His Prey (Gay Vampire Erotica)

by Twist,Tommy

  It's all a blur of people running around, wheeling around electronics and other things, but he's there. Watching me. I hold back a shiver before sauntering up to him, my hips bouncing from side to side with each step.

  “Hello, beautiful. Come with me.” His slight British accent, his deep and manly voice, and the sweat pouring down his brow just made him even sexier to me. I was completely lost in lust. I took a few steps behind him, but my knees are weak and I collapsed to the ground. “Oof!” Not the sexiest sound to make.

  John turns around and sees me on the ground, rubbing my knee and wincing. Holding out his hand, he helps me up, pulling me close. He looks down into my eyes, and I look up at him. I smell his sweat and cologne, the scents creating a dizzying effect on me when mixed with anxiety and alcohol. The last thing I hear before the world goes black is a cry for help.

  I'm laying on something leather. A couch? And the room is cold on my bare arms and legs. My vision is still blurred as I try to sit up, my head swimming. I blink a few times, and slowly John Grimm's figure appears before me. He's facing away from me, taking a deep drink of water.

  I clear my throat, which startles him.

  “You're up!” he chimes, turning toward me. “Good, drink this.” He hands me the cup he had just taken a drink from. I sip the water as he sits next to me. I realize how thirsty I am, and gulp the rest of the liquid down quickly.

  “Feeling better now? On hot days like this you shouldn't let yourself get dehydrated.” The worry in his voice warms me, and I try to force a smile.

  “Yeah, I guess it was kind of stupid of me.” I feel silly. I know better than to let myself get dehydrated. “Thanks for helping me, sorry for being such a bother.”

  “You weren't a bother at all, I was just worried about someone so beautiful being in danger.” He grabs my hands and forces me to look into his eyes again. Before I realize it, my mouth is drifting towards his, my eyes fluttering and my heart pounding. I don't know if it's because I still feel weak or if there's something more too it, but I'm full of emotions that make me feel compelled to kiss this man. He's so handsome, and kind. I'm thankful that he saved me, and turned on by his strength.

  When our lips touch, it's like fireworks explode in my stomach. We kiss, sweetly, for just a moment. I pull back and bashfully lower my head. What am I doing? This isn't like me. I'm not bashful, and I know what I want.

  Angry with myself now, I throw my arms around John's neck and pull him into a deeper kiss, my tongue darting between his lips. He laughs and sounds surprised, but he presses his lips against mine and wraps his strong arms around my waist. He pulls me closer to him. We kiss for what seems like hours, our tongues dancing and fighting one another while his hands explore my back, then my waist, and up to my chest.

  He fondles my breasts, squeezing them gently through my shirt. His hands knead against my nipples which makes them stand up hard and proud.

  We shift and break the kiss as his lips fall to my neck. Between soft kisses on my skin, he bites lightly which makes me gasp and my fingers curl. Each bite gets a bit harder, and each one threatens to make me orgasm without anything else. His hands slip up my shirt now, and under my bra. As they move across my nipples, I grow more confident and grab his ass.

  A shiver works its way up my spine while John continues his attention on my neck and nipples. He moves his head to the other side of my neck, which brings those strong orgasmic feeling back strong. His hand moves down under my skirt and presses against my mound.

  “I love larger women,” he says between kisses. “I always have. And when I saw you, I knew I needed you.” That he loves me for my size made my heart jump and my pussy quiver, my lust heightened once again. Slipping his hand under the elastic of my panties, his forefinger presses against my clit and I shudder.

  “Ahh,” I moan, shifting to allow him better access to myself. I lay back and he helps me take of my shirt, my bra, my vinyl skirt and my panties. I am fully nude in front of this rock god, his jeans tenting a bit against his struggling cock. But he ignores it, instead paying full attention to me. His lips start at my breasts, kissing and licking each nipple and making them hard. Then he moves down to my stomach, where he very lightly brushes my skin with his fingernails as he kisses around my navel. Kissing down again, his lips caress my shaved pelvis.

