Free Bred By The Vampire by Emma Rose Page B

seemed to be blue, but when he had been dealing with the wolves they had appeared to be glowing red.
    He stared at her quietly and his long fangs slipped back into place with an audible click. Her delicate half bra was twisted around her belly and other than that she only wore a wispy pair of bikini panties.  Her willowy figure was more than pleasant to look at, and her proud breasts thrust out before her, the nipples hard. Her hair and eyes were dark, but seductive rather than sinister. His cock stood erect, it had been a long time since he had been with a woman. His eyes glittered with unadulterated lust.
    Chloe had run the gamut of emotions, from awe, to fear, to admiration, and finally, to lust for this gorgeous man, whatever the hell he was.  She had at first made an effort to cover her breasts when she saw him staring at her.  The heat of his gaze had driven modesty far from her mind and she was actually posing for him.  She had one leg thrust forward, the foot turned out and her breasts pointing boldly at him.  She could feel the caress of his eyes as an almost physical thing.  She dropped to her knees in the dirt of the floor, her eyes locked on the swollen bulge at his crotch, her lips parted, and her breath coming heavily.
    “Not…here,” he croaked, his voice literally dripping with lust.  He bent and lifted her as easily as he might have picked up a paper clip, and strode from the dark barn out into the now clear moonlight.  Chloe no longer felt the cold, just an unbelievable heat from the contact of their bodies.  He lay her down in the sweet grass beneath an ancient live oak tree, the remnant of an old growth forest that had once covered most of North America.  He spread the elegant evening cape he wore on the grass beside her, its red silk lining shining in the thin moonlight. She noticed for the first time that he was dressed as if to go to an opera, and wondered what he was doing out here in Grove…the nearest opera house was in Williamsburg.
    He lifted her from the sweet smelling grass, and laid her down on the rich silk lining.  He removed his coat and tie, and unbuttoned his brilliant white shirt.  Chloe climbed to her knees and reached behind him to unfasten his cummerbund. It fell to the grass and they both fumbled with the buttons of his trousers.  His erection sprang free as his trousers fell to his ankles, and Chloe gave him no options as she attacked the angry red penis.
    For Chloe, nothing else existed any more…just her and the fascinating thick cock wagging in her face.  Her parted lips went straight for the swollen glans, and the beautiful man shivered as she enveloped the head with her hot moist mouth.  The feeling of it inside her mouth was electric, exciting, and she pushed forward, worrying the thick shaft with her lips.  She wanted it inside her mouth, needed to feel the thick ropy spurts of hot semen in her throat…nothing else in the Universe seemed to matter.  His hands were at her head, pushing her away, but she steadfastly refused to surrender the rigid penis.  She needed it, and she sensed he needed the release as well.
    Victor tried to let her know that he couldn’t last long like this, that he was already perilously close to erupting inside her mouth.  It was a sensation he adored, but it usually took several shattering orgasms before a woman was willing to perform this service for him…it was for this sole reason that he usually sought out women who made their living servicing men.  For him, the feeling of a woman accepting his semen into her mouth, and into her stomach, was akin to the feeling he got when he drank the life giving blood of his victims.  He opened up, emptying both his cum and his soul into this succubus of a human.
    She stayed with him, sucking him clean, her mouth worshipping his gorgeous penis even as he slipped to his knees and then down onto his back. The thick rod did not diminish in size or in hardness as she sucked gently at him.