“Look…” the woman said with a sigh.
I could see just the faintest hint of irritation flashing behind her dark eyes. She gently placed her hands on the table between us. All ten of her long crimson fingernails pointed directly at me. Her chest rose as she took a deep breath.
“I know this sounds crazy, trust me,” she said. “But it’s the truth.”
She already told me what she was about to repeat. The first time she said it, I thought it was a joke, but the look on her face was too earnest. The first time she repeated it I thought it was a sort of goth, fantasy role play type situation. Not that I wasn’t into it, mind. If I find a partner attractive, I’m willing to ignore an embarrassing amount of red flags.
And believe me when I say I found this woman attractive. She was tall, and well built. The thin shoulder straps of her dress showed off broad shoulders and sculpted muscles beneath. The dress’s plunging neckline revealed her large supple breasts in an elegant way. However, I couldn’t stop staring at her arms. Though I had never experienced the sensation in person before, her biceps captivated me.
She slowly exhaled through her nose and retold her story.
“I am a vampire,” she said slowly.
I nodded.
She used a finger to raise her lip, and exposed a long fang on the left side of her mouth.
I nodded.
“And I need to… you know…” she trailed, expecting me to fill in the rest.
She waited a beat, but my brain was having a hard time thinking ahead.
“Feed,” she said finally.
“So you’re going to like… suck my blood and kill me?” I asked.
At this particular moment in the evening, I wasn’t sure if this was a fetish thing, or a serial killer thing, but for her, I was willing to assume the former.
We had only met an hour or two prior. Time is irrelevant in a place like this. The place in question is a little dive bar within walking distance from my apartment. The drinks were… fine, but I didn’t have to drive, and that was important to me. Usually, about nine people total were ever in the bar. And usually it was the same nine people, myself included.
The woman sitting in front of me stood out like a diamond amongst the sad costume jewelry that usually landed here. Usually my only company was the bartender. During the week it was Trish, the vibrant young woman tending her way through grad school. On Friday and Saturday it was Alissa, the seasoned vet, who had done 20 tours of bar tending duty, and was a pleasure to have in your presence physically, visually and psychologically.
“I’m not going to kill you,” the woman in front of me said flatly. “But I do need to do this soon, so…”
She looked around the bar. It was a quiet night for the most part. Trish was arguing with another regular about their tab, but most people were keeping to themselves.
“You want to do it like… here?” I asked, looking around as well.
“No, no,” she said, shaking her head. “I noticed the bathrooms here are actually really clean. We can do it there.”
Of course I already knew this about the bathrooms. Trish especially kept them immaculate. Or… as immaculate as she could.
She stood up, straightened her dress and strode towards the bathroom. I stood and followed her. As I walked, Trish caught my eye and gave me a look to say she understood what was happening. She snickered and went back to arguing with the customer.
I entered the bathroom behind the woman. She closed the door behind me and locked it. It was designed as a one-person bathroom, but it was easily large enough for us both to comfortably fit.
She stood, leaning her back against the door.
“Something I wasn’t comfortable mentioning out there…” she said, beckoning me over to her.
I moved in close to her. She took my head in her hands and forced my head to the side, exposing my neck. She was strong. Very strong. I could feel it in her grip on my hair. My heart was pounding. I wasn’t usually into pain as a sexual device, but in this moment it was worth it to feel her body against mine.
“I need life force to live. This is my curse,” she whispered in my ear. “But blood isn’t the only life giving force you have,” she continued. “In my experience, I get just as much sustenance from cum.”
A vision snapped into my head of this woman sinking her fangs into my balls. She felt my sudden hesitation.
“Does that mean you have to bite…” I started to ask, motioning down with my eyes.
“Jesus, I just want you to cum in my mouth,” she said, pulling back from me and rolling her eyes.
Relief washed over me.
“You can still, like… bite me if you want to…” I said, a little more sheepishly than I wanted.
