"Bloodlust"

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle giggled before she moved her hips more and the head of his cock pushed in. "Mmmm god." She moaned softly before she slowly started to pushed herself down more. "Ohh my you... feel so good in my pussy." She moanedbefore she slowly pushed all the way down, until he impaled her.

She leaned down and started to kiss and nibble at his neck as she slowly started to rise and lower herself on him. She waited a few minutes before she opened her mouth and sunk her fangs deep in hiis neck. Her mouth was instantly filled with his warm, thick blood.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Mmmm, god," she moaned as she lowered herself upon him.

It had been a long time -- a very long time -- since he'd fucked a woman; the feel of her enveloping his shaft was ... simply ... unbelievable. Lance groaned softly as more and more of his length was swallowed up by her warm, wet pussy.

She leaned down to him, returning to kissing and nibbling at his neck. He could feel her teeth at his neck and couldn't believe how sharp they seemed. He was normally very ticklish when women -- girls, they'd been back then -- nibbled at his neck, but all he felt now was pleasure. He began to worry about hickeys; they were so high school!

But his worry faded as his orgasm began rising quickly in his body. She was just too much for him, the feel of her wrapped around him, riding him long, deep, slow. He grasped her hips, trying to reposition her. He couldn't believe he was doing this, trying to slow his orgasm by finding a less pleasurable angle; but he feared she wasn't done, wasn't at her own orgasm, wasn't satisfied.

And then, as his body exploded in ecstasy and his dick jumped inside her, discharging like he'd never felt it do before, she bit into his neck -- she didn't bit him, she bit into him!

His mind was reeling. Down below, and quickly spreading through his entire being, sexual euphoria was overwhelming him. And yet, at his neck, the sharp pain of ... they felt like needles, like fangs...? The contrasting sensations battled for his attention, the conflict pulling his attention away from the explosion that was still happening within her.

And then ... his brain caught up with him, and he realized ... I'm giving her what she wants ... I'm satisfying her ...

He didn't quite understand what it was that was happening, what it was that he was giving her, what he was doing for her ... but the knowledge released him, and his entire body filled with euphoria ... and he simply laid back ... and enjoyed heaven...

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle moaned as she felt him start to cum, he shock string after string of hot creamy cum into her pussy as she drank from his neck. She slowed down the pace of her hips a little but she didn't stop.

After a moment she pulled away only to kiss him deeply. Running her tongue over his as she did. She pulled back slowly and grinned. "Suck a sweet good boy." She said with a growl before she moved back to his neck and bit into him again.

Her body was on fire as his blood ran down her throat, filling her with a dark desire she never felt when she fed off any one else.

After about 10 minutes Isabelle forced herself away from his neck and licked the two small wounds. "Thank you so much Lance. I've never felt so amazing." She said softly as she licked her lips.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Such a sweet good boy," he thought he heard her whisper, just before he again felt the pain at his neck of her again biting him.

His body was being torn apart by the competing pain and pleasure. If he'd been able to think clearly, he would have realized that the sexual euphoria was causing his body to ignore both the sharp, intense pain at his neck and the fact that his brain was lacking the blood it needed to function fully.

Time seemed to stop. He thought she was still fucking him as she had been, but he wasn't sure; he thought he was bleeding from his neck, the warmth of his life fluid spreading on his neck, but again he wasn't sure. He only knew that he was giving her what she needed, and that was all he needed.

"Thank you so much Lance," he realized she'd said, although he couldn't be certain whether she'd just said it or said it minutes earlier and his brain was only now hearing it. "I've never felt so amazing."

He smiled -- or at least he tried -- whispering to her, "I'm so happy..."

And ... his world faded to black as he passed out ... the happiest he'd ever been in his life.

(OOC -- Good timing. I have to get off for about 2 hours. And by get off, I meant off line. )

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabella got off him slowly, his seed running down her leg. She kissed his forhead before she pulled the covers over his body. "Sleep well Lance." She whispered before she left his room.

