. Next time may not be so pleasurable. To either of us."