# THIRSTY DESIRE
^(This is a work of fiction and does not endorse any form of sexual assault or violence. Any sexual activity and behavior portrayed in this story are consensual and performed by adults.)
As she walked home from the bar, she could feel someone following her. She quickened her pace, but the footsteps behind her matched hers, growing louder and closer. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her by the shoulder, and she turned around to face him.
He was handsome, with piercing blue eyes that looked like they were about to burst with tears. “Please,” he begged, “let me come home with you. I need you.”
Something about the desperation in his voice made her say yes, and she led him to her apartment. As soon as they were inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply, his hands exploring every inch of her body. She moaned as he slipped a hand down her pants, feeling the wetness between her legs.
Suddenly, he pulled away and took a step back, his eyes flickering with a strange intensity. “I want to drink your blood,” he said, his voice low and urgent.
She hesitated for a moment, but then a thrill of excitement ran through her. “Okay,” she whispered, and tilted her head back, offering her neck to him.
He sank his teeth into her skin, and she cried out as a rush of pleasure coursed through her body. He sucked hard, and she could feel her blood flowing into his mouth, making her dizzy with desire.
As he drank, he pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall with his strength. She could feel his arousal growing against her, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
Suddenly, he released her neck and pulled away, his eyes wild with desire. “I need to be inside you,” he growled and pushed her onto the bed.
He tore off her clothes, and she gasped as he cut off her oxygen, making her lightheaded and helpless. He took her roughly, his teeth and nails leaving marks on her skin as he filled her with his poison. She screamed in ecstasy as he thrust harder and harder, his body shuddering with pleasure.
As he came, he collapsed on top of her, his breath ragged and his body shaking. They lay there together for a moment, both of them panting and sweating before he pulled away and looked at her with hunger in his eyes.
“Leave your bedroom light on,” he said. “I want to watch you undress. And you know that I’m there, as you soak in my stare with your right arm.”
She smiled, feeling a rush of desire all over again. “Come to me,” she whispered. “Come to me.”
But he was already gone, leaving her alone in the darkness, with only the memory of his touch and the ache of his absence. She knew he would come back, though. He always did. And she would be waiting for him, with the light on and her heart open, ready for whatever he had to offer.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/121k29o/thirsty_desire_mf