  Teasing me, he keeps moving down, kissing my thighs, my calves, and each of my toes. The worship goes on for what seems like hours, his lips and hands giving constant attention to me. I moan, my pussy sopping wet and in dire need of attention. “Please, John...” I pant softly.

  Not needing to be told more, he gives me what I want. He buries his head between my thick thighs, his hands stroking my hips as his mouth meets my quim. Sticking out his tongue, the tip flicks my bead, making me jump slightly. He takes one of his hands and rubs my cunt a bit with it, before diving his face into me again. Slurping loudly, he sucks my engorged clitoris into his mouth, nibbling on it softly and making me mewl like a kitten.

  Using his hand at the same time, he sticks on finger into my hole. Slowly, it penetrates me, flicking up and down and manipulating me in just the right way as his tongue continues to work on my clit. I thrust myself against him, wanting more fingering, and harder licking. He seems to instinctively know what I need, and he pushes a second finger inside of me, now using the pad of his tongue against my bean.

  Suddenly, he pushes himself up. “May I fuck you?”

  I feel my pussy juices flowing even harder now, butterflies dancing in my stomach. I nod. I watch as this handsome man, his arm muscles and abs rippling as he unbuttons his pants. As he pulls them down, I am astounded by his size. His meat is easily the largest penis I've ever seen, let alone ever had. I worry for a second I won't be able to take it, but I know he'll go gently if I need him to. I move myself closer to the edge of the bench in his trailer, opening my legs and giving him a good look at my pussy. The pure lust in his eyes drives me crazy, and I can't help but rub my pussy as I watch John put lube on his cock and massage it all over.

  He walks towards me. I shiver again in anticipation. My pussy aches for him to penetrate it. His slicked skin rubs against my folds, making me slippery. Once I am slick enough, he places the head of his monster cock at my hole, and in a bit of fear I grip the bench.

  He leans over me and holds my hand. “I'll go as slow as you need me to go.” The love and adoration in his eyes threatens to bring me to tears, but I hold them back and, holding his hand, I nod my head. With both of us staring lovingly into each other's eyes, he once again positions himself at my entrance and slowly pushes in.

  Because I felt so calm and loved, the penetration was easier than I thought. I sigh as I am engulfed by warm, orgasmic feelings. He pulls out of my, and slowly pushes back in while leaning down for a sweet kiss. Again and again, he thrusts himself into me, a drop of sweat falling slowly down his forehead. His abs flex with each thrust, his hand squeezing mine.

  With each thrust, I can feel us both coming closer to orgasm. My head falls back slightly, my mouth open as I ready myself for a thunderous orgasm. His hands on my tits now, he picks up his pace, fucking me hard and fast. I feel my whole body jiggling beneath him, and revel in the fact that he is enjoying it. His groans tell me just how much, and so does his thrusts.

  I buck my hips up into him, wanting to get his huge package deeper. I want to take all of it. His balls slap lightly against my large ass cheeks as he grips my hips and fucks me even faster now. I know he's about to cum, and I am too.

  Our movements become erratic, our breathing matching up. I push my body up, he slams his down, and with one great shout from both of us, we cum all at once. The rock star collapses on top of me, his breathing heavy and his body sweaty. We fall asleep like this, holding each other.

  Leila Sables

  Here's a glimpse at the hot sex scenes to cum come:

  The emotions that surged through Deirdre shouldn't have surprised her, but they did. She was going to get away. Goin
g to be free. He'd promised it, all that time ago. Weeks. And then that had turned out to be wrong.

  Now here he was again, telling her that he would take her away. She should have been so many other things. Happy, or angry that he hadn't let her go sooner. Or excited. She felt… numb. Tired.

  She could already feel tears welling up in her eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up into a little ball, but she had worked to break herself of that when she was still little. She'd thought that she was done crying after she'd been given to the witch.

  But that hadn't been the end of it. Then she'd cried over so many different things, but she could understand them, at least. So why was she crying now? She got what she wanted, and she just—

  She found herself leaning into Gunnar without realizing that she'd started to, her head pressed into the oddly comforting space between his shoulder and neck, sobs racking her body and tears streaming down her face.

