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Iron Maiden

Maiden. Iron Fuckin' Maiden. You've been waiting for six months to get to this concert. It all started about 8 months ago when you met Him online. You started chatting and just getting to know each other. You found that you both like the same music, the same style of clothes, just about everything. Then 6 months ago he asks if you wanted to go to a concert with him. You weren't too sure about it, you had only been talking with him for a few months and out of the blue he asks you to a concert. At first he said that he would let you think on it. Then about a month later he asked again. But this time he told you what concert he wanted to take you to. Maiden. You almost instantly said yes but then you thought again about if he was some kind of freak. Well more of the homicidal freak that is. But his plan is what convinced you.

He mailed you the ticket. Telling you that you could come or not. But how could you refuse now that you had the ticket. His plan was that you would go to the concert, not meeting till inside, that he would be wearing something that would make him stand out. When you saw him and decided that you didn't want to meet that would be fine. Just enjoy the concert.

Now here you are. At the entrance to the stadium, thousands of fans just pressing into lines as they all try to get into the double doors all at once. You look at your ticket and wonder which entrance you should head to. A security guard smiles down at you when you ask him and points you towards an entrance that has only a few hundred people in the line. When you ask him about it, he says that you have a VIP ticket, which means you get to go in the backstage entrance. You stare at him, shocked. Shrugging you head to the line and you get inside in no time. It's a little strange going in the back way. There are all the little things that other don't get to see. People running back and forth getting crazy, trying to get the concert to happen. You even glimpse Bruce Dickinson as he goes back into the dressing room. The Guide, yes you have a guide, is taking you to your "seats". Its actually front row passes. You'll be close enough for them to sweat on you.

As you make your way through the backstage the guide tells the group that at the end of the concert, if the band isn't tooooo tired, they will come back and do a meet and greet. You cannot believe your ears. You might actually get to MEET Iron Maiden. The guide slowly pushes open a side door and suddenly your ears are assaulted with the noise of the 30000 fans that are inside the stadium. She shows you that front pit. Its about 20 feet from the front of the rest of the people out there. So only you and a couple of hundred other people get to be right up front. You just can't believe that you get to be right up front. You want to kiss the person who gave you the ticket, but you haven't seen anyone that has really stood out yet.

The lights dim and everyone goes nuts, but it's only the lead band. No one special, at least not to you. You can here to see Maiden, and that's all you really care about. Other than the mystery man that is out there somewhere. The curious little band leaves the stage and the whole stadium is breathless in its wait for the band they all came to see step out on stage. The almost godly voice of the announcer rumbles through the stadium. It announces that Iron Maiden will be out in just a few moments. It calls for all of the fans to beg for them to come out. Slowly the chant begins. Within moments you join the call, MAIDEN, MAIDEN, MAIDEN.

There is an eternity of Maidens chanted, before the lights of the stage explode in the chaos of a pyrotechnic display. Fire blossoms at the front of the stage as the under working slowly bring the band up from underneath. They rise as if from the grave, the great melodic riff running through your body. The music assaults both your body and your ears. Being so close to the stage is amazing. It feels as if the music is running through your whole body before it echoes off towards the rest of the crowd. You let the rage and the fire of the band take your body and throw it about. You almost dance as if you are possessed. Even as you dance, you watch the others in the pit, and see them succumbing to the same power. Everybody's bodies seem to wither and move as if in pain but the looks on their faces is pure joy as Maiden continues on the stage. After about 5 songs you feel the need to rest, as if you continued you might not survive the night. So slowly you make your way to the side, gently guiding your body through the rest.

You are almost out of the trembling chaos of bodies with you feel a hand on your arm. You turn to attack your assailant, expecting some fool that thinks that just because you're dressed for sex means it's for him. But the vision that confronts you is even more disturbing than man bent on rape. The being that has you is Death itself. That is the first thought that flows out of your mind. It has a skull's face; eye sockets empty as the grave it crawled out of. A blood-freezing scream erupts from the center of your being but it is lost in the noise of the crowd and the band. In a flash, the being has its hand over your mouth and slowly moves you towards the exit. You struggle and fight with it, but its limbs as much more powerful than yours. It pushes you through the door and slams it shut. The voice that issues from behind the skull is low and deep. It almost makes you body quiver as much as the music did.

