A Vampire's Beginning. (Closed for cnuveau)

Both his hands and lips gave ample attention to her breasts. She wriggled her hips slightly but he made no move to thrust into her. Content to feel their oneness for the moment. He pulled her to him and clung to her tightly as she slowly started to rock her hips. As slow sensual dance as their bodies wrapped around the other’s. She fell back, placing her hands again on his knees, and moaned as tightened around him. A grip of her hips and a final thrust had him releasing in her as well. Forcing herself forward again she wrapped her arms around his neck and they held each other listening to the sound of their breaths.
 
(fixes a few things :p)

With his hands on her breast, and his lips teasing her nipples. Lacey wriggled her hips a little, yet she didn't feel Jason move. A puzzled expression at him for a moment, until he pulled her to him. Her breasts squished between them, nipples almost rubbing against his own. As she slowly began to move in a rocking manner atop him. Those lips of hers parted at times even as he remained still, her breath coming quicker, harder. Finally, she dropped to put her hands on his knees, and it was then she felt his hands go to her hips, as he thrust himself up into her, again and again as if he'd been teasing himself and letting her take some sort of almost selfish pleasure. Till the idea of it got to be too much and he was driven to prove he'd been totally into it with her. A final thrust had her crying out, "Jason!" And feeling his tug at her nipple which made her lean in, wrap her arms around him, nails touching his hair, his scalp just for a second, before she stilled her hands. Listening to their harder, laboured breathing. Yet, she was grinning perhaps as much as him about it. A different moment of pleasure.
 
Jason glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed it’d be dawn soon. It’s getting early. We should get to bed. It felt odd consciously going to bed just before dawn.

She swung a leg over his and pulled herself up from the sofa as he followed behind. He gathered her tee shirt, his shorts and her phone then led her up the stairs.
He retucked the blanket over the window making sure it was going to block the daylight adequately then fell into bed beside her falling asleep quickly.

He awakened at the sound of activity outside the house. His eyes focused on the alarm clock 6:00 PM. Not wanting to wake her yet he pulled himself up against the headboard and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. Logging into his podcast account he hit publish then moved on to scan the news and his social media feeds passing the time and glancing at her occasionally marveling at the soundness of her sleep and also her naked form teasing at the edge of the sheets.
 
Deeply asleep she didn't really move he'd notice. If it wasn't for the fact it was summer, she might have been more uncomfortable to sleep next to with the slow way that her body cooled a little. Still after his and the dude's blood from last night, she was warmer than she'd been before then. It might be twenty minutes before the sun might set that she woke, slowly. That he felt her stir, and pull the pillow over her head for a moment. Only a moment before a groan had her rolling to her back, pushing it off and yawning. "Hi..."
 
Having been up a few hours Jason was glad to see her stirring. He’d been obsessively clicking between his podcast app and substack. I’m just that short time his podcast had 10 of his subscribers listen to it but her substack account had 25 subscribers already. The network effect he’d anticipated was taking hold.

“Hi, I have something to show you when you’re awake enough.” She rubbed her eyes and stretched. “I am”. He handed her his phone with the screen open to her subscriber information. “My podcast has only been up a couple hours and you already have 25 subscribers. It seems your blog is getting some traction. I set the subscription fee at $10 per month. It’s not a ton but it’s only been a few hours.” He watched as she stared at the screen. “Oh, 27 now she shouted excitedly.
 
"Oh, 27." She said excitedly. There was then a rub at her eyes, and a movement to lean back to the headboard beside him. The fact the sun was barely still up, seemed to have some effect on her still.

Thus a close her eyes while he likely watched her there. "I think I need a shower," Lacey murmured to him. "And you need food. Definitely." She didn't mention she might later need blood. Mostly because she wanted to see how she'd go without it. "...I would... like to find out my tolerance for not having it. Blood I mean. I should, yeah?"
 
“Yeah, that does make sense to figure out now. I’m going to make something to eat while you shower. Do you want anything?” He wanted nothing more than to follow her into the shower but felt like some space might be in order and he was genuinely hungry. It also seemed like he needed to get to work on the second part of his plan with her blog. Getting the money out in an untraceable way. He gave her a kiss then pulled on some shorts before heading to the kitchen.

