Sam's Erotic Library
Blood Club II
An Erotic Vampire Short Story
He stands silent as he leans against the cold, hard, concrete wall of the downtown no frills motel. The night air is cool as it gently brushes against his face. At times it seems to move to the beat of the gothic themed music coming from the club across the street. The brightly lit red sign blinks in unison to the pounding of the drums. He knows if he is persistent and continues to wait patiently, his dream will come true.
It took him 6 months to get up the courage to stand here outside of the “Blood Club”. It’s only natural for him to be here, waiting, wanting. His love and lust for vampires flows through his veins. Just the mere thought of being in the same proximity as a vampire, makes his heart race and hardens his cock. As his erection continues to grow, pushing against his constricting jeans, he reaches down to rearrange his stiffness.
As his mind begins to race with thoughts of fucking an ice princess, a rustling sound from behind him draws his attention, and his hand, away from its place of personal mischief.
Before he can fully turn around, an icy cold hand is upon his crotch, rubbing up and down, sending electrical charges throughout his body and once again, rising erection.
Turning full circle to face his seductress, his mouth drops at her beauty. Her black shinny skin is flawless, and her red leather cat suit accentuates her luscious tits that are pushed up and bare just above the nipple line. They are perfectly cupped by the buttery leather supporting them.
As she speaks, the words are like Beethoven’s symphony to his ears. “Either you’re a plain stupid human or you have a death wish. Do you realize you are standing outside of a vampire club?”
Swallowing hard, Charlie continues to force his voice box to work. The only thing on his mind is fucking her. Yea, “fucking her hard”, rips through his mind. As his mouth opens to speak for the first time, he has lost his chance for even vulgar conversation, as his temptress has already read his mind.
Instantaneously, every article of clothing is ripped from Charlie’s body and lying upon the icy cold ground in nothing but a heap of tattered rags. Standing butt ass naked with his seven inch hard dick poking out at the air, Charlie realizes his dream is finally coming true. He is going to know what it is like to do a vamp chick.
As he begins to formulate in his mind what he is going to do to her, her roaring laugher brings him out of his reverie. Glancing at her, she has her head tilted back, as the laughter rolls from her luscious, blood red lips.
“So you think that stiff cock of yours can please me Charlie”, she seductively whispers close to his ear, as her tongue licks upon his lobe. She slowly walks around his naked form, eyeing him from top to bottom. As she completes her circle and is once again standing face to face with him, she reaches out her hand, palm up, and runs it from the bottom of his hard shaft to the very end of the thick head.
“Fuck Yea, you mind reading bitch. Bring it on”, he states as he grabs ahold of the long, hard protrusion hanging between his legs.
As the red leather cat-suit is quickly removed from the body of his unnamed sex toy, her tits spring free and seem to stand at attention. Her nipples are hard and erect, waiting to be licked and sucked upon. As his eyes slide down the length of her body, he notices her pussy was shaved. He licks his lips, anticipating getting a good taste of her.
As his eyes take their trip back up to her gorgeous face, she grabs him by the neck and shoves his face between her tits. “You wanted to suck and lick them Charlie, didn’t you? Get to work my little slut, you are in for a long night, that is, if you can perform up to your day dreams”, she states as she roars once again with laughter.
Without hesitation, Charlie takes her left nipple into his mouth. He teases and taunts her aroused bud with his tongue, running cycles around and around. Wanting to ensure equal treatment, he repeats his routine upon the other awaiting breast.
As he licks his way down the center of her smooth, taunt stomach, his feet are suddenly lifted from the ground and within an instant they were both on the icy pavement. He’s too aroused to allow the brush burns upon his knees to slow him down; he has a mission to accomplish.
As he slides himself down to center himself between her long, lean legs that are open and inviting his warm, moist tongue, his erection grazes along the inside of her inner thigh. The iciness of her flesh causes a shiver down his spine. He can’t wait to plunge himself hard into her.
First things first, his mind echoes to him. Centering between her legs with his face just inches from her pussy, he licks upon her outer lips. The sweet taste of her drives him wild. Since her pussy is shaved and her legs are spread wide open, her clit is within eyeshot, just waiting for his tongue.
Placing his lips upon the cold bud of her womanhood, he sucks and pulls with his lips, all the while licking the small, artic cold, nub. With one hard suck he slowly pulls his lips to the very end of his moist lips and runs his tongue in circles. The faster he performs with his tongue, the deeper her moaning grows. She likes it, he thinks to himself.
Just as he’s ready to ready to get down to business with pleasing himself, she grabs ahold of his hair and pushes his face harder between her legs. Realizing she wants more, he takes his tongue and licks her from top to bottom, clit, pussy whole and all. Not letting go of his hair, she continues to drive his mouth to perform her will. As he takes another lick at her pussy whole, he slides his tongue in and out, and as he does so, he can feel her tighten her walls abound his tongue. It’s like her pussy is alive and messaging him. In and out she shoves his tongue as she has control of his every movement. As she tries to push him deeper, his tongue begins to hurt and feel raw from the tight friction.