She went into the bathroom she had seen earlier and walked in. She shut he door behind her before she went over and turned the shower on. She waited for the cold water to run out before she got in and started to clean up.

Her body was tingle in pleasure, his blood still running though out her body. She smiled when she thought of how happy he was that he please her. "Just a good boy." She said softly.

LOL see ya later baby))

 

[JustABadBoy]

Lance woke up satisfied; he'd just had the best fuck of his life, even he didn't quite remember much after Isabelle taking him inside her.

He also woke up exhausted, spent. He felt like he'd run a marathon, backwards, carrying his little sister and the pony she'd always dreamed of on his shoulders.

And finally ... he woke up alone. He struggled to rise, but couldn't. He struggled to call out to see if ... Isabelle...? Yeah, that was her name ... to see if she was still here, but couldn't. He gave it a moment, taking a few breaths, operating his limbs; and finally he rolled to his side and sat up.

He was naked, although he remembered beginning sex with his pants and boxers around his knees. So, she was still here maybe. He tried to stand, but disorientation kept him on his haunches. He decided to lay back, to rest some more. Then he say the blood. His bedding was stained with it! He stared at it for a moment, then reached to his neck, remembering. He flinched at the pain, then carefully investigated; he found at least six, maybe as many as a dozen swollen bumps. They felt like wasp stings, but in their middles were distinct punctures.

Before he think much more about it, Isabelle stepped into the doorway wearing one of his long tee shirts. His mouth dropped open and, with the feeling of desperately needing to satisfy her just a distant memory, he snapped, "What the fuck happened?

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabeele flinched a little as Lance yelled at her. "Shhh calm down." She said before she walked over to him. Slowly she got on the bed and looking at his neck. "I'm sorry about these. I only ment to bite you once,... your blood. It just kept calling me back." She said softly as she watched his pulse.

She shook her head to clear it as she pulled her knees to her chest. "If you wanna know what happened I'll easy tell you. When you started to cum in my pussy I bit you, then fed off your blood." She said with a shrug.

"I also did it after I took a shower, then a few minutes later, and after I finished making you breakfast." She said before shooting up. "So you want some food?" She asked excitly.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabeele flinched a little as Lance yelled at her. "Shhh calm down." She said before she walked over to him. Slowly she got on the bed and looking at his neck. "I'm sorry about these. I only ment to bite you once,... your blood. It just kept calling me back." She said softly as she watched his pulse.

She shook her head to clear it as she pulled her knees to her chest. "If you wanna know what happened I'll easy tell you. When you started to cum in my pussy I bit you, then fed off your blood." She said with a shrug.

"I also did it after I took a shower, then a few minutes later, and after I finished making you breakfast." She said before shooting up. "So you want some food?" She asked excitly.

 

[JustABadBoy]

His eyes widened as she talked about feeding on his blood, not sure of whether he believed her or not.

Then she hopped up and asked if he wanted to eat, like biting someone -- repeatedly -- was just something people did. As she headed for the kitchen, he asked with shock, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

He tried to stand, teetered a bit, then sat back down. "Why the hell would you do that...?"

His memory from the night before of wanting nothing more than to satisfy her was just that, a memory. His brain was flooded with thoughts of this freakish chick who bit people and sucked their blood. Who does that kind of shit? he asked himself. He thought of cults, of head bangers, of punks, of goths; they all had something unique about them that others thought strange, but even this went beyond anything Lance had ever heard of.

She must have heard his question because she returned to the bedroom, her mouth opening to talk--

"Get out!" He said before she could speak. "I didn't sign on for this kind of ... freak show. You're a great fuck--". As soon as he'd said it, he realized he sounded like those guys at the party that she'd talked about, who only wanted to get into her panties and then send her on her way. But this, this was too much! He finished his thought, "It was fun ... but get out... please."

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle frowned a bit and watched him. "Imm yea umm of course Lance." She said with a small smile. She walked by he bed and grabbed her clothes quickly. "I'm really sorry." She mumbled before she stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

She shut the door behind her and took his shirt off. She slowly got dressed and put her hair up, letting her bangs cover her eyes. She opened the door and pulled on her heels as she walked to the front. "Bye Lance." She said before she opened the front door and walked out, slamming it hard behind her.

 

[JustABadBoy]

He sat there for ... for a long time; he had no idea, only that the shadows falling on the floor had shifted noticeably.

He finally stood and set about cleaning up, set about trying to forget this nightmare of a one night stand. That was what it was, or what he was going to make it. The woman had bit him, leaving what would likely be permanent scars, lapped at the blood leaking from his neck. What the fuck!

He showered, dressed, applied salve to his wounds. They were indeed puncture marks, as if she stabbed him with a ball point pen. He threw out the bedding and tried to clean the mattress, only having to drag it down to the trash bin as well.

And the whole day, he felt weak and slow. He wondered many times, How much fucking blood did I lose...?

"Where have you been?" the voice asked when his phone rang midday. "You missed History this morning, and the study group from Enviro' one-oh-one is pissed!"

He had no idea of how to explain his date from hell and answered in a way that would not only satisfy his classmate but also prevent further questioning. "I think I have the flu. I've been puking all morning, and the other end, jeez, you wouldn't believe--"

"Too much information, thank you," was the response, followed by a blunt get better and a dead line.



For the next three days, he was totally unable to get Isabelle off his mind. He'd regained his energy after just a day, and unbelievably, the wicked holes in his neck were gone, totally gone, with just little darker specks indicating where they'd once been.

He still couldn't wrap his head around what had happened that night. As time had passed, he'd remembered more about the sex and less about the whole blood letting thing.

It had been the best sex of his life, even if it had been only one orgasm. But, what an orgasm! He'd felt as if he was ejaculating into Isabelle for minutes, hours even. He'd heard of "extended sexual orgasms" on one of those "Dr. Ruth" wanna-be shows once, but had always thought that was a female thing. Could he have been in ESO? Could he have been climaxing -- even if he was ejaculating -- for minutes, hours...?

And about the whole blood sucking thing ... it was becoming a distant memory, like the details of once having had the measles at ten, or falling from his bike at twelve and breaking his arm. The memory still lingered there but--

And then she was there!

He was standing in line at the new in coffee shop on campus, waiting for an evening class to begin, when he felt ... a presence. He turned and there she was, standing directly before him.

His heart leaped with joy to see her again ... and his dick immediately began to perk up.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabeela walked into the coffee shop a bit slowly then she usually did. She felt men staring at her as se walked into the line, but she didn't act like she know. She was to weak to even give her normal cutey smile and wave.

As she stood in line she tried desperalty not to smell all the blood around her. Ever since she bite Lance anyone elses blood just tasted... wrong. She kept her head down and looked at he shoes down in front of her. She watched as the shoes turned to face her and she sighed.

"Look sir I don't feel lik-" She started as she looked up at he man. She froze when she saw how it was. She looked up at Lance, the smile on his face. "I don't feel like getting screw." She said darkly before she turned away from him and back out the door.

She held her coat tight against her body as she walked down the street, a bit wobble. She needed to feed soon.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"I don't feel like getting screwed," she said, turning and walking away.

Lance just stood there for a long moment, his eyes wide, his mouth even wider.

"Wow," a woman said passing, "Ex I assume?"

As she headed out the door, she and a friend chuckled, then headed down the sidewalk laughing hysterically and looking back over their shoulders at him.

Lance had no idea how to react, but -- looking around and finding more eavesdroppers staring his way -- he knew that just standing here and waiting for his coffee wasn't the way.

He headed out to the sidewalk, looking up and down for Isabella. He had to find her; he had to have her again. He wasn't sure what it was that he'd done to piss her off like that. They'd had great sex, she'd gone home...

But, there was something missing in his memories of her. There was something big missing, something big other than his mattress, which he'd found the next morning down in the trash bin. He'd assumed that someone had slipped him some kind of ruffie. He couldn't recall most of what had happened after they'd climaxed together -- they had cum together ... hadn't they...? -- but he was pretty sure he'd fucked up somehow, particularly after her reaction.