He’d setup the meager payments from his podcast accounts in an anonymous way but he didn’t expect the level of scrutiny he got to be anything like what hers might draw so he needed something more secure. He’d worked through a couple options but landed on setting up the payments from substack in crypto which he’d then route through another privacy coin before it landed at an offshore exchange that had lax KYC controls. From there he’d withdraw it onto a pre-paid debit card which she’d have the flexibility she needed to use the money as she desired. It all took about an hour at the counter to setup and he was just wrapping up when she emerged from the room.
 
Lacey came out wearing a blue dress which fell to her ankles. Thin straps curving over her shoulders. Red hair dried and brushed. She was warmer, so it must have been a decent shower. Noticing he hadn't eaten.

She went looking through his fridge and freezer. She finally then went fixing him bacon and eggs on toast. Nudging him as she put it in front of him. "You need food."
 
“Yes, thanks. I got sidetracked. Absentminded professor you know.” He said with a shrug. “You look amazing. I love that dress on you!”

“I was thinking we need something to add some credibility to your blog. Something that would remove doubt about your authenticity. “ looking up at her as a fork full of eggs made it to his mouth and he chewed. “What would you think about including a short clip of the pocket in your gums then the fangs coming out in your next post? It can be close up enough that your face isn’t seen.”

It seemed almost too personal but if the readers reacted to it remotely like he did they’d be sold and stay around for continued updates.

“Oh, what’s the subscriber count now?”
 
Lacey giggles as he comments about the dress. Then she leaned beside him as he talked and ate.

A nervousness to her as he spoke about her fangs. She did finally nod. "Alright. Uh, in a few. You need food."

A lift of her phone off the bench. "39." So it had risen. Another 12 people. She gave him a wry smile.

"I didn't think even 6 would subscribe." Lacey admitted. Still watching him.
 
He laughted “You may just have to get used to the fact that your kind are quite popular with some.”

“How are you feeling with the hunger? Coming up on 24 hours since your last. Still manageable or starting to feel weak?
 
Lacey found herself offering him a somewhat bewildered look. Then she realised he was only in boxers. "You, need to shower after you eat." She said this while working out how to put things into words there.

"I... felt the beginning stirrings of a light sense of cooling off. The really hot shower helped. But. I can feel it even now creeping back. Hunger. Well. It was there mildly the moment I opened my eyes. It's not bad. Just like my body feels like it needs a snack. It's at a place where if, I could eat human food..." And those eyes widened. "Chocolate."

She spun on her heel dashing for his bedroom and her satchel there on the chair. Finding the block in it as she came back, he'd note she was sucking on something. "This, this helps. I might also make a coffee. That will help. I mean. Alcohol doesn't get me drunk, but that's rather costly to just drink whenever. Coffee is cheaper. By far."
 
As she described her how she was feeling he started to think through what she saying. If she could make it through today with just some from him then needing more tomorrow that seemed workable.

“I do need a shower.” He said running his hand through his hair. We’ll go to a store on the other side of town when I get out and we can get you some more chocolate and whatever else you need. Maybe find some trouble to get into.” He shrugged with a laugh.

He grabbed his plate and rinsed it off in the sink, returning for kiss before getting in the shower.
 
A kiss back to him, and while he showered she wandered to his couch. Settling onto it and curling her legs up with her. A yawn left her lips, phone into her hand as she went typing up a blog post about how she was feeling this morning. What she was attempting to do. That she'd update later. She also then made the promise of a special post in the next two or so days.

By the time Jason might be out of the shower, dry, and dressed. he'd find her looking like she was half asleep. Her eyelids were half shut, and her chin at times dropped to her chest.
 
Stepping out of the shower Jason dried off and got dressed. He hadn’t really formulated a solid plan for where to go shopping of what to do but he just knew he wanted to get out of the house and he was sure she could use it as well.

Pulling on his jeans and his white and blue striped button up Polo shirt he took one last look in the mirror then back out to find her.

