Tower of Blood

[writewithme2013]

"Oh my god," Anna responded, pleasing Joseph, who had feared the possibility of instead hearing Who the fuck are you to do this to my career? or some other exclamation of dissatisfaction. "I... I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. I've dreamed about this since I was a child. Thank you Joseph."

"No need to dream anymore, Anna," Joseph replied, pausing for a moment as an older woman emerged seemingly from no where to pour the open champagne into their flutes and remove the stainless steel covers from over their plates. Joseph told the Server that that would be all and he and Anna were not to be disturbed further, then turned back to the dancer and said, "One of the nice things about being a man like myself is being able to do things for people who deserve it."

He sipped at the bubbling fluid, then set it aside, telling her in a reassuring voice, "And Anna, I want you to believe that you do deserve this. Please ... never think of this as a short cut in your career. I believe that left to your own devices, you would have eventually reached the lead role in your company on your own."

He didn't believe this, of course, but his tone and his ability to manufacture charisma when in the presence of mere humans would surely convince Anna of his statement. It wasn't that she wasn't a good dancer; she was, and the room full of people down stairs still gushing about her were proof of that.

The fact was that no matter how good you were at something, there was always someone better at it. That was Anna's hell right there; simply put, there were too many skilled dancers and not enough productions to satisfy them. It didn't hurt, of course, to be fucking the Managing Director either, which -- likely unknown to Anna -- her current nemesis in the troop had been doing for almost two years now.

"Please, tell me something about yourself, Anna," Joseph said, beginning to pick at the food before him. Despite not being able to survive without feeding on humans, he still had to eat regular food to satisfy the nutritional requirements that blood didn't fulfill. He laughed, remembering his faux pas on the stage. "And please ... remind me of your surname as well."

 

[NekoMata]

Solancee giggled as she let herfingers roam playfully over his bare skin. She could feel the heat of his skin just beneath her fingertips. It was a warmth that betrayed vitality and life. A warmth she did not possess. Neither would he soon enough. Ask the vitality that pumped in his veins would soon belong to her. Once his blood was filled with all the endorphins she wanted she would bite into that smooth throat of his and drain him dry. Still...he was quite lovely to look at..

Thrusting those thoughts to the back of her mind Solancee focused on the matter at hand. His hands gently caressed her forearms as the slowly made their way upward. She shivered slightly enjoying the intimate contact. Sensing what he wanted she leaned forward, pressing her mouth briefly to his before leaning away. His arousal was evident and she could feel him poised against her private place. Still holding his gaze she slowly rotated her hips, pressing her pelvis gently against his. Delicately, she removed his hands from her arms, placing on gently on her waist. The other she kept in her grasp. Lifting it to her mouth she trailed her tounge lightly over the pulse in his wrist a she continued her gentle circles.

Her other hand continued to play over his skin, ticking, teasing, scratching. Solancee relished it all. How long had it been since she had felt flesh under her fingers? How deprived she had been. How cold and lonely. She pressed her lips to his wrist and smiled. She must be careful, she chided. She must but break this toy, not yet.

 

[writewithme2013]

"Oh ... god..." Hank murmured, feeling Solancee grinding their groins together. "You feel fantastic..."

He let her take control, moving his hands about, playing her finger tips upon his skin; she dug her nails into his sculpted chest, causing him to grimace at the sharp scratch before chuckling and saying, "Careful with those things."

His gaze walked over her, admiring her perfection. He could sit here all night, simply looking at her ... if he was a love struck teenager in the back seat with the girl next door. But he wasn't, and he wanted more ... and now.

He sat up quickly, reaching his hands around behind her, pulling her to him and he pressed his mouth to hers. With the skill of a player, he snapped loose her bra; the stretchy elastic popped the strapless undergarment forward, spilling her seemingly youthful breasts toward him as he himself dropped back to the mattress again to observe.

"Bea-u-ti-ful..." he murmured, looking down to his groin and said, "Take me out."

 

[NekoMata]

Solancee giggled as he commented on her scratches. Tiny marks of pink remained were she had trailed her fingers. She was about to begin her humming Shaun when he sat up suddenly to kiss her. With a skill and deftness that could only be acquired through repetition he included her strapless lace bra. She caught it lightly and flicked it into the floor. He was a philanderer then. How unfortunate. Still she smiled softly. Delicately she climbed of him, settling onto the bed beside him.

Her slender fingers slid beneath his waistband taking lightly over the soft skin of his hips. Reaching the front of his pants she undid the button. Very gently she slid her slender hand inside of his boxers. Her cool hand wrapped around his heated manhood. She void feel the sight twitch as hot blood pulsed in his loins. Ever so delicately she began stroking him. Soft noises escaped her lips as she muttered quietly to herself. Her violet eyes turned to the window and a smile crept across her face. Picking up his wrist she giggled, pressing a light kiss to the warm flesh.

