"Bloodlust"

[JustABadBoy]

He'd been watching her all night, dancing with one guy after another, only to shun them off after half a song or so. It was like she had a very short attention span, or maybe the smell of horny Frat boys dancing in the still-warm October night -- all that beer and sweat and testosterone -- just turned her off. What ever it was, it seemed she was looking for the right guy, the guy who peaked her interest and held her attention.

Lance Page wouldn't be that guy. He knew that already. Lance was Mister Average, he thought; average looks, average build, average personality, average car, even average income. The best looking girl he'd dated in high school only wanted his parents' social connections so she would win the popularity portion of the Prom Queen contest and be immortalized in the school annual. No sooner had they proclaimed her queen than she'd run off to the back seat of the All-Star quarterback's SUV and -- Lance smiled, reminiscing -- gotten herself knocked up. And now, three years later, as he stood on the cusp of being able to legally buy booze, he hadn't dated -- let alone fucked -- a woman he'd ever want to take home and introduce to mom and dad.

Suddenly, he flashed out of his reverie and back to reality -- and found the woman standing almost directly in front of him, her eyes set firmly upon his.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She danced with every man at the party, but she still couldn't find the man she was looking for. She knew he was here though, she could smell him. Behind the smell of beer and sweat she could smeel the faint scent of the most amazing blood she had every had to chance of smelling.

Isabella finally stopped in front of a guy who was a bit average looking, but he could be the one. She ran her fingers through her long dark brown hair and smiling up at him. "Hey would you like to dance?" She asked him sweetly before she grabbed his hand.

 

[Mr_Stranger]

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[JustABadBoy]

The beauty ran her fingers through Lance's long hair, smiling as she asked, "Hey would you like to dance?"

"Yes!" he answered, the word almost squeaking out of his throat. He cleared it, twice, his brain flashing back to the embarrassing days of puberty when every time he opened his mouth he sounded like Mickey Mouse. He repeated, "Yes. I would like to dance."

She grabbed his hand and led him out into the crowd.

Lance had never been much of a dancer. He'd seen "Hitch" a few years ago and adopted the stand in place, arms close, tilt back and forth move that Will Smith's character had promoted. It was a safe move, he thought; he was in fact dancing, but he wasn't shimmying or jerking or anything else that might scare the woman away.

Woman...

She was incredible. And she was dancing with Lance. That didn't make sense to him. A woman like this, surrounded by handsome, athletic, well-dressed Frats didn't dance with someone like Lance Page.

"I'm Lance," he said, and then seeing her cock her head questioningly, he leaned in closer and repeated over the booming music, "My name is Lance. Lance Page."

He wanted to add, Will you have my babies? but, smiling and feeling a blush rising up his neck to his face, thought to himself, Too early maybe?

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabele smiled up at Lance as he leaned close to her. She took a deep sniff and shivered as the smell of his blood warmed out her whole body. When he pulled away she watched his face become a bright red and giggled.

"Isabelle is my name. Isabelle Lockheart." She said in a sweet but also somewhat devilish voice.She pressed herself closure to Lance as the danced. "You know your pretty good at this. Your not like those men over there that just want to bump and grind on me."

 

[JustABadBoy]

Bump and grind? Lance thought. I want to bump and grind with you, too, but not here and not dressed.

He had to glance away after having the thought. What's wrong with you, man?. He just wasn't himself today. He knew he hadn't said it aloud, of course, but he also understood that he just didn't think about women this way, at least not when he was standing right in front of them.

But, being with her had emboldened him. He didn't under stand it; it reminded him of a paper he'd written about moths and how they responded to pheromones. Lance would have been attracted Isabelle under any circumstances; but now after dancing with her this way, he would have chased her across campus to be with her.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle stopped suddenly like she did with the other guys, but instread of sitching she held his hand. "Hey you wanna get out of here? This places is filled with the sex of sex and booze and it's starting to make me dizzy." She only half lied.

She didn't wait for aanswer she just held his hand tight and pulled him past the hord of drunks out the front door. After they were out she let his hand go and smiled up at him sweetly. "Hey do you have any plans the rest of the night. I thought we could hang out."

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Hey you wanna get out of here?"

Before he could answer -- before he could even realize the implications -- she snagged his hand and started him for the door.

The cool night air struck him like a line backer. The realization that he was outside with a beautiful woman, that she had invited him out and not the other way around, made his head spin. is this really happening? he quizzed himself.

"Hey do you have any plans the rest of the night," she asked. "I thought we could hang out."

"Why me?" he asked, even before he realized he had done so. The , question was asked, though; he couldn't take it back. Might as well make a total fool out of yourself, he told himself. The cold night air had returned him to the real world, and in the real world, women like Isabelle didn't ask men like Lance to hang out for the rest of the night.

"Why me? I'm ... nothing special."

Of course, if he'd understood what Isabelle was, he would have realized just how special he really was.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabeele placed her hands on his chest and smiled at him. "Well let's see why." She said softly. "Your just the right type of muscle build, nothing to dramatic. You have a really hot hair style.." She said as she ran her hands through his hair down to his neck. "Your not some drunk horny bastard wanting to fuck then leave and," She said placing a hand over his heart. "You have a great beat." She said with a giggle. "Come on please Lance. Lets just hang out for a little."

 

[JustABadBoy]

You have a great beat.

As they sat down at the all night cafe just a block from the Fraternity, that line kept returning to him. Lance had absolutely no idea what it meant, but hearing the words from her as her hand pressed against his chest had intrigued him.

After the waitress had delivered their coffees, Lance looked at her for a long moment. Those feelings, from back in the Frat House were returning; his confidence, his drive to have her, his belief that he could actually ask to bed her and not feel like a total idiot were all coming back to him. Maybe it was the heat of the cafe; the Frat had been steaming with the body heats of a hundred writhing, horny teens and 20-somethings.

Maybe it was just Isabelle herself. Standing in the dance floor, he'd forgotten about every one around them. It had only been the two of them in his mind. And here, actually alone with the exception of the waitress and the night cook, it nearly literally was just them.

What ever it was, being this close to her -- physically and figuratively -- did something to his confidence...

Little did he know that it wasn't his confidence level at all. It was something deeper, something even more primitive. It was a mating instinct, but ... wasn't. It was ... even more primitive. It was a drive to provide for her, a drive that had been with man before he'd even been recognize as man. He would do anything for Isabelle, even if he didn't truly understand it now.

What he did understand now, right now, was that -- despite her comment at the Frat House about horny bastards only wanting to fuck her and leave ... he did want to -- to fuck her that is. He would never leave her. He didn't understand it, but he was already coming to realize that he had to have her, had to please her, had to do what ever she asked of him, no questions asked ... and he would never leave her!

Before Isabelle had even lifted her coffee to her mouth, Lance said bluntly, "I live two blocks from here. Will you come home with me?"

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle looked up from her coffee at Lance. "Umm yea sure." She said softly before smiling. "I'd love to go to your house." She said before standing up and grabbing her cup of coffee. She walked over to him and grabbed his hand. "Come on. Lets go now." She said as she pulling him out of his seat and walked towards the door.

She pushed it open and walked outside to the cool crisp night air. She held her arm around herself acting like she was cold. Moving closure to him a bit she pressed herself to him. "Sorry it's a bit cold out tonight and your just so warm." She said with a smile as they walked down the street.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Again, as with leaving the Frat, the cold crisp air striking him jolted Lance back into the real world -- one version of it, the version he wished would just stay the fuck away -- and he questioned himself, Is this really happening? To me??

And, thankfully again as before, as soon as Isabelle neared him, the feelings of inadequacy for being this woman's ... friend, date, possible boy friend, future lover? ... those feelings began to quickly fade, and all Lance could think about was the chance that he was going to sleep with the beauty.


He wrapped an arm around her, pulling him closer to his warm body -- and realized, she was cold, freakishly cold. He quickly pulled away and shed his coat, saying, "Here, put this on. It's not very thick -- I wasn't expecting to be out -- but, it's better than nothing, of course."

As he helped her, that urgency came back to him, that need to please her, to keep her happy and safe and ...

A harsh chill suddenly ran up his own back. But it wasn't from the cold; it was cold out, but as he looked to his skin, getting ready to point out the major goose bumps that always accompanied the spine tingling, he noticed they weren't there. Weird. Don't get that.

He looked to her as she was slipping into his coat and thought, It's her. You've never been with a girl -- WOMAN -- quite like this. That's it. It's excitement.

But, of course, it wasn't.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle smiled as he gave her his coat. "Thank you Lance." She said before she looked over at him. She noticed him looking at him arm. "Hmmm guess I made him a bit to cold." She thought before she bit her lip.She pulled thecoat tighter around her so went she touched him he would remain a normal temperature before leaning on his again. "But I'm way more comfortable like this." She said as she gave him a wicked grin.

