SkylarBlue
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He watched her, his luminous blue eyes keen even in the pitch black. How could she walk these streets alone at night and not fear anyone or anything? He smelled no fear coming from her body, only the fresh scent of the lilac perfume she wore. He licked his lips, waiting for the right moment to strike. He sensed something unusual about her, and his predatory instincts sharpened.
She passed in front of the ledge where he crouched, ready to pounce, and stopped directly below him. Foolish mortal, he thought. Then she looked up.
"Forget about it, creep." she said.
How did she know? He asked himself.
She stood her ground as he jumped from his ledge.
"How did you-?" he asked.
She bared her fangs, a gift from her mother, who had been turned just before her birth, making her a halfbreed so to speak. A rare breed of vampire... a human being who had all the perks of being human that a vampire did not, and all the perks of being a vampire that humans did not.
"But you're not-"
"No, I'm not, and I'm not a silly little wannabe, either. I'm a half-breed. Half human and half vampire."
"You're a sun-walker."
"If that's what you call my kind. As for myself, I hate the sun."
She began walking again, and for a moment, he just stared after her. Then he jogged to catch up.
"What?" she asked cooly.
"I'm just curious. I've never met a half-breed before."
"And you want an interview or what?"
"No, but I would like to talk."
No one had ever shown this much interest before. She looked at him. He was probably about twenty-three or twenty-five, with black hair and luminous blue eyes. He was powerfully built at about six feet tall.
"Fine. Your place or mine?"
"Mine?" he suggested.
She shrugged.
He led the way to his car, a black 1967 Mustang Convertible. She got in on the passenger side, and he sped off.
His apartment was a studio, with heavy black draperies on the windows, a lavish king size bed with satin sheets, a computer in the corner, but sparse furnishings otherwise.
She sat down on the bed and he sat next to her.
"So tell me about yourself," he began.
"My mother was turned in 1651, just before I was born. Because of that, I survived the change and was born half-mortal, half-vampire. She raised me until I was sure enough of myself to get along. My real father was nothing more than a sperm donor, while my father to darkness was a baron with old money. I go where I want to go, and I do what I want to do."
"So, you can eat food and walk in the sun?"
"Of course. And I can live off blood alone. The fangs are real, not some cosmetic addition."
"It has been so long since I've tasted food."
"How long?" she asked.
"Oh- two-hundred and fifty years."
"Wow. And to think, I should be almost fifty."
"Yet you still look nineteen."
"I stopped aging then. I've known others to age until their thirties. And some who stopped at fifteen."
"What was it like growing up?"
"Like I said, my mother only stayed with me until I could take care of myself. I've been on my own since I was sixteen."
"You've never had to worry about money?"
"No. I have a trust fund that was invested wisely."
He looked at her. The pale skin was a given. But the cat-green eyes with the mahogany colored hair just added to his wonder. The flawless porceline skin, covered only by a slip dress that just covered her buttocks. It was a green velvet, which darkened her eyes. She had large, but not huge breasts that stood out without a bra and were not fake.
He tried to resist the urge to lean over and kiss her, but failed. At first, she pulled away, but she finally sighed deeply and kissed back. Their tongues danced together and lit a fire only one thing could put out.
She moved to straddle him, and found him eagerly ready through his jeans. She pulled the straps of her dress down, freeing her breasts. Leaning her back at her waist, he closed his lips over first one nipple, which was a dark rose in stark contrast to the white skin. She moaned, her fingers running through his black hair. While he was busy pleasuring her, she erotically ground her hips against his and his hads found their way up the skirt of her dress. She wore no underwear. She sat up on her knees while her hands undid the snap and zipper to his jeans, freeing the seven and a half inch long member. It was at least an inch and a half thick, if not two.
She re-straddled him, and with some guidance, lowered herself onto him, sliding slowly down. She was snug, but comfortably wet already. She smiled and bared her neck to him.
With fangs bared, he bit down into the exposed neck, drawing life from her as she rocked on top of him. He could already feel her begin to react with orgasm. The ectasy of the kiss could not be replaced by any other sexual act on the planet, but it went well with all other things carnal. As she raised and lowered herself on him, he continued to suck, until she pulled away. Then, she bit into his neck. He stood up, and walked her over to the wall. He pumped her relentlessly as she drew blood from him. Then, after she had pulled away, he began to push deeper and deeper inside of her. Her soft moaning turned to screams, and finally to frantic breathing. After she had orgasmed, he pulled away, still hard himself, and led her to the bed...
