Confession 4

Sexy Midnight -colors-

Sexy Midnight

Sailor Moon Screencap Redraw

Random Elf Chick

Sailor Mewnz

Hikari and Joseph

Garnet and Opal

New Reaper Uniform (August 8th)

Vampire Smut Prt. III

Vampire Smut. Part III. You know how I do. Bad Bunny. Yeah, son. Enjoy and shit. OH, and here’s the link for part II, if you need a refresher of where the story left off: https://www.facebook.com/notes/hikari-bunnyluv-minamoto/vampire-smut-part-ii/10151380227082551

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I was sitting in a booth at the diner on the corner down the street from the precinct. I’d been working on yet another homicide… The crime in this city was far from being a huge concern, with only the minor muggings per week, the silly tenants leaving their homes and cars unlocked, you know, petty crimes here and there. Murder just wasn’t something that happened very often… Up until two months ago.  That was when these strange strings of attacks began happening in the city, increasing in number and severity over time. I had been off duty only a few hours, and had come to the diner before heading home to grab a cuppa’ and try to clear my head. The images of the gruesome scenes followed me, however, replaying over and over in the reflection of the black coffee sitting in front of me. I squeezed the cup tighter in my hands. These weren’t just your standard mugging gone wrong, or the occasional dead prostitute. These… They were gory and demented; the bodies that were discovered all looked as if they had been (and which the mortician later confirmed) torn into… Ripped apart.

“Looks like they were eaten, if you ask me.”

My partner’s voice echoed in my mind from the very first case (which was still very much open). I had looked at him as if he were a nut. “Did you just say ‘eaten…’? Jeff, you can’t be serious.”

“Say what you want. I know it sounds crazy, but look here.” He kneeled next to the (or what we assumed to be) body, pointing to the various marks and tears in the flesh. “These aren’t knife wounds. I don’t care what you think, if this poor fella’ wasn’t cut, how else could he have been torn apart like this?” he pointed to a few jagged marks and rips on the remaining clothing. “Teeth marks. Something was trying to eat this man.”

“So… Are you saying we’ve got a cannibal on the hunt?”

“I don’t know, Emmy.  Could be, but,” he came to a stand and flashed me a smirk. “Is it ever that easy, doll?”

I took a gulp of my coffee and instantly regretted it. I’d allowed it to get too cold. With a huff, I pushed the cup away and tossed what I owed on the table before standing up and tossing on my jacket. I waved at the waitress who’d served me and headed out on the streets. The night wasn’t cold, but the wind caused me to pull my jacket further over me as I made my way down the street to my apartment, which was only a few blocks away. I didn’t bother driving today, but the wind whipping against me made me question my earlier eco-friendly decision. There were a few other people making their way down the night time streets, but for the most part I was left alone with my thoughts. Thoughts of those murders, the victims, some of which we still hadn’t been able to identify, the families who wanted justice… My mind began working, trying to put together the few pieces we had; jagged, teeth-like wounds, no genetic data on the samples sent to the labs, no witnesses, no apparent patterns between victims… The only thing on this case that seemed consistent was that each victim appeared to have been eaten, they all were walking alone, and each attack happened at night.

As I made my way further down the narrow sidewalk, a slave to my own thoughts, only one more block away from my place, I heard what sounded like a heavy thud and a grunt of pain, followed by a light shuffling coming from the alleyway in front of me. Immediately, I pressed myself up against the building on my right and slowly made my way to the corner. There was no streetlight nearby, so the darkness shielded me as I peered around the corner to investigate. I don’t know what I expected t see around that bend; a mugging, a prostitute doing her business, maybe, but nothing came close to what I actually saw.  There were two men in the alley, one of them being hemmed up at the neck by the other. He was speaking, but it was a language I couldn’t readily identify. Suddenly, he tossed him into the opposite wall behind him with relative ease. The man with the long black hair grunted upon impact with the wall and blood spurted from his mouth. The aggressor male laughed, almost cackled, and kneeled down, grabbing the injured male by his collar. What I saw next made my eyes go wide. He opened his mouth, revealing jagged, sharp teeth with elongated canines.

Fangs. Jagged teeth. Dark, secluded alleyway.

My mind was still trying to place everything together, but my body sprang into lightning-fast action. I rounded the corner and grabbed for a decent sized 2x4 from off the ground in front of the near-by dumpster and held it in front of me, ready to swing on the mysterious assailant and now current suspect.

“FREEZE!! Don’t move!” I barked in an authoritative tone. The assailant jerked his head in my direction, and I swear it sounded like he hissed or snarled at me. “Move AWAY from him and get back against that wall!”

“YOU move, you pathetic wretch! This doesn’t concern you, and unless you want to be my after-dinner, treat, I suggest you kick rocks and remember this like a goldfish.” He then turned his gaze back on the, what looked like unconscious, man in front of him. A bit of indignation washed over me at his obvious disregard for my order and authority. As childish as this was, at the time, it seemed perfectly rational. I picked up some gravel and loose rocks, some much bigger than others, and threw them at him, aiming mainly for his head. The gravel bits rained down on him, and at least one of the bigger chunks struck him right in his temple.

