“I just don’t get it. Is it because you’re not attracted to me?” Barbara asked, feeling vulnerable and folding her arms.
“No,” he said, with a shake of his head. “Don’t ever think that. I said it and meant it. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Everything about you tickles my senses.”
“Words come easy to you,” she said with a suspicious sideways glance.
“I know it’s hard to believe. And I do owe you an apology. Because when I went with you for the walk in the forest…I really thought that’s what I wanted to do.”
“Oh? You thought you were getting lucky?”
Lester smiled wryly. “Well, I think we both knew something was happening.”
“Go on.”
“But I was ashamed of myself. I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t do it. And I had to leave.”
“Okay. What couldn’t you do? Oh wait…do you mean…?”
“Yes.”
“Oh. Oh…I’m sorry.”
“Yes. It is my shameful secret.”
“Well, there’s medications for that, you know.”
Lester looked confused, then suddenly shocked and outraged. “Medications? For this?!”
“Yeah. I mean, sometimes you guys just worry too much about it. If you calm your nerves and just relax, it helps. And it happens to all men…”
“Calm? I AM CALM!” he screamed, his eyes filling with a demonic red-eyed gaze.
Barbara suddenly jumped out of the chair and backed against a wall. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry…oh my God…I’m really sorry…”
“You’re sorry?” Lester laughed, his voice becoming a melancholy boom, a guttural and demonic rasp, as if the devil himself had been revealed. “You’re sorry for what? That you discovered the real me and now I’m going to what?”
“I dunno…” Barbara said in teary-eyed terror.
“Barbara…as I said, I have lied about nothing. And if I had wanted you dead, if I had wanted to fulfill my ‘Player’ urges, as you call them…I would have done it. And you’d be dead now.”
Lester broke eye contact with her and looked down to the floor, in disappointment. “Go. No one is going to hurt you.”
Barbara stood still for a long moment, second-guessing whether to run like hell or comfort the grieving stranger.
“Well…okay…” She fought off her panic and gritted up, reminding herself to stay calm and avoid his perilous red eyes. “I’m not going to run off. I’m not judging you. Let’s just talk this through.”
“Talk what through? You know my secret. And you know why we can’t be anything together.”
She grabbed her head in confusion, but still felt cheated. “No, no. Wait a minute. I distinctly remember you saying that you liked me. That you wanted to take me away to a new world. Didn’t you say that?”
“I did say that.”
“And did you mean it?”
“Yes. Barbara Uppers. I meant it. But that was when I thought I could control myself.”
“Hmm…” she said tilting her head and watching him in awe. “So you can’t control yourself around me, is that it?”
“Your skin…it’s so delicious. It triggers two desires in me. I crave your body, to make love to you. So give you pleasure. And then, to take pleasure. To taste your delicious…delectable…scrumptious skin.”
His fangs started to grow out, but he shook the aroused feeling off. “I know you may think I’m lying, but I only speak the truth. I fall in love quickly, because I think at a faster rate of thought than human beings. I sense what they’re thinking. Especially what they’re feeling. My dear, I have no need of seduction. Human beings cannot resist me.”
His eerie confidence sent a chill up her spine and a little sting in her loins.
“But that is also why I do not fall in love very often. Most people do not possess anything worth having. No endearing qualities. Just selfish, cowardly little women. Of no value to me. But the last person I fell in love with, I did so three hundred years ago. And I knew I loved her because of the complexion of her skin. I knew I loved her within seconds. I read her entire mind and heart from her skin. It was all there. Her warmth. Her humor. Her inner beauty. When I lost her, I vowed to find her. In this life, or the next life. Her soul would never escape me. Wherever she was reborn, reincarnated, so help me, I would find her.”
“And you never did?”
Lester looked up and smiled sadly. “No. And I never thought I would fall in love again. But your skin…”
Barbara laughed quietly. “You really do have a thing for skin, don’t you?”