“If I bite you, I spread the curse,” she whispered into my ear, holding my head to the side again. She kissed my exposed neck. “However, if it’s pain you’re after…”
She traced her sharp nails across my neck, and plunged one of them into my skin. I winced and gasped slightly. I could feel a drop of blood well up in the wound, and slowly begin to drip downwards.
She leaned into me and I felt her tongue lap up the small drop of blood. Her entire body tensed as she licked. She moaned into my neck. The experience made me hard, instantly. I think she felt it happen. She unzipped my jeans and pulled my twitching cock out.
She stroked me gently with her left hand, and pulled my shirt up with her right. She traced around my chest with her finger. She lightly grazed her nail across my skin, directly over my heart. I felt a sting of pain as her nail cut into my. I recoiled slightly. Blood ran out immediately. She touched her finger into the drop of blood and it transferred to her finger. She stuck her finger into her mouth and sucked it off.
She knelt down in front of me. My heart was pounding in my chest. She loosened my jeans and pulled them down a bit. She shifted me around, so my back was against the door. She traced her nail along my thigh and plunged her nail into my skin. I winced, but was mostly unable to move. Blood gushed from the wound. She put her lips to the dripping blood and greedily drank it. As she drank, she moaned. She raised one hand to my waiting cock and stroked it. I saw her put her hand between her thighs and rub. She moaned more.
She stopped licking the blood and looked up at me with a smile. I was biting my lip so hard it hurt. She gently took me into her mouth. I could feel her fangs on either side of my cock, back and forth while her tongue gently cradled me from underneath. The feeling was unreal. After a few moments I began to feel a little brave.
“Can we fuck,” I asked, almost unable to contain myself.
“It doesn’t really do anything for me anymore, but if it will help you cum,” she said, “then yes.”
She stood back up and I tried to push her back into the door, but it was like pushing a concrete block. She giggled, and backed into the door herself. She wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted herself up, bracing her back against the door. I pulled her lace panties to the side, and she flexed her legs, driving me into her. I stifled a moan, not wanting to bother the rest of the bar.
She relaxed her legs enough to let me slide out just enough to be able to thrust into her. As I pounded into her she gripped my back, her nails digging into my skin. I felt blood trickle down my back. She wiped her hand across my back, smearing the blood on her palm. She licked it hungrily off her hand, moaning softly as she did. Her muscles tensed the more she licked. Her eyes rolled slightly back as my blood nourished her. As I pushed into her, she augmented the force with her legs. Her breasts slowly bounced out of her dress, more of her exquisite body to me.
She gripped my neck and pulled my head close to hers.
“Cum now, sweetie,” she whispered to me.
Something immediately clicked in me, and I quickly pulled myself out. She noticed my sudden sense of urgency, and released her legs from around my waist. She dropped to the floor and effortlessly spun me around so I was now against the door. She again took my cock in her mouth. I felt the tip slide to the back of her mouth, and I came. I came hard. The woman moaned loudly, even though it was muffled. Her body shook as cum was deposited directly down her throat.
She put her hands on the back of my thighs and pulled me towards her, shoving me deeper into her mouth. My legs almost felt like they would snap. The pain intensified the orgasm tenfold. More and more ropes of cum went down her throat. The more I came, the more she rubbed herself. As I finished climaxing, I felt the energy leave my body. I slid down the door to the floor. The woman elegantly stood, and stepped towards the sink. She looked in the mirror and wiped around her mouth.
I sat, shivering on the floor. She walked back over to me and held out a hand to help me up. Something about how her bicep flexed as she pulled me into a standing position made her even more attractive to me.
“Thank you, dear,” she said to me as she walked past me to leave. She kissed my cheek and whispered, “Call me, if you like.”
I felt her slip something into my pocket as she left the bathroom. I stumbled to the sink and wiped the sweat from my face. A spot of blood appeared on my shirt from the wound on my chest. I pulled the item from my pocket. It was a napkin with a red lipstick print, a phone number, and two fang holes.