After what seems like an hour, her legs tighten around his shoulders until he thinks she is going to snap him in half. He feels her begin to arch her back. She moves his head back up to her throbbing clit to lick and suck as she comes.
Without giving him a minute to rest, she grabs the shaft of his hard on and strokes up and down at lightning speed until Charlie thinks he is going to explode. Just as he is ready to climax she slows down and straddles him. Posed just above the height of the head, she lowers herself right on top and slowly slides down the length of his throbbing maleness.
Her perfect body rides him up and down, fast and hard, even her rock hard, firm tits are moving up and down. As she slows down her pace and once again tightens the walls of her pussy around his solid form, she lowers her upper body down and begins to place soft kisses upon his neck. Clutching his fist and digging his nails into the pavement, he is ready to come, but her slow stroking rides are messing him up.
As he is attempting to focus on his climax, his vixen lowers her fangs and plunges them deep into his juggler. As the sharp tip pierces his soft flesh, he releases a death rattling scream into the night. He can feel his life force leaving him as she drinks his sweet, warm blood. The beat of the music continue to fill the night air. He screams are in vein.
Just as he comes to the realization that he is going to die, his black beauty retracts her canines and rotates around on his dick until she’s facing the other direction. As she continues to ride up and down on his rock hard, rigid shaft, her ass bobs up and down. Charlie closes his eyes in an ecstasy like he has never known, as she slides her hands down the length his legs and flattens herself till her tits are touching the ground, all the while riding his cock that is now arched like a banana inside of her.
As his dick is getting sore from her tight pussy and several hours of cock teasing, she slides all the way to the tip and plunges it back in, over and over. Increasing her speed, she begins to move so fast it feels like his dick is going to break off. Up and down…. Up and down…
As tears of pain, mixed with sexual pleasure start to slip from the corner of his eyes, his dick explodes and his cum fills her. Warm against cold. He lifts his neck form the ground to take a look. As her pussy lifts off of him, smoke and steam escape his now semi erect dick and vaporize into the wintery air.
Laying he head back down, and with sheer exhaustion and the aftermath of a sex marathon, he feels a tingling over his arms, legs and an icy grip upon his once again growing hardness.
With is eyes still closed, he whispers, “I bet that was the best fuck you’ve ever had baby, wasn’t it?”
From the shadows of the darkened night the only response he receives is the piercing pain of razor sharp fangs to his neck, wrist, groin, and ankles. As he lifts his head from the ground, his scream echo’s once again into the music filled night. As his eyes snap open all he sees are the hundreds of naked female vampires, waiting to have their turn. They are continuing to come towards him from the Blood Club.
As the fangs of his most recent vampire lover retract from the pulsing vein at his throat, she whispers, “You were so fucking good, my friends that were watching want to be eaten and fucked too”.
As she rises from the ground next to him, a gorgeous redhead climbs on top, of him and sits on his face. The other’s watch and patiently wait their turn, licking their lips.
As the redhead spreads her legs over his face awaiting him, he knows this was not his dream coming true; this is truly a nightmare he will never make it out of. The next vampire kneels next to him and sinks her canines into his juggler as a black haired beauty becomes impatient and climbs on top of his new hard on. As he drifts towards unconsciousness, he hears one of them whining, saying, “I wanted to play with him too. Don’t wear him out. I never screwed a human before”.
Copy write- Samantha Prescott 7/31/11 (unedited)
It took him 6 months to get up the courage to stand here outside of the “Blood Club”. It’s only natural for him to be here, waiting, wanting. His love and lust for vampires flows through his veins. Just the mere thought of being in the same proximity as a vampire, makes his heart race and hardens his cock. As his erection continues to grow, pushing against his constricting jeans, he reaches down to rearrange his stiffness.
As his mind begins to race with thoughts of fucking an ice princess, a rustling sound from behind him draws his attention, and his hand, away from its place of personal mischief.
Before he can fully turn around, an icy cold hand is upon his crotch, rubbing up and down, sending electrical charges throughout his body and once again, rising erection.
Turning full circle to face his seductress, his mouth drops at her beauty. Her black shinny skin is flawless, and her red leather cat suit accentuates her luscious tits that are pushed up and bare just above the nipple line. They are perfectly cupped by the buttery leather supporting them.
As she speaks, the words are like Beethoven’s symphony to his ears. “Either you’re a plain stupid human or you have a death wish. Do you realize you are standing outside of a vampire club?”
Swallowing hard, Charlie continues to force his voice box to work. The only thing on his mind is fucking her. Yea, “fucking her hard”, rips through his mind. As his mouth opens to speak for the first time, he has lost his chance for even vulgar conversation, as his temptress has already read his mind.
