When I woke, hunger mixed with arousal wasn’t the phrase for how I felt, but it was the closest I could think of.
There was a pit inside me. A ravenous urge I couldn’t quell away. It filled me before I even opened my eyes. Like a sinking feeling in my chest, my stomach, between my legs. It made my knees want to squeeze together and to separate as far as they could go, but neither could be comfortable. It made my lips feel empty. It made my hips want to writhe for attention to my aching sex, wet before I was awake, though I knew I could get no satisfaction that way either, even if I tended to myself, it wouldn’t go away. I needed something else first.
All this before my eyes opened. When they did, they were met by another set of eyes. A pair of violet ones, a color I had never seen on a person. She was slender and tan, with sharp cheekbones and straight platinum blonde. She wore a robe, tied at the front, but had a face of elegant makeup and lovely earrings and a necklace that dangled from her pristine neck. She smiled in a way that was surprising. She had a face made to be stern, but when she smiled it radiated warmth.
I couldn’t control myself. For some reason my mind fixated that she was the key to end the craving inside me that had no name. She would be how I ended this immense, indescribable state of aroused discomfort.
My body lunged up at her. She pulled back and I was halted down to be lying. My mind allowed me to finally take in my surroundings, if only for a moment. I was in a robe myself. I had my wrists and ankles tied down under short loops of tight, soft fabric. I was immobilized to a table. Sounds I’d never made of pure desire rang from my mouth as I writhed in agony, wanting her. I wanted her lips on mine.
“It’s not me, sweet girl,” she said, “You’ll be free in just a moment, hang on.” Moving hair from my face and caressing my cheek. Her touch did very little to stop the need, but it did some. The moment it left it all returned. I watched her leave.
That’s when I saw it. A bed, just a few feet from us. On the bed was a woman tied up not unlike I was, but she was nude. Her body was lovely and the elegant woman walked to the foot of the bed and opened the woman’s legs wider.
It wasn’t a smell. It partially was, but also wasn’t. It was more of an aroma, a scent, that I couldn’t only smell but I could feel against my tongue. Not quite a taste but like a presence in the air that was drifting through and pressing against my tongue to show me where the object of desire to quell my need was. And I could trace it. It was between the woman’s legs.
I pulled at my restraints but nothing happened. I wanted it. I needed it. I needed her pussy more than I wanted to live or breathe or think or see tomorrow. The elegant woman traced up and down the nude woman’s sex, which glistened, and gently pushed a finger inside halfway. The nude woman, blindfolded, arched her back in response. I arched mine too, trying to get out and taste, but I couldn’t.
The elegant woman continued. She gently placed her other hand’s palm on the woman’s mound and worked her finger inside her. The nude woman begged for her to continue. “I won’t stop, pet,” the elegant woman said, “You may cum when you like.” The nude woman moaned loudly at that and she allowed herself to feel the experience in earnest. Loving it and asking for a second finger. The elegant woman complied, and spread the nude woman’s pussy lips so that she may comfortable fit another finger inside without hurting her. IT took a moment, but the nude woman eventually hissed,
“Yessss!” Her body moved as much as it could. I felt I was going to pass out and yet the cruelty of this need inside me made it so I knew I wouldn’t . I had to watch.
Then she came. Her body jerked against her restraints. Her thighs quaked, her hips bucked, and the magnetism towards her pussy increased ten fold, pressing against my eyes, my lips, my ears – every sense in my brain was completely overrun by her and nothing else.
When she was done the nude woman panted for a while but the elegant woman ran her free hand over the woman’s cheek and soon the panting subsided and she seemed to drift to a quiet sleep. The elegant woman carefully withdrew her fingers, keeping them in the same position, and ran the fingers of her other hand along the woman’s pussy lips as well, dipping them inside for a moment before retracting.
I had gone catatonic. Literally drooling for some sort of…something. I couldn’t explain it. Finally the elegant woman came to me. “Don’t leave me again,” I begged her, “Help me.” A tear fell from my eye back into my hair.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be okay now,” she said, “Open.”
Her fingers drifted to my mouth. Without thinking I opened. It was what I craved. It was the scent, the aroma, the taste, the indescribable draw. It was on her fingers. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. She laid a single finger on it and pushed it in slightly.
My lips closed, my tongue lavished, my lips sucked. A flavor unlike any other filled me and the feeling I’d had since the moment I woke up was gone in an instant thanks to the sticky finger in my mouth. I sucked it thankfully. Then another. Then another. She gave me her palm and I licked it with enthusiasm. She gave me her other hand, drying, but I managed to lick it as much as she would allow me too.
My head rested back against the table. Finally I could see straight, think straight. The strange, intense craving I had was no whittled down to simple, intense, arousal. I was horny beyond belief. But I could at least think and realize I was tied up in a random woman’s bedroom on a table with another woman on a bed next to me that had just been fingered to orgasm. And tasting the fingers after had made me calm down. *What the fuck is going on?!*
“Sweet girl,” the elegant woman said, “I would untie you but I fear what you may do. So please, listen to my explanation if you can, it will help your memories return.”
I just nodded. The woman was so calming I couldn’t help it.
“You had a medical issue,” she said, simply, “Your heart defect. You remember?” It came back to me. “You were not going to receive a donor heart. I found you. You and I, we spoke often, do you remember?”
“You’re…” I thought for a while, my mind trying desperately to clear of the fog, but the fire burning between my legs making it difficult, “You’re a doctor?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “And you were close to death. So, I had to *turn* you. Are you familiar with the concept of vampire?”
“What?!” I said, trying to shout, but too tired and horny to actually raise my voice that much.
“That is what you are now…sort of. You see, there are a few types of our creature. Vampire, that is. And we all have different needs. The one in popular media is blood but there is another type. That is what I am and what, well, you are. We feed on something else.”
I remembered what she had just done and what I had done. “Oh my god…” I said. Why was the burning between my legs suddenly hotter?
The elegant woman released my right wrist. “I am going to take her away and leave you alone in the room. Please, tend to yourself. It will amplify the effects. When you’re ready, come meet me in the kitchen.
The elegant woman left me, untied the nude woman, and carried her out. I used my free hand to free myself from the restraints. Without a thought as to my new situation I went to the bed, needing something else first. I fell onto it face down, pulling up my robe and finding my pussy lips. I was soaked beyond belief. I brought my fingers to my mouth once wet and sucked them. It didn’t have the same effect at all. I went back down and rubbed my lips. It felt incredible. I was near orgasm already. I just rubbed, playing with my lips and my clit rather gently. I flipped to my stomach, humping my hand in tandem with moving fingers. I moaned into the bed sheets, biting them hard as my body wracked with an orgasm that seemed to satisfy more than I could describe.
And for a few minutes I just laid there and all was well.
Eventually, though, I sat up, and I tried to wrap my head around what happened. I looked at the door. The woman would be waiting for me on the other side.
“This is so fucked,” I said out loud to no one, but I tied my robe tight, fixed my hair, and left the room.
**End…for now?**
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