Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 – Home Invasion (Part 2/2, updated) [M29/F35][rape][slow start][sniffing][NC][blood][death][pissing][breastmilk] READ DISCLAIMERS

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Chapter 1 – Home Invasion – part 2

I let go, letting her claw her way to the edge of the bed weakly. She looks drugged, lethargic. My cock still rages as I smile and enjoy watching her struggle. She starts to fall from the bed and I reach out and grab her top, keeping her from falling. I pull her back toward the center of the bed. Laughing, speaking finally, “Where are you going? Where do you think you can go? Come back here.”

I straddle her, sitting on her lower back and naked butt, pinning her facedown on the bed. I feel her soft hair, and massage her shoulder and back. Caressing her, just enjoying myself. Just feeling around at my own pace, enjoying the fresh meat writhing around beneath me. And she struggles helplessly underneath my weight. Her hands claw pathetically at the blankets. Her fingernails painted the same dark red as her toes, giving her such a classy and pampered look.

I grab the duct tape from the night stand and then I shift Victoria around under me, rolling her onto her back. I straddle her hips, pinning her hands down by her sides. My cock throbs, resting on her pubic mound and lower belly. Her sweet face looks up at me in horror, tears in her pretty brown eyes, hazy and out of focus. She doesn’t recognize her old employee sitting on her in the dark. She tries to scream again, so I grip her throat and squeeze. Just enough to quiet her, not too hard. She gurgles a bit and then coughs instead of screaming out. Then I duct tape her mouth shut. I kiss her sweet face, savoring her muffled whimpers.

I reach down to fondle her breasts. Her beige camisole top is so soft and silky. A thin stretchy material hugging her snugly, covering her entire torso. Lacy shoulder straps leaving her arms completely bare. Such simple clothing, but it makes her so much sexier, teasing and hinting at what’s beneath.

I pinch at a nipple, twisting it with a bit of roughness. She squirms in discomfort as I watch a bit of wetness appear on the fabric around the nipple. My cock throbs, lifting up and patting down on her belly, precum dripping on her. Oh fuck, Victoria’s breast is leaking milk.

I dive down, still straddling and pinning her. I put my mouth over the nipple and taste. The fabric is soft and fuzzy, with a warm wetness, a sweet milky flavor. Like actually sweet, like regular milk with a bit of sugar added to it. I lick and suck, trying to get more out with my mouth. I can feel her puffy nipple underneath, and I flick it with my tongue. Her nipples seem a bit stiff, probably a lasting effect from her orgasm.

I sit upright again and reach both hands down, gripping the thin fabric of her top, right in the middle of her chest between her breasts. I pull apart savagely. RRIIIPP! It’s so satisfying, such a delicate material to tear apart. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, torn straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged.

Her breasts are simply perfect. Plump and natural. They flop outward sideways just a bit from how she’s laying. Her skin is pale here, never seeing the sun. Sexy half-dollar-coin-sized areolas, big but the right size for her tits, a darker brown to compliment her olive skin-tone. Puffy nipples poking up a bit, one of them damp.

I dive my face down to taste all over her fleshy mounds. Her skin has the slightest sheen of sweat, just a hint of humidity from her orgasm and intense struggling. She tastes just a bit salty as I lick and suck across her breasts.

Up close I can see tiny blue veins, barely visible to the eye, even my enhanced eyes. I pause and stare at them for a moment, breathing heavily with lust, almost giving in, almost biting.

Then I move through her cleavage between her tits. She’s so warm and sensual, I have to struggle not to bite into her flesh again.

I push her tits together with my hands and slobber and suck back and forth between them quickly, then stick my nose in the squishy crack between them and inhale deeply. That floral scent again, unique to Victoria, a motherly smell that makes me feel at home.

She wiggles and whimpers beneath me as I push her tits up and slide my face underneath them to lick and inhale at her tender underboobs. The crease under her breasts, salty and warm. Then I move back to a nipple and suck aggressively.