He was opening his mouth to speak when he saw her nodding off on the sofa. Her legs curled up beside her. Stopping for a moment he watched her then decided the outing could wait. Quietly he walked to the sofa and sat down beside her. He eyes fluttered as he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him till her head came to rest on his shoulder. Her hand found it’s way to his chest as he leaned back against the back of the sofa.
 
Lacey perhaps spent twenty minutes just curled into his side there before she dragged herself out of it. And moved so she could kiss his cheek.

"Sorry. I'm okay to go now. Just needed a moment." A smile offered to him then.

"Do you have an idea of where to go? Do you need anything?
 
“I need to pick up some groceries and you some more chocolate so I guess we’ll find a grocery store away from campus. Maybe we can see if there’s a movie showing that we could catch. I’m open to almost anything. I just figure getting out of the house and doing some normal things might be appealing to you at the moment. We can sort out the latter as we go. Shall we?”

He offered his elbow playfully and she snaked her arm through it as they got up from the sofa. As he pulled out the driveway he lowered the windows letting the warm air of the evening wash over them as they drove. A few kilos a way he found a grocery and pulled into a parking spot.

Making their way through the grocery store they gathered what they needed. It struck him how natural it felt and how just doing the mundane things like this made him feel close r to her. They checked out as the clerk cast a suspicious eye toward him clearing noticing the age difference and offering her silent disapproval.

Getting back in the car he glanced at Lacey and noticed she looked tired. “Maybe we can save the movie or whatever for another time. You look tired. You feeling like you need something more than chocolate?”
 
Lacey might have been about to say yes. When her side of the car opened and they found Jeffery, the clerk there. His gaze dropped to Lacey. She noted his name on the badge.

While they'd been shopping he'd initially been watching them, because she was young and hot, with someone older than her. He'd thought at first the dude had to be having an affair. Had to be! To get someone like her to walk with him and shop here. Homewrecker! Thus, he'd been giving her disapproving looks. Yet as he'd seen them leave, and really paid attention as his mind reflected he had considered. What if she was with that older man because he forced her into it? She'd looked really tired, out of it almost as they'd been leaving. His sight of her lethargic steps then skipped his mind that he had to have drugged her!

So he'd taken the moment while it was calmer to head out. Moving to where he'd last seen them. It didn't take long to find them parked in a part of the car park where lights had been broken overhead, and it was very dim. But Jeff wasn't worried. No. He'd done the wrestling team in high school, then university. He'd torn something which is why he was now, doing what he did.

Before Jason could comment Lacey sat up higher, and those vivid green eyes sparkled, and she held a hand up to quieten Jason's words. "You don't want to make a sound do you?" Jeff, who looked down at her as she moved, found himself sinking into those eyes and nodding. Oh, he wouldn't make a sound. At all! Lacey pulled him in enough to bring her lips to his neck and she bit him. Feeling that initial burst of blood, she forgot about limiting the venom so it flooded Jeffery and his body twitched, hand going to Lacey's thigh and caressing. His other hand, well, Jeff was rubbing himself, his face buried into her red hair.

Lacey took a full mouthful and then pulled back to lick it, using her newfound strength to straighten Jeff. Who's hand grazed across her lap and gripped the other thigh. Catching his eyes, that face showing nothing but pleasure. "Jeffery, you are going to return to the grocery store, you won't feel the blissful effects till you home. But you'll remember helping that nice couple to the car with their bags."

His hand let her go, and the other left the front of his pants. "You were such nice young people, reminded me of my Wife and me." Lacey stopped focusing on him and Jeffery blinked a little. Then gave them a winning smile. "Come again won't you." As he left shutting her door and walking off back to the store.

Lacey breathed out then, and looked to Jason, who no doubt was giving her looks. "..I worked out with Daniel, if I focus, I can get someone to, listen and follow what I say." Handy huh? She looked a little sheepish for not having told him. But no doubt they'd find it handy in the future.
 
Jason’s mind had just registered the car door opening and started to react when Lacey waved him off. Her words and actions a blur. Before he knew it she’d pulled the clerk into the car and had her fangs in him.