Instantaneously, every article of clothing is ripped from Charlie’s body and lying upon the icy cold ground in nothing but a heap of tattered rags. Standing butt ass naked with his seven inch hard dick poking out at the air, Charlie realizes his dream is finally coming true. He is going to know what it is like to do a vamp chick.
As he begins to formulate in his mind what he is going to do to her, her roaring laugher brings him out of his reverie. Glancing at her, she has her head tilted back, as the laughter rolls from her luscious, blood red lips.
“So you think that stiff cock of yours can please me Charlie”, she seductively whispers close to his ear, as her tongue licks upon his lobe. She slowly walks around his naked form, eyeing him from top to bottom. As she completes her circle and is once again standing face to face with him, she reaches out her hand, palm up, and runs it from the bottom of his hard shaft to the very end of the thick head.
“Fuck Yea, you mind reading bitch. Bring it on”, he states as he grabs ahold of the long, hard protrusion hanging between his legs.
As the red leather cat-suit is quickly removed from the body of his unnamed sex toy, her tits spring free and seem to stand at attention. Her nipples are hard and erect, waiting to be licked and sucked upon. As his eyes slide down the length of her body, he notices her pussy was shaved. He licks his lips, anticipating getting a good taste of her.
As his eyes take their trip back up to her gorgeous face, she grabs him by the neck and shoves his face between her tits. “You wanted to suck and lick them Charlie, didn’t you? Get to work my little slut, you are in for a long night, that is, if you can perform up to your day dreams”, she states as she roars once again with laughter.
Without hesitation, Charlie takes her left nipple into his mouth. He teases and taunts her aroused bud with his tongue, running cycles around and around. Wanting to ensure equal treatment, he repeats his routine upon the other awaiting breast.
As he licks his way down the center of her smooth, taunt stomach, his feet are suddenly lifted from the ground and within an instant they were both on the icy pavement. He’s too aroused to allow the brush burns upon his knees to slow him down; he has a mission to accomplish.
As he slides himself down to center himself between her long, lean legs that are open and inviting his warm, moist tongue, his erection grazes along the inside of her inner thigh. The iciness of her flesh causes a shiver down his spine. He can’t wait to plunge himself hard into her.
First things first, his mind echoes to him. Centering between her legs with his face just inches from her pussy, he licks upon her outer lips. The sweet taste of her drives him wild. Since her pussy is shaved and her legs are spread wide open, her clit is within eyeshot, just waiting for his tongue.
Placing his lips upon the cold bud of her womanhood, he sucks and pulls with his lips, all the while licking the small, artic cold, nub. With one hard suck he slowly pulls his lips to the very end of his moist lips and runs his tongue in circles. The faster he performs with his tongue, the deeper her moaning grows. She likes it, he thinks to himself.
Just as he’s ready to ready to get down to business with pleasing himself, she grabs ahold of his hair and pushes his face harder between her legs. Realizing she wants more, he takes his tongue and licks her from top to bottom, clit, pussy whole and all. Not letting go of his hair, she continues to drive his mouth to perform her will. As he takes another lick at her pussy whole, he slides his tongue in and out, and as he does so, he can feel her tighten her walls abound his tongue. It’s like her pussy is alive and messaging him. In and out she shoves his tongue as she has control of his every movement. As she tries to push him deeper, his tongue begins to hurt and feel raw from the tight friction.
After what seems like an hour, her legs tighten around his shoulders until he thinks she is going to snap him in half. He feels her begin to arch her back. She moves his head back up to her throbbing clit to lick and suck as she comes.
Without giving him a minute to rest, she grabs the shaft of his hard on and strokes up and down at lightning speed until Charlie thinks he is going to explode. Just as he is ready to climax she slows down and straddles him. Posed just above the height of the head, she lowers herself right on top and slowly slides down the length of his throbbing maleness.
Her perfect body rides him up and down, fast and hard, even her rock hard, firm tits are moving up and down. As she slows down her pace and once again tightens the walls of her pussy around his solid form, she lowers her upper body down and begins to place soft kisses upon his neck. Clutching his fist and digging his nails into the pavement, he is ready to come, but her slow stroking rides are messing him up.
As he is attempting to focus on his climax, his vixen lowers her fangs and plunges them deep into his juggler. As the sharp tip pierces his soft flesh, he releases a death rattling scream into the night. He can feel his life force leaving him as she drinks his sweet, warm blood. The beat of the music continue to fill the night air. He screams are in vein.
Just as he comes to the realization that he is going to die, his black beauty retracts her canines and rotates around on his dick until she’s facing the other direction. As she continues to ride up and down on his rock hard, rigid shaft, her ass bobs up and down. Charlie closes his eyes in an ecstasy like he has never known, as she slides her hands down the length his legs and flattens herself till her tits are touching the ground, all the while riding his cock that is now arched like a banana inside of her.