Liquid fills my mouth, warm, almost hot on my tongue. A soft trickle deliciously spraying out in a few different directions inside my mouth. The taste is incredible. Sweet and creamy. And I quickly start to realize that blood might not be the only thing that I can feed on. It’s not the same life essence that fills me with strength like blood does. But Victoria’s milk marginally satisfies my hunger and lust. Tasting her skin is the same feeling, it lessens my extreme blood-thirst. I want to consume her, feast on every inch of her body.

I lift up off her a bit, pulling her arms above her head and pinning them down by holding her wrists tight. I duct tape them together so I can easily pin them up with just one of my hands.

I pry her knees apart and kneel between her spread legs. In missionary position on top of her, my cock slides lewdly along the outside of her pussy. Soft sticky sounds as I move my hips and grind it up and down along her folds. She’s still wet from her orgasm, her body still aroused despite her terrified position beneath a monstrous stranger.

I take in the beautiful sight beneath me. Her feet flop and kick around on either side of me. Her pale lavender panties still dangle off of one foot. Her thighs have a slight sheen of sweat, so soft and warm against my own thighs. Her pale belly and tits are naked, with her beige camisole completely ripped open. Her arms pinned above her head, wrists taped together, her armpits fully exposed. Her raven black hair spilling out wildly under her head. Brown eyes staring at me in shock and horror, mouth taped shut. Her whole body writhes around, a cute struggle that just turns me on more, makes her tits jiggle, makes my cock slip and slide over her cunt.

Still pinning her wrists up with one hand, I reach down with the other and stroke my dick on her pussy, slapping it up and down, rubbing it back and forth with a sticky sound of our juices mixing. I have to keep pushing her knees out of the way as she weakly tries closing them and attempts to roll away from me. It only adds to the enticement.

Then, glancing back and forth between her teary eyes and her wet pussy, I start pushing my tip against her opening. She mumbles and squeals complaints into her taped mouth, her eyes furious and terrified. I push more, teasing her, building up this horrible moment for her, watching her pretty eyes dart around as she realizes she’s about to get raped in her own bed by a stranger. I lean down and breathe in her neck and hair as she squirms and squeals. Her scent is so erotic. I can practically feel her pulse racing, her heart pounding blood through her body.

Then I sit upright and thrust with all my strength. Her eyes bulge and her breath catches in her throat in a sudden gasp, in utter shock. I pierce into her deeply. A rush of warmth and wetness and bliss comes over me as I sink into her pussy. Her vaginal muscles straining and pushing against the intrusion. Painful for both of us, the tightness is extreme as I force my way inside. She screams into her taped mouth, and I dive down, laying down on her, putting one hand tight over her mouth to muffle it more, still pinning her hands with my other.

I plunge deep into her and hold, buried balls-deep, just taking in the feeling. She wasn’t ready for it, I pushed way too hard, way too sudden. But she was slick enough from her orgasm not long ago that it doesn’t feel like I damaged her too badly. I lay on her, muffling her voice, breathing her neck and face. I kiss at her cheek, tasting tears.

I feel her vaginal muscles slightly stretch after a moment, reluctantly accepting me, starting to mold to my cock a bit. So I start moving in and out steadily, knowing it’s still too soon, she’ll be in pain, but she won’t be damaged. Sure enough she winces and grunts in agony. I kiss her cheek again and lick her neck, watching her eyes and facial expressions up close, savoring every feeling I’m getting out of her.

I hump my hips up and down with a steady rhythm as she still tries to push at me, roll over, close her legs, anything. All futile in her lethargic state. I feel her soft belly and breasts, warm against my chest as I lay all my weight on her.

As I pump, her grunts and squeals of pain are slowing. She still fights me, but her pussy is enduring, accepting me. I slide in and out a bit easier, her body betraying her, producing a bit more lubrication. I look at her face and she’s just staring blankly at the ceiling. She grunts with each thrust, but struggles less and less. She’s going into shock, denial about what’s happening to her. She probably can’t comprehend her situation. She must be thinking she’s dreaming, that this is only a nightmare.

