The following is an excerpt from an interactive fiction work. I apologize in advance for any strange formatting as this is meant to be played as an HTML file.
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The torch in your hand keeps the chill of night at bay, but not so much the darkness. Despite the blinding light directly in your eyes, a torch is only good for so far before the pitch darkness of the forest threatens to swallow you again.
Why did you decide to make the trek to the next village so late in the day? The thought of saving a few coins does dangerous things to a person’s head, but you made it this far before sunset, and it’s much too late to turn back now. Still, those stories the inn-keeper told you about strange disappearances start to play on your imagination, and it’s not long before you break into a cold sweat.
After what feels like days of dread filled progress, the tree canopy thins, and the full moon and stars bring partial respite to the suffocating darkness.
To the left and right paths, you can see that the trees thin even further.
On the left, the ground slightly slopes up in a series of grassy knolls.
To the right, a large rock face juts from the earth.
On the path ahead, your eventual goal, the woods return thicker than ever, and only darkness awaits.
You push ahead. Lingering in the woods is never a good idea. By your calculations, you would be out well before daybreak, and most nocturnal beasts fear torchlight… you hope.
But every single sound, every chitter, every rustling bush, sets your nerves on edge. You’re breathing heavier than you ever have in your life.
“Excuse me.”
The sudden call from behind causes you to leap upwards and you nearly fling your torch into some shrubs.
A figure enters into your light, and you heave a sigh of relief.
It is a maiden in a red dress. She looks far too delicate to be in these woods alone.
“Do you mind escorting me through these woods? I’ve had a carriage accident and I’ve been separated from my chaperone. Please, sir.”
“Of course. I was headed that way myself,” you say, feigning confidence after that embarrassing display.
She smiles openly, “Thank you, good sir. My name is Lillian, and once we reach my estate you will be rewarded handsomely.”
Your heart skips a little. She is quite pretty. Her pale face practically shines against her raven hair, and her slender frame shows hints of curves under her frilly dress.
As you forge on ahead you try to think of anything to keep the conversation going. Talking about the weather, goings-on in the country, what little literature you’ve read, it all helps keep your mind off the night. You feel very fortunate to have met Lillian.
In fact, the night had become most pleasant with your new traveling companion. Her dainty laugh makes you blush, and you have to angle your face away from her to hide it.
But you are reminded by a hideous snarling on the path ahead that the woods at night are still fraught with peril.
A lone wolf jumps out, baring its fangs at you both.
Lillian whimpers, snatching you around the arm and tucking her face into your chest. You barely notice, however, as you are more preoccupied with the sudden weight in your stomach.
Forcing your pride before your fear, you lunge forward, thrusting your torch like a sword. Your bravado pays off and the wolf flinches backward. You push the advance, breaking your hold on Lillian for a full-on sprint at the beast.
The creature turns tail immediately, crashing back through the bushes. You can hear it bound far and away through the underbrush.
Lillian catches up to you, “That was so brave, are you hurt?”
“No, not at all,” you breathe, holding back the frightful tone at the back of your throat.
“I am so shaken. May we rest for a while?”
“Yes of course,” you reply, thanking her in your heart for the respite. You are sure that you are more shaken than she is.
You find a nice, wide tree to sit against. She leans her head against your shoulder, her long hair tumbling over you like fine silk threads.
“So brave,” she mutters, “so, so brave, we really must have you,” she sighs. Her hand rests on your lower thigh.
You look at her in shock. Could this be your moment?
“Yes, we need strong men like you at the estate.” She turns and smiles at you slightly. You realize what she meant now, but then why did she just squeeze your thigh?
“Lillian-”
“I do not get to meet many men like you,” she whispers. You can feel her breath on your neck. It is unexpectedly chill.
You decide to press your luck. She is giving you the signs. If not now, then when?
You turn to her, pressing your lips into hers. To your surprise, she is more than willing to return the favor. Your hand moves to her back as she loops her leg on top of you, straddling your lap.
She teases you with her kisses, treating your whole mouth bit by bit, first your upper lip, then a playful nibble on your lower lip.
She bites down. Hard.
You pull away, and a string of blood mixed with saliva drips down her chin.
You wonder why you didn’t notice those pointy fangs before now.
“Dear me,” she says with a sly grin “was that too forward? If you sit still like a good boy you’ll hardly feel it. And I’ll make it worth your while. Girls have needs too you know.”
She playfully wipes away the trail of blood with a finger and draws it down her breast in a sultry fashion. To draw your gaze she lifts part of her skirt, showing a pale leg, almost all the way up her thigh.
You’ve heard of vampires, but not ones that wanted to fuck you first. Either way, there was no chance you were playing along.
