The Nightlife: San Antonio

by Travis Luedke

  “So, if we’ve got something going on, I guess that means you won’t mind me taking a little taste.” She snapped her teeth at him, teasing, looking for a sign of fear. She liked fear, the smell that tainted a man’s sweat. Fear was the smell of food.

  All she got from him was another grin. Fine, I’ll teach him fear.

  She slid sideways to where her hand gripped him tight, and swallowed as much of his erection as she could take, letting the soft head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Her razor sharp teeth poked him as she swirled her tongue up and down all that hard meat. She could bleed him like this. A man bled copiously from the groin, lots of juicy blood vessels. Fortunately for him, the salty tang of his flesh soothed her appetite and she had no desire to hurt him. She could wait for her meal until later, when the time was right.

  “Whoa, girl, take it easy with the chompers.” His words spoke of caution, but his hand held the back of her head and he pressed all the way into her, burying himself.

  She almost gagged, but then he let up pressure, letting her breathe. Fucker.

  The man had no idea he was trying to skull fuck a predator who could just as easily bite his junk off. Then he did it again, pulling her all the way down where it took all her control not to gag on the huge cock shoved through the back of her throat.

  She felt the ripples working through his body as he rubbed his groin in her face and swirled his cock around in her mouth. He was about to go off.

  And he did, hard. The bastard filled her mouth with his release, and kept her trapped, unable to move. He ground his hips as he convulsed and emptied himself in several warm spurts.

  “Oh shit, that’s good.” He jerked as the last of it shot out, hot and thick.

  Actually the taste wasn’t half bad. She wanted his blood, but for the moment, his seed would do. She swallowed all he had to give and wanted more. He let go of her hair and laid back, sprawled out in delirious happiness. She came up from cleaning him to see the result of her efforts. He was the perfect vision of complacency and joy, and so foolishly trusting.

  Good. She had earned his trust.

  Now would be a good time to take him, claim him, but then she changed her mind. There was another way that would be better, without violating the tenuous trust they had built.

  She suckled on the tip, cleaning the last drop, and smiled at his lazy-eyed, glazed face.

  “That’s one of the best blow jobs I’ve ever had. Somebody give this woman a medal.”

  Not exactly the compliment she hoped for, but she didn’t need a silver-tonged Don Juan. She needed a strong, healthy blood donor and a bodyguard, a man who wouldn’t go squeamish if things got messy. This man fit the profile, and she actually enjoyed all the salty flavors of his body.

  She squeezed his cock and grinned. “One good turn deserves another. I wanted you to feel how much I appreciate your help.” She tugged on him and flicked her tongue at the very tip of his head. “Are you feeling appreciated yet?”

  He shuddered a little and grunted. “I am feeling very appreciative of your appreciation. But I can always appreciate a little more …”

  Now he was the one showing all his teeth, grinning wide.

  Bang, bang, bang. His head snapped in the direction of the pounding at the front door.

  “Not again.” He growled in frustration. The man had a temper.

  Somehow, she found that exciting. She liked a man with some backbone, and this one was proving to be just what she needed.

  He slid out from under her and tucked his wet cock into his boxer shorts then strode to the entryway to investigate. Abrupt, stoic bastard. Maybe he had a little too much backbone.

  He peered into the peephole. “What the hell are the Feds doing here?” He grumbled under his breath as he looked back at her with a suspicious squint.

  A sick feeling settled in her gut as she began to suspect “the Feds” were there because of her. Glancing again through the peephole, he scrutinized them for a few seconds.

  Bang, bang, bang. “Adrian Faulkner? This is Federal Agent Roberts. We need to talk. Please open the door.”

  Adrian slipped back to the bedroom threshold in creepy stealth. He held a finger to his lips with an intense shut-the-fuck-up-or-die look, and then clicked the bedroom door shut.

  She heard him slide the chain on the front door and strained to catch his conversation with the Federal agents.

  “Yeah, what’s up?” His voice sounded casual, but not friendly. The man didn’t have enough fear for common sense.

  “We need to follow up on your EMT response to the shooting with the Jane Doe on the evening of March 17th. You recall the woman you brought to the Baptist Medical Center with multiple gunshot wounds?” From the soft muffle of the voices, she figured he must have left the agents standing on the front porch rather than invite them in. Smart.

  “Yeah. I bring everyone to Baptist Medical Center, that’s my job. What about it?”

  Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why did he have to antagonize them?

  The loaded pause gave weight to the man’s words. “What did you see? What can you tell us about her?”

  “She was shot several times, lost a lot of blood, and she seized in the truck on the way to the hospital. Stopped breathing for a few seconds. That’s about it, and that’s all documented in the paperwork at the hospital. You’re wasting my time and yours.”

  I had a seizure? Oh shit. What did that mean?

  “I don’t know what your problem is, sir, but this is a drug cartel murder investigation. Someone tried to kill her. Did you know that she escaped the hospital, and her whereabouts are unknown?”

  “Yeah, I know. San Antonio PD beat you to it. Detective Coronado gave me the whole sob story.”

  “Did he? Did he tell you that she incapacitated two police officers to make her escape?”