He thought he saw her beyond the pedestrians pushing their way down the sidewalk filled with outdoor seating. He hurried, excusing himself as he once and again bumped into people, but she was gone. He searched the crowd, even jumping onto a metal chair, then the table to look for her.

"Hey, asshole!"

He looked down to find a waitress gesturing him off the table.

"Sorry," he said, not at all meaning it. He jumped down and plopped into the chair, telling her, "Just wanted to make sure it was sturdy. Can I have a coffee? House ... bit of cream ... biggest one you have."

She glared, then turned away to go fill his order. Lance jumped up again and searched for her, the desperation rising. His heart was racing, and it wasn't from the little bit of exercise he had just put himself through. He was excited to have seen her, and even more excited at the thought of being with her again.

Isabelle had a hold on him that he just didn't understand. Yeah, sure, it had been great sex. But, he didn't really know her. So, why the total urgency to be with her again...?

He looked behind him to ensure the waitress wasn't watching, scanned the crowd again, then hollered at the top of his lungs, "Is-a-belle!"

Around him, diners and coffee drinkers laughed or stared or cursed, but Lance ignored them. He was about to holler again when he caught sight of the waitress emerging with his coffee and a nasty look on her face. He dropped quickly into his seat and, as she approached with that you're outta here look in her eyes, he quickly whipped out a twenty dollar bill and said, "Keep the change! Sorry. Really."

She stared at the bill, slammed the paper cup down -- causing a little fountain of black to shoot up out of the lid's little sipping hole -- snatched the money, and turned away.

Lance sat back, staring at the coffee -- aware that all eyes were on him -- and headed for a state of depression.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle leaned on the side of a build, her vision a bit blurred. I just need a little blood... just a little. She thought as a older gently walked over to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, making her slowly look up at him.

" Hey you okay miss?" He asked, a worried expression on his face. She just looked up at him with a blank expression. "Did something happen? Did you loose something?" He asked her, raising his voice.

"M-my dog." She lied. "He ran down the ally and didn't come back." She said as she pointed down the allyway next to them. He turned his attention away from here and looked at the ally.

"I'll help you look hon. Come on." He said as his hand moved away and he walked down into the ally. She followed him slowly. "What's his or umm her name?" He asked as he looked back at me.

" Fawn, Iike the deer." She answerd as she watched him walk deeper in the ally. She listened to him hollar for a Fawn that would never come. Suddenly she grabbed his shoulder and pushed him hard against the brick building. She covered his mouth before he could talk and stood on her toes. She leaned close to his neck before she sunk her fangs in his neck.

As soon as his blood filled her mouth she pulled away in disgusted. The man pushed her hard, making her fall flat on her ass ina puddle on dirty water. "You fucking bitch!" He yelled before running away, out of the ally yelling for help.

Isabelle slowly stood up, feeling weaker then before and walked out of the ally. She didn't get more them 5 steps out before she passed out and fell on the side walk.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Lance heard the ruckus across the street and saw a man running out of an alley, clasping a hand at his neck and hollering for help. He stood and walked to the curb, his eyes searching the sidewalk and alley entrance; Lance had always had a fantasy of saving the day -- catching a burglar or rescuing a baby or what ever -- but he was leery enough of unseen dangerous to know not to simply run across the street and get involved without more information.

As people started responding -- some coming to the man's aid, some backing away, hesitant like himself -- Lance saw movement in the alley beyond the man. As the figure side stepped into a shaft of light slipping down between the two buildings, Lance's stomach turned over: Isabelle!

He surged forward, almost getting hit by a passing car, and pushed through the slowly gathering crowd. He lost sight of Isabelle, then found her lying on the sidewalk; some of the crowd began to peel away from the over-assisted man to tend to the woman as well.

"I got this!" Lance hollered. "She's a friend, I got this."

The others stopped where they were or backed away as Lance quickly gathered Isabelle in his arms. She was hovering on the edge of consciousness; her chin and neck was covered in blood, and -- glancing at the man again -- Lance had a fair idea of where it had come from. As he turned her away from the crowd, he whispered, "My god, Isabelle, what have you done--"

"Stop that bitch!" a man's voice called from behind Lance. He turned to see the bleeding man pushing through those assisting him, hollering, "That fucking bitch whore bit me."

Lance began to worry that he wouldn't get Isabelle away with out lots of questions, when the bleeding man's raucous rants and resistance to the others, who were trying to calm him down while tending to his wound, suddenly erupted into a pushing and shoving match, and finally a fist fight between the man and some of the others.

While even more people rushed in to calm the situation, Lance turned Isabelle away, scooped her up into his arms, and hurried down the block toward his apartment, two streets over.

(OOC -- When she comes to, she will be in Lance's bed -- his new bed, thank you very much Isabelle. )

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle opened her eyes a little bit seeing, but unable to see anything but blure. She closed her eyes once again for a moment and rubbed her eyes. When she opened them again see could see a little better, but still not pefect.

Slowly she sat up and looked down at the sheets that coverd her. What the hell... She stopped when she rememberd attacking a man in an ally. He ran away just before she passed out. "Stupid." She said as she threw the sheets off and slowly got out of the bed.

Her eyes looked over the room quickly, scanning for anyone that might be watching her. After awhile she reliezed who the room belonged to. "This room... it's- it's Ahhh what's his name?" She said as she ranked her mind for a name. She gave up after a minute and stubbled out of the room, her fett still wobbly. "Hello?" She said weakly before she fell on her hands and knees.

 

[JustABadBoy]

At the sound from the hallway, Lance hurried around the corner from the kitchen to find Isabelle on the floor. He hurried to her, again scooping her up; he returned her to his bed, laying her out, saying, "It's okay, Isabelle, I have you."

He pulled the covers back and guided her onto the mattress. A twinge of guilt struck as he shifted her body about and recalled the night of pleasure they'd spent with one another; her body, though a bit chilled -- a lot chilled it seemed -- felt good in his hands, and after he tried to move her under the covers and her panties showed to him, he realized he was growing down below.

The guilt only deepened when he found himself kicking off his shoes and crawling in beside her, saying, "Isabelle, you're freezing. I'm just going to try to warm you, that's all."

He pulled the blankets over them and pulled her into his arms, pressing their legs close together. She was trembling in his arms, which he credited to her chill. How could she be so cold on such a beautiful, warm October day? Fever maybe?

He couldn't help but think of the blood as he held her close. He'd cleaned her face and neck while she'd been passed out, and pulled the bloodied dress up over her head, replacing it with one of his soft cotton tee shirts. She'd looked so helpless and so sexy all at the same time, lying on his bed in just her tiny panty and bra set. Yet more guilt, he remembered.

As he held her, memories began coming back to him. He'd been able to recall the sexual details of their night together, but little else. He'd never been able to explain the blood, or the wounds; and, even stranger, the memory of both had slowly faded and only now began to come back to him.

"My bed," he chuckled softly. He'd had to buy a new mattress after he'd discarded the bloodied one, but yesterday, when his mother visited from out of town and asked about it, he'd just shrugged and said, "I ... just needed one, no reason."

Now he remembered. Now, he remembered everything! Isabelle had bit him -- repeatedly, over hours. They'd fucked, of course, but she'd fed upon him again and again ... and every time she returned to him, the lingering sexual euphoria only boiled up inside him again. He remembered ... No way, really...? He remembered asking her to bite him again. Twice he asked! Why the fuck would you--

He didn't even have to ask himself the question. He knew the answer. Her bite, her feeding on him, combined with the the sex ... it had been absolute heaven.

This is just ... He shook his head. This is just wrong. He was conjuring up stories and images of vampires and ... well, he just didn't believe that Isabelle was one. Vampires were fantasy; Hollywood, novels, music videos, electronic games.

Isabelle may have bit him, and it may have seemed like she had fed on him, but ... it wasn't real, it was just an act. Maybe she's nuts, he thought. Thinks she's a vampire.

Lance realized Isabelle had stopped trembling and hoped his body heat was helping her out of her chill. He also realized that he was hard as a rock, his erection pressing up against her belly. A gentleman would have pulled back from a semi-conscious, half dressed woman -- even one he'd made love to before -- but he didn't. Instead, he pulled her closer, bringing her face up into the cleft between his jaw bone and his clavicle, her breasts up close to his chest; wearing only a tee shirt and jogging shorts, he felt her still-cool legs press up to his own, and he wanted to badly to part them and slip one of his knees between hers.

Lance wanted Isabelle again, desperately. And, allowing her head to fall back a bit and feeling her cool lips touch his warm neck, he was hoping -- and at the same time not hoping -- that this outrageous, impossible fantasy of Isabelle being a vampire just might be real.

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle rested her head on... on.... She closed she eyes and went through her brain again. "Lance." She said finally, meaning for it to be a thought, but instead it came out in a soft whimper.

She wrapped her arms around him asmuch as she could as she trembled from hungry. She hear his heart beat through his chest. She could feel his pulse as it quickened. She wanted so badly to lean upand sink her fangs into his neck once again, but she held herself back. Lance had trusted her enough to take her back to his place.

Or maybe he just was another quick screw before he kicks you out again. A voice said in her head.

"No! He wouldn't do that! He wasnts to help me!" She thought as she held him tighter. She felt him move her head back a little bit and her lips pressed against something warm. She opened her eyes a bit and she froze. "No! No! No!" She screamed in her head as she looked at is neck. No matter how hard she tried though she knew her will was to weak for her animal side.

Isabelle tangled her fingers in his hair before she moved him on his back. She moved with him so she was saddling his waist. Gently she began to kiss his neck. "Why Lance?" She asked weakly between kisses. "Why do you hate me so much?" She asked before she started to nip.

She closed her eyes tight and pulled his head to the sideso she had more room. "I'm sorry." Were her finally words before her fangs extended and she bit down into his neck.

She made a loud growl/moan as his blood filled her mouth. She feed on him hungery.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"Why Lance?" Isabelle asked weakly. "Why do you hate me so much?"

He began to tell her I don't..., but the slight brush of her teeth -- fangs? -- at his neck silenced him as he again began asking himself, Is she...? Could she be...?

As she rolled him to his back, he could feel their groins press firmly together. He caressed one hand over her buttock cheek to low at the top of her thighs, trying to find and pull aside her panties; while his other hand slipped between their bodies to pull his erection out through the fly of his boxers. He wanted in her, badly; he needed in her, likely as much if not more so than she needed to feed upon him.

He just felt the wetness of her pussy upon his shaft as her fangs -- Oh god ... it's true ... she is... -- sunk into his neck. The pain was excruciating, not like three days earlier when the pleasure of cumming in her before the first bite had already overwhelmed his senses.

He tried to silence, to hold back the scream; it came out as a loud gurgle, almost as if were choking on the blood that Isabelle's throat was filling with, gulp after gulp.

He wanted in her; he knew he needed to be in her. But his hands weren't working. He could feel her warm juices dripping onto his shaft, but couldn't get it into her.

As the pain overwhelmed him, Lance drifted into unconsciousness, thinking What have I done...

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle pulled off his neck after a few minutes. She stayed where she was for a while, just licking at his wound. Getting the small drops of blood that dripped out. What have you do...

Slowly she sat up and looked down at the unconsciouse Lance, the blood that now stained his pillow. "Oh I'm so sorry Lance." She said softly as she brushed his hair out of his face. He looked a bit pale. "I must have taken to much." She said before she got out of bed.

She went over to the kitchen and got a glass of water from the sink. She walked back to his bedroom and climbed into his bed. Isabelle put his head in her lap and held the glass up to his mouth. "Here you go baby." She said softly as she tiled the cup so water filled his mouth.