He knew the pleasure that coursed through his veins as she drank from him. His eyes drawn down to the clerk caressing her thigh then to the clerk rubbing himself through his pants. It was all so surreal. He’d never seen Lacey so in control, so dominant. Her mastery of new powers becoming evident. Her powers of suggestion where very much a surprise to him.

Jefferey closed the door and Jason just sat there for a moment processing. What just happened until his thoughts were interrupted by her words. “Yes, that’s definitely handy.” He blinked looking at her in a slightly new light. Less helpless for sure but the confidence and aggression she flashed was arousing in a whole new way.

the thought of going to a movie had vanished from his mind. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “That had to be kind of a rush for you.” Her drinking from him was one thing but watching her drink from someone else triggered an entirely different set of fantasies he’d manufactured in his mind over the years. He was fascinated by what she was thinking and feeling at the moment.
 
"I... wasn't quite sure that what I thought I worked out, would work. But when he .. did as I asked. I was relieved." Expressing first her vulnerabilities before a giggle left her. "... a little. I mean. It worked. It really did work. he definitely wasn't drunk."

Lacey was vulnerable in different ways. Some spot on to what he thought. Some are not so easy to realise. She leans back in that seat, relaxed, and with that flush of health and vitality blooming through her. "Are we going back to your place?" A curious tone of voice as she looks at him. "Or somewhere else?" She hadn't really followed which way they left the supermarket parking lot.
 
Jason shook his head a little. “To be honest I don’t know…. I was just kind of driving.” Assessing where he was going he realized the was going away from his home. “You definitely look less tired. Maybe a drink and some dancing?”
 
Soft laughter. "Sure. I, actually feel pretty great. I'd love time with you." A smile on her lips, a subtle lean and fingers traced his thigh. Not brushing anywhere. But playful.
 
He drove for a little while longer until they happened upon a place that looked like it might be fun tucked in between a row of office buildings. The exterior seemed posh with black awnings and “The Break Room” in gold script lettering on the window. A small for sale sign taped to the corner of the windo by the door. The name clearly a play on the offices surrounding it allowing meetings being planned there to seem legitimate to the casual ear.

They entered to find the inside equally posh. A black granite bar formed a rectangle in the front center of the space flanked by bistro tables with black linens. Just past the bar was a sparsely populated dance floor with a couple of pool tables sitting empty behind it. Pendant lights hung over the bar and the tables providing sufficient light to see but leaving it dim enough to maintain a cozy feel.

The bartender greeted them warmly exited to have more customers at the bar. They slid into a couple of barstools and ordered a drink. “Slow tonight huh?” Jason said noting the few people milling about on a Saturday night. “Yeah, weekends are slow for us unfortunately. “ the bartender started with a sigh “we do well during the week for happy hours though. That’s why I’m looking to sell the place. It makes money but only enough to pay the loans I took out to open it.” He seemed sad as he spoke. Like someone realizing a dream was coming to a close. He scanned the room for a second as he placed the drinks on the bar then moved quickly to the other side of the bar to attend to another customer. “Rough thing having to give up on a dream” Jason said with a hint empathy and a shrug of his shoulders.

Raising his glass and offered a toast “To being the architects of our own fate.” Their glasses touched as his hand came to rest on her thigh and he leaned into her.
 
Lacey sought to sip some of her whiskey then. Having listened to the tale of the barmen/owner. She thought it was rough. Distracted by Jason's hand on her thigh she scooted closer. The dim lighting hid it fairly well. Even as she found her self not so innocently sliding his hand up under her dress till he felt her panties and a subtle sticky dampness there. Another sip and a part of one thigh wider. Would he?
 
As his hand slid up her skirt he turned his barstool more to face her as he replaced his left hand with his right then moved his left to the back of her barstool. His left knee behind her barstool, his right brushing against her leg. He stroked her damp panties then pressed them aside as his fingers slid between her swelling lips stroking slowly before sliding a finger into her. A bite of her lower lip, her eyes pressed closed for a moment as she gripped his wrist holding it there. He leaned in and kissed her ear letting his hot breath wash over it as he began to slowly stroke his finger into her.
 
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