“I SAID to step away from him and get back against the wall!”

This time, I was certain he snarled, baring those jagged teeth at me, his wild, almost glowing eyes fixed on me now, his attention no longer on his first potential victim, but on ME.

And it was in that moment I cursed myself for leaving my gun in my bag, which just so happened to be left in the car, parked right outside my apartment building only a few yards away. The moment after when the suspect lunged forward, dashing towards me, his hand outstretched, I froze in fear. In that split-second, I could only hear the beat of my heart in my ears; it was as if everything went into slow-motion for me, a few seconds, to everyone else, an instant. Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head, so loud and clear I thought it came from right next to me, screaming, “SWING!!”

At that instant, the world sped back up and my body became mobile again. As the suspect came into arm’s reach, I raised the board up in fashion of a bat, took a step forward, and swung with all of my might. The board came in contact with the side of the assailant’s skull, the area of impact cracking on the board and pieces of it splintering and cracking off. He buckled, letting out a gurgled cry before slumping to the ground in a heap. I watched him lay twitching, staring, still in a sort of shocked disbelief state.

“You…”

My head snapped in the direction of the man I’d been trying to rescue to see he was now standing, leaning against the wall on his shoulder. I released the now broken board from my grasp and quickly made my way over to him. “Don’t move. Are you hurt?” when I was directly in front of him, I realized his eyes were a bright, deep red, and entirely focused on me. Not anything like the sex-hungry gaze most men looked at me (my body) with. His  gaze was inquisitive, curious, searching… Almost even awe. His hair, though tousled and awry, was sleek and pitch black, pulled back, mostly, in a low ponytail. His hand was holding his side, and his breathing was a little shallow, but over-all he seemed unharmed. ‘Thank the Heavens I made it in time...’ I thought, heaving a sigh of relief.

“You… Saved me…” he spoke, sounding more surprised than grateful. His eyes flicked to the slumped over man behind me. “But… You’re just…”

“Just a what? A woman? Yeah, don’t let my small size fool you, jackass. I’m actually an off duty police detective.” I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket, ready to dial for back-up and a detainment car. “If you’re not hurt or anything, we can go to the station and file a report-----“

My phone dropped out of my hand once he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. I looked up and my gaze locked with his. And I found myself unable to look away. He began to speak, but his words were foreign, a language long forgotten by modern society. He lightly ran the pads of his fingers down the side of my face, from my temples down to the underside of my chin. Once his fingers stopped moving, I snapped out of whatever trance I’d fallen in. “Wh-what? What are you doing?”

“I’m not hurt. I don’t need to go anywhere but home.” He spoke, in English this time, though an accent could still most certainly be heard.

“Don’t be silly, we need to file a report and get this guy in custody. If you don’t want to press charges for some reason, that’s fine. But I don’t think you understand how lucky you are.” He raised an eyebrow and I frowned. I didn’t understand how this guy couldn’t have been aware of the murders. They were the talk of the town, the nightmare at the forefront of everybody’s minds. “You’re the sole survivor of one of these back alley attacks. You’re our only witness. We need to get this guy back to the station so we can start getting some answers to what’s been going on!”

“Hmmm… Sorry to disappoint you, but it’s not that simple.”

“What are you saying?” I was beginning to become annoyed. What was his deal? He obviously knew something I didn’t, but was completely oblivious to the string of murders plaguing the city. He glanced at the heap of the attacker again before looking back at me and squeezing my wrist a little tighter.

“I’m saying taking him back to your station won’t do any good.” He gripped my chin with his other hand, forcing me to look into his eyes again. “You do that, he’ll just escape again, killing everyone in his path. He’s a killer, he doesn’t care. He doesn’t have any rhyme or reason. Just a thirst for murder.”

“B-but…” my head was spinning. Too much information, but yet nothing was making sense. “He’s the only suspect we’ve got! And I just can’t leave him there after he tried to attack a civilian and an off duty officer!”

“You take him into custody and back to that station and the blood of everyone in it is in your hands.” He released my chin and hand. “Understand that?”

“Vaguely… So you’re saying if I take him in, he’ll kill everybody and get away?” he nodded and I bit my lip. “And how do YOU know that…?”

He paused for a moment. “… I guess you can say I know a little about your little ‘mystery.’ About those guys.” He nodded his head in the direction of the still slumped over assailant.

“Guys?” I repeated. “There’s more than one of them?” I chewed on my lip and brought my hands up to rub my temples. So I was right. He did know more than I did, and according to him, he was the only one I could get a lead on. I looked back up at him. “Fine. If I can’t take him with me, you’ll come instead.”

