Virgin Blood (Erotic Vampire Tales Vol. 1)
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Erotic Vampire Tales Vol. 1
Virgin Blood
MINDY WILDE
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Copyright © 2013 Mindy Wilde
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Dear Readers,
Thank you for purchasing this ebook. Hopefully you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please continue to check in with me each week as I will be adding new and backlist erotic short stories, series, and novelettes to the collection.
XOXO,
Mindy Wilde
Other Romance/Erotica Titles
Billionaire Submission Series
Training (Billionaire Submission Part 1)
Promotion (Billionaire Submission Part 2)
Merger (Billionaire Submission Part 3)
Omnibus (Complete Billionaire Submission Trilogy)
Other Erotica Titles
Daddy’s Sexy Secrets
Deflowered (Daddy’s Sexy Secrets Vol. 1)
My Best Friends Daddy (Daddy’s Sexy Secrets Vol. 2)
The Babysitter (Daddy’s Sexy Secrets Vol. 3)
The Neighbor (Daddy’s Sexy Secrets Vol. 4)
Omnibus (Daddy Sexy Secrets Collection Vol. 1-4)
As the blood combined with the taste of his climax in my mouth I felt a warmth grow inside me. Sitting next to the pale lifeless corpse I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fleeting sensation. Since being turned I found myself obsessing over and craving these short intimate moments. Just moments before I had given this man a rush of endorphins that bathed him in ecstasy. This of course was followed seconds later by the sensation of my extended fangs plunging deep into his carotid artery.
The life of a vampire was not easy. Other then the brief and powerful response that occurred after a feeding our lives were relatively lacking in sensation. I was now immortal but spent my days longing for some pain or other stimulus to confirm my existence.
“Come on Annabelle, it’s time to go” Sebastian prodded me awake from blood induced trance.
Sebastian had been my guide during the past month as I learned the way of the vampire. Tonight was my final test to see if I was prepared to survive on my own. At night we walked among the living and you would be hard pressed to tell any difference. Unlike the tales of fantasy we are told in our youth vampires are not horrible monsters with pale skin and long fangs. Well ok, we did have fangs but they retracted when not in use making us as normal looking as anyone else.
During the day we did take refuge as the sun provided an intolerable burn to the skin. It’s not that we would burst into flames or anything but with the pain it caused we may as well have. With no need to sleep we spent our days filling the void as best we could until night fall. It was actually all a lot more boring then I would have imagined. Some younger covens that were still building their wealth put the members to work during the day in the darkened confines of their estate. Generally a coven would do this until the funds collected were sufficiently producing dividends to support the needs of the house. Being immortal, time was on our side and it took a relatively short period to become financially independent from the world.
The coven which had taken me in after my transformation was an old one. The group had long ago lost the need for income generation and now sat on investments worth billions of dollars. Every member of the coven had their needs provided for and in return were expected to submit to the leader and oldest vampire of the group Ulric. We weren’t quite sure just what period of antiquity he hailed from but Ulric’s wisdom seemed to know no bounds. Generally he did not socialize with the rest of us. On the rare occasion that we did see him and not his right hand man Merek it was because he came down to issue an edict or punish a dissident.
Ulric’s coven took great care of new vampires and I was made to feel very welcome after going through the painful and scary metamorphosis. From what I understood it had been quite some time since a new vampire was found and everyone seemed very excited by the novelty of it. It was still unknown who the vampire was that had released him venom inside me. Turning someone into a vampire required a conscious choice by the attacker to release this mystical fluid from their fangs. A normal encounter with a vampire concluded with the victim bleeding out from two puncture wounds to the artery in their neck. My attacker had not taken a single drop but instead infused me with the serum of immortality. I had obsessed over this detail for the first couple of weeks. However, with no prospect of satisfying my curiosity I let go of my quest and delved into learning the ways of the vampire.
Finding me curled into a ball on their driveway soaked to the bone as the rain washed over me, the coven had taken me into their home. A vampire can easily sense their own and there was no doubt as to what ailed me. As my body fought to survive the attack of the venom in my system a boy named Sebastian had watched over me. As I healed and grew in strength Sebastian had became my advisor and took me through the training which would help me survive this new world I was entering.
Tonight had been my final test I was left to go out into the night and seduce my prey. Luring him into a safe place I would disarm him in the most sensual of ways. Post orgasm was when a man was most vulnerable and this was the preferred method that female vampires used to collect their food. When I had initially been introduced to the process my previously mortal brain rejected the idea in futile modesty. It wasn’t until the hunger grew to an all consuming compulsion that I relented and was helped to my first kill.