  “Nope, he didn’t say that.”

  Uncomfortable silence. This guy was a strange one. Nothing fazed him.

  “Are you sure there’s nothing more you can tell us? Something you heard or saw, something she said?”

  “Nope.”

  More uncomfortable silence. She already knew what was going to happen before he sent them on their way and locked the deadbolt on his door. The moment of truth. Problem was she had nothing to give him.

  He came into the bedroom all cool and collected, and closed the door quietly behind him. “Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck is every police officer in the State of Texas looking for you?”

  That was what she expected. Time to come clean, perhaps even beg. “I don’t know.” She felt like crying, but the gesture was so futile. All she wanted was a little time to figure out the answers, but time had run out. “I don’t know who I am. I don’t remember anything. I don’t even know my name.”

  He frowned. The bastard frowned, like this was just some little complication, the loss of her entire life memories.

  “You really expect me to go with this amnesia line of crap? You ran from the hospital. You know enough to be on the run.”

  She shook her head, feeling him slip away from her second by second. She had hoped to claim him, but this man was so unreachable. “I wish I could tell you who I am, where I came from. I know nothing more than what I heard in the hospital, when the police were talking to the doctor. And they couldn’t … they didn’t …”

  “They didn’t what?”

  She licked her lips, and opened her jaw wide, to let her teeth come down. “They wouldn’t feed me what I needed most.” He watched in fascination, his face morphing through the gamut of surprise, disgust, and suspicion. She bared the truth to him. The only truth she knew – her teeth.

  “Are you fucking serious?” He looked mad enough to hit her.

  He stepped up and grabbed her jaw in a powerful grip and eyed her fangs, turning her head one way, then another. He ran his finger over her two oversized canine teeth that came to tiny, razor points, far longer than any normal teeth.

  “You gotta be kidding me. Are
you really–”

  “A vampire. Yes. And that is all I know. I can’t even tell you how I know, except that it’s true. I must feed, soon. You didn’t complain last night. I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

  She paused, trying to find a way to bare her soul, praying he was worth it. “I need you. I don’t even know your name, but I need you. You are all that I know in this world, all that I have.”

  He stepped back, alarmed. “Don’t put this shit on me! I’m not your savior. I’m not anyone’s savior.”

  Then why was he working as a paramedic?

  “I can’t do this. You have to leave, now.” He stared at her hard, unblinking.

  “Know this, if you turn me over to the police, it will be ugly. Good men will die, and then they will kill me, or ship me off to some laboratory ten stories underground and dissect me into bits and pieces to be studied under a microscope.”

  He squinted, full of suspicion, but underneath it she sensed his fascinated curiosity. “Give me one reason why I should help you. What’s in it for me?”

  His words stripped her of any further options. “I have nothing to give … but myself.” She slid off the bed and dropped her shorts – his shorts – to the ground. As she stepped out of the shorts, she slipped her t-shirt – his t-shirt – over her head and tossed it aside to stand before him completely nude – except for some bandages and medical tape.

  He didn’t say a word as he stood there, drinking in the sight of her body like a man dying of thirst. She had been reduced to a whore in exchange for his help, and he had nothing to say.

  * * * *

  Chapter 9

  He wanted to throw her on the bed and bury his cock between her toned thighs. He wanted to see her eyes roll back in her head as he burned off all the insane need she inspired. His dick was so hard that it was slipping out the front of his boxer shorts all on its own, a heat-seeking missile intent on its new target.

  But he didn’t want her like this, under these conditions. “You think I’m so hard up for sex that you can sell yourself to me for a place to crash?”

  She stepped closer to him, holding his gaze with her freakish unblinking stare. “Don’t you want what I have to offer?” A slight smile quirked her lips, exposing those weird teeth.

  His cock jerked free to stand at full attention, listening to her every word. His cock knew she would be warm, ready, probably a tight squeeze, and wanted to take full advantage of her offer.

  He took in all of her. Dark tight nipples on small, perky breasts – barely a handful. Slim, tight belly, but just enough curve of hip and thigh to let you know she was indeed a woman. A fitness instructor’s physique. The damn bandages were ruining the whole effect.

  She stepped in closer, within reach, and he could not control himself any more. His fingertips traced the milky white curve of her right breast, brushing lightly across her nipple, and up to the tape and bandage.

  He grinned. She grinned back with too many teeth. He ripped the bandage off in one smooth pull.

  “Pinche cabron!” She flinched, bearing her too long canine teeth in a small growl.

  He noted her smooth, native Spanish, and thought to ask her about it later. For the immediate moment, Adrian saw what he expected to see, but it was still very hard to believe. Beneath the flecks of dried, old blood was a fully healed wound, not even a scar. He rubbed his fingers over the flesh, in awe. A bullet had torn a jagged crimson hole in that porcelain flesh three nights ago. Smooth, ivory skin filled his vision, now.

  “Goddamn, you’re a fucking vampire.”

  She eyed him suspiciously, her hands in the air, as if she would cover herself. Then that fiery spark came into her eyes, and she dropped her hands and lifted her chin in challenge.