As his dick is getting sore from her tight pussy and several hours of cock teasing, she slides all the way to the tip and plunges it back in, over and over. Increasing her speed, she begins to move so fast it feels like his dick is going to break off. Up and down…. Up and down…
As tears of pain, mixed with sexual pleasure start to slip from the corner of his eyes, his dick explodes and his cum fills her. Warm against cold. He lifts his neck form the ground to take a look. As her pussy lifts off of him, smoke and steam escape his now semi erect dick and vaporize into the wintery air.
Laying he head back down, and with sheer exhaustion and the aftermath of a sex marathon, he feels a tingling over his arms, legs and an icy grip upon his once again growing hardness.
With is eyes still closed, he whispers, “I bet that was the best fuck you’ve ever had baby, wasn’t it?”
From the shadows of the darkened night the only response he receives is the piercing pain of razor sharp fangs to his neck, wrist, groin, and ankles. As he lifts his head from the ground, his scream echo’s once again into the music filled night. As his eyes snap open all he sees are the hundreds of naked female vampires, waiting to have their turn. They are continuing to come towards him from the Blood Club.
As the fangs of his most recent vampire lover retract from the pulsing vein at his throat, she whispers, “You were so fucking good, my friends that were watching want to be eaten and fucked too”.
As she rises from the ground next to him, a gorgeous redhead climbs on top, of him and sits on his face. The other’s watch and patiently wait their turn, licking their lips.
As the redhead spreads her legs over his face awaiting him, he knows this was not his dream coming true; this is truly a nightmare he will never make it out of. The next vampire kneels next to him and sinks her canines into his juggler as a black haired beauty becomes impatient and climbs on top of his new hard on. As he drifts towards unconsciousness, he hears one of them whining, saying, “I wanted to play with him too. Don’t wear him out. I never screwed a human before”.
Copy write- Samantha Prescott 7/31/11 (unedited)
Blood Club
An Erotic Vampire Short Story
The music from inside the nightclub seemed to dance its way through the brick walls and permeate an entire two block radius.
Even with being at least 800 feet from the building there was no way anyone could miss it. If by chance the deafening sounds from the house band didn’t blow your eardrums, you certainly couldn’t miss the big, red sign that read, The Blood Club.
The closer I got to the two story converted fire house, the louder the music beamed. The saying “rock the house” must have originated from someone who frequented the club, as the windows were actually moving to each consecutive beat of the gothic themed composition.
Never having been to The Blood Club, I wasn’t really sure of what to expect. The only thing that was for certain was the fact that it was one of the only true vamp clubs in the state of Washington.
Without hesitation, feeling confident and sexy hot, I walked up to the biggest, muscular vamp I have ever seen in my 350 years of existence. As a mortal, he must have been a body builder of some sort. His arms were the size of my upper legs, abs rock hard, and his six pack was well defined beneath the almost sheer fishnet shirt that adorned his magnificent body. Unable to control myself, I allowed my eyes to do a quick full body scan. His knock out abs weren’t the only asset he sported. The package in his pants, although contained by tight fitting black leather pants, was more than sufficient to make any girl scream out in sheer pangs of pleasure.
As I tore my eyes away from the treasure chest of pleasure that hung between his legs, his magnetic, sapphire blue eyes, locked onto mine for a few moments. “Like what you see reds?” rolled from his slightly angled, smiling lips, before a wave of his dismissive hand permitted me to continue on into the dark, chilled, awaiting club.
The words, “I sure do,” rolled from between my blood red painted lips, as I placed my left, black stiletto heeled leg onto the final step that would take me straight into the den of the loin; into Lucian‘s club.
Lucian was the prestigious owner who had extended an invitation my way just the other night when we met at the art gallery where my dearest friend Marcus was premiering his work. Since our first meeting, we have bumped into each other several times since then. “Electrifying” is the only word I can think of that comes close to the connection that occurred between us the night we first met. Since the moment we were introduced, I have not been able to stop thinking about him.
Stepping all the way into the club, I could see what all the hype was about. Until tonight, I had heard about it and read about, but never experienced it. Rays of brilliant crimson and muted white lights swept across the walls and dance floor, almost in unison with the beat of the music. The western wall of the building held a black marble topped bar that adorned every typed of drink from a glass of Champaign to a glass of what I would presume to be the house special, their “blood spritzer”. Shiny crimson poles were dispersed throughout the club and half naked females with their fangs locked into place danced like pros with their perspective poll partners. The walls were blood red and the windows were draped in black velvet. The moonlight poured through the enormous window that took almost the entire length of the clubs eastern wall.
Being so transfixed on the full length windows that bathed and cast lucent moon beams upon the white, pale skins of the party goers, I didn’t even hear anyone step up beside me.