Unfortunately human blood was required for our existence and the lack of it would cause a painful and grotesque death. In a pinch animal blood could get me through a day or two but after that I needed a human host. I had tried to be selective in my hunting rationalizing the pros and cons of a particular target. In the end it was a lot easier to just select the most attractive targets as that made the rest of my night more enjoyable.
As we returned to the estate my coven brothers and sisters were waiting for me. Sebastian nodded to the group and I was overwhelmed with congratulatory hugs and kisses. This was a big moment in the life of a vampire. Although I had much to learn and centuries in which to learn it, I was now self sufficient and could choose whether to stay in the safety of the estate or head out on my own to chart my own path. Members had left before to try and start their own covens. This had not happened in some time and more then once they had crawled back to the safety and security Ulrich provided. I held no illusion about the extent of my abilities. I felt safe among my new family and had made a great friend in Sebastian. There was no way that I would be leaving the comforts of my new home anytime soon.
The coven had thrown quite the celebration for me after arriving home. Once the rituals had been performed and the festivities were over the house returned to it’s normal quiet contemplation. Walking around the vast mansion I always wondered what was going through the minds of the other vampires. Very few of them were less then one hundred years old and many of them hand been on earth for closer to one thousand years. What kind of memories did they reflect upon? What had they been in life before
they were taken?
The storied history that filled our walls fascinated me and I began to think about what future worlds I would witness come into existence. These thoughts that bounced around my head were interrupted as I felt the hunger begin to squeeze at my insides.
The hunger is a difficult thing to describe. It consumes you and dominates your every thought. You can feel it physically through your entire being. As the sun fell and night approached the hunger would grow and the tension at the estate thickened. You quickly learned that this was a sensitive time and you needed to be careful not to accidentally anger a hungry vampire. As a general rule a hungry vampire was a dangerous vampire and you could quickly find yourself in a battle for your life. Although immortal we still possessed some weaknesses.
The sunlight was painful on our skin but not fatal. A stake through the heart was probably going to sting like hell but would not end our lives. There were two ways in which we were truly vulnerable. Fire was something to be avoided at all costs and would end our lives in a very slow and painful way. Decapitation would also put a quick end to our immortal run. Vampires mad with hunger had been known in the past to attack one another slicing right through their necks with a blade or tooth.
Due to this loss of inhibition it was customary for the coven to disperse at sundown and hunt alone. Once the prey had been slaughtered and the thirst was quenched the lone hunters would return to the safety of the communal coven. During the course of the last month Sebastian had fed early and accompanied me on my kills, always staying a safe distance away. Tonight would be the first night that I would be leaving the house alone.
As I looked at the clock I visualized the image of a receding sun behind the blacked out windows. Soon it would be time to leave. I was nervous but felt ready. Sebastian had trained me well and I was confident that I could track my prey. I would soon feel the warmth inside me. This was my favorite time. I craved the warmth and was ready to pursue it.
As the rest of the coven gathered in the foyer reading for the evening ahead I went to check in with Merek.
“So, your first night alone. Do you feel ready?”
“Yes, thanks Merek. Sebastian has been a great teacher and last night went really well. I am ready”
“Ok then. So where are you headed tonight?”
“I am going to head over to Aqua Blue” I said with forced confidence.
“Fancy” Merek smiled giving me a wink.
“Well good luck. Just remember to not leave any evidence” he said in a more serious tone.
“Of course. I promise I will be careful.”
Each coven had their own way of covering their tracks. With people disappearing randomly around the world each day it wasn’t too hard for us to blend into the statistics. The most important thing was to make sure and not leave any evidence or witnesses. Our coven had their own incinerator which we used do dispose of the left over corpses each morning. It was a surprisingly effective system that had allowed the coven to live undetected for centuries.
Sliding into the front seat of my nondescript black sedan I pulled down the long drive and onto the road leading into town. Everything about the hunt was designed to leave no lasting impressions. We used common cars and dressed to blend into crowds. Some of the more normally distinctive looking vampires even employed wigs and other elaborate disguises meant to cloak them from the memories of the humans and we moved among them.
I pulled into an empty alley across the street from Aqua. Parking lots often had attendants or cameras so I tried to position myself out of recorded view whenever possible. Crossing the street I approached the front door as an attendant quickly opened it with a warm greeting.
Aqua was one of the top three bars in the area for the beautiful people. These were generally men and women that had high incomes with little net worth. They desperately wanted to look like the glittering rich and be treated as such. Bar’s like Aqua had been designed to cater to these ego-centric high earners. The bar would role out the red carpet for you and would happily escort your entourage to the supposed VIP area while their hands reached into your pocket to relieve you from your hard earned cash. The thing about people like this is that they were some of the most physically stunning people you would ever meet.
