The Lady Is A Vamp

He slammed me against the wall in one fluid movement, swept my wrists up and pinned them to either side of my head. I struggled against his vice-like grip, thrashing slightly from left to right, but he simply laughed, a low chuckle in his throat.

“Whatever am I to do with you, hmm?” He asked roughly, pressing his forehead against mine, his searing gaze searching my face for some sort of answer. I stared back at him with big eyes and started to tremble slightly. 

“Let me go,” I whispered, biting my lip with anxiety. I could feel the length of his muscular body pressing against mine, and there was a massive bulge at his crotch that was worrying me immensely. 

“Open your legs, baby girl,” he murmured, licking his lips and pressing a knee against my thighs, urging them to part. “Don’t make me ask again.” He ground his pelvis into my own to emphasise his point, and to demonstrate his need. 

“No!” I hissed, tossing my head and staring past him in disgust, my lips pursed in a pout. “I’m not just gonna give it up to you. Get over it and let me go, now.”

“Not until you give me what I want,” he insisted, voice low and dangerous. “I could stake you right here and now, if you’d prefer.”

“Stake me?” I cried aloud, horrified. Here? Surely he wouldn’t? The Vampire hunter just smiled at me, his lips stretching into a lazy grin as his brown eyes lit up, completely sure of his victory over me. 

Damm it. 

Despite being a baby Vampire, I’d been so sure of myself at the beginning of the night, when I’d decided to head to a local nightclub to hunt. I’d been nervous about straying onto someone else’s territory, so I’d kept to the area closest to my home and gone to a small, dingy little place where the pickings were sure to be slim, only to be pleasantly surprised when I discovered a tall, darkly handsome stranger across the bar instead of the usual drunken bikie that I’d been expecting to settle for. He noticed me before I noticed him, paying for a drink to be delivered to me with a small wave of his hand. I raised my glass at him in thanks and let my gaze slowly traverse and drink in his unbelievably ruggedly handsome features; the long lashed, deep set brown eyes, full, sensual lips, and a gorgeously chiselled, stubble kissed jawline. I was transfixed by his beauty and couldn’t believe my luck… He had come to me! 

But, as it happened, luck had not actually been on my fucking side. As he led me by the hand to the deserted alleyway behind the club, I discovered that he knew exactly what I was, and what I had in store for him. How? I’m not sure… all I know is that before I could spring and pounce on him to pierce his jugular, he’d whisked a slim, sharp silver stake out of the inside pocket of his black leather jacket with one hand and grabbed me by the throat with the other, slamming me back against the wall… A Vampire Hunter.

Thankfully, as he was focused on getting something else from me besides my head as a trophy, he’d since dropped the stake to the ground. But I was still pinned to the wall, by my wrists now, greatly overpowered by the Hunter (vampires having super strength is all a silly rumour, by the way – all we have are just the razor sharp fangs and bloodlust of lore), and I was very obviously out of options. I swallowed nervously past the burning hunger in my throat and prayed to the Vampire Gods that he’d take pity on me if I gave him what he wanted…

I finally parted my thighs, losing my protection as I exposed myself to him in my tiny black minidress and lacy knickers. “Good girl,” he murmured throatily, proceeding to reach down and fumble with the belt buckle of his jeans. My breath hitched as he dropped them to the floor and I felt the solid rigidness of his massive erection dig into my crotch as he pressed his hips into mine. Only the thin lace kept me from being impaled there and then.

“You’re just a baby, aren’t you?” He teased lightly as he released one of my wrists in order to reach down and tear open the delicate lacy material of my underwear. “You’d never have been surprised by me if you were more experienced at hunting. You’d have known exactly what I was at a glance, I bet.”

I grimaced, wishing that he wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be in this position! 

“Ssh,” he murmured, raising his free hand to capture my chin between his fingers. He tilted my face up to his. “If you give me what I want, I won’t hurt you…”

His loaded words hung in the air as he lowered his mouth to mine and captured my lips in a devastatingly erotic kiss. His tongue plunged into my mouth over and over again, and against my better judgement I found myself beginning to respond to him as a wave of heady lust washed over me and heated my blood as though I had just necked a glass of sweet rosé wine. 

He impaled me with his cock while I was still distracted by his kisses. With one smooth, fluid movement, he positioned his enormous erection between my traitorously slick pussy lips and pushed into my body in one slow, deliciously hard thrust. I gasped loudly against his mouth, and he grunted a pleased response before biting down on my lower lip. My pussy stretched open around his cock as he bottomed out balls deep inside me, and then he withdrew and plunged again and again, filling me completely each time. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he released my wrist to seize my arse cheeks and lift me up to receive his increasingly hard thrusts.