I slide down a bit, still humping happily into her cunt. I bury my face into her exposed armpit, inhaling deeply. Damn, she smells good. A deodorant smell lingering, but also a bit of a sour musk of sweat. It’s so feminine though, a sharp natural smell. I lick and taste her skin, so salty. A bit of stubble from not shaving for a day or so. The ability to be as weird as I want, as gross as I want, it spurs me into a frenzy of lust. My cock throbs within her and I thrust up and down with vigor.

The hard pounding snaps her back to reality, and she realizes this monster is licking and smelling her armpit while fucking her hard. She sobs and turns her head in complete humiliation. I lick and suck at the lewd spot, trying to make her feel as vulnerable and exposed as possible.

Who would have known that my boss Victoria would have smelled and tasted so good. Every part of her soft body just breathes sexuality. I scrape my teeth down her tender armpit, just barely holding back from sinking my fangs into her sweet flesh. I continue down, my tongue flicking out and licking as I go. She squirms and whimpers, but has no idea how bad her situation really is, how close I am to just ending her. How much I have to resist the urge.

I scrape my fangs down onto her sideboob, such soft delicate flesh. She wiggles hard and I almost pierce into her. I lick and suck at her teat again, my cock starting to make sloppy squelching sounds as it churns her insides. I can bottom out completely in her, my cock plunging into her warm depths. It’s the perfect fit, like her cunt is made for me. I use her as she’s intended to be used. Such a good wife.

I slam down hard into her one last time, and then hold there, panting. I’m so close to cumming, but I want to savor this a bit more. I sit upright. Still buried in her, still pinning her arms down. My free hand caresses her now-sweaty torso. Her soft belly with a nice sexy sheen. Her cleavage with little beads of sweat. I slide up and down and around her tits, giving her a break, lovingly patting her on the belly, “That’s a good girl. You’re fucking amazing, Victoria.”

She squints at me, still not recognizing her old employee, and mumbles something, probably asking who I am, trying to plead with me. I ignore her, still holding her down. I look around the room. It’s so beautiful here. The perfect home. The perfect wife. I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want to leave back into the cold, sneaking and stalking the night for food.

I want a kingdom, a castle, a home, a family to fulfill all my desires.

I look at the open door of the master bathroom. I make my decision. The shower will make the ending easier. The cleanup quicker. I feel the relentless urge to feed, but something tells me it won’t end with that. Something inside me says everything will work out if I just follow my urges.

Victoria still sobs, looking up at me and mumbling. I just smile and then get off her. Still holding her bound wrists, I drag her as she thrashes and struggles against me. But she’s so weakened, she looks drugged. Barely able to hold herself up as I drag her off the bed by her wrists.

I pull her toward the bathroom, but she falls and starts trying to crawl away. I sigh and reach down. I whip off her little panties that were still stuck hanging around one foot. And then I grab an ankle and start dragging her by it. She slides painfully along the carpet on her back, thrashing and crying. We reach the bathroom and she flips onto her belly and grabs the door frame with both hands, desperately clinging on, trying to prevent me from pulling her in.

I shake my head and laugh, just tugging a bit harder until she pathetically lets go. She just doesn’t have the strength. I slide her along the white tile floor. God it’s such a gorgeous bathroom. Excessively large. Everything is white and pristine. A huge double sink with big mirrors above them. In the mirror, I see Victoria alone being dragged in, me completely invisible. Fucking strange. The entire corner of the room is a gigantic jacuzzi tub, with steps leading up to it and a huge ledge where you can sit on the edge of the tub before getting in. The toilet is inside it’s own little closet-sized room off to the side for privacy. Then there’s a separate standing shower with glass walls on three sides, and a modern stone wall in the back.