She looked back at the side walk as they walked. She tried hard to keep in check, to hold back the demon inside her that wanted to takehim right now on the street and claim him as her own. It wasn't easy though. His blood filled thenight air making her fangs slowly extend. "Hey umm are we almost here?" She asked quickly.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Lance could see she was as excited as he to reach his apartment, although for him it was because he wanted to get laid and for her, hell, it could have simply been to get out of the cold and watch a late movie. He was desperate to have her want him the way he wanted her, but he knew he had to wait until they arrived and began to get comfortable before he pushed to discover more about their relationship status.

A block later they cut across the empty narrow street and up the steps of a brown stone. As he walked her inside and up a flight of stairs, he explained, "It's actually my parents. The building, I mean. They knew I wanted to go to school here in the city, and my dad isn't much for paying for something he doesn't get to keep, so renting, of course, was out of the question."

As they reached the door, which he quickly unlocked and pushed open, he decided to try to impress Isabelle and added, "My folks ... they, um ... they've got money, so..."

He didn't know whether she would be impressed with a guy who could afford to take her to expensive dinners or buy her jewelry or other materialist endeavors. So far, all Lance had had to do to attract her was ... well, be there!

A wide smile spread on his face as he again considered, I'm gonna get laid by the most beautiful woman on campus.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

She walked into his apartment and slowly took his kacket off her. She looked at the place slowly before she turned to face him. "Ohh this is great Lance! I mean it just the right size place, suits you!" She said before she set his jacket on the couch.

"Though you know your now like the 10 th man to use that 'I have money' trick." She said as she walked over to him. "To tell you the truth money doesn't really do anything for me. Nothing but hate and war can come out of it." She said before stopping in front of him. She reached out and ran her hand over his chest slowly. "But you on the other hand, theres something about you that gets my blood boiling." She sad with a wink before she turned away.

 

[JustABadBoy]

He cringed a bit as she countered his bragging about money. Stupid move, stupid move ... you blew it. She thinks you're just like the rest ... just trying to get into her panties--

"But you on the other hand," she cut into his self-criticizing, "there's something about you that gets my blood boiling."

She winked at him and turned away, and Lance thought, no woman has ever WINKED at me before.

With her back turned, he pumped his fist before him in a score fashion -- then, realizing she may have seen him in the reflection of the window looking out into the night, returned to his previous stance ... and simply stared ... at that lovely ... ass.

My god, she's just ... too much.

As she ambled about the apartment, Lance felt a sudden need to stay close to her. Even the couple of yards seemed an ocean; he followed behind her, staying back a couple of steps, but following her ... like a puppy dog...

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle smiled when she heard his foot steps behind her. She stopped when she walked into a bedroom and turned to face him. "You know if you wanted to ask me something you could." She said as she grabbed his hand. "Or if your just following me I'd reather you stand at my side. reather then behind me." She said as she pulled him into the room with her.

She looked around the small bedroom, every few secondsher eyes were draw to the bed. After a minute she stand down on his bed and stretched her arms. "Oh your bed is so soft." She said before she laid down in it with a smile.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle smiled when she heard his foot steps behind her. She stopped when she walked into a bedroom and turned to face him. "You know if you wanted to ask me something you could." She said as she grabbed his hand. "Or if your just following me I'd reather you stand at my side. reather then behind me." She said as she pulled him into the room with her.

She looked around the small bedroom, every few secondsher eyes were draw to the bed. After a minute she stand down on his bed and stretched her arms. "Oh your bed is so soft." She said before she laid down in it with a smile.

 

[JustABadBoy]

His mind danced between the thoughts I rather walk behind you 'cause your ass is so... and Will you go to bed with me, please, now, right now, will you, will you?

He couldn't believe how overwhelmed with lust for her he was. He was beginning to tremble off and on at the thought of being with her. But another thought was bouncing around in his skull as well, and he wasn't sure whether it was real or not.

All Lance wanted to do was please Isabelle, to give her what she wanted, what she needed. It wasn't about him. Oh, hell it is, too! he heard a little voice chastising himself. We always say its about them, about their pleasure, but it's just about us, about our pleasure. We want them happy so they will make us happy.

Yet, another voice was telling him no, that it was all about her, and that if all he did tonight was give her... Pleasure...? His head whirled for a moment. He felt ... he felt like he was here tonight -- or she was here tonight, as it was after all his place -- for more than just sexual pleasure. But, what the hell else would it be but sex? They didn't know each other, they were both young college students -- or, at least, Lance assumed she was a college student -- whose priorities were school, and not looking for a spouse or something like that; she'd made it clear that she didn't give a crap about his money, although most gold diggers said the same thing in the beginning.

So ... what else could she be here for but to get pleasured...?