“Oh, baby girl, you’re so tight,” he groaned against my lips as he slammed into my body again and again and again, rolling his hips into mine and dimpling his arse. The friction of his cock as he slid in and out of me was delicious, and I whimpered my delight as my breath hitched with each pump. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter and I felt a stirring in my cervix as a monster orgasm began to build within me. He was loud, as he fucked me, crying out his pleasure with each stabbing thrust, and it only turned me on even more. 

I felt my fangs elongate against my will, and he laughed throatily when he noticed their wicked little points. He threw back his head. “Bite me,” he instructed, exposing his neck as he pumped into me roughly. His balls were slapping against my arse, and I groaned excitedly. He wanted me to bite him! I didn’t need any more encouragement. My fangs slid into his skin as though it were butter, as I fastened my lips to his throat to drink down the hot, sticky sweet liquid as it poured into my mouth. His consistent thrusting into me, coupled with the animalistic delight I took in being able to bite him, sent me over the edge. I quivered wickedly as I came all over his pumping cock, covering him with my cream, and he roared in pleasure at feeling my pussy muscles contract to milk his dick as I was wracked with wave after wave of ecstasy. 

“Not yet,” he gasped, suddenly pulling out of me with gritted teeth. I tore my mouth from his neck and looked up at him in confusion. “Take me in your mouth,” he instructed, releasing my arse to set me down on the ground. “Do it, please!”

I complied and dropped to my knees, grasping his shaft in one hand and wrapping my blood stained lips around the tip, suckling him and taking more of him into my mouth as he pushed his hips forwards with a grunt of pleasure. I tasted myself on his cock, a sweet delicious sticky sheen of cum that I proceeded to lick him clean of… I made sure to keep my fangs retracted so that I didn’t nip his delicate skin. Gods, but he was big! I found myself gagging on his length as he wrapped a big hand in my long dark hair and pushed my head down to take even more of him down my throat. Sticky spit and precum dribbled out of my mouth and down over my chin, well lubricating him as I pumped his cock with my hand and sucked as hard as I could. He groaned and began to buck his hips slightly. I could tell he was getting close.

“Come here,” he growled suddenly, grasping my hand and pulling me to my feet with one quick jerk. He spun me around and pushed me face first into the brick wall of the building, his arms snaking around my neck and my waist to hold me imprisoned as he bent me over and exposed my dripping wet pussy to his hungry gaze. “I can’t get enough of your tight hole baby girl,” he muttered gruffly, reaching one arm down and fingering said hole with a firm digit as he felt for the spot to direct his cock. His hand guided his shaft to rub up against my shaven pussy lips, and I arched my back and pushed my arse back against him, encouraging him to bury himself inside me up to the hilt. He complied. 

“Oh fuck, yesssss,” he hissed as he sank into me again with one smooth thrust. I felt myself stretching to accommodate him once more, and was glad of my wet cum lubricating his massive size as he pushed me against the bricks and started to slam his cock into me over and over again, sliding inside me so deep the head of his cock hit the entrance to my womb with piercing stabs of pleasure that quickly brought me to another mind blowing orgasm in no time. I cried out in ecstasy and I felt his cock throb and become engorged deep inside me as he started to cum, and he roared his release in my ear as he filled me up deep inside with spurt after spurt of hot, sticky spunk. 

After he had come, he released me, breathing hard through his nose as he pulled up his jeans and with shaking hands did up the zipper. I smoothed my minidress down over my hips and spun to face him as warm, wet cum started to trickle down my thighs. Despite his tenderness during our fucking, I felt suddenly apprehensive over what he was going to do to me.

“Don’t worry,” he laughed, seeing my facial expression and ruffling my hair. “I’m not going to stake you… on one condition…”

“What?” I asked softly, gazing up at him questioningly. He grinned devilishly at me in response. 

“You meet me here next week, same time, same place.” His voice was full of seduction. 

A small smile kissed my lips. “Will you buy me dinner?” I teased, batting my long eyelashes up at him. 

He threw back his head and roared with laughter, taking off his leather jacket and draping it over my small shoulders as we both started to walk out of the alleyway towards the road. I could see my fang marks against his tanned skin. 

“No baby girl,” he said smoothly. “But I’ll provide the dinner.” He pocketed the stake as he spoke. 

I knew what he meant, so I grinned up at him and tinkled a relieved little laugh. 

I was free…. Until next week.

 

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