Victoria’s sweaty body squeaks along the floor painfully as I casually walk us over to the shower. I open the glass door. Wow, it’s huge in here. Multiple spouts and knobs and shower heads that can shoot water from different angles. A stone bench seat. Plenty of safety rails for hanging onto so you don’t slip. It almost makes me want to stop what I’m doing and just enjoy a shower for the first time since my awakening. But then I look down at the sexy flesh wiggling around at my feet and my cock brings me back to my senses.

I strip naked, then lift my boss to her feet and walk us in. I turn on all the different knobs, water shooting out at us from all angles. She squeals as cold water hits her. It takes me a second to even realize what’s wrong with her, since the cold doesn’t bother me. Then I laugh as I realize I’m accidentally torturing the poor woman. But I leave the water as it is. She shakes and trembles, trying to escape back out the door, but I pull her tight, hugging her from behind. I watch her face as I force us under the icy water, licking at her neck as she gasps and shakes in agony.

I don’t even bother removing the remnants of her ripped open night shirt, letting it get soaked and stick down to her skin. I start caressing her body from behind. My arms wrapped around her, feeling up and down her wet skin. Her breasts slippery and smooth with water. Her butt is pressed tightly to my groin, my cock poking her in the asscrack, sliding in between her thighs. I grip a handful of her thick black hair and wrench her head back roughly, kissing her neck and shoulder and face. I’m loving every second of this, but she’s in a frozen hell.

Then I force her up against the glass door. The sight from outside the shower must be incredible. Her face pressed sideways into the glass. Her tits smushed against it hard. Her hands still bound, pinned down in front of her.

One hand gripping her hair to keep her steady, I reach down with my other hand and take a handful of asscheek. God she feels incredible. I spread her cheeks and pry my way to her crotch, getting my hips down lower and aiming my cock upward. It’s an awkward angle but I force it.

My tip finds her slippery entrance and I shove. She yelps with her face smushed against the glass, my cock slamming into her flesh but only going partway in. Her lips fold in on themselves a bit and block me from sliding in. And the water has washed away a bit of our lubrication. Sex in the shower is harder than it looks. But I shove again, not concerned with hurting her. She shouts again in pain as the angle is more forward than up, my cock mostly stabbing against her pussy without going in. I pull back and shove again. My dick strains but finally pops upward and slides in.

The warmth is incredible, contrasting with the icy water pouring on us. My cock is embraced on all sides by her tight clenching pussy. I sigh, it’s like sinking into a warm bath. So inviting. I lick at her turned face right in front of me as she sobs.

We stand completely vertical, her legs straight and together. My cock has to bend painfully upward to slide in and out, but it’s worth it to slap against her squishy asscheeks with my groin. The glass is sturdy, and I slam into her hard, gripping her hair to keep her pressed there. My other hand holds her hip and pulls her into me roughly. She shivers and shakes uncontrollably in the icy water.

She tries to pull away, her skin making a loud squeegee sound as it rubs against glass. I just grip her hair tight and thud her face into the glass a couple times with force until she stops struggling. The water splashing loudly as my groin slaps into her wet ass over and over.

A couple minutes of this and then I whip her around to the other side of the shower, holding her hips tight to mine, never pulling out of her. I bend her over the stone bench built into the back wall of the shower, her elbows down on it, her legs still standing, butt right in front of me. My hands on her ass, I thrust my cock in and out aggressively. She squirms but it’s no use. I just slap her ass and hold her tight by the hips.

In her weakened state after I fed on her blood, along with the icy water and the brutal fucking, it’s all too much for her. She starts to break down. She sobs and moans in anguish. Her legs start to shake violently and then give out under her, relying on me to hold her up by the hips. Her elbows collapse too. She lays flat on her forearms on the frozen stone bench, her tits down flat, her face laid down on its side. I continue pummeling her from behind, water sloshing and slapping loudly as skin hits skin.

It get’s hard to hold her up, so I grab her hair and lift her standing again, throwing her back against the glass wall. Face to face with the beauty, her body shiny and wet. Her eyes meet mine and then focus, she squints and frowns, a look of recognition in her horrified eyes. She realizes who’s been raping her, her old employee, who supposedly died.