"Take me out." A request she would be ask to happy to oblige. Gigging she leaned forward, her hair covering her face. Her fangs slipped forwardand she gently traced them with the to of her tongue. As quick as a snake she sank her fangs into his wrist. Warm blood flowed into her mouth and she swallowed. Releasing her fangs she smiled licking her lips. ”Not ripe enough yet...” she said licking her fangs, ”Tell me truthfully why are you here with me?”

 

[writewithme2013]

"Ohhhh..." Hank signed, feeling her cool hand wrap tightly around his erection and stroke him slowly. "Yes ... my god ... yes."

The hand job felt good, but it wasn't enough. Hank wanted more. He began rocking his hips opposite her strokes, causing her hands to pleasure more of his length. He wanted inside her -- mouth or pussy he didn't care -- and he was getting anxious to be there.

Suddenly, a sharp pain erupted at his wrist. "Christ!. Did you bite me?"

He tried to pull his hand back but she maintained control of his wrist with a strength that he simply wouldn't have expected from her. And then, almost as quickly as the pain had struck, it was gone; much like the bite of a mosquito, the nearly naked vampire had flooded his wrist with an anesthetic that not only made the pain subside but also affected his brain by screwing with his short term memory.

Hank's wrist had four puncture makes in it, and yet the only thing going through his brain right now was his lust for this beauty before him.

"Not ripe enough yet...” Solancee said, licking at her fangs, ”Tell me truthfully why are you here with me?”

"I think you're hot and I want to fuck you," he said, his mouth producing words even before his brain knew it had thought them. "Nick said you were lonely and would put out."

He reached his free hand down to one of her breasts, groping it gently as he said with failing inhibitions, "Will you go down on me?"

 

[NekoMata]

Solancee smiled her eyes darkening. Weak, pathetic disgusting little worm. Humans were all the same foolish and disgusting. Motivated by greed and lust. Perhaps she was no better, but that was of little concern. She needed more in his blood to truly be sated. A bit more stimulus and she would be full once she feed on his vitality. Absently she continued giving him a handjob, feeling him thrust into her palm.

"I think you're hot and I want to fuck you. Nick said you were lonely and would put out." Solancee listened, her head tilted, as he spoke. Slowly she released his wrist, allowing it to fall unceremoniously onto the bed. Releasing her fingers one by one she slowly let go of his shaft. The softly hummed notes of a funeral dirge rose from her throat. She delicately walked her fingers up his chest and to his shoulders, her touch feather light.

She traced the hard muscles of his shoulders almost absently as she straddled him for the second time that night. Her fingers ran softly up the side of his neck. A wicked grin crossed her face as she swiftly clamped her hand around his throat. She could crush his windpipe if she wished. But what she wanted was fear. She could see it in his face, smell it in the adrenaline that pooled in his veins. Ever so slowly she crept backwards, pulling him into a sitting position as she knelt on the floor. Her hot tongue gently stroked his shaft as she held her grip on his throat. With a smile she gently kissed his tip. Then in one fluid motion she yanked him to the floor and rolled him under her. Leaning forward she gently nipped his ear.

”It will be a pleasure...to drain you dry.” she whispered softly. Her fangs sank into his throat as she drank.

:..1 hour later..:

Solancee rolled onto her side her naked body wrapped in the gentle caress of silk sheets. A new drawing hung on her wall, of a man with haunting blue eyes. On the 40th floor a body burned.

 

[Virgininneed]

"No need to dream anymore, Anna," he said. Anna looked into his eyes, grateful and happy. A warm smile was on her face as the server approached. She thanked the woman, wishing her well as she left. Her heart was kind and caring, sweet and sincere. Those qualities were important to her, a she worked hard to ensure she treated others well. "One of the nice things about being a man like myself is being able to do things for people who deserve it."

Anna squeezed his hand before pulling it back and reaching for the champagne, sipping as she listened to him speak.

"And Anna, I want you to believe that you do deserve this. Please ... never think of this as a short cut in your career. I believe that left to your own devices, you would have eventually reached the lead role in your company on your own."

"I... I can't even tell you how much this means to me. Thank you so much, really. This is by far the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. I just wish I could do something for you," she smiled, starting to eat, holding the fork delicately, tasting the food. It was amazing.

"Please, tell me something about yourself, Anna, and please ... remind me of your surname as well."

"Well, my last name is Walker, and I really love to read. I love Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde. I am twenty-two, and I love things that are kind of old-fashioned," she said thinking back on how he kissed her hand. "What about you? I hardly know anything about you, and I really want to get to know you."

 

[Virgininneed]

Bump.