“I’m glad you could make it,” was whispered into my right ear, bringing me out of the reverie I was in. I didn’t have to turn around to know that soft, sensual voice belonged to Lucian himself. Slowly turning in the direction of his melodious voice, I could feel his intense gaze.
Not quite face to face with Lucian, I was able to catch his translucent reflection in the window pane, as moonbeams danced upon his beautiful face. His head was tilted down at a slant, obviously taking in a good look at all that I had to offer. Following his eyes from the bottom of my black patent heels, up the length of my seamed thigh high stockings and then up and over my red leather dress, I couldn‘t help but smile. His amber eyes widened at the way the red leather gripped upon each breast and then took a deep plunge down to my navel, where a one carat diamond adorned the curve of the golden rod that kept it suspended in place. His eyes seemed locked onto the threads of light that streamed off the exquisite stone and cast a glistening illumination onto the bottoms of his pant legs. A brief thought crossed my mind….. What would his amazement be at my other piecing if he was this transfixed on a simple bellybutton?
Without further hesitation, his eyes finally locked onto mine, “You simply can’t imagine how delighted I would be to see your other adornment,” Lucian stated as his cool index finger delicately ran a small circle around the skin surrounding my piercing. “If it graces your delicate skin the way this one has, it could possibly be the most magnificent sight my eyes have seen in well over 600 years, although what I have seen so far tonight ranks right up there,” he spoke as he took a hold of my hand and held it to his perfect lips and placed a small kiss upon its back.
With his comment, the realization of him being a first generation vampire with the ability to read my every thought hit me.
“Correct you are, although I do commit to do my best to block out your thoughts for the rest of the evening,” he stated, with a smirk that only enhanced his lightly tainted lips, making them almost too delicious not to kiss at this very moment.
Speechless at his directness and mesmerized at the thought of taking his mouth under seize with my own, I willingly comply and walk with him to the bar.
Reaching back with his hand, he once again takes a delicate hold on mine and assists me up and into the only remaining, blood red bar stool. As I positioned myself, I can’t help but notice that he almost seems transfixed on every movement I am making.
The bartender appears within an instant of our arrival in an attempt to meet the immediate needs of his boss. “What can I get you and your lady friend sir?” the short stature vampire behind the bar asked.
Turning his attention to me and grabbing my eyes with his, he leans in to ensure I could hear him over the bands drum solo. “Might you be interested in my club’s special spritzer? I promise you it will be unlike anything you have ever tasted. It’s the finest champagne and the best human blood money can buy,” Lucian stated, as his cool breathe seemed to tease my ear.
“Sounds delic," rolls from between my parted lips which are now only inches from his. His rich amber eyes were mirror like, in that I could see my emerald green cat eyes looking back at me.
“Here you go,” the bartender bellowed over the length of the bar, as he slides our drinks over to the two of us.
Lucian lifted his glass in a silent thank you. With his glass still in the air, he turns his attention back to me. “To a memorable evening together.”
Lifting my drink, I gently touch the rim of the champagne glass against his. As I lift the glass toward my lips to take my first sip, my mouth starts to water in anticipation of the delectable rich human blood. Not having had human blood for years now, the scent alone is almost intoxicating. It smells sweet and pure, unlike the animals I track and drain for survival. I am no longer a mortal hunter like a majority of the vampires that exist.
Without realizing it, I drain the entire glass in one steady gulp, as it is everything that I anticipated it to be. Embarrassed, I gently place my glass the bar, slowly looking around as if interested in those upon the dance floor.
Teasing, Lucian states, “I take it the house drink meets your approval”. As he speaks and formulates each word with his precious lips, it’s not hard to notice he gorgeous, almost perfect smile. Lucian’s life must have spanned over the last thousand years, but from what I could see, he still looks no older than 24 in mortal years.
His amber eyes have the shine and zest of a young man, but upon examination tell century’s worth of stories and experiences. He face is absolutely flawless, with not one mark upon its delicate, almost white surface. His hair blonde with flecks of a darker, subtle fawn, perfectly intermingle throughout the thick, loose waves that seem to lie perfectly upon his head. Unable to control myself, I can’t but allow my eyes to wonder back to his lips. How I want to kiss them, feel them on mine. How I want to taste him, feel him in my arms.
In an instant my feet are off the floor and with lightning speed I am out of the club and sitting on a white, leather sofa face to face with my captor. His eyes are now deep and intense as they burrowed into the depths of mine. Searching and trying to read my inner thoughts.
“Sorry about the quick flight Bree, but I couldn’t spend another moment of having to share your beauty with anyone else. From the moment you walked in tonight, every eye in the house, both male and female have turned to you,” Lucian stated, as he lifted his hand to caress the side of my face.
His touch alone is electrifying, leaving me wanting more, much more. Before I can open my mouth to speak, his lips are upon mine. His mouth moving against mine softly, sweetly. The touch of his lips is intoxicating, and he knows it. Wanting more, Lucian’s kisses become deeper, caressing my lips open a bit further to allow his soft, silky tongue to enter the soft confines of the interior of my mouth.
