by Meghan S Ledwig
A sigh escaped me as I felt the lips caressing my neck.
They were so soft, yet so cool. As cool as marble against my heated flesh.
Suddenly, I felt a slight stinging pain in my neck, and the lips were gone; but pleasure such as I had never known began flowing through my body. My blood was boiling! I had never felt so alive! My body orgasmed once, twice, again and again! I was in heaven as the blood coursed through my veins!
Then suddenly my energy was gone, and my blood was no more. My lover, my beloved vampyric lover, had drunk it all to the last drop, and left none for me!
I was heartbroken by this change in events. So soon after the best pleasure of my life, and that life was ending. No, I determined, I could not let this happen. I had to stay alive. For myself, for my soul, but most importantly...
For my pleasure.
Hedonist that I am, the first thing that came to my mind, as I thought of how to exit this perilous situation, was through sexual release. If I showed him how much pleasure I could give him, then surely he would have to keep me alive, and not drain me fully!
I could see it all now. Me, as his love slave. He was, after all, a fantastic lover. He could bring me to climax again and again without any effort at all, giving me the most pleasure in the least amount of time. And that, at the moment, was all I cared about.
My pleasure--and his.
So I took it upon myself to prove to him how indispensible I could be, in terms of pleasure.
Using up the last of my energy, I rolled him over onto his back, straddling him. I placed my once warm lips--now cooled from the loss of blood--against his. He did not respond.
I moved my hips against his. Again, no response. He was as soft as a lost little lamb in a manger.
I felt the hope draining from me, as my blood had moments before.
Was there nothing I could do, to regain the pleasure I had felt before?
But then I realized--there WAS a way! A marvelous, erotic way that would give me pleasure as I had never felt it before! Pleasure a hundredfold of what I had ever experienced before in my mortal lifetime!
"Turn me into a vampyre!"
The words came out in a rush, because I could fast feel my life force draining from me. I could see the shock on my erstwhile lover's face. He must have thought I was mad--on the brink of death, begging for eternal damnation when heaven, and all its pleasures were so close at hand.
Ahh, but he didn't know what I did. He didn't know that the ultimate pleasure lay at my finger tips, if only he would ...
"Turn me into a vampyre! Quickly, there isn't much time!"
I lowered my head to his neck--alright, I admit it, my body's strength gave out and I collapsed upon him, in a position such as my mouth was brushing his neck, if I must be exact.
I began to suck on his neck, a move that would have left a humungous hickey on any mortal man--but this man, without his own blood, would never get a hickey. That thought alone sent shivers running up and down my spine.
"Please," I begged, whisper-soft, my voice floating the scant inches to his ear as my soul drifted, drifted, slowly giving way to the end that would soon encompass it.
He growled at my words, and I could feel his reaction against my thigh. Another shiver escaped me. Not only was the pleasure he gave me of great proportion, but something else he had was of great proportion, too!
He tossed me over, onto my back, and then, as I had done to him earlier, he stradled me. Then, with a small dagger taken from his boot--yes, he makes love in his boots, and the feel of them against my bare skin absolutely makes me tingle!--He made a small slit on the side of his neck, and blood began to flow from him--my blood, of which he had just partaken.
"Drink," he ordered me gruffly, as he lowered his neck to my mouth, and lowered his hulking beast to my innocent lamb.
And as his wolf began to devour my lamb, from the inside, so did I devour the blood he offered me--once my own, but transformed by his body into something more, much more. The ambrosia of life, nectar of the gods. Something no mortal man or woman should ever be so lucky as to drink.
I left my drink to cry out in pleasure at the wonderful things he did to me--which is to say, the many orgasms he gave me with his magnificent expertise. The blood still flowed from his neck even as my mouth was otherwise occupied by the delirious moans that escaped it. The blood, therefore, could not enter my mouth--it landed on my neck, and my breasts, and ran down to my belly and below, to where I was joined with my vampyre lover as we fucked like rabbits.
The blood seemed to excite him more than anything else. He moved faster within me, frenzied and wild, and he began licking up all the blood, from my breasts and my neck--oh, my neck--how he lingered there, as though he wished to bite me again. And then I bit him, with my newly acquired fangs, on the side of his neck; and he returned the favor. And, sucking the blood from one another all the while, we continued our mad dash towards our wild orgasmic release.
When it came, it was a relief. All that wildness. although deeply pleasurable, can drain a person. Yet I had never known, as a mortal, how erotic blood could be, or the drinking of it as your lover thrust into you. It was a metaphor for the cycle of life; taking blood from one another, even as we were joined in the most intimate way two beings--mortal or immortal--can possibly be joined.
As I lay back against the bloodstained pillows, with my immortal lover next to me and my own immortal body covered in beautiful, erotic blood, I could not help but smile.
I knew I had a wonderful future ahead of me.
A wonderful, erotic future.
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