  She needed to get ahold of herself—needed to figure out what to do. Needed to figure the route back home. They needed to get moving. But instead she just stood there and cried. The only thing that broke her out of her reverie was the feeling of Gunnar's arm, wrapping around her.

  She almost didn't realize what she was doing until her lips were already on his. When she pulled away for breath and then pulled him in for a deeper kiss, she had already decided what she was going to do next.

  Gunnar let her kiss him. He wasn't sure what was going on in her mind, but clearly it was upsetting her a lot. Then she kissed him again. This time he kissed her back, the worries of what he was going to do next slowly retreating.

  He replaced them with the feel of her warm body pressed against him, contrasted against the cold of the night. He felt himself stirring in his pants, but he held himself off. She needed whatever she was going to need, but he'd let her take the pace.

  Her lips left his, both of them breathless, and then she pulled his head into the crook of her neck. He planted a firm kiss, letting his teeth scrape lightly across her skin and enjoying the soft mewling sound she made at the sensation.

  He wrapped his arms tighter, pulling her into him, wanting to feel every inch of her pressed up against him. Wanting to explore with his hands. The tiny whispers of doubt and uncertainty kept his hands from cupping her ass and testing its firmness.

  She seemed to be under no such compunction, running her hands across his body and up his shirt, her fingers dancing across his muscles, tracing a light, tickling line. She pinched his nipple softly, sending a spark of mixed pain and pleasure.

  Gunnar bit down on her throat, his teeth digging just enough into her soft flesh to draw out a moan. He wanted her badly. It was pure agony to remind himself that no matter how much he wanted her, he wasn't going to do anything that she didn't push first.

  That said, her roaming hands gave him tacit permission—he let one hand drop, cupping her firm round ass cheek in one large, powerful hand and giving it a squeeze. She didn't pull away, didn't protest, so he had to guess that she didn't mind too much.

  He used his other hand to test the softness of her chest, enjoying the fullness and weight of them in his hand—and then he stopped. Pulled away and tried to catch his breath. The cold night air burned his lungs and brought him back to reality.

  "Are you sure?"

  His own voice sounded strange to his ears. Hoarse, almost needy. Nothing like the confident man that he usually felt, this was unfamiliar territory with a woman who he had everything but a good reason to do this with.

  She pressed in against him, not answering, her lips tracing the line of his collar bone, and it took every ounce of self control not to take her right then. If she wanted him, then she'd have him—but he wasn't going to let it go this way, at least.

  He needed it to happen right. He pulled her body back in close, pressing her back against the side of the cart, forcing her to feel his hardness and his presence until they overwhelmed her.

  His hands explored the soft curves of her body, the long lines of her legs. They were exposed below the knee, and he broke from the kissing to expose more, his hands tracing the inside of her thigh, teasing dangerously close before backing away.

  Something in his mind snapped. Before he knew what he was doing Gunnar had Deirdre pressed back against the cart. Deirdre's eyes were wide, and for a moment he thought that she might try to stop him, but she didn't push him away and he didn't wait for her to.

  One of his knees pressed forward, separating Deirdre's trembling legs. She rocked forward, her body betraying her arousal in its pursuit of pleasure. A button popped off of her blouse, opening it further from enticingly low-cut to downright scandalous.

  One of Gunnar's powerful hands reached inside, pulling a plump breast free. He took a moment to enjoy the large, bronze nipples before he took one between his lips.

  Deirdre's fingers laced into his long hair, wrapping themselves in tangles and pulling him in closer. She continued to rock her mound up and down his powerfully muscled thigh, shuddering and mewling in the pleasure that both of them hadn't been able to deny wanting since they'd started this.

  He switched to the other nipple, his fingers coming up to pinch and tease the already-hardened nipple that he'd just abandoned. The cold made it pucker and between the feeling of his hot mouth on one breast and the cold air on the other she pressed into him with abandon.