Sliding my hands between the two buttons on his shirt, as his tongue dances with mine, it doesn’t take more than one sharp tug to pull the fabric straight from his torso. Finding the zipper on his pants isn’t hard, as his erection is ready to bust through the confining material that holds him captive. As soon as the zipper is down, his erection springs free. With one hand, he tears my dress and panties straight from my body and they take their place on the floor next to his torn, shredded garments.
As his stiff cock pushes against my inner thigh, I grab a hold of it and start stroking. To my disbelief he seems to grow more erect and firm with each movement.
As he moves his mouth away from mine, he inches down and grabs the bud of my nipple between his lips and gives it a gentle suckle. As it tightens at the cool touch of his lips, he starts giving equal attention to its mate by slowly running his tongue in circles.
My back arches from the sheer pleasure that has enveloped me, Lucian slides his cool tongue down the center of my stomach. Reaching my belly button, he circles the parameter with his tongue, giving my piercing a little tug with his teeth and then proceeds to place small kisses all the way down until his face is situated between my open, inviting legs.
As he places a soft gentle kiss upon the inner thigh of each leg, I can feel the gentle grazing of one of his fangs. The anticipation and excitement of his foreplay takes me to a place I have never been before. My mind begins to scream out for his next advance.
As I anticipate and yearn for his next touch, this tongue takes its taste of me. Unable to control or keep the pains of pleasure bottles up inside, a deep half growl, half groan escapes my lips. I can’t help but grab onto the thick of his hair, as his tongue gently goes to work between my legs that continue to invite him in for more.
It only takes him a second to find my second piecing and when he does, he knows exactly how to make it work to my advantage. Placing soft, circular licks with his tongue and then taking my throbbing clitoris into his mouth and suckling ever so gently, by body explodes into orgasm, as he holds the bud of my climax gently between his lips until the pulsating forces abate.
Once he is satisfied that I have been satiated, he kisses his way back up to my awaiting lips where he places a gentle kiss, as he slides his rock hardness into me. As he enters he fills me with his length and girth. There was no mistaking he was all man.
Each stroke he delivers is deliberate, hard and rough. He knows how to please a woman, that’s for sure. With each stroke he pulls his entire cock all the way out to the very tip and then plunges back in, deep and deliberate.
Having enough of his play, I gather all of my strength and with one flip I am on top and riding him hard. Doing a full rotation on top of his stiffness until I had my back to him, and with a speed invisible to the human eye, I rise up and down on him, taking in the full length of his erection. Feeling him tighten as a load growl escapes this throat; I know his climax was on its way. Easing up and squeezing the interior of my walls around him, I ride him slow but hard until I feel him explode inside me. Once I am sure that his release is complete, I climbed off his semi hard, decreasing erection.
Inching up to place my head upon his chest and curl up next to him, our eyes lock, but neither of us speak. There doesn’t appear to be a need for words, as our bodies spoke volumes to one another just a few moments ago.
Having not slept in well over a month, I finally give up the fight to keep my eyes open, as Lucian wraps his arms around me gently and slowly rocks me to the melody of the gothic themed love song that plays for the remaining patrons of The Blood Club below. As I drift off, the smell of dawn begins to permeate the air. The very thought of sunrise makes me shudder.
Copywrite-Samantha Prescott 3/25/11
Even with being at least 800 feet from the building there was no way anyone could miss it. If by chance the deafening sounds from the house band didn’t blow your eardrums, you certainly couldn’t miss the big, red sign that read, The Blood Club.
The closer I got to the two story converted fire house, the louder the music beamed. The saying “rock the house” must have originated from someone who frequented the club, as the windows were actually moving to each consecutive beat of the gothic themed composition.
Never having been to The Blood Club, I wasn’t really sure of what to expect. The only thing that was for certain was the fact that it was one of the only true vamp clubs in the state of Washington.
Without hesitation, feeling confident and sexy hot, I walked up to the biggest, muscular vamp I have ever seen in my 350 years of existence. As a mortal, he must have been a body builder of some sort. His arms were the size of my upper legs, abs rock hard, and his six pack was well defined beneath the almost sheer fishnet shirt that adorned his magnificent body. Unable to control myself, I allowed my eyes to do a quick full body scan. His knock out abs weren’t the only asset he sported. The package in his pants, although contained by tight fitting black leather pants, was more than sufficient to make any girl scream out in sheer pangs of pleasure.
As I tore my eyes away from the treasure chest of pleasure that hung between his legs, his magnetic, sapphire blue eyes, locked onto mine for a few moments. “Like what you see reds?” rolled from his slightly angled, smiling lips, before a wave of his dismissive hand permitted me to continue on into the dark, chilled, awaiting club.