His eyebrows raised and he looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. I crossed my arms. This wasn’t negotiable. It was my duty as protector of the people to at least get some answers for what was going on, and this guy was all I had. He looked me over momentarily, glanced at the unconscious fellow again, then back at me. He grinned and chuckled a bit before shrugging his shoulders. “Whatever you say, officer…” he bowed deeply. “I’ll be glad to accompany you.”

“Don’t get comfortable. I know nothing about you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re in the same boat as a suspect.”

“I’m shaking…” he purred and came to a stand at his full height. “No need to be afraid of me, I won’t bring any harm to you.”

I looked him dead in his eyes. “I’m not afraid of you.”

He grinned and I saw his eyes flash, saying, ‘You should be…’

He spoke, “Oh? Then you’ll come with me to my place, no objections.”

“EXCUSE ME?” I huffed. “ I don’t even KNOW you.”

“But you said you’re not afraid…”

“Just because I’m not afraid doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

“I said I wouldn’t hurt you. And… You live nearby, don’t you? Want to risk him finding it?”

“H-How would he-“

“Trust me. He will.” He held out his hand. “Shall we…?”

I glanced into his eyes again, searching for some semblance of  untruth, but I didn’t find any. I hesitated, but nonetheless found my hand resting in his. “Before we go… You tell me… What’s going on here? What was he attacking you?”

He paused for a moment before enclosing his fingers over my hand. “I have something that his kin want. That only people of my kind can provide.” He began leading us out of the alleyway, stepping over the unconscious heap of the attacker. I looked at the back of his head quizzically.

“Your ‘kind’…? What the hell are you talking about? What are you, a werewolf or something?”

I meant it as a joke. He grunted and made an indignant sound. “No, I’m not one of those uneducated mongrels. You can tell the difference between me and one of them; it always smells like wet dog when they’re around.”

“Oh, and you would know because you’ve spent sooo much time with them.” I scoffed. “Smartass…”

He glanced back at me, but continued to lead me forward, through the dark streets of the city, going who knows where… “I never said that. I dislike their presence. However, I will say that once upon a moon my family would vacation up north, where the werewolf tribes are indigenous. I’ve had a few run ins with the beasts… Not my favorite species in the world…” he reached into his pocket with his free hands and pulled out a set of keys from his coat pocket. I stared at him blankly.

“You… You’re serious…”

He led me to some ritzy looking apartment building and used one of the keys on the ring to unlock the main front door. “Of course I am. Did you expect me to lie?” he tried to pull me inside, but I refused to budge. He turned to look at me. “What? What’s wrong now?”

“You tell me what you are. Right now!”

“Really?” he frowned, scratching the back of his head. “This can’t wait until we get upstairs?”

“Stop dodging the question. You’ve got something to do with those murders, don’t you? Is that why you won’t tell me?”

“I don’t want to tell you because you’ll make a scene.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Okay, well…” he huffed. “I’m a vampire.”

“A vampire.”

“At least that’s the closet term you humans have to what I am.”

I stared at him for a moment longer, then I turned around, ready to walk away. “Okay, well, thanks for the walk, but I’m outta here.”

I felt a tug on my top and I paused mid-step. “Not that simple, darlin’. You think I can tell you my secret and just let you walk outta here, scotch-free?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that came over me. “Your ‘secret’? That you’re a vampire or a whack-job? Whatever, guy. I saved you, be grateful, or whatever, but I’m going home.”

The hand that held onto my shirt released it and grabbed on to my arm. He yanked, pulling me back against him and looked down at me, his eyes locked with mine. “This isn’t a game. This is very real. Your life is very much in danger. And without me, you’ll be dead before sunrise.” He paused, almost hesitantly, then opened his mouth, wide enough for me to be able to see all of his teeth, and my eyes widened. Slowly, but definitely for sure, his canines were elongating. Expanding. Sharpening. And for the first time while being with this guy, I felt the cold fingers of panic begin to creep over me; I could feel my heart begin to speed up, and it hit me, for the first time, that I might actually be in danger, that this man, no… Vampire might actually be able to harm me. Shortly after, his fangs shortened and he closed his mouth, but kept his firey eyes on m. “Remember, my kitten, I said I wouldn’t do any harm to you.” He brought his hands up to cup my cheeks and held my face in place. He spoke again in that weird language and pressed his forehead against mine, then pulled away, putting his hands on my shoulders. “So please, trust me. My place is the safest for you right now.” His facial expression and voice were soft, pleading. I really didn’t want to go home, but I also didn’t want to be alone; I didn’t buy his story at first, but after seeing his teeth grow into fangs right before my eyes, it would be foolish to ignore him and write him off as crazy. If there really was a group that was attacking people, and one of them had me on their radar, that could spell trouble. And this guy was the only lead I had.

I sighed and nodded. “Okay… I’ll stay…”

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And the rest is history…

“So explain to me…” I spoke and he paused his nuzzling. “Exactly HOW I came to be one of your possessions…? I know you said it was because I saved you last night, but I’m just not getting how rescue equals possession.”

“It’s a tradition of my people…. Really simple, if someone of the opposite gender successfully comes to my aid, that’s a sign of their deep devotion and undying love.” He sat up, looking into my eyes. “To my people, you saving me is the same as you devoting yourself to me.”

“Oh, I see… Well, sorry to break this to you, but I wasn’t trying to declare my undying love for you… I was just trying to help. I’m a police detective. That’s what I do.” He stared at me blankly and I huffed. “I have no interest in being your girlfriend.

“Wife.”

“Huh?”

“Your relationship in reference to me would be more closely related to that of a wife in human terms.”

“See, that’s a definite NO.” I tried to sit up, but he held me down by my shoulders.

“Funny thing is, you don’t have a say in the matter. The mating ceremony has already begun, and there’s no way to stop or cancel it.” He smirked. “And ‘sides, you’re pretty hot and you taste sweeter than my sister’s strawberry pie! I wouldn’t mind at all getting to know you.”

I frowned and narrowed my eyes. “A little backwards, don’t you think?”

“You’re the one who saved me when you did. Usually when someone declares their devotion, it’s to someone they’ve known for years, someone they’ve had time to get to know and fall in love with. If you wanna blame someone, blame yourself.”

“Ugh, you’re such a jackass!!” I tried to push him off of me, but he wouldn’t budge. I gave him my best glare. “MOVE.”

“No.”

“Why!?”

“Why not?”

“What?!”

“You shouldn’t fight me so much.” He sat back and pulled me up into an upright sitting position. “I said I’m not going to harm you. I give you pleasure. I want to spend time getting to know you. I’m not saying the wedding is tomorrow…” he never took his eyes from mine, and I searched them to try and find any hint of insincerity.

I couldn’t find any.

But there was still this small part of me that wasn’t fully on board. Being claimed without a say just didn’t sit right with me… But as far as I could tell, he was at least sincere about wanting to get to know me, and if he wanted to kill me, he would’ve done it already… I released a sigh and relaxed under his touch. “Fine… I’ll try and be more compliant… But I’m going to need some answers about you and what’s going on.”

He released his hands from my shoulders and smiled.

Not a grin.

Not a smirk.

But a real genuine smile.

And I felt my face heat up.

“That’s all I wanted, kitten… Give yourself a chance to get to know me. You might find me to be an interesting guy.” He moved back a bit and pulled the sheets back, inviting me to climb under with him. I decided being under the sheets would be better than sitting in front of him naked; it would probably be better not to have distractions when I asked the questions I wanted answers to. I slid under the sheets with him, taking much are to keep my eyes averted from his still barely covered crotch area. “Kitten…” I turned to look at him and her pulled my body back against his, my bare back against his bare chest. “Much better, don’t you agree…?”

I was very grateful he couldn’t see the redness of my cheeks. “I-I guess so…”

He nuzzled the crook of my neck as his hand snaked around my waist pulling my body even closer to him, my backside pressed directly against his crotch. I gasped involuntarily when I felt his semi-hard member through the towel. The color on my cheeks deepened even further. He chuckled, which I was sure because he knew why I had gasped. “Little too much for you, kitten…?”

I huffed. “Hardly.”  And, without much thought, I pressed my backside back against his member, grinding back against him. Instantly his hand came up to my hip to hold it in place and try to get me to lay still, but I could feel his cock getting harder by the second.

“Mmm, hold on girl…” I felt him shiver slightly before continuing. “That’s not funny.”

“Who’s laughing?” I asked, grinding back against him again. He groaned this time and squeezed my hip.

“Y-you’re playing a dangerous game…”

“Am I…?” I turned over so I was facing him and ran a hand over the outline his fully erect dick was making through the towel, causing him to flinch and let out a gasp. I grabbed his member through the towel lightly rubbing my hand up and down, slowly, watching his face as I did so. He tried to keep it together, but I could see his eye twitching with every new stroke I made. “Nothing about this says dangerous.”

“You just, mmph, you just better hope I can keep my self-control…” he said through gritted teeth, and I smirked.

‘Time for a little pay back, then…’ I thought as I loosened the towel from around his waist and grabbed on to his member with both hands, squeezing a little tighter and stroking a little faster. He groaned and gripped the sheets tightly; I looked up to his face and saw his eyes were closed, his face muscles contorted into concentrated lines. I couldn’t help but smirk as I felt the power welling up through me. “What’s wrong?” I asked seductively, moving in close to his neck before sucking on it. I ran my tongue from his collarbone to the base of his ear before moving back to the crook of his neck to suck and nibble. He was shaking now. “Seems to me like you like this game…” Feeling rather full of myself, but not altogether satisfied, I pulled back from the torture of his neck and got on my knees, still facing him, to give myself better leverage when stroking him off. I started using only one hand, the free one used to hold me upright, to stroke him even faster than I was before. His body began to shake even more than before, and I grinned. Victory for me, for sure…

Then, all of a sudden, I heard a loud cry of frustration, and the next thing I knew, he was up, on his knees, directly in front of me while still positioned on my hands and knees. He grabbed my hair and pushed his rock solid member betwixt my lips and into my mouth, sliding down into my throat. My eyes widened from the surprise of his entry, and my cheeks reddened from the familiar feel of his cock in my throat. He grunted in satisfaction, wasting no time in pulling back and thrusting his hips forward, starting a slow rhythm of fucking my mouth. His large appendage repeatedly filled my throat, pushing in, then out, then back in again, and I couldn’t help the moans that were attempting to escape. My head felt hazy, my eyes were beginning to water, and I could feel my womanly parts reacting. Yes… Him thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth was actually turning me on. A lot.

He had suddenly let go of my gathered hair and gently gripped both sides of my head with his hands and began thrusting his hips faster. I could hear his groans of pleasure as he fucked my face and it turned me on even more knowing he was getting off on this even more than I was. His grip became a little tighter, his thrusts a little harder, which made it a little more difficult to breathe. I was determined, however, not to back out and see him through to the “end.”

“Mmmm, fuck… Oh, FUCK, oh fuck…!!” he gasped, his thrusts now going even faster, almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, he cried out, letting loose a loud exclamation in the language he spoke before and held my head in place, my lips kissing his pelvis. My eyes widened at first, feeling his hot seed spurt down my throat, but then I squeezed them shut, trying to concentrate on the erratically throbbing dick and swallowing the excessive amount spilling into my stomach. He held my head in place until the throbbing subsided, and finally released his grip. I pulled back and let his softening member fall from my lips, taking a moment to sit back on my behind and catch my breath. We both sat there, me on my ass and he on the backs of his legs, both of us gasping for air. Our eyes made contact, and both of our cheeks flushed. “Maybe… It might be best if we put some clothes on.”

“Y-yeah… Probably for the best…” I laughed nervously.

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 Awwww, yeeeeeaaaaaah… X3

Hope you guys enjoyed part III! Part IV… Eventually!

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Scythe Battle

Horny Hiro Husky-Baby

Secret Rondezvous

Vampire Smut II

So I started writing this at the beginning of last semester in January and just started typing it up today. This isn't the whole piece, lol, but this is where I decided to stop it for tonight. As the title says. this is the continuation to the Vampire Smut I wrote about a year ago, so if you haven't had a chance to read it yet, or you're a bit fuzzy on the details, here's the link so you can get a little refresher before continuing: https://www.facebook.com/notes/hikari-bunnyluv-minamoto/moar-smut/10150467771492551

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this as much as the other one. 

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I awoke to the suns rays dancing playfully across my face, but, rather than open my eyes to the golden rays of warmth, I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and tried to roll over to relieve my offended eye-lids, but they were only met with more rays of light. Begrudgingly, I tested the waters by slowly opening one eye, trying to at least let that one get used to the morning rays before forcing the other to do the same. Once my vision adjusted and the final bits of sleep drifted out of my eyes and off my body, I realized immediately that I wasn’t in my small one bedroom apartment and bolted upright in bed, holding the sheets over my bare body. The events of the night before was a haze of passion an unbridled lust; the heated kisses, the initial hate, the eventual release, his hands on my body, the way he exuded dominance, the way he made me feel as if he OWNED me…

I brought my knees up to my chest and visibly shivered despite the warmth of the sun on my skin. As the memories of the previous night played through my mind (as much as I wished they wouldn’t), I began to hate myself. Not because I didn’t try my hardest to escape; it was a fact he would have killed me effortlessly if I had tried. Nor was it because I’d enjoyed myself; I had to admit, the man (vampire?) was beyond attractive, and from the tiny tid-bit he’d revealed to me last night, I could tell he was well versed in the art of love making. Can’t hate myself for being a woman with needs; being a detective/part-time bounty hunter didn’t really leave much time for dating ; besides, most men were either complete sexist morons or were intimidated by my line of work. I had kinda… Given up on the part of my life. It was easier to immerse myself into my work than to try and work my way through all of the low-lifes and jackasses and pussies roaming the city to try and find a decent lover… Or what I think would be decent lover who turns out to be… Not so decent. It was easier to be alone, or at least that’s what I had convinced myself. Life would just be easier that way.

