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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Expect more... Idk, lol.