The words, “I sure do,” rolled from between my blood red painted lips, as I placed my left, black stiletto heeled leg onto the final step that would take me straight into the den of the loin; into Lucian‘s club.
Lucian was the prestigious owner who had extended an invitation my way just the other night when we met at the art gallery where my dearest friend Marcus was premiering his work. Since our first meeting, we have bumped into each other several times since then. “Electrifying” is the only word I can think of that comes close to the connection that occurred between us the night we first met. Since the moment we were introduced, I have not been able to stop thinking about him.
Stepping all the way into the club, I could see what all the hype was about. Until tonight, I had heard about it and read about, but never experienced it. Rays of brilliant crimson and muted white lights swept across the walls and dance floor, almost in unison with the beat of the music. The western wall of the building held a black marble topped bar that adorned every typed of drink from a glass of Champaign to a glass of what I would presume to be the house special, their “blood spritzer”. Shiny crimson poles were dispersed throughout the club and half naked females with their fangs locked into place danced like pros with their perspective poll partners. The walls were blood red and the windows were draped in black velvet. The moonlight poured through the enormous window that took almost the entire length of the clubs eastern wall.
Being so transfixed on the full length windows that bathed and cast lucent moon beams upon the white, pale skins of the party goers, I didn’t even hear anyone step up beside me.
“I’m glad you could make it,” was whispered into my right ear, bringing me out of the reverie I was in. I didn’t have to turn around to know that soft, sensual voice belonged to Lucian himself. Slowly turning in the direction of his melodious voice, I could feel his intense gaze.
Not quite face to face with Lucian, I was able to catch his translucent reflection in the window pane, as moonbeams danced upon his beautiful face. His head was tilted down at a slant, obviously taking in a good look at all that I had to offer. Following his eyes from the bottom of my black patent heels, up the length of my seamed thigh high stockings and then up and over my red leather dress, I couldn‘t help but smile. His amber eyes widened at the way the red leather gripped upon each breast and then took a deep plunge down to my navel, where a one carat diamond adorned the curve of the golden rod that kept it suspended in place. His eyes seemed locked onto the threads of light that streamed off the exquisite stone and cast a glistening illumination onto the bottoms of his pant legs. A brief thought crossed my mind….. What would his amazement be at my other piecing if he was this transfixed on a simple bellybutton?
Without further hesitation, his eyes finally locked onto mine, “You simply can’t imagine how delighted I would be to see your other adornment,” Lucian stated as his cool index finger delicately ran a small circle around the skin surrounding my piercing. “If it graces your delicate skin the way this one has, it could possibly be the most magnificent sight my eyes have seen in well over 600 years, although what I have seen so far tonight ranks right up there,” he spoke as he took a hold of my hand and held it to his perfect lips and placed a small kiss upon its back.
With his comment, the realization of him being a first generation vampire with the ability to read my every thought hit me.
“Correct you are, although I do commit to do my best to block out your thoughts for the rest of the evening,” he stated, with a smirk that only enhanced his lightly tainted lips, making them almost too delicious not to kiss at this very moment.
Speechless at his directness and mesmerized at the thought of taking his mouth under seize with my own, I willingly comply and walk with him to the bar.
Reaching back with his hand, he once again takes a delicate hold on mine and assists me up and into the only remaining, blood red bar stool. As I positioned myself, I can’t help but notice that he almost seems transfixed on every movement I am making.
The bartender appears within an instant of our arrival in an attempt to meet the immediate needs of his boss. “What can I get you and your lady friend sir?” the short stature vampire behind the bar asked.
Turning his attention to me and grabbing my eyes with his, he leans in to ensure I could hear him over the bands drum solo. “Might you be interested in my club’s special spritzer? I promise you it will be unlike anything you have ever tasted. It’s the finest champagne and the best human blood money can buy,” Lucian stated, as his cool breathe seemed to tease my ear.
“Sounds delic," rolls from between my parted lips which are now only inches from his. His rich amber eyes were mirror like, in that I could see my emerald green cat eyes looking back at me.
“Here you go,” the bartender bellowed over the length of the bar, as he slides our drinks over to the two of us.
Lucian lifted his glass in a silent thank you. With his glass still in the air, he turns his attention back to me. “To a memorable evening together.”
Lifting my drink, I gently touch the rim of the champagne glass against his. As I lift the glass toward my lips to take my first sip, my mouth starts to water in anticipation of the delectable rich human blood. Not having had human blood for years now, the scent alone is almost intoxicating. It smells sweet and pure, unlike the animals I track and drain for survival. I am no longer a mortal hunter like a majority of the vampires that exist.
Without realizing it, I drain the entire glass in one steady gulp, as it is everything that I anticipated it to be. Embarrassed, I gently place my glass the bar, slowly looking around as if interested in those upon the dance floor.