“I told you, it’s all in your skin and scent. I sense you on a deeper level than a man could ever know you.”
“Well…Mister Lester. Or shall I call you, Mister Impaler?”
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said with a snicker. “I really have no idea what to think of this. But…I have an idea.”
“What? An idea for what?”
“Well…” she said with a blush running across her face. “I’ve always been a girl who finishes what she started. You told me you wanted to make love. But you’re afraid of what you might do to me.”
“Yes?”
“Then let me take control.” She smiled then raised her brow, a bit devilishly, you might say.
**
“I know you’re a big boy, Count.”
“Arrrhhh…” he moaned.
“I know you can take the pain. And trust me. In the end it will be worth it.”
Wearing only a red bra and panties, her nearly naked curvy body taunted Lester, who could only gaze in wanton desire. Barbara secured Lester’s left hand to the bedpost, handcuffing him tightly, but with garlic-laced metal. It burned Lester’s hands like a ring of fire and caused him great pain—but he endured it all just for the chance to see Barbara’s bouncing breasts and milky white skin dangling in front of him, which made him quickly forget the sting.
She leaned over, her bulging bare tummy barely making contact with his face, as she handcuffed his other hand tightly to the other bed post.
“Unhhh…” he grunted, his eyes already glowing red in covetousness.
She slipped off his lightly knotted robe, exposing his chest hair and muscular physique. She kept strong eye contact as she lightly kissed his chest. Then grazed his nipples with her lips.
Lester shifted around in the handcuffs, already feeling incited and restless. But the pleasant torture had only begun. She took his leg to the other end of the bed, securing his foot to the bedpost linen in a tight knot, once again, laced with garlic, that fiery torture that he was willing to suffer just for the chance to fulfill his own dream—to make love to a beautiful girl, and at last, have a companion for all his adventures. She tied down his other foot to the opposite end, rendering him almost immobile.
“Ahhhh…” he groaned, feeling the burn on his wrists and ankles, but still intoxicated by the magnificent raw sight of her flesh, just barely covered.
“Does it burn, baby?” she asked, smiling in heart-thumping anticipation. The imminent danger of his breaking loose and attacking her was arousing, but second to the lust and love he showed in his eyes. Her every curve, every inch of her body could do no wrong—he wanted it all. And yes, she admitted to herself—and him, since he read her mind fluently—that the idea of fucking a vampire was a bad girl’s fantasy come true.
She kissed another path, from his chest to his belly, touching her skin to his, and her lips all over his squirming abs.
“Yes…yes…”
She kissed lower, still inflaming him with those adoring eyes—the feeling of burning skin, not even coming to mind for just a moment. Her every kiss planted so softly, so teasingly on his body, sent ripples of pleasure throughout his frame, from his head to his feet. She unbuckled his pants and slowly pulled them off, leaving him in his boxers, and leaving his pants legs around his ankles where the restraints held him tight.
She knew she wanted to see his coc
k, to “test” him to see if he really was as impotent as he thought. But first, she had to tease him just a little more.
She reached her hands around and began unlatching her bra. The visual itself sent Lester into spasming joy. He groaned softly, smelling and seeing her pasty white skin but being forbidden to touch.
She slowly pulled her bra apart from her skin, letting her fulsome breasts bounce out just inches away from his sweating face. She held her purely covered pink nipple out to his mouth, just barely letting his lips graze and moisten against it.
Suddenly, Lester lost all control fangs shot out of his mouth, but not before Barbara simply backed up and moved her delicate skin out of his reach. “Excited, mmm?”
His fangs were fully exposed while his body shivered with bloodlust and rage. But he owed her a dramatic finish to the forest fire he started. She wanted to make love to his body, not his genitals—not yet. So she slowly, painstakingly, dragged her breasts across his chest, letting their skin mingle and share textures. Nothing but his warmth on hers, their nipples touching, the little hairs on his chest rubbing and caressing her bare form.