But here I was, sitting in this stranger’s bed, naked, reminding myself of the sinful waltz we danced the night previous, hating myself for wanting more; as a result of my trip down memory lane, my body was starting to respond. My nipples began to harden, and I could feel my nether regions stirring, reacting, secreting more juices, just like the juices the vampire (man?) had lapped up the night previous…

I shook my head as if to physically remove the memories from the forefront of my mnd and decided to focus on my surroundings instead. The room was the same as last night; my clothes strewn across the floor, the sheets in disarray from sleep. The sun shone through the floor to ceiling windows, filling the room with a golden light. Suddenly, my thoughts snapped to the vampire man… And I offhandedly realized I didn’t particularly (actually) know his name… But anyway, the vampire man… where was he? As far as I knew, vampires and sunlight didn’t exactly get along very well…

A combination of boredom and curiosity brought me out of bed, wrapping and keeping the sheets around me to form a make-shift dress as I walked around his apartment. The cool tile of the floor felt surprisingly soothing on the soles of my feet. I explored the entertainment area; I call it that as opposed to the living room because of the huge flat screen TV, bookcases filled with what looked like DVD and video game cases, consoles, and electric gadgets galore. As I walked around the black couch I ran my fingers along the leather material and absentmindedly wondered what interest a vampire could have in material, human possessions, such as movies and video games? I wondered over to the windows and gazed over the city-scape; my hand came up to rest upon the glass just as my eyes passed over the diner and the alleyway where my night had gine from peace-seeking to topsy-turvy.

‘You mean pleasure-filled…’

The voice in the back of my head annoyed me, but deep donw in my heart I knew it was right. I could try to write-off my morning trip down memory lane, but I couldn’t deny that the orgasm that came to me was very real and that, even deeper down, try as I may to keep it buried, I wanted more… More of him, not just physical…

My heart skipped in my chest and I snatched my hand from the window, turning away from the city-scape and my reflection in the glass. I decided to go and explore the rest of the apartment to keep my thoughts from venturing to that dark place again. My feet wandered past the bed and into the kitchen/dining area. I ran my fingers over the marble countertops and, as I passed though the rest of the kitchen, took note of the cleanliness of it all… It almost looked as if nothing had ever been used before. Absentmindedly, I went to the stainless steel refrigerator and opened it. I found myself surprised at the fullness and variety of the food and beverages within. If vampire lore was correct, shouldn’t there be viles of blood or something instead of… Actual human food? My hand moved up to my neck and my fingers ran across the tender area in the juncture of my neck where he had bit and drained me the night previous… The skin was still tender, but there didn’t seem to be any scarring.

I closed the refrigerator door and peered past it to the adjoining hallway; there were two more doors, one on either side of the walls and one at the end that I recalled being the entrance. There was another door across from the bed as well, but I decided to explore the first two doors then make my way back around. The first door I opened was the door on the right; I opened it and, much to my disappointment, all I was met with was a closet with a few coats and pairs of shoes at the bottom. There were a few boxes as well, but I decided to ignore them and ventured into the other door across from it, but once I put my hand on the doorknob, I found it to be locked. Again, I decided to ignore it and moved on to the next door, the one across from the bed I’d awakened on. For reasons beyond my knowledge, my heart sped up as I approached the door and placed my hand on the knob to turn it. I swallowed the lump that was trying to form in my throat and turned the knob, pulling the door open. I was met with a small stretch of of hallway, completely dark except for the little bit of light billowing in from the main room and reflecting off of what looked like another door at the end of the short, narrow stretch.

‘A metal door…?’ I inched forward and reached out to touch the door and I found my previous conceptions to be correct; the door was cool and smooth to the touch. I jumped and let out a small gasp when I heard the door shut behind me behind me, sealing me in the narrow hallway and shutting off the only supply of light. My heart began to beat faster in my chest once the darkness enveloped me, a sense of panic beginning to overtake me, and I quickly began feeling on the metal door for a handle or something to get me out of the hall and to calm the paranoia taking over me. My hand finally came in contact with a heavy bar handle and I turned it, using all of my strength and both hands, and heaved. It came open, a waft of sweet and spicy smelling air hit my nose and a soft light flickered into the no longer pitch black hallway. I moved past the heavy door and moved into another larger room, allowing the door to slide shut behind me.  It was a dark room, with candles being the only source of light scattered all over on dressers and desks; the walls and floor were black, while the rugs and sheets on the canopy bed were various shades and hues of red. My feet began to move forward on their own, going forward into what I assumed was a second bedroom, towards the very large black wood canopy bed directly in the center of the room. There were long red sheer sheets/curtains hanging around the top of the canopy and billowing around the bed. I walked around to the side of it and moved the sheer fabric off to the side; there were comforter and various pillows adorning the mattress, but the vampire man was nowhere in sight.

“I wonder where he is…?” I thought aloud, to no one in particular.

“Right behind you.”

I screamed and jumped almost three feets in the ar from surprise. Strong hands were placed on my shoulders and slowly ran down my arms, causing the hairs to stand up and my body to calm down and release a shiver. His hands continued downward to my hips and pulled my body back against his. Through the thin fabric of the sheets around my body I could feel the warm skin, his hardened chest and stomach muscles. He was shirtless; I could feel the heat and sweat on his skin against the back of my neck and bare shoulders, and the fabric of the towel I imagined was barely clinging to his hips… Another shiver passed through me and he pressed his body even closer to mine.

“Did I surprise you, kitten?” he nuzzled my neck as he spoke, his deep voice coming out as a seductive purr. My mouth felt extremely dry and it took considerable effort to speak.

“W-what do you think?”I managed to croak out and he chuckled.

“Heheh, my apologies… Although you surprised me as well. I didn’t expect to see you up so early, let alone roaming about my bedroom.” He continued to nuzzle my neck, and began slowly running his hands up and down my sides, outlining the form of my hips and stomach. His chest felt hot against my back, and as I felt his hands roaming over my body and his own body pressing against my back I brought my own hands up to my chest to hold the thin sheet around my form in place. My mouth was getting dry again, and I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat as his hands continued running over my body, up and down my sides, and eventually over my stomach, and back to my hips, then up my sides again, up towards my breasts…

“Wh-what are you…” I gasped once his hands cupped my breasts, moving my hands holding the sheet in place out of his way. I could feel my cheeks flush and my body temperature begin to rise as his strong hands started squeezing and groping my breasts; occasionally I felt his thumbs flicking over my already stiff nipples, but I wasn’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not…

“You came looking for me, did you..?” he leaned down and pressed his lips against the tender spot he’d bitten me the night before and began to nuzzle it. “Missed me when you woke up? My apologies, kitten…”

I released an indignant huff, despite his still playing with my breasts. “M-missed you? H-hardly…”

“Oh?” his hands paused their menstruations but he didn’t move his face from my neck. “So explain to me what you’re doing in here? I’m sure you went looking through the apartment. Your clothes are still there, I’m sure you found the exit… If you didn’t want to see me, you could have left at any time. So tell me, kitten, what are you doing here…?”

I fought against that nagging feeling in the back of my mind, and finally settled on an excuse that even I knew was pure bullshit: “I… I was curious…”

He pulled back from my neck and whirled me around to face him, placing his hands on my shoulders to hold me in place. He gazed down in to my eyes, almost as if he were looking through me rather than at me. Then, after a few moments, his eyes flashed as if a moment of clarity had came over him, and his lip curled into a smirk. “Didn’t you know, kitten…?” I felt a rush of air and suddenly I was lying on my back, the comforter of the huge canopy bed beneath me, the vampire man above me, holding me down. The sheet had been somehow removed during me being pushed on the bed. His face was dangerously close to mine, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. “Curiosity killed the cat…”

He pressed his lips against mine and I moaned upon contact. His lips were warm and soft, and the kiss was hot and forceful. The pressure of his lips on my own was something I reveled in even though I knew I shouldn’t want to… But even I couldn’t deny that this kiss from this vampire made my heart, not just my body respond. Something no male or female had managed to illicit from me before…

He tried to pull back but I lifted my neck and connected our lips once again, surprising both myself and the vampire (I think). The rational part of my brain was fuming, screaming, throwing a temper tantrum that would make a toddler embarrassed, but I had tuned that part out, and had tuned into him, his lips, the feel of him on top of me, his body pressed against mine…

As much as I wanted the kiss to continue, he pulled away from me, his hands coming up to rest on my shoulders to keep me from kissing him again. “Slow down, kitten… Can I get a good morning, before you try to jump my bones?”

I could feel my cheeks heat up and I knew they were flaring red. I sat upright in a huff. “I-I wasn’t trying to--!!” he placed his index finger to my lips.

“Before you continue, just know I can tell when you’re lying, kitten. Just be honest with me.” He removed his finger from my lips and gave me a quick peck before leaning down and nuzzling the tender area of my neck. I could feel a strange calmness creeping up through my being and my body went almost limp, molding into his form. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me even closer against him.

“I… was looking for you…” I mumbled. “You weren’t in bed when I woke up… I got curious…”

“What else…?” he murmured against my neck and I shivered. I fought against it, but I knew what the truth was, and even though I didn’t want to say it, I felt my lips part and the words leave my throat.

“I… Wanted to… See you…” I paused, swallowing hard. “I-I missed you… I wanted m-more of you.”

There is a crippling sense of powerlessness and submissiveness in telling the truth, but there was also a sense of relief; no more lying to myself, even though that was what I thought was most comfortable to me. The vampire man loosened his hold on my body and pulled away from my neck. He looked down at me, gazing into my eyes, and his lips slowly curled into yet another smirk. I faintly noticed the calming sensation that had washed over me slowly began to linger and fade once he pulled away from me, but I was more focused on that smirk; there was malicious intent behind that grin. “ I could go for a snack…” he purred and instantly my hand went up to my neck. He chuckled darkly. “No no, my dear… Not that kind of snack… I’m talking about something much sweeter…”

The vampire had me on my back again, this time his hands gripping my ankles. He spread my legs apart and I saw his head disappear between them. I bit down on my lip, hard, and my hands gripped the sheets from the sudden invasion. His soft lips wrapped around the apex of pleasure ad he began to suck; his lips working, his tongue lapping, the pressure building, my heart beating faster and the blood flowing down to my clit, making it even more sensitive. I whimpered and my hands moved to the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his ebony locks. He paused his sucking to flick his tongue over the sensitive bud a few times, causing my body to twitch with each flick, followed by one, long, impervious lick from my passage back to my clit, and began sucking again. My body, most noticeably my legs, began to twitch and shake as the pleasyre began building to an almost sinful level. My lips parted and release a full-fledged moan; he responded with a groan of his own and his hands released their grips on my ankles and instead moved to my thighs, keeping them spread open and in place and pulled himself closer to, me giving himself more leverage. His mouth stopped suckling once more, and I whimpered my displeasure; a few more licks and I would have been pushed right over the edge. He mumbled something against my nether lips and kissed my left inner thigh before proceeding to assult my womanhood with a rather intense tongue lashing. He licked my clit, he lapped at the juices his previous menstruations had created, he ate me out like no man (or woman) had ever done previous (aside from the night previous). My fingers initiated their death grip on his hair, and I let out a loud cry followed by sighs and moans of real pleasure; I knew another orgasm was well on its way. Instinctively, my legs tried to close around his head, but his hands kept my legs separated, never missing a beat with his tongue and mouth.

Lap lap lap suck suck suck lick lick suck lap suck lick lap…

Sometimes switching it up and providing my body with different stimuli. My breaths were quick and shallow, my chest heaving up and down from my erratic breathing pattens, with every other breath a moan or squeal being released.

“Hah… hah…! Oooh!!” I tried to life my head yo to watch the top of his head while he worked, but I let my head fall back into the comforter and closed my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure the vampire was providing. “I… I can’t…!! I’m gonna---!!”

There was a sharp intake of breath when I felt him begin to nibble on my clit, and I faintly recall letting out a shrill squeal, but for all intents and purposes, my vision went white and my hearing faded into a light humming sound. I could very much feel the orgasm, the waves of pleasure washing over my shivering body, the vampire lapping up my love juices, and what was coated on my thighs and on his own face. Once my vision began returning and my breathing slowed, I released my fingers from his hair and he lifted his head to smirk up at me. He moved so he was positioned right above me, still smirking as he gazed down at me. “Mmmm, breakfast of champions…”

The color of my cheeks deepened, if that was even possible, and I bit my lip and turned my head to out at the pillows off to the side. I heard him chuckle and, before I knew it, felt his hands cup my breasts, squeezing and molding the tender flesh in his grip. He positioned himself between my legs and rested his head between my breasts.

“Don’t pout, kitten… Even though you look adorable when you do…” he continued to nuzzle and fondle my chest, to which I closed my eyes and bit my lip harder, this time no out of annoyance, but to keep my moans at bay. His fingers by now had discovered my nipples and were now flicking and rubbing over them. “Come now, I was just frenching your pussy not even two minutes ago, why try to fight the pleasure I try to give you?”

I shook my head and sat up on my elbows to look down at him. “Because, in case you’ve forgotten, I have no idea who you are, I know next to nothing azbout you, and…. Hmm, there was something else… Oh yes! You claim I’m yours and you’re holding me against my will!”

Instantly, his aura changed, darkened, and he pulled away from me to come to a full stand at the edge of the bed. His form towered over mine, his gaze dark, his expression serious. I felt the air on my arms stand on end, and a prickly anxiousness began to build in the it of my stomach.

“Do not misunderstand. You are free to leave as you please.”

I stared into his eyes, blinking, confused. “I…I can?”

“Of course. If you had tried to leave instead of coming to look for me you would have found it rather easy to gather your clothes up and leave.”

“b-but…! What about alal that stuff you said last night about me belonging to you?”

“You do.”

“What?!” I felt a throbbing in my head and brought my hand up to rest on my head. I heard him chuckle, which caused me to look at him again. Despite the small laugh, the air of seriousness about him never faltered or dissipated.

“You’re cute when you’re confused, you know that?”

I frowned up at him. He chuckled again. “Allow me to explain.” He crawled back on to the bed to his position on top of me again. I didn’t protest, which surprised me, just a little. He gazed down into my eyes, and gripped my chin so I would be forced to keep my face fixated on his. “You ARE mine. You DO belong to me now, and there’s nothing you can do to change that. You can walk out of that door right now, and I wouldn’t try to stop you. But what you don’t understand, my kitten, is that as soon as the sun sets, as soon as that protective veil of light departs, I will be there. And I will take you back with me. You cannot escape me.”

“Why…” the word floated off my lips, the sound light and airy. The pad of his thumb lightly brushed over my bottom lip and he leaned in close, close enough for me to feel his warm breath against my lips. I closed my eyes against his intense gaze, and moments later I felt his warm, soft lips against the tender skin where he’d bit me. When he spoke, his voice came out as a deep, luxurious purr.

“I already explained that to you last night.  I want you to be mine… You sealed your fate when you came to my aid in that alley…”

As if a switch had suddenly been flipped, the memory of the night before came rushing back to me, playing through my mind like a cinema. 

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