Things that go bump in the night

Lamia

Her words were as sweet as candy to me. I kissed her neck softly, holding her tight. "Don't be afraid. Everything will be fine." And with that my teeth sank into her tender flesh.
Her hands gripped me harder as her sweet blood flowed into me. She tasted of honey and melons like we used to grow on the plantation years ago. Her blood was young, and not yet tainted.

I only took enough to put her to the point that she would soon die. Then I came away. I saw fear and pleasure both in her eyes as she looked at me.

Slowly I tore at my wrist, while holding her up with my other arm. "Drink slowly." I said as I put my wrist to her lips.

She took her tongue and slowly lapped at the blood. Her eyes began to shine as she regained a little strength.

My breathe now quickened. I had not known how draining it could be embracing another. I pulled my arm away, not wanting her to take to much.

Her body began convulsing. I had not remembered this part. She writhed in pain. Did I do it wrong? "Please, no. Don't die." I begged of her as I layed her head down on the floor. What was going on?

After a few moments her body began to quiet and she was still. Her eyes were closed. I layed my head down on her.

I felt her hand brush at my hair after a while.
 
Her teeth bit at me, making me cry out, and gri her harder. Swiftly my life drained, and i paniced, but her thoughts were soothing. If this was death...

so be it.

But she pulled away, just as I was swooning, and handed me her wrist, bright with her blood. it fascinated me, drew me. I licked at first, tenative, then quickly the urge in me was harder and I tried to pull at her, getting more.
Then I blanked, unable to control the surges in my body. Crying out in fear. Hearing her thoughts as she called to me. Telling me not to die. What had gone wrong, it wasn't suppose to be this way.

My thoughts fluttered as I felt my heart pound, slowly, then harder, and faster. Soon coming in a rhythmic pat. Reaching out for something, anything. No, reaching for her. Finding the curls of her hair as I reached out. My lips trying to form words, but my throat was dry.
 
Lamia

I looked up into the most beautiful eyes i had ever seen. They were still hers, but different some how.

I cried as years of lonliness drained out of me. Holding her in my arms, I now sensed that she was in need of more. A bigger feeding so to speak.

"Would you want to go with me or stay here and wait?" I asked knowing she would know what I meant. I can do it either way.
 
"I can't, not yet. Please. God, should I feel this way." Brushing the hair out of her face. I burned, my body wanting to be touched, loved, no.... to be fucked.

"I feel, alive, wild, sexy...." Blushing as I tried to hide form her eyes. Her eyes that drew me.
 
Lamia

Sexy. She ignited a flame yet again with her words. I pressed my lips to her tasting my blood, her saliva, and a new flavor. It was as if it were tears in her mouth mingling with our tongues. I had only tasted that once before. With Alexander.

I pulled her up close to me. She would match me in every way now. I wanted her. Not as a meal, as I had others before. But as a lover. Her heart pounding next to mine. Breast to breast.

My hands roamed her body. She was magnificent. Men would flock to her. Women would not be able to resist envying her, but loving her nonthe less.
 
Her kiss was intense, and I almost fainted. But she pulled me to y feet, her eyes lockign into mine. Her hands, oh god. They seemed everywhere. I shook and trembled, licking my lips. Needing, never needing more then this second. Moaning as she cpped my breast through the robe, it's nipple tight and erect. I reached up and touched her face.

"You are so lovely, so sensual."
 
"You are as well." Then a thought crossed my mind "have you ever been with a woman?"

I had never thought of asking that before, but my senses told me this was a new experience for the virgin vamp. It made me feel good that I may be the one to love her in her new world.
 
Her words stung and i ducked my head, hiding it on her shoulder. How had she known?

"Never," whispering it into her skin. her sweet skin, I licked out. Salty, sweet...

"Never. Only been with three men." Blushing so furiously I felt I was afire.
 
Lamia

She looked as if she was ashamed at first for what she just told me. "No, darling, it is ok. I just don't want you to feel like you must." I kissed her lips. "I like you, and your happiness is important to me. If you wish not to do this, I will understand." I held her to me, not wanting to let go, but willing to if needed.
 
Not want to? How coudl I tell her I craved her, needed her. Her touch, her taste. Had this not been what she had awoken in me.
I pulled her close.

"You made me want this, please. I want you, need you. Teach me how to love you, pleasure you. Please, don't trun me away. I burn for you." My voice rough and harsh with my need.

"If you don't I will go out and find that Robert and have him finish me. He is close even now."
 
Lamia

"No. I do not want that. I want you. I just wanted you to be comfortable."

I kiss her again to let her know my full intentions are to take her. I pull her up and walk her to the bedroom. The robe is opened and I look at her new body that she will take over. A beautiful body she had. Pale yes, but her nails were no longer chipped. Her hair was no longer stringy and dirty. She was so beautiful.