His wrists burned to hell all right, but all that flooded his mind were sexy thoughts—shared between the both of them. Since his fangs were stripped of mobility, he had nowhere to go and had no choice to grow more and more engorged. Vampires didn’t have much blood circulating through their veins, which was the primary cause of their bloodlust. But as Barbara stood up in front of Lester and reached for her plus size panties, a strange thing happened.
His fangs began retracting slightly into his mouth, sending a rush of newly generated blood into his cock. For the first time in many years, he felt a jolt of electricity and built a firm erection. Her skin, the source of his true ecstasy, filled him with extra reservoirs of old stored blood. It wasn’t the feeding of her blood, but merely the scent of her own engorged skin, that inspired his lust to return.
She slid down her panties right in front of a helpless Lester, letting him watch in frustration, his fangs barely out and his cock firming up. She slid her panties down, forcing him to feast his eyes and nose on her neatly trimmed bush, but never within biting distance. It was torture all right, but the kind of torture that reinvigorated Lester making him feel very much alive.
He was not quite in “control” of things, after all his cock was shooting up hard and thickening up so hard it hurt. His eyes were not only red but pink, and his body convulsed as if victimized by the sun. His limbs burned and his voice growled in agony. But he was the most turned on he had ever been. Just as he knew, from the very moment he met her, her skin was lavish, opulent and where he desired to be.
She fondled his member, growing larger than she anticipated, and reaching ten inches erect. Barbara played with his member, enjoying the sensation of being this close to his deadly fangs, torturing him as comeuppance for her own frustrated felt earlier at the wedding reception.
She kissed his firm shaft up and down, letting her lips moisten it. She tantalized him further, letting her skin slide, shimmy and wiggle all over his cock. She put his hard member in between her breasts, on her tummy and finally, in between her lips. Her lower lips that is, as she teased his head by rubbing it against her labia, firming him up for full penetration. As supernaturally hard as he was, erectile dysfunction was not going to be problem anytime soon.
She squatted down, resting on his lap and then hoisted herself onto him, hugging his hard dick as she took him inside her pussy. Whatever he was, he was no man. His penis seemed to vibrate, constantly increasing in pulsating speed, like a vibrator toy that had no limits.
Barbara could barely ride him, without feeling too much genital friction. Every time she rubbed against him, the veins of his shaft ribbed her walls causing deep internal friction. She moaned softly as she began dripping lube on him.
She pushed down hard on his nipples, trying with everything she had to ride him—but being slowed down by little sparks or “shocks” that seemed to start in her G-spot and travel up to her clitoris and labia. The little sparks were only slightly stingy, just painful enough to induce pleasure and she started craving the little jabs. Every time they sparked, she flooded his cock with more juice, which in turn, generated more blood reservoirs, making his erection firmer and thicker.
They were both grunting hard within minutes of entry, the wet sliding in and out sending full body waves of euphoria. The feeling was almost too intense for Lester, but sensing his weakness, she touched his face and demanded: “Look at me…”
She forced herself to absorb the hard friction and pummeling little snaps of electricity, until she was riding him hard, pummeling his cock which showed no signs of release. He watched in face contorting agony as her breasts bounced in front of him, teasing him so bad his fangs came out again—only slightly dulling his erection.
Barbara held onto his biceps tightly as she rode him harder, avoiding his mouth but forcing him to feel her flush skin pressed to his. His blood-thirsty screeches only turned her on, and dared her to ride him harder, taunting him to see who would implode from passion first.
She thought she could break him and tried with all her might, crashing onto his dick with everything she had, but he remained rigid and immovable. Those damned little electric sparks still firing away inside, and with her pussy flooding the bed, she felt her internal walls starting to contract. She was ready to come. But with her last breath before orgasm, she reached over to let him out of the cuffs. She unlocked both hands and let his hands dangerously free and uninhibited.
He looked perplexed, his glowing red eyes showing a streak of sorrow. “What are you doing?!”