The truly rich high net worth people of the world don’t really care about the external approval of others and therefore usually look quite modest in their appearance. The wannabe rich cared deeply about others opinions and spent their time making sure their bodies, clothing, and possessions were the best that they could be. I liked hunting here because the men inside were the same kind I would have drooled over before my change. Once their mouth opened though it generally did not take too long for them to earn my disgust. These guys were full of it and that made it so much easier for me to use their body as I needed.
Scanning the bar tonight I looked around for the telltale signs of a single jerk. I tried to stay away from taken men whenever possible. Even when looking at the hunt from an evolutionary perspective I still felt bad taking someone if they would be leaving another behind. It sounded weird in my head as I considered this but the truth was that hunting for humans was very similar to hunting for any other animal. A good hunter respects his prey and only takes what he needs to survive. Human’s, although they didn’t know it, were not at the top of the food chain. They had a predator who lurked in the shadows deciding their fate with a cold cruel calculation.
My attention was quickly drawn to the end of the bar. Sitting alone and drinking a martini with his laptop open was a sandy brown haired hottie. Quickly assessing him as I had been taught it was obvious that he was a traveling business man, probably sales. No ring or tan line on his finger allowed me to approach with a clear conscience.
“Hey sexy, is this seat taken” I said in my most suggestion voice.
“Yes, no, sorry I mean no this seat is not taken and yes you may sit here.”
Already flustered I could tell that I had selected my target well. The man was quite attractive but I had the feeling his confidence didn’t live up to the image he was trying to project.
“So what’s your name?”
“Steve. What’s your name?”
“My name is Annabelle and it’s a pleasure to meet you Steve” I said offering my hand lightly to him.
As he reached in for the handshake I made sure to rake my fingertips again his wrist and palm suggestively.
“Steve, I don’t normally do this but my boyfriend just left me and I am really looking to forget him. Would you be willing to close that laptop, come with me, and help me forget?”
Steve sat dumbstruck. It was every man’s fantasy and generally worked really well at drawing them in. Usually this approach was so stunning that the mark would forget to tell anyone where he was going and could just vanish into the night with me. Shaking his head Steve finally spoke.
“Yes. Holy shit yes. Let me just pay my bill.”
I pulled a one hundred dollar bill from my bra and slapped it down on the bar.
“Sorry Steve I don’t think I can wait that long. Now are you coming or not?”
Steve jumped up from the bar almost spilling his half full martini. As he scrambled to grab his computer I took hold of his other hand and led him to the front door with purpose. As we exited the bar Steve pulled me to a stop.
“I valeted my car. Let me just find my ticket”
I looked at him sternly.
“Steve I told you that I can’t wait that long. Now let’s go get in my car. We can come back for yours later.”
I pulled at his hand again leading him across the street. We hopped in the front seat and with a push of a button the engine roared to life. I pulled out of the alley and turned left heading away from city. As lights surrounding us faded into a country darkness I felt a sudden pang strike me in my gut.
The hunger had come. I winced at the discomfort as the pain grew. I looked over at Steve who was trying to readjust his pants to make room for the obvious er
ection now tenting his zipper. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could last before the hunger would take over completely.
Looking out the window I calculated that it was at least twenty minutes until I reached my normal area solitude where I took all of my victims. The muscles in my stomach continued to tighten and my breathing quickened. I now knew that there was no way I was going to make it. I would need to take my chances in the car. I can’t believe that my first night on my own I had made such a rookie mistake. I hoped that Ulric would forgive me for breaking the rule.
I assessed the road for a good place to initiate the feeding. Up ahead there was small gravel drive leading from the road to a pump station about twenty feet off the shoulder. The location was less then ideal but I would have to make due. Luckily this stretch of road was pretty isolated and the few cars that did travel it on a Friday night were unlikely to stop in the dark to investigate a parked or abandoned vehicle.
I pulled a hard right on the gravel drive and pushed the brakes hard as the car slid on the gravel to a quick stop. Steve looked at me with wide panicked eyes.
“Alright Steve I am absolutely crawling out of my skin and cannot wait a second longer. I need you inside of me.”
Unbuckling my seatbelt I licked my lips and leaned in pressing my soft mouth against his. My hand which was circling his chest quickly descended to the poorly hidden bulge in his lap. I pulled away from the kiss smiling at him. With two hands I reached down and unbuttoned his khakis. With a pull of the zipper his engorged cock sprung into the my hands stretching into the now unrestricted space. Picking up his hips Steve helped me work his chinos down to the floor and I slowly started massaging the shaft of his man-scaped member. I could feel the excitement build inside me as I watched Steve climb towards orgasm.