  He ripped off each of her bandages, none too gently. She gave no more than a slight hiss of noise in protest. Each of her wounds proved the same. Clean away the little crusty specks, and the woman was in top condition.

  Adrian knelt, his face inches from her naked pussy, and jerked off the last bandage from her left thigh. It was difficult to keep his attention on her wound, when his cock kept telling him to check out the other parts, but he confirmed that her thigh was the same, fully healed like the rest of her.

  He stood and towered over her. Her dark eyes tilted up to search his face for an answer. None of this made any sense whatsoever. He didn’t care. He wanted this crazy woman. Now. He couldn’t even wait for her to shower with antibiotic soap first.

  “So this is the deal? I help you hide out from the law, and in exchange, I get …”

  Without blinking, without pause, she spoke over the top of him. “Me. All of me. Whatever you want of me.”

  Girl drove a hard bargain. But not as hard as his cock.

  A sly smile curved his lips and he looked down the smooth, pale curves of her body. “Are you sure you’re up to it? I can be … demanding.”

  She licked her lips and reached for his cock, protruding from the front of his boxer shorts. She enveloped him in a solid grip. “I can handle you.”

  * * * *

  Sharp pain streaked through her scalp as he jerked her head back and his mouth claimed hers. His lips and teeth crushed her face in a smothering kiss. He kissed her like her mouth was the air he needed to breathe, like a starving man consuming her lips and tongue for dinner. The strong pull on the back of her head disappeared, and suddenly she was lifted off her feet by two hands on her ass.

  She scrambled to hold on as they landed on the bed, the wondrous weight of him crushing her down. His thick, hot meat pushed hard into her left thigh, and she wondered if that thing would even fit inside her. The man hadn’t said he agreed to the deal, but his actions signed the contract with zeal.

  His tongue dived in to caress her own, fucking her mouth with hot injections of his tasty flesh. She wanted to bite it, suck the juicy goodness from his tongue while he kissed her hard and heavy. But she stopped herself at the last second. Might ruin this awesome moment.

  Suddenly he was up, weight gone, she could breathe again without his face crushing her into the pillow. Moving fast and fluid, his boxer shorts flew off and he slammed back on top of her.

  She grunted as he pressed her down into the mattress. “Ugh, what do you weigh?”

  His only answer was to bite her ear and then slide his tongue in, a wet willy. She squealed and squirmed beneath him. “You’re so crazy!”

  His hips shifted position, body slinking lower on the bed, and suddenly he was there, the fat head of his cock spreading her open wide.

  “Take it easy, you’re …”

  And he shoved inside her, a slow-pushing grind that had her wanting to climb up the fucking headboard to slow the advance of that monster cock.

  He stopped. “Am I hurting you?” He was so intent, poised. Every muscle in his neck and torso sang with the tension of his restraint.

  Gasping for breath, her insides clenching, she looked down to see there was easily another five inches of him ready to be buried inside her. “Can you just … take it a little slower with that horse cock?” She couldn’t take her eyes off the thickly veined meat that held a constant pressure, pushing her up into the pillow.

  He chuckled, and some of the tension drained away from his face. “Sorry, I thought maybe you were different. You seemed different.”

  He started to pull out, damn him! “Don’t stop! Just give me a chance to breathe. That thing is taking up all my lung space.”

  His weight dropped as he laughed again, and that heavy push increased, sliding another inch into her as she clawed at the sheets. What the hell did she agree to? This man was trying to turn her inside out.

  She’d scream if he pushed any harder.

  He pushed harder. “Oh God!” It hurt, but then something gave way, and he slid in. The restriction was gone, along with the pain.

  He stopped again, a funky look dawning across his face. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

  She shook her he
ad and looked down to see the proof on his cock, the telltale virgin blood. It all clicked into place, the pain, the restriction. “I didn’t know.”

  “How do you not know? I mean … you can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, but you’re a virgin?”

  He started to withdraw, but she clung to him. “It’s okay now, it doesn’t really hurt anymore.” He pulled out even further and she reached down to hold his cock in place. “I want this. I want you.”

  His eyebrows pulled together in consternation, and his hard cock still pulsed with life in her hand. The man was fighting off his need in order to avoid hurting her any further. He was proving her instincts correct. He was trustworthy.

  She hooked her heels around his ass and scooted her hips up, shoving him back inside with a deliciously agonizing grind. “Oh, that didn’t hurt at all.”

  Her hands gripped his ass tightly and pulled, getting another inch. Just a little more and she might actually fit it all in. Then he leaned forward, and changed angle to grind low and hard.

  His hands came up as his weight settled, pushing even farther inside her. He wrapped her head in his hands and came eye to eye with her. “I need to see you. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you.”

  She couldn’t speak with all that cock inside of her. She nodded as much as he would let her. Then she realized he hadn’t actually been lying at all, just lying on top of her. His thighs bulged with strength as he ground down into her hard. “Oh shit! Where does that thing end?”

  Then he pulled almost all the way out, and she gripped his shoulders to keep him from escaping, “Don’t stop dammit!”

  “I’m just getting warmed up, girl.” He grinned and dropped all his weight, burying yards of cock up into her lungs, squeezing all the air from her. She gasped to breathe.