  He took her hand into his and moved it to the hardness at the front of his trousers, moving it for her for a moment before returning his attention to her free breast.

  When he pulled away, Deirdre tried to keep him pressed in, tried to keep the delicious feeling on her breasts, but he wouldn't be distracted.

  With an easy motion he unlaced the belt that held his trousers up. Deirdre's attention automatically fell onto his hardness, standing proud of his body. She took it in her hand, rubbing up and down. Gunnar wasn't going to have any of it.

  "Use your mouth."

  She went down to her knees, his hardness still in her hand. Uncertain. He could feel the tension building, feel the need inside him. Deirdre gave the head an experimental kiss, looking up to Gunnar for guidance. He took her head in his hands and gently guided her, showing what she wanted.

  She could barely take an inch at first, but as she started to take more and more control she found space in her mouth, allowing him deeper and deeper in her throat, each bob of her head seeming to add a little bit more. He could feel release building with each passing moment, his hand tightening on her head, pressing with increasing urgency into her throat.

  With a cry he felt himself shoot once, twice into her waiting mouth. Gunnar struggled to calm his breathing as the need inside him continued to burn. He dropped to the ground beside her, pressing Deirdre onto her back.

  For a moment Deirdre looked down at him quizzically as he dipped his head between her thighs, and then with the first experimental lick her head shot back to the soft earth, and the question was answered.

  His tongue found the hardened bud at the top of her lips, his fingers testing her folds. Slick with arousal, he was able to enter her easily, wiggling his fingers, stretching and exploring her velvety cunt. He enjoyed the way that it seemed to suck onto him, her body trying to get as much pleasure as it could from his ministrations.

  Deirdre writhed above him, her body overcome at the new sensations, trying to grasp for something, anything that would help her to withstand the onslaught of pleasure that racked her body. His tongue lapped up the sweet nectar that moistened the way for him.

  Gunnar felt his hardness stirring, felt himself readying, but he held himself back, continuing to explore the folds of her pussy with his fingers and tongue. Deirdre's body stiffened, her hands finally finding purchase in Gunnar's hair again and pulling his face into her, her legs wrapping around his head.

  The little nub of her clit looked so enticing—he pulled it between his lips and sucked lightly and she let out a howl of pleasure that he had to believe someone must have heard, grindin
g his face harder into her mound as she rocked herself against him. He let her ride out the pleasure, his fingers continuing to explore her. Preparing her for what was to come.

  As she relaxed, letting him free, he spread her legs. Now it was time. Her hips came up off the ground just a bit, settled onto his thighs and lining him up with her. Gunnar's sensitive cock rubbed up and down her entrance, getting the head slick with her arousal. Deirdre purred out her pleasure when he lined up the head with her opening.

  He started to press into her, slowly at first. Feeling every surface inside her clinging to every line of his cock. Savoring the heat and pleasure. He needed her every bit as much as she needed him. Finally, they were completely joined, his hardness pressed all the way into her to the hilt.

  Her breasts heaved with each deep breath, creating a hypnotic show for the Dane, who waited. His hands were ready at her hips, and after a moment to enjoy the feeling of being completely sheathed inside her he pulled back out, then rocked forward again.

  Another thrust. Harder. Gunnar used her hips as a way to get a grip on her, using the grip as leverage to powerfully thrust into her. She was his, and his alone. With each thrust he tried to carve out the shape of his cock inside her, making her remember his shape.

  The noises she was making didn't matter any more. Let them hear, let them come and see them. It didn't matter. All that mattered was right there, in his arms, moving her hips to meet his. He could feel her tightening down, the makings of a second orgasm starting to clench all of the muscles in her body tight.

  Gunnar picked up his pace, fucking her with abandon as she moved below him.

  "Don't stop," she said. Her voice was low and breathy, as sexual as he'd ever heard a woman. He plowed into her, each thrust meeting them, it seemed, deeper than the last. Gunnar could feel his second release approaching, could feel the pull of need. One of his hands moved to her throat, pressing down. Asserting his dominance.