I kissed her again, and again letting my lips trail down her neck and down to her breast. Her nipples were already hard, waiting for me to lick and tease them.
 
I can only cry out as her lips again touch me. Her hands so sure, soft, touching me. Bringing first one, then the other breast to her lips. I clutch her head to me, stroking her hair, almost in tears with my need.
 
Lamia

The robe drops to the floor as I kiss her perky breast. They are sweet and salty at the same time. I gently lay her on the bed, exploring her body.
I run my hands down her stomach, being tender but firm, looking into her eyes. I hold my gaze there as I kiss my way from her breast down her stomach, kissing her belly button and then kissing each hip bone that gently pertruded. I then kissed the mound, where at one time she might have had hair, but now had none. All the while watching her eyes for expression.
 
Lying back as she kissed me, touched me, explored me.
Seeing my body for the first time. I have changed. Sitting up, startled.

"What happened?" Touching my body. "I seem, different. Is that part of..." Blushign again as she smiles, touching me.

"You have made me beautiful."
 
Lamia

"You were always beautiful, but only certain things were seen. I have just brought it all out." I continued to kiss her, her body already stirring a fire that would be hard to squash.

"You now see what I have always seen."
 
"I am burnign up, is that right? I feel so hot, so, so close." Pleading with her to make love to me with my eyes. A tear slipping out as I know, in my heart she will.
 
Lamia

I push Fella back on the bed, laying her back down.

"Now, where was I? The heat" planting a kiss on her left breast, "is from the desire" kissing her right breast "between", kissing her stomach "our bodies."

She silently pleaded me to make love to her. How could I deny such a wonderful request.

Softly I spread her legs, unveiling her glorious womanhood, untouched by womanly hands. My fingers slid along the inside of her thigh, slowly moving to her lover lips. I moved my head down and kissed her wonderful mound, licking her gorgeous clit, flicking it softly to not cause too much stimulation at once. Softly, tenderly working on her. Making love to her like no other before had.
 
She moved so slowly, yet with such command I was fired even hotter. Our bodies calling to each other. The blood rushed in my ears, my heart pounded so loudly, so hard it would burst from me.
Hert tongue teasing, taunting me. Lickign me so softly, like sandpaper. No one had ever touched me like that, dow there. Crying out, almost ready to beg her. Biting my lip, drawing blood, tasting it, salty and hot.

Like my need, my intense desire to cum.
 
Lamia

The scent of her blood filled the air as she bit her lip. My own pleasure was brewing in me as I lapped at her tasty juices beginning to flow. Her aroma was wonderful.

Her body began to writh this time out of pleasure as my one hand carressed her breast and the other began to sink itself into her sex. I mentally told her to let all her inhibitions go, for now was for her and everything would be great.
 
I was lost in a wave of pleasure, unable, and unwilling to stop. My body screaming, experiencing such pleasures I was lost.
Writhign, at her mercy. Crying, the tears slipping one after another down my cheeks, into my hair. my hands clenching the sheets as she teased and licked. Her mouth branding me forever for her. Suddenly it hit, like a punch in the gut.

Pushing her away, in mid orgasm, unable to speak, unable to feel anything but...

"He is watching us." Pulling her to me, trying to hiss the words. Licking at her lips, her chin, my juices coating her. My tongue entwining with hers.
 
Lamia

She stopped me in mid stroke.

"He is watching us." She was licking her juices off me, holding me.

"Do not worry. We are safe in here. He would never come into the home without being invited." I wanted to reassure her, cuddle her, make sure she knew we were safe and that our lovemaking could continue.

"You trust me once, trust me now."
 
Her words, her thoughts penetrated me.
I wanted to ask why he was watching. Why he could not come in till invited. But, her eyes caught me. God, I needed her.
Kissing her, her strength and fire igniting me once again. My hands dfted down, to touch her breast. In awe I watched them react to my touch, her nipples tightening. her breath shallow. Softly stroking the skin.
 
Lamia

Her hands on my skin touched me mentally as well as physically. It had been so long since someone had lovingly touched me.

"My body is yours tonight."
 
I kissed her neck, licking, tasting her. Now pushing her back. I could do to her, what she had done to me. Following her lead, but distracted by her scent. Her touch on my hair.

"Let me love you then." Nuzzling her neck, kissing the top of her breast, her curve, tracing around and around it with my finger. Fascinated with the sensations it caused in me, to touch her. Never had I seen such beauty, so close. Then licking after my finger, getting closer and closer to her nipple.
 
Lamia

Her lips going to my nipple made me weak in the knees. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. "Let me love you then." she had said.

"Yes," I whispered. "Love me"
 
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