“Testing you. If you really love me…my whole skin and my whole inside and outside…then I trust you.”
“It doesn’t work that way…” he said weakly, still being pummeled by her pussy and now suffocated by her wiggling breasts.
“Then bite me. Turn me,” she groaned, not really caring what the consequences were—so as long as she could feel the climax of this ethereal adventure.
“I can’t, Barbara…” he said in apology. “I can’t control it…”
“Grab my tits,” she said, taking his charred wrists and forcing him to touch her fleshy parts. “Hold on…see if you can do it.”
“No…I can’t…it’s too much…”
“Then make me hurt,” she said, keeping intense eye contact as she rode him freely.
He reached out and grabbed her breasts, feeling her skin and sensing her entire being. He desired her blood. More than anything he craved to taste her skin, but to bite through it and unleash those swirls of sweet red sugary sauce.
He held on, tensing up his body, and began pinching her nipples with his shaky fingers.
The thrill sent Barbara into orgasm, who was finally imploding, unable to contain the worst of him. Her contractions shook her body as she creamed him again and screamed the voice of certain death.
Just when she thought she could have a normal orgasm, Lester began shooting missiles of sperm inside of her—sending ten spurts, then another ten, then another, an unending fountain of pleasure.
Even after she came again, and again, pounding his chest in madness, his erection stayed strong and spurting. She was done and her pussy was spent.
Finally, she thought of an idea of how to tame his inner monster. She rolled over, pulling herself off his rod, and reached inside her dresser.
Still recovering from quaking orgasm, she grabbed a razor blade and sliced herself down the elbow, unleashing a tiny shot of blood—which she fed to Lester.
Lester guzzled up the escaping trickle of blood, licking it clean. Just as he ingested it, he finally “climaxed”—at least in that his erection deflated and he stopped shooting spurts. His body tremored and then rested, finding an afterglow peace. The taste of her blood calmed Lester, curing him of the insatiable lust for blood, skin and sex that she had fired up inside him.
To both his and her surprise, what little blood that
was seemed to satiate him and calm his quivering body.
She rolled on top of him, still loving the sensation of their skin making contact—indeed, their bodies having entire conversations of texture and caressing.
“That was clever…” he said in a wheeze. But I don’t know if that will work next time,” he said with a tragic note. “I can’t promise that I will always be able to resist you.”
“Then don’t resist,” she said, soaking up orgasmic relief herself, unable to resist him, or think of anything better to say than… “Just take me.”
“You mean turn you? Into me?”
“You said, Lester, that your love once died and left you feeling alone. Because she wasn’t immortal, was she?”
“No.”
“How did you resist turning her?”
“Because I was younger. I had more blood in my system back then.”
“And how did you feel when you lost her?”
“It ended my life in many ways,” he said in quieted reflection.
“Then don’t lose it all again. Take me with you. So that way…you’ll never have to lose me. We can be together forever.”
Lester stared at her in uncertainty.
“What is it?”
“You don’t know the things you say.”
“I’m not stupid, Lester,” she said. “I know…that’s what she said to you, isn’t it? She begged you to turn her, so that you could stay together. And you didn’t. You lost her.”
“I couldn’t do that to her. It didn’t feel right…”
“And what did it get you? Hundreds of years of loneliness.”
“Of despair. Of great despair, my dear. So much that I all but gave up on life.”
“But you promised her you would find her again. Didn’t you? The next rebirth. You both promised you would find each other.”
“Oh my…is that you? Could it be…”
“Don’t play coy, Lester. I know. Her name was Annabelle, wasn’t it? And that’s why you found me. That’s why we both felt something.”
“Yes…” His eyes teared up and he held Barbara close, never wanting to let go of her skin, not even for a moment. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought it too absurd or insulting to explain. But from the moment I saw you, I knew it was you. I almost cried from the very moment I met you, love. It took everything I had to hold it in.”
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