After a minute the glass was empty and she wiped the water that ran out of the corner of his mouth. She flipped his pillow over before she put his head back down and coverd him up. "I'm so very sorry." She said again before she turned and walked out of the room.

Isabelle sat down on his couch and closed her eyes a little. She felt a hundred times better but she still had to rest. Belle slowly fell into a deep sleep.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Lance woke to find the room dark, except for the light coming in from the hallway. He was in pain, pain in his neck that radiated out into his body when he tried to move. He mumbled Isabelle's name, but got no response. It's only fair, he thought. I kick her out the first time ... she abandons me the second.

He managed to sit himself up on the bed. He felt at his neck; wounds, as he had expected. This time, though there was a definite pattern; four punctures, set out in a square like when he'd been bitten in the thigh by a dog when he was a kid. He shook his head, thinking about the incident. He'd been on his way home from baseball practice and had hit the dog over the head with an aluminum bat so hard, it cracked the animal's head, killing it within seconds. He wondered, Am I going to have to crack Isabelle over the head...?

He was confused, horribly confused. There first night together had been the most sexually satisfying event of his life and, until just today, he'd somehow forgotten most of the details about the beautiful woman sucking his blood; but today, with no sex, he was wracked with pain and feeling used and abused by ... by a vampire...? She sucked his blood and simply left the building. He felt violated somehow.

You can't be telling anyone this, he told himself. You can't go around telling people Isabelle's a vampire. First, he knew, no one would believe him. And second, what would people do about it ... or to her? Should I care...?

He did care, of course, and -- some how -- it wasn't just about the sex, although it was the driving force that caused him to bring her back here today. Yes, he did care. So ... why doesn't she. She walked away from you in the coffee shop, and she's walked away from you now!

His head was spinning with this round and round discussion within his skull. He decided to let it go for now, and try to make his way to the kitchen to get something to drink and eat. He needed iron, he was pretty sure. When you lose blood, don't you eat lots of iron?

He was barely out the bathroom door when he saw her sitting there on the couch, looking into his eyes. Lance wasn't sure how to react; he'd been sure she'd left him. He leaned up against the door frame, contemplated, then asked simply and sincerely, "So ... where do we go from here?

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle woke up a few hours later feeling wide awake. She looked around the living room slowly before sighing. "I bit him." She said before rubbing her head. "I fucking but him! He's going to hate me!" She said scared.

Her head popped up when she heard the bed in his room move. He's awake She thought before She pulled my knees to my chest.

Isabelle sat on the couch, extremly quiet as she listened to him move around his room. When she saw his face as he walked out, a look of shock filled it. He must have thought I left.

She watched as he leaned against the door frame. He finally asked those words she,s been waiting for. "So, where do we go from here?"

Isabelle got off the couch slowly before she shook her head. "That's easy. After I'm done with you, I'll leave. You'll never have to see me again." She said softly as she stopped in front of him. Reaching out slowly, she ran her fingers over his wounds. "But I need to make this up to you." She whispered before she pushed him back into his room. He fell back on the bed and Isabelle creawled on top of him.

"My fangs wont touch you ok." She said as she grabbed the hem of the shirt she was wearing and pulled it off. She reached down and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled, making a large rip right down the middle. "Do you want me to leave right now?" She asked Lance softly as she ran her hands over his chest.

 

[JustABadBoy]

"So ... where do we go from here?"

"That's easy," Isabelle answered. "After I'm done with you, I'll leave. You'll never have to see me again."

Lance's stomach turned over. That was the last thing he wanted to hear. He had no idea what he wanted to hear; he just knew that that wasn't it.

Isabelle was a vampire! It was true. Or, at least, she thought it was true. She was acting out being a vampire -- biting his neck, drinking his blood -- but Lance still just didn't believe in vampires.

The one thing he did believe in was the way Isabelle made him feel. And while he would like to have thought it was just the physical stuff -- the phrase greatest sex I ever had -- would not leave his brain -- he was also beginning to feel something more emotional for her. He thought he was falling in love with her. You fucked her once, you idiot! his brain screamed. It's not love! It's lust! Get past it! You can't have some chick biting you and leaving you bleeding all over your bed just to GET OFF!

As she crossed the room to him, his mind whirled with thoughts. Maybe he should just let her go. Maybe it was for the best. She stopped before him, touching the fresh wounds in his neck. "But I need to make this up to you."

She pushed him back into his room, to the bed, and crawled atop him.

Lance knew what she meant by make this up to you, and his entire body reacted; his brain began recycling all the thoughts he'd been having even faster, trying but failing to make a decision; his heart began pounding so fast he could hear the beat in his skull; and his penis began swelling in preparation, uncaring of what kind of questions were going through his skull.

"My fangs wont touch you, okay?" she assured him, stripping the tee shirt off over her head. She ripped his shirt open, asking "Do you want me to leave right now?"

"No," his mouth said before he really even considered the question. He watched her hands play over his chest, then quickly snatched at them, securing them by her wrists. He stared into her eyes for a moment, then used his strength to roll her off of him to her back. He pressed her hands down to the bed, pressing his groin in between her thighs. He told her, "We do it my way this time."

He sat up,his haunches on his heels, and took hold of her panties. "Just to be sure you're teeth aren't near my neck, okay?"

 

[HornyPussycat21]

Isabelle yelped a little as Lance shot his hands up and grabbed her wrists tight in his hands. She watched as he just stared at her before he flipped her over onto her back. Her hands were down on the bed before she even had a second to think.

Her head was spinning. She was never treated like this before. Hell she's never even done it anyway but on top. She couldn't help but start to tingle as he looked down at her, with his crotch pressed between my legs.

What is wrong with you? Get the hell up and show him who's incharge here! Her mind screamed, but still Isabelle made no more to move off the bed. Instead she felt a wet spot form in here panties.

She watched him as he sat up and grabbed her panties. "Just to be sure your teeth aren't near me neck, okay?" He said. Isabelle slowly nodded her head as she played the hpless little victom. It made her feels so hot inside.

 

[JustABadBoy]

Lance nearly ripped Isabelle's panties off, pulling them off her hips without even urging her to lift them, then forcing her legs closer together to get the sexy bottoms passed her knees and ankles. He threw them aside, then ...

Simply stared down at her. He suddenly realized that he hadn't taken the time until now to really look at her. There first night together, he'd been so anxious to simply be with her that passion had blinded him to her beauty. And this afternoon, he been so concerned with cleaning her of the Alley Man's blood and getting her into something warm, again he hadn't taken the time.

Now, though, he leaned forward and loosed the bra clasp between her breasts, and then sat back on his haunches and simply stared at her. She was, in a word, perfect. Where she'd been painted and primped the night of the Frat Party, and then pale and frail after the alley incident, now she was ... perfect. Her flawless, smooth skin glowed in the light spilling in from the hall and bedroom window; her firm breasts were -- as his father would have said -- a perfect mouth full, their nipples dark and hardened, making him think of Hershey's kisses, awaiting to be devoured; her hour glass figure and flat belly made Lance think of the beautiful sculptures in the art museum that his mother used to hurry him past when he was a pre-teen; and ...

Oohh ... his heart simply pounded and his dick twitch inside his pants as he looked down to between her athletic thighs. She was smoothly shaven -- a baby's pussy, one of his piggish class mates called them -- that filled Lance's brain with words like virgin, pure, untouched. He knew it wasn't true -- he'd had her himself just three days earlier! -- but, reaching down to touch her belly, then caressing his finger tips over where the patch of hair had been stripped away, then finally ever so gently pressing one finger tip to her labia, between her labia, parting her labia, and staring down at the pink button hidden amongst those soft, darker skinned, and thoroughly wetted lips...

A chill ran up his spine ...

She had made him feel so good. Now, all he wanted to do was return the favor. He backed away, standing at the end of the bed. He leaned forward, wrapping his hands under and around to the front of her thighs, then pulled her to the end of the bed. He knelt, moved closer, met her eyes for a long moment ... then leaned in and took her pussy into his mouth.