If you like it and want to hear more, E-Mail me at SkylarBlue@literotica.com
He watched her, his luminous blue eyes keen even in the pitch black. How could she walk these streets alone at night and not fear anyone or anything? He smelled no fear coming from her body, only the fresh scent of the lilac perfume she wore. He licked his lips, waiting for the right moment to strike. He sensed something unusual about her, and his predatory instincts sharpened.
She passed in front of the ledge where he crouched, ready to pounce, and stopped directly below him. Foolish mortal, he thought. Then she looked up.
"Forget about it, creep." she said.
How did she know? He asked himself.
She stood her ground as he jumped from his ledge.
"How did you-?" he asked.
She bared her fangs, a gift from her mother, who had been turned just before her birth, making her a halfbreed so to speak. A rare breed of vampire... a human being who had all the perks of being human that a vampire did not, and all the perks of being a vampire that humans did not.
"But you're not-"
"No, I'm not, and I'm not a silly little wannabe, either. I'm a half-breed. Half human and half vampire."
"You're a sun-walker."
"If that's what you call my kind. As for myself, I hate the sun."
She began walking again, and for a moment, he just stared after her. Then he jogged to catch up.
"What?" she asked cooly.
"I'm just curious. I've never met a half-breed before."
"And you want an interview or what?"
"No, but I would like to talk."
No one had ever shown this much interest before. She looked at him. He was probably about twenty-three or twenty-five, with black hair and luminous blue eyes. He was powerfully built at about six feet tall.
"Fine. Your place or mine?"
"Mine?" he suggested.
She shrugged.
He led the way to his car, a black 1967 Mustang Convertible. She got in on the passenger side, and he sped off.
His apartment was a studio, with heavy black draperies on the windows, a lavish king size bed with satin sheets, a computer in the corner, but sparse furnishings otherwise.
She sat down on the bed and he sat next to her.
"So tell me about yourself," he began.
"My mother was turned in 1651, just before I was born. Because of that, I survived the change and was born half-mortal, half-vampire. She raised me until I was sure enough of myself to get along. My real father was nothing more than a sperm donor, while my father to darkness was a baron with old money. I go where I want to go, and I do what I want to do."
"So, you can eat food and walk in the sun?"
"Of course. And I can live off blood alone. The fangs are real, not some cosmetic addition."
"It has been so long since I've tasted food."
"How long?" she asked.
"Oh- two-hundred and fifty years."
"Wow. And to think, I should be almost fifty."
"Yet you still look nineteen."
"I stopped aging then. I've known others to age until their thirties. And some who stopped at fifteen."
"What was it like growing up?"
"Like I said, my mother only stayed with me until I could take care of myself. I've been on my own since I was sixteen."
"You've never had to worry about money?"
"No. I have a trust fund that was invested wisely."
He looked at her. The pale skin was a given. But the cat-green eyes with the mahogany colored hair just added to his wonder. The flawless porceline skin, covered only by a slip dress that just covered her buttocks. It was a green velvet, which darkened her eyes. She had large, but not huge breasts that stood out without a bra and were not fake.
He tried to resist the urge to lean over and kiss her, but failed. At first, she pulled away, but she finally sighed deeply and kissed back. Their tongues danced together and lit a fire only one thing could put out.
She moved to straddle him, and found him eagerly ready through his jeans. She pulled the straps of her dress down, freeing her breasts. Leaning her back at her waist, he closed his lips over first one nipple, which was a dark rose in stark contrast to the white skin. She moaned, her fingers running through his black hair. While he was busy pleasuring her, she erotically ground her hips against his and his hads found their way up the skirt of her dress. She wore no underwear. She sat up on her knees while her hands undid the snap and zipper to his jeans, freeing the seven and a half inch long member. It was at least an inch and a half thick, if not two.
She re-straddled him, and with some guidance, lowered herself onto him, sliding slowly down. She was snug, but comfortably wet already. She smiled and bared her neck to him.
With fangs bared, he bit down into the exposed neck, drawing life from her as she rocked on top of him. He could already feel her begin to react with orgasm. The ectasy of the kiss could not be replaced by any other sexual act on the planet, but it went well with all other things carnal. As she raised and lowered herself on him, he continued to suck, until she pulled away. Then, she bit into his neck. He stood up, and walked her over to the wall. He pumped her relentlessly as she drew blood from him. Then, after she had pulled away, he began to push deeper and deeper inside of her. Her soft moaning turned to screams, and finally to frantic breathing. After she had orgasmed, he pulled away, still hard himself, and led her to the bed...
If you like it and want to hear more, E-Mail me at SkylarBlue@literotica.com
I like what you have so far though...