I smile and take her bound wrists and toss them up and behind her head, holding them tightly there, her elbows pointing up. Then I lift one of her legs and prop it on the bench, opening her crotch to me nicely. I grab my cock and plunge back into her. She gasps and whimpers, just broken and struggling to stand. Face to face with my sexy boss, I kiss her cheek and watch her hazy brown eyes struggle to focus.

Holding her steady and pressed to the glass wall by her wrists behind her head, I take my free hand and slide under her propped thigh, under her thick asscheek, between her crack. To find her little brown hole. Her eyes widen in horror as I rub and poke her asshole. Still sloshing my cock in and out of her pussy.

I push my finger in hard, not letting her sphincter warm up to it. She’s extremely tight, and by the shock on her face, she’s very inexperienced and uncomfortable with this. I pop one knuckle in and she squeals and tries to kick and buck her body. I hold her steady, licking at her face as I watch her eyes, watch every pained expression as I violate her.

I want this woman. I want to keep her, be with her, collect her. And I have a feeling deep down that it’s possible. Somehow I feel like she’s not just food. I don’t know how, but my urges are pushing me onward. So I listen to them. I keep going. I give in to my bloodlust.

I can feel myself getting close. My cock throbbing inside her as I thrust into her wet cunt. Water splashing all around us. My arm up under her propped up leg, finger still in her asshole underneath. I’m so close.

I slide my face down to her neck, licking at her wet skin. Then across to lap under her raised elbow, licking her armpit lewdly. Then down to her chest and cleavage, across the top of her plump breast. Then I clamp my teeth down hard finally into her flesh. Right in the middle of her breast, fangs sinking in on either side of her puffy nipple.

Her duct taped mouth lets out a wail of anguish, utterly shocked, her whole body thrashing around weakly, trying to get away. I hump my dick in and out of her, wiggle my finger in her butt, and suck from her breast as hard as I can. Blood and milk shoots out into my mouth. Warmth and sweetness. Her life essence gushing into me. I feel strength fill me immediately. Life and power flowing through me. Her body goes limp as I pump in and out of her cunt, my cock raging like solid metal inside her.

I drink and drink, her life draining from her body as I hump her up against the wall. In my frenzy of sucking and biting, I accidentally bite my own tongue a bit. How did I do that? Did I mean to do that? I ignore it and slosh the warm fluids around my mouth, blood mixing with blood, flicking my tongue across her nipple the whole time.

I fuck harder and harder, and then one more big thrust inside her. I seize up and grunt like a beast clamped onto her tit. My cum shoots up deep inside her, spurting out against her cervix at the back. I raise my face from her breast, some blood trickling down from little holes around her nipple. I get close to her face, looking into her eyes as I continue to unload deep in her pussy. Just as the last bit of life leaves her. Her pretty brown eyes go cold and roll back a bit, and I know she’s gone.

And yet somehow I know it’s not that simple. Something important is happening.

I pump in and out of her slowly a couple more times, coming down from my intense climax, staying inside her. Then I feel warmth trickling around my groin and down my legs. I look and see piss pouring out of her cunt, splashing and spraying gently around my cock. The bladder she had been holding finally relaxing after death. I pull my finger out of her asshole, hoping the same release doesn’t happen with that. Luckily it’s clean, and I reach the same hand up under her cunt to rub around and feel the warm trickle contrasting with the cold water splashing down on us.

I stand there as everything settles, slowly sliding my cock out, laying her down faceup on the shower floor. I turn the water off, remove the duct tape from her mouth and wrists, and sit down on the stone bench along the shower wall. I stare at her, my breath slowing down. Her cold lifeless eyes. I am completely satisfied, filled with life energy, totally at peace. But alone.

And then.

Her eyes blink. She gasps loudly and sits up. Panting, she looks up at me from the shower floor. Wet and sopping.

And she smiles and says, “Master.” The first of my harem, my wife and queen, waits for her first command.

To be continued.

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