You try to push her off but she grips your arms with surprising strength.
“I’d drain the blood from you first, but unfortunately blood flow is important for mortal cocks.”
You remember tales of vampires from your childhood. They’re strong, fast, could see at night, and even fly. Hell, if you pushed her off she would only catch you further down the road.
You rest your head back on the tree in resignation. You’re doomed.
“That’s a good meatsack,” she laughs. The sweet softness of her voice gone, now replaced by an acidic harshness in her taunt.
Her hands wander down to your belt, swiftly yanking the clasp apart, lifting herself so that she can pull your pants down past the ankle.
Your confused boner greets her at half power.
“That won’t do,” she says, grabbing your shaft. She begins to pump it, the attention bringing life back to its form.
“Beautiful blood flow,” she says admiringly. You can’t help but stare at her fangs as she says this.
She hikes up her dress over her hips, revealing her ivory, hairless body. You find yourself staring at the smooth slit in her mound as she finishes disposing of her dress. Your eyes travel upwards to marvel at her sleek frame in completion, at her small but perky breasts dotted with pale nipples still startlingly pink against her stark complexion.
With two fingers she spreads her lower lips. The wet sheen dancing with orange and red against pale pink in the firelight from your torch.
“It’s a pain how wet I get from fools like you. But I //must// fuck before I feast.”
She toys with the head of your cock for a moment, licking her palm to slick it down. Her saliva is slightly red from the bit of blood she already drained from you. Despite knowing your eventual fate, you just can’t help but stay hard when a beauty like this sits on top of you.
“I’ll fuck you till your cock breaks,” she says lifting herself on top, sliding you carefully into her, “and then -ah- you’ll die.”
She begins gyrating slowly, feeling out the rhythm. She stares at the treetops with eyes shut, softly moaning as your cock massages her insides.
Then her eyes snap open, locking on you. She bares a devilish fanged grin and begins pumping her hips, slamming your cock over and over again with violent intensity. Her tightness felt nice at first, but at this speed, you legitimately worry that your cock will be ripped off.
“Even, -ah-! If I crush your pelvis I bet you’ll still cum,” she pants, her cool breath mists out into your face.
You realize that you’ve been restraining yourself out of common courtesy, but the very real threat of broken bones have you reconsidering this policy.
You try to tense up, relax, anything and everything to make yourself cum, but for some reason, you’re having a hard time. Perhaps because of the threat of death. You just want it to end.
Given the choice between the two options, you decide that you would rather die without having your cock ripped off and your pelvis shattered. You time your moment just right and push forward with all your strength, knocking her over onto her back.
Grabbing on you follow through into a kneeling position, her head lay on a mat of raven hair as you tuck her knees under your arms. From here you have all the leverage, and she can only squeak in surprised delight.
Thrusting your hips causes pain in your groin, but it’s better than being bullied.
“So you still have some fight, mortal? Ah-! I’m -Ah! impressed.”
Tensing your arms, you lift her frame into the air as you move to stand. From this position, you can exert more power over her, and she is less able to retaliate. To your surprise she plants her hands backward on the ground, springing up into a standing embrace. You quickly rearrange your grip, planting your hands on her buttocks.
She stares into your eyes like a serpent paralyzes a rat. The panic makes you pump faster, and for some reason, the predatory stare is what helps you build the pressure.
“Fuck me harder meatbag, make us both cum!” she shouts.
Like magic you feel her inner walls tense with pleasure, her breath catches in her throat, and your cock explodes, blasting blazing hot seed into her.
Her head hangs back for a moment, stunned by orgasmic pleasure. You hold your breath, your strength threatening to fail as relieving numbness washes over you.
It’s over, you think, just before she snaps forward, sinking needle-like fangs into your throat.
***
You’ve never woken up so rested, or so hungry before. Beside you lays your burnt out torch. It’s still night time, but everything has more color and detail to it, you can make out the green blades of grass, the bark of the tree. The pale whiteness of your naked legs.
You look down to check. Your cock is still in one piece. You sigh in relief, only for it to mist out. You double-check down there. No bruising, no pain.
You lay your head back. A good idea of what happened runs through your mind, but you can’t say it’s exactly what you wanted out of tonight.
“Wake up meatbag,” a familiar lady-like voice taunts. A nude form comes into view, wiping blood off its face with a fancy dress, “although I suppose I’ll have to stop calling you that. Feel blessed, a good fuck is a shame to waste. Now come on, I only half drained you, I’m still hungry and I bet you are too.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/humlwb/vulnerable_in_darkened_woods_mf_vampire_fantasy
What a great story! Hot AF.