"Now is that any way to treat someone who purchases a ticket to one of the best concerts of your life?" the skull speaks. You just look at it your back against the wall, your eyes open and looking for an ounce of humanity behind that skull. Now as you look and have time to consider, you see that it is just a mask. A very well done mask, almost as if it was created from a face that had lost all its flesh. And the eye sockets are empty. There are eye holes in it but you see no reflections inside of them, just inky blackness. The stance of this being is human, the stance of someone with extreme patience. But there is something vaguely inhuman about the way it moves. Slow and languid, as if the mind thinks and then the body decides itself that it wants to do what its told. Then that voice rumbles out again demanding your attention, "Well???"

You speak, but it is thin and discordant, "I... I... I didn't know it was you. I though it was someone else." You flush and try to edge towards the door, still very much afraid of this menacing individual. Its hand shoots out, palm down between you and the door. You feel a hot wind of breath move over your chilled flesh. You meekly ask, "Can... Can I go?" The death's head slowly moves side to side in negation. You moan in fear, "But you said it was up to me if I wanted to meet you."

The head move back and shakes in silent laughter, the voice still lightly chuckling, "I am truly sorry, but I got impatient for you to take your eyes off of them to see me." Then just as suddenly as the death's mask was in front of you, now was the face of an impossibly beautiful man. You eyes drink in this sight. You cannot meet his eyes so you stare instead at his lips; they are small and thin, lightly dusted with black gloss. The left side of it tilts up in smirk, as if the world is some private joke. His cheekbones high and sharp, leaving his cheeks themselves almost sunken in. They lead up into the curve of his eyes, which now that you've looked into you cannot look away. They are upon the top of his cheeks, their slant more feline than Asian. And the eyes, the eyes, black as a starless night they seem to drink in all the light about them. As you stare into his eyes he speaks again, "Now, How about we go back to the concert and enjoy the rest of it." All you can do is nod, not knowing what you are agreeing to, just caught in his deep eyes.

He grasps your hand and gently moves you from the wall. His mouth near your ear, you hear his whisper, "I do love your dress, and it is quite, provocative." You blush slightly as he says this and his hands slips to the small of your back, his body almost intimately close to yours as he guides you back through the doorway into the pounding noise of the crowd and Maiden. The music's spell breaks the spell that his eyes cast upon you. All of a sudden your body wants to move and dance to the loudness. His presence is almost an annoyance because of its calming effect. You want to lose yourself in the music again. Again you hear the throb of his voice, unaffected by the music, "Go my sweet have fun, enjoy the show. We have much to discuss." Then you feel his hand gently push you into the crowd. You look back, trying to see him but just he pushes you into the crowd he pushes himself into it and disappears.

Before you realize what has happened the music's sway grabs you again and pulls you to the front. You join the rest of the mass at the head of the stage and wither and dance to the music as Dickinson sweats all over everyone. You sigh and moan with the music, its throb reaching deep into your being and pulling out all the rage and lust. You look side to side and see several couples in the middle of fucking right there in the pit. Their bodies moving and grinding to the music as they let loose their lust. Maiden is almost through their set. You know that there are only 1 or 2 more songs to go. Looking about you realize that you don't seen the man that wore death as a mask. But you are not so foolish as to believe that he is gone, that you are free of him. They head into their second to last song, and even though you are afraid you wish he was there also. So that you can feel his strength again.

Half way through the song you see him gliding through the pit, his body bending and dancing through the throng of people so that is seems that he doesn't even touch them. You stare for just a moment longer then you look back to the stage, unnerved by his seeming inhumanness. You feel his presence behind you, the power coming from both the band in front of you and the monster behind you. That's what he reminds you of, now that he is close and you don't look at him. Some kind of monster, something that lives in a back of your mind and should never be found. But this thing, this monster is alive and you can feel his hands encircle your waist. You almost try to bolt, to try and flee this being, but as his fingers touch your stomach and pull you tightly to him all reason slips from you. All you feel is need, a need for something that you cannot describe.

They start to play the last song. You are not sure what has come over you. It is as if both the music and his hands conspire against all reason and thought. You push back against him, your body swaying to the music as his hands glide up and down your stomach and towards other places. You feel his hand on your breast and the other down pressing between your legs, this causes a flair of passion, of the need you felt earlier but it isn't it. It isn't strong enough. You lean your body back, spreading your legs more, hoping that this will give you more. You look up at him, his black eyes and his world weary smirk looking down at you. The look in you eyes is pure lust, hunger, need. You cannot read his face. It is cold and almost lifeless, just for a moment it cools your passion. But then you push your ass back just a little harder with your dance and feel his hardness, the need within him pressing against you. You moan a little as you feel his fingers bunch the front of your skirt and pull aside your panties, his fingers brushing your outer lips. You tilt you head up trying to kiss him, but his lips do not meet yours instead they pass by and softly kiss your neck.

The feeling is amazing; it is as if his lips are a mini-taser, sending electric shocks throughout your body. Or maybe it was just his fingertips brushing against your clit. Whatever it was you want more, and you moan this. You feel his smile on your neck and more kisses. The song is over, but the encore has begun. His lips kiss harder on your neck, his teeth lightly nipping at your skin. His finger slips inside of you, sending shivers up and down your body. You can feel it moving in and out of you, and you feel a little embarrassed to be doing this in front of a whole stadium but the feeling he is creating. You moan again, and then fear hits you as his teeth nip at your skin again. Vampire, your mind screams but your body is trapped in his spell now. His finger moves in and out of your dripping pussy causing pleasure just as his mouth latches onto your neck. You can feel his teeth lengthen into fangs and plunge into your vein. Your life's blood gushing out even as his fingers administer pleasure.

Your hips move as your body gets betrayingly closer to an orgasm, even as your blood flows from your neck. You can hear his ecstatic moan as he drinks your body wanting him to have it all. Your mind is still free, free to fear and free to want to run away. You try and try and try to make your body behave, to break from his kiss and his fingers but you cannot. You can feel his mind invading yours even as a second finger enters your grasping hole. He is telling you to give in, to stop fighting and enjoy what is happening. The pleasure is too much, you just cave-in allowing it to happen. The blood just erupting from your throat, his tongue teasing at the wound and drawing more of it from you. You heart is now laboring to keep you conscious, then suddenly your body rocks back against his as your orgasm quivers through your body. It seems like it will never end, the loss of blood making it move in languid waves.

Your knees are weak, trembling, and barely able to keep you up. If it wasn't for him you would have fallen. You feel his finger leave you at the same time as his fangs withdraw. Then before you know what has happened he is gone. You stand there your body quaking with the effects of his ministrations. You grasp the railing in front of you and look wildly about for him. But he is gone, and slowly to stagger back. People looking at you, softly smiling at the drunken girl. You moan and try to make your way out. Someone asks if you are okay. You just murmur that you need to find him. You need to find the man that was just with you. They look at you and ask what he looked like. You stutter and try to find answers for them, but even his face is slowly draining from your memory. Gently they take you to a security guard and let them deal with you. Security just takes you to their office and lets you regain your composure.

You stand up and assure them that you are fine, that is was just too much excitement and too much alcohol. They give you the indulgent smile of those that have seen it before. When you leave the room and head outside the rush of cold air feels good on your skin. You reach up and touch the spot where you're flesh was pierced. There were only 2 little holes that you could feel. Sighing you start to look through the thinning crowd around you. You cannot see either Death or that beautiful being anywhere. You sigh again, wondering where he disappeared to. Deciding that if he wanted to be found you would see him, so you head home. All the way home you feel that someone is watching you, that someone is following you. But each time you turