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This is kind of a fucked up story... but i fucking love it.... This is the first one.... Vampire

by Misery Demise ©



She turned feeling eyes on her back. She had never known such intensity. Their were many guys staring at them, well what do you expect, a beautiful blond, a fiery redhead, and a sparkly brunette. But one of those guys stood out in particular.



She looked over the cafe, twisting slightly in her seat, trying to find out who it was that was looking at her, so intensely that she could feel it without even looking... almost luring her to... she didn't know what.



She finally found him, and stared, her usual evil glare, and indifferent stature diminishing entirely. He was about 6'2", long jet-black hair, startling blue eyes, garbed in black.



It seemed like hours ago that she had just been laughing with her friends about such trivial topics as which store to shop at, and what losers men were.



His eyes caught hers; she was under his spell completely and found that she could not look away. She heard her friends calling her name in the background, asking if she was ok. They stopped when they saw him walking over to their table in the back of the bark cafe.



She had always liked the dark, thrived in it, and now she knew why, for that man coming toward her was darkness himself.



A chill went up her spine when he took her hand, it was so cold, and yet it seemed it emulated warmth that rocked her whole body.



Silently she followed him out, her friend staring after her as if in a trance, but she didn't notice.



He brought her to a house just down the block, and carried her inside, down into a candlelit chamber underground. The only thing in the room was a bed wrought in silver, velvet and silk. The colors black and red mingled in the design, seeming to shimmer, making her slightly dizzy.He brought her a gown, black and gauzy, almost see through, and she slowly stripped off her cloths and donned the dress. It fit her perfectly, clinging to every curve. He then rose from the plush bed from where he had been watching her change and came towards her. Pulling the pins from her hair, he watched as it cascaded down around her shoulders in an array of curls.



Gently, he picked her up and laid her on the bed, she glanced around the room and she saw something hidden in the shadows. It was long and black, old with time, worn, and yet still as beautiful as the day it had been crafted. It was a coffin.



The Vampire! At long last! He has come for me! Her mind screamed at her with glee. She lifted her hair away from her neck, exposing her bare throat, gently pulling him forward, her heart racing faster then ever before.



He pulled from her and slowly leaned forward to kiss her. Her eyes narrowed a moment before she understood he wanted to love her as a human before he brought her to the darkness.



They kissed again passionately, slowly. For a time that was all they did, feeling each other's bodies crushing against each other. Finally she rolled him over, dominating, and it seemed he would allow it, though he could easily overpower her. Looking into his eyes she shrugged out of the flimsy gown, her breasts falling full and heavy, yet they were firm and round. With every breath they heaved suggestively, and she paused for a moment, holding her breath, looking down as she had so many times before to see what they would look like without breath in them. Then she reached over, tugging at his shirt, and he lifted himself to slip from it gracefully, his eyes admiring the curves of her body.



As she began to unbutton his jeans, he pulled her close, kissing him again, those elongated teeth biting into her lip subtly. Every kiss and every touch as his hands caressed her aroused her more, and as she reached her own hand down she was somewhat surprised to find his member hard and erect, like marble. She straddled him, rubbing his cock against her juicy clit. Arching his hips, he pushed himself inside her, and she gasped as he stretched her wide, her own back arching in the ecstasy. He pulled her down, brushing her hair from her neck, and his mouth opened as he pressed his teeth to her neck. Quickly he bit down, puncturing her flesh with his sharp teeth. Nimble fingers reached up, as the blood dribbled into his mouth, her own orgasm fueling his. As he came, those fingers gripped the razor tightly, and lifting her, he slashed her throat, watching the surprise on her face, the dread as she realized that this breath was her last. That in all honesty, he was just a man. A man who, however, had fetishes and connections that allowed him such pleasures.



As her blood spilled over him, he smiled, rolling her off of him, and lifting her. Slowly he walked over to the coffin, and opening the lid with one hand, looked down at the partially rotted woman within. Carefully he lay this one upon the other, arranging her limbs so that it would look as though the two dead women were embracing. His eyes closed for a moment, he licked the blood from his lips, then turning away and allowing the lid to slam closed, he climbed back into the blood soaked bed. Easily, he fell asleep, his dreams filled with visions of his dead harem, and those that would soon be joining it

Author's note – this isn't a typical story for me; it's a way of using sexual fantasy to explore the darkness that lies within everyone. I hope you enjoy the story for what it is, any constructive feedback is welcome.



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Susan spotted him as soon as he entered the club. He wasn't the best looking guy there but there was something about him that drew her eyes to his strong features. She knew why she came to the club tonight, she was looking someone to take her home and fuck her silly. She had gone too long, nearly four months, without a good fuck and was dying to get laid. That being said, she wasn't just going to grab the first guy that came along, it needed to feel right.



This was her third night at this bar and it was the first night she felt an attraction towards any of the guys. She flirted and danced with a number of guys each night but none of them created a stir in her most private areas. Watching her mystery man move through the club she could feel a stirring in her pussy she knew would get satisfied tonight. She continued to watch him move towards bar and he finally looked her way.



Susan's breath caught in her throat as the man's piercing green eyes took her in, she could feel him assess her, almost as if she was being weighed and measured. Normally a look like that would infuriate her, she was nobody's piece of meat, but tonight, with him, it thrilled her. She shifted in her seat under his gaze and realized her pussy was soaking. He held her gaze as he walked closer, images of a jungle cat slowly stalking his prey came to mind.



Susan tilted her head back slightly and smiled as he stopped less than a foot from her spot at the bar. He looked down, their eyes still locked together, and smiled. Susan felt weak and was thankful she was sitting, she felt a slight blush in her cheeks and finally released the breath she held since their eyes met.



"Hello, I'm Jeff. As soon as I saw you I knew I had to come over to meet you. Your eyes drew me in and I'm afraid if I let go of your gaze I may never find this wonderful connection I feel again." Jeff's voice was strong and commanding, Susan's mind raced with the things she wanted this man to do to her tonight. Her mind was made up and realized she didn't want to do the normal back and forth routine of the pick-up; she just wanted him to take her home, now.



"Hello, Jeff. I'm Susan. I'm not normally so bold but tonight I don't feel like going through the normal pick-up dance. So, unless you really need a drink, I suggest you offer to take me home." Susan was shocked at her words. She was no angel but she was far from a slut. Something about this man's eyes made her want to do anything to please him. That scared her a little but her throbbing cunt was overriding her reason at the moment.



"I was hoping you would say that. Susan, I find your beauty to be intoxicating enough, I have no need for alcohol. I was hoping you would allow me to escort you home." Jeff's smile brightened and Susan felt her heart melt. She normally would never bring a strange guy home, the few other times she picked-up a guy for the night they went to a hotel. Tonight she threw logic out the window and thought only of Jeff tearing her clothes off and taking her where she sat.



"I'm only a ten minute cab ride away. If we leave now, we can be nude in fifteen minutes." Susan turned red at her own forwardness; Jeff simply smiled and held her eyes. He gently took her hand, tossed twenty bucks on the bar to pay for her drink and lead her outside. Less than a minute later they were in a cab on the way to her place.



Neither of them said a word during the cab ride to Susan's apartment. Jeff held her gaze the entire time, creating a sexual tension unlike anything Susan ever felt. They exchanged light caresses in the cab, touching arms and legs, shoulder and neck, but never anything overtly sexual. Susan's pussy jumped with every light caress, her panties were glued to her soaked lips. The cab finally stopped outside Susan's building. Jeff tossed the cabbie a twenty to cover the twelve dollar ride.



Susan slid across the backseat and out of Jeff's door, fearing that if she broke the connection between their eyes, the magic moment would be lost. Susan fumbled with her keys, trying to unlock the front door while keeping her eyes on Jeff. Her keys slipped from her hand and dropped to the front step. Hesitantly she pulled her gaze away from Jeff and bent to retrieve her keys.



Having broken the connection Susan started to feel some trepidation over bringing Jeff here. As she stood her eyes found a significant bulge in Jeff's pants and one of her concerns were laid to rest. Any man this confident had to have a big dick, and it didn't look like she would be disappointed. Her other concerns disappeared again as she looked once more into his eyes. Jeff caressed her back as she tried again to unlock the door, his touch sent shivers down her spine and a tingle through her pussy.