Then, she sat on bed, and all thoughts other than sex vanished from Lance's brain. Before he knew what he was doing, he clicked off the light, leaving the only illumination being the light spilling in from the hall and the flashing red neon sign across the street.

"Can I make love to you...?"

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle smiled at him with a evil twinkle in her eyes. She slowly got off his bed and walked over to him. "Oh your going to do way more then make love to me." She thought to herself as she reached him. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I would be insulted if you didn't Lance." She said before she leaned up and pressed herlips to his in a passion filled kiss. As she kissed him her body was fighting inside to keep the demon down, but hewas so close, so nice, so...

She let one of her fangs ectend more and srab against his lip. She a drop of blood hit her tongue and she gave a deep sexy growl. Shepressed herself against his body.

 

[JustABadBoy]

She came to him, wrapping her arms about him, kissing him passionately. His hands went around her as well, to the back of her rib cage, lower to the small of her back, lower to grasp at her ass and pull their lower bodies firmly together.

A sharp pain at his neck caused him to flinch. "Ouch! Girl!"

He laughed, pulling her even tighter against him, then -- suddenly filled with excitement and passion for her as he'd never had for a woman -- he lowered his body enough to get his hands under her ass and lifted her up, parting her legs around his hips. He moved her quickly to the bed, dropping her to it and rolling the both of them so that she was on top of him.

"Tell me what I can do for you," he said excitedly, wanting desperately to give her all she asked for. He began clawing at the buttons of his shirt, trying to get it open; he felt warm, hot, as if he needed to expose himself, his flesh, to her. It didn't seem just about sex, but ... what else could it be? No, it was something more, but Lance couldn't be concerned about that now. He needed to expose himself to her to be ready for ... what ever came his way.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle looked down at him as he despretly tried to get his shirt unbuttoned. She grabbed his shirt and ripped it open for him. "There that's better." She said as she ran her hands over his exposed chested.

She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress. She pulled up up and over her head quickly, exposing her dark red bra and panties set. She threw the dress on the floor along with his sirt before she started to work on the buttons to his pants.

The small drop of blood that had touched her tongue was way to much for her. She could no longer hold back the beast that wanted out. She had snapped.

"Lance I want you to be a good boy and make love to mee. No matter what happens I want you to keep going. I promise you'll love it." She said before she started to tug his jeans off. She leaned back down and started to kiss his neck.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Lance I want you to be a good boy, and make love to me," she said. As he nodded enthusiastically, she continued, "No matter what happens I want you to keep going. I promise you'll love it."

"Of course, of course," he answered excitedly, thinking Why the hell would I stop? He tugged at her panties trying to get it off and failing, then quickly turned to trying to help her shed his pants and boxers instead. But he was only getting in her way.

He laid back, hands to his side, trembling, resigning to let her prepare them. His heart was beating so hard he could hear his blood in his ears. But, again, a little voice was telling him that it was more than just sex. He wondered whether this was what Love at first sight was like; Is it love...? Because it's not just sex! Maybe they were soul mates...? Maybe this feeling was spiritual...? He'd never been a particularly spiritual man, let alone religious. He believed in what was right in front of him; it was how he thought.

He looked at Isabelle for a brief instant, then turned away as she again dropped her mouth to his neck to kiss him. She is real! She's what's right in front of me! She's what I believe in! She's my religion right now!

Lance couldn't believe how he felt toward the woman. Nor would he believe how he felt about Isabelle later ... after she was done with him.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle smiled and pulled her panties off her body for him. She's never seen a man act so ... so... extremtly excited about sleeping with. Yeah man would jump at a chance to fuck her, but they never acted like this before. Then againshe's never felt this way about a man before either.

She pulled back, her fangs fully extended and smiled down at him. The dark room made it almost impossible for him to see her teeth, but there was a part of her that wanted him to see them. She wanted to know what he would do, what he would say.

Isabelle moved his boxers down until his cock sprang out. "Well well someones really happy." She said with a sexy growl. She wrapped her small hand around him before she put the head to her cock. "Do you want to be inside me Lance?"

 

[JustABadBoy]

Isabelle removed her panties, then pulled his jeans and boxers off his hips. His dick sprang out like a jack-in-the-box.

"Well, well, someones really happy." She grasped his erection and asked, "Do you want to be inside me Lance?"

Again, he nodded his head enthusiastically. "Will it please you?"

He couldn't believe he'd asked that question. Will it please you...? It would please him, he had no doubt about that. But his mind was still spinning around the thought of giving Isabelle ALL she wanted!

He grasped her at the hips and moved her forward, positioning their groins together. He practically purred, saying, "Yes ... it would please me."