Teasing, Lucian states, “I take it the house drink meets your approval”. As he speaks and formulates each word with his precious lips, it’s not hard to notice he gorgeous, almost perfect smile. Lucian’s life must have spanned over the last thousand years, but from what I could see, he still looks no older than 24 in mortal years.
His amber eyes have the shine and zest of a young man, but upon examination tell century’s worth of stories and experiences. He face is absolutely flawless, with not one mark upon its delicate, almost white surface. His hair blonde with flecks of a darker, subtle fawn, perfectly intermingle throughout the thick, loose waves that seem to lie perfectly upon his head. Unable to control myself, I can’t but allow my eyes to wonder back to his lips. How I want to kiss them, feel them on mine. How I want to taste him, feel him in my arms.
In an instant my feet are off the floor and with lightning speed I am out of the club and sitting on a white, leather sofa face to face with my captor. His eyes are now deep and intense as they burrowed into the depths of mine. Searching and trying to read my inner thoughts.
“Sorry about the quick flight Bree, but I couldn’t spend another moment of having to share your beauty with anyone else. From the moment you walked in tonight, every eye in the house, both male and female have turned to you,” Lucian stated, as he lifted his hand to caress the side of my face.
His touch alone is electrifying, leaving me wanting more, much more. Before I can open my mouth to speak, his lips are upon mine. His mouth moving against mine softly, sweetly. The touch of his lips is intoxicating, and he knows it. Wanting more, Lucian’s kisses become deeper, caressing my lips open a bit further to allow his soft, silky tongue to enter the soft confines of the interior of my mouth.
Sliding my hands between the two buttons on his shirt, as his tongue dances with mine, it doesn’t take more than one sharp tug to pull the fabric straight from his torso. Finding the zipper on his pants isn’t hard, as his erection is ready to bust through the confining material that holds him captive. As soon as the zipper is down, his erection springs free. With one hand, he tears my dress and panties straight from my body and they take their place on the floor next to his torn, shredded garments.
As his stiff cock pushes against my inner thigh, I grab a hold of it and start stroking. To my disbelief he seems to grow more erect and firm with each movement.
As he moves his mouth away from mine, he inches down and grabs the bud of my nipple between his lips and gives it a gentle suckle. As it tightens at the cool touch of his lips, he starts giving equal attention to its mate by slowly running his tongue in circles.
My back arches from the sheer pleasure that has enveloped me, Lucian slides his cool tongue down the center of my stomach. Reaching my belly button, he circles the parameter with his tongue, giving my piercing a little tug with his teeth and then proceeds to place small kisses all the way down until his face is situated between my open, inviting legs.
As he places a soft gentle kiss upon the inner thigh of each leg, I can feel the gentle grazing of one of his fangs. The anticipation and excitement of his foreplay takes me to a place I have never been before. My mind begins to scream out for his next advance.
As I anticipate and yearn for his next touch, this tongue takes its taste of me. Unable to control or keep the pains of pleasure bottles up inside, a deep half growl, half groan escapes my lips. I can’t help but grab onto the thick of his hair, as his tongue gently goes to work between my legs that continue to invite him in for more.
It only takes him a second to find my second piecing and when he does, he knows exactly how to make it work to my advantage. Placing soft, circular licks with his tongue and then taking my throbbing clitoris into his mouth and suckling ever so gently, by body explodes into orgasm, as he holds the bud of my climax gently between his lips until the pulsating forces abate.
Once he is satisfied that I have been satiated, he kisses his way back up to my awaiting lips where he places a gentle kiss, as he slides his rock hardness into me. As he enters he fills me with his length and girth. There was no mistaking he was all man.
Each stroke he delivers is deliberate, hard and rough. He knows how to please a woman, that’s for sure. With each stroke he pulls his entire cock all the way out to the very tip and then plunges back in, deep and deliberate.
Having enough of his play, I gather all of my strength and with one flip I am on top and riding him hard. Doing a full rotation on top of his stiffness until I had my back to him, and with a speed invisible to the human eye, I rise up and down on him, taking in the full length of his erection. Feeling him tighten as a load growl escapes this throat; I know his climax was on its way. Easing up and squeezing the interior of my walls around him, I ride him slow but hard until I feel him explode inside me. Once I am sure that his release is complete, I climbed off his semi hard, decreasing erection.
Inching up to place my head upon his chest and curl up next to him, our eyes lock, but neither of us speak. There doesn’t appear to be a need for words, as our bodies spoke volumes to one another just a few moments ago.
Having not slept in well over a month, I finally give up the fight to keep my eyes open, as Lucian wraps his arms around me gently and slowly rocks me to the melody of the gothic themed love song that plays for the remaining patrons of The Blood Club below. As I drift off, the smell of dawn begins to permeate the air. The very thought of sunrise makes me shudder.
Copywrite-Samantha Prescott 3/25/11