Finally managing to open the front door, she pulled Jeff into the foyer and kissed him deeply. The connection between their eyes moved to their lips. Susan felt as if a live wire was connecting them, the electricity she felt in his kiss was beyond her wildest hopes. Breaking the kiss, Susan took a moment to recover and lead Jeff to the third floor of the building and into her apartment.



Jeff closed the door behind him and locked it for Susan. Her eyes stayed focused on Jeff, reveling in the intense feelings coming from his stare. Susan smiled as she reached behind her and unzipped her dress, letting it drop silently to the floor. Jeff's eyes left hers, yet she could feel his gaze taking in her body. She felt his eyes move down over her heaving breasts, her large nipples poking through the gaps in her lacy bra. She felt them stiffen and extend as he lingered on her breasts. The tingling sensation moved lower with his gaze until in focused in on her wet and throbbing cunt. Her trimmed bush and lips clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her panties.



Jeff stepped forward and pulled her into his arms. They kissed deeply as Susan let her hands wander down his body to her prize. She gripped his hard cock through the fabric of his pants, happy to feel the thickness in her hand. She quickly broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, glancing up into his strong eyes; she unfastened his belt and pants, then roughly pulled the pants and underwear down. Her eyes lit up at the magnificent sight before her. He wasn't overly long, maybe seven, seven and a half inches, but he was thick, her hand could not wrap around him.



Looking back at this man that had so totally enthralled her, she began to slowly stroke his beautiful cock. She stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the underside from ball to tip several times before engulfing as much of him as she could in her mouth. Despite her best efforts, and years of practice, his girth prevented her from taking all of him into her eager mouth. Susan sucked and licked Jeff's cock for several minutes until he pulled her to her feet.



Jeff looked deep in her eyes and kissed her fiercely. Susan responded to his urgent kiss with her own need and desire. Reaching behind her, Jeff effortlessly released her bra. Susan pulled back a little to let it drop to the floor. Jeff's hand found her glorious mounds and squeezed them gently at first, then with increasing desire, yet still taking the time to flick her nipples every few seconds. Susan felt the fire in her loins grow and pulled Jeff towards the loveseat in the living room.



Susan turned and bent over the back of the loveseat, presenting herself brazenly to Jeff. Jeff smiled and moved behind her. He quickly pulled her panties down and with no warning plunged his hard, thick cock into her soaking wet pussy. Susan screamed from the intrusion, first from pain, then from an intense orgasm. Jeff began to pump into her quickly and continued to pick up speed. Their mutual need for release was overriding any desire to explore and savor each other.



Jeff's thrusts became quicker and harder, reaching further into Susan's depths. Her second orgasm was quickly building and she knew Jeff wasn't far behind. Feeling her release near, Susan began to push back, meeting Jeff's thrust and spurring him on. After less than two minutes of this intense animalistic fucking, Jeff pushed deep into her and held her close. Susan felt his cock swell and her orgasm washed over her as the first shot of Jeff's cum shot deep into her satisfied pussy.



Jeff slumped forward onto Susan and placed tiny, gentle kisses on her back. Both were breathing heavy, satisfied for the moment, yet unwilling to separate. Susan felt Jeff's cock soften and eventually it slipped from her pussy. Lifting himself off Susan's back, Jeff pulled her up and into his embrace. They kissed deeply, enjoying the after glow of the wonderful sex they experienced. Suddenly Susan started to giggle.



"What's so funny?" Jeff asked, somewhere between amused and annoyed. Susan smiled, trying to contain herself. The absurdity of the moment had hit her. They hadn't said a word since they entered the apartment. She giggled softly into Jeff's chest, still hidden behind his shirt and looked down at his pants and underwear, still bunched around his ankles. Jeff looked down and started to laugh as well. "I guess we both needed that. I don't think I've ever felt so overwhelmed with desire before."



"Well, I suggest we get you out of those clothes and into a warm shower. After that, perhaps we can control our desires long enough to properly enjoy each other." Susan unbuttoned Jeff's shirt and exposed his strong chest, lightly covered with hair, just the way she liked it. Jeff tried to step out of his pants, but his shoes got in the way. This caused another round of laughter and Susan bent down to help Jeff out. She then realized her panties were sitting around her ankles, and her shoes were still on as well.



After finally removing their clothes Susan lead Jeff into the bathroom and started the shower. It was a standard shower/tub combo so there wasn't much room to play. They enjoyed to sensation of cleaning each other and by the time they left the shower and dried off, they were both ready for some more fun.



Falling onto Susan's bed in a tangle of arms and legs, they began to explore each others bodies. They eventually ended up in a delightful 69 position, Susan was on top and trying every trick she knew to take more of Jeff into her mouth. Jeff was paying lavish attention to her cunt and was creating sensations Susan had never experienced from oral sex before.



Despite her best efforts, Susan came before she could make Jeff cum. She wanted to taste him but he insisted there would be time for that later. Moving into a more traditional position, Jeff slid slowly into her slick cunt. Despite their early fuck, Susan still felt filled and stretched by Jeff's broad cock. Jeff made slow, passionate love to Susan for close to an hour. Susan lost tracks of her orgasms after the fifth one and was almost grateful when Jeff finally released his seed into her for the second time.



They cuddled close together, still on top of the sheets, and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. As Susan drifted to sleep she marveled at her experience, never before had a man been able to satisfy her so thoroughly. She smiled, cuddled into Jeff's chest and fell to sleep.



Susan awoke in to morning when she felt a tug on her leg. Still feeling the effects of their fantastic lovemaking from the night before, she stretched and opened her eyes. She felt the resistance and saw the scarves around her wrists at the same time. Struggling wildly, she realized she was tied to the bed. She tried to scream but found it stifled in her throat when her eyes met Jeff's. They held the same sense of strength and command as last night but now they held something else she couldn't quite place. She did know it scared her to her very core.



"Jeff! What are you doing, untie me right now. Last night was great but this is beyond anything I want to do. I'll scream if you don't untie me. The walls in this old place aren't very sound proof, the neighbors will hear." Jeff simply smiled and shook his head. Susan's scream died once more in her throat.



"Let me explain something to you my sweet Susan. Last night satisfied part of me. I get a thrill from getting women to give me what I need willingly and shamelessly. We're moving into the second phase now. This is where I take what I want, whether you want to give it to me or not." Jeff smiled; in the harsh morning light Susan could see it never touched his eyes. This time the scream came, but that only made Jeff Laugh. "That's right my dear, scream for me. Scream for your lover."





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Jeff jerked upright in bed, sweat dripping off his brow into his eyes; the stinging was the only thing that told him he was no longer asleep. Looking around he realized he was in his room, safe in his apartment. The violent images of his dreams fading to nothing as he became more alert. He swung his legs off the bed and realized he was still dressed in the same clothes he wore to work that day; thankful that Friday was casual day.



Must have been some night if I didn't even bother changing when I got home, he thought as he stumbled into the bathroom to get the horrid taste of a decadent weekend out of his mouth. He turned on the TV as he entered the bathroom. Jeff turned on the water to wash his face and brush his teeth barely listening to the sounds of CNN coming from the other room.



"Welcome to CNN Daybreak, it is Monday, January 17, 2005. Our top story today is the latest in a string of brutal sexual assaults and murders in the Chicago area." Jeff dropped his toothbrush in the sink and staggered into the bedroom. He didn't care about another murder, he wasn't a likely target so why worry, it was the date that got him. He watched as the date scrolled across the bottom of the screen, Monday, January 17, 2005. He would have sworn it was only Saturday morning.



What the hell happened to my weekend? I remember leaving work Friday night and heading out for some drinks but nothing after that. Jeff shook his head not that he worried about the lost weekend, he'd had plenty of those, but about that fact he had to get up and go to work in two hours. Damn, if I'm going to have any fun on the weekends I'd at least like to remember it. Going back to the bathroom, Jeff finished brushing his teeth, stripped out of his Friday clothes and went back to bed. He set the alarm for 6:15 am, as late as he could, and fell to sleep.



Jeff fell quickly into a deep sleep, yet it wasn't long before his mind filled with violent dreams and disturbing images. One image stayed burned in his mind, a beautiful woman was tied to a bed, her breasts heaving as she struggled against her restraints. Her legs were bent back and tied to remain bent, and then pulled up and to the side, exposing her abused pussy and tight ass for all to see. The image both sickened and excited Jeff.



A scene played out in his dreams, the woman was screaming until a man shoved his fat cock into her mouth. Jeff could see the woman had trouble fitting it in her tiny mouth, struggling to get free but unable to fight her attacker. The man pushed more and more of his cock into her mouth and began to fuck her face. The scene was exciting yet the violence was repulsive. After several minutes, the man pushed his cock all the way in, cumming down the woman's throat.



The dick was too much for the woman and cut off her air supply. She was unconscious when he pulled out of her mouth, leaving a slimy trail across her cheek. Here the dream seemed to lurch forward, almost like watching a DVD at 8x normal speed. Quick images of sex and violence flash before Jeff until it stopped, the man now positioned between the woman's legs, his dick resting on her wet cunt.



The man shoved his cock deep into the woman and pumped violently, cruelly into her already abused pussy. After several minutes he pulled out, his cock slick with their mingled juices. Placing the fat head of his cock against her tight asshole, a look of fear, reappeared on the woman's face. The man smiled and pushed his thick cock into her virgin hole. The woman's muffled scream of pain seeped out around the gag that now filled her mouth.



The man gave her no chance to get use to his intrusion; instead he began to fuck her as if his life depended on it. Pulling out to the head and slamming back in, time after time. The woman's face was racked with pain. The man's hands traveled up her body, gently, almost lovingly caressing her breasts, before wrapping themselves around her neck. He squeezed her throat as he slammed even harder into her ass.



Minutes later, the man slammed hard into her ass and exploded deep inside her. He fell upon the motionless woman and fought to regain his breath. Slowly removing her gag, he kissed her lifeless lips and said thank-you.



Two hours later the alarm went and Jeff struggled from bed, vaguely aware of his dreams, just one image of a bound woman burned into his mind. He was all too aware of the wet spot on his sheets where he came in his sleep. He hopped into the shower and let the hot water wash some of the tension from his muscles. He let the shower run a little too long and found himself running to catch the L-train. If he was late one more time he could find himself out of a job. He didn't particularly like what he did but it paid the bills.



Jeff managed to snag a seat on the train and let the rhythmic rocking distract him from the mass of humanity pressing in around him. His mind wandered back to the weekend, trying to piece together what happened. Nothing was coming to him, just flashes of half remembered dreams, dreams he would rather forget, just like his weekend. Coming to his senses just in time he pushed through the crowd and got off the train just before the door closed. He was cutting it close as it was and missing his stop would have been disastrous.



Walking quickly through the crowd Jeff got off the train platform and all but ran to his office. He sprinted once inside the door and just made it into the elevator before the doors closed. Just as he hit the button for the twelfth floor he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure looking at him. The door shut before Jeff could get a clear look but he was certain the man was watching him. Pushing the thought from his mind, Jeff straightened his tie and buttoned his jacket. He tapped his feet impatiently as the elevator made four stops before his floor. Jeff exited the elevator as if he had all the time in the world once it got to twelve. He smiled brightly at Cheryl the receptionist; she grinned and shook her head, looking at the clock over her shoulder. It was 8:29, he was early.



The day went by without incident. He took a few minutes to flirt with Cheryl. They had spent the weekend together several months ago but Jeff never asked her out again. They still flirted but something in the back of his mind stopped him from going out with her again. She was just his type, tall with long legs, red hair and big breasts, neither was natural but he didn't care. She was slightly plump, he hated thin women.



When he talked to her at lunch she was worrying over the killing on the weekend. She seemed to think she fit the killer's profile. He reassured her she was safe, she didn't live in any of the areas where the attacks happened, there were 13 or 14 killings over the last eight months all attributed to the same person, none in her part of town. Inside he tried not to laugh, every women he talked to thought she fit the pattern and they varied in appearance and interests from one end of the spectrum to the other. He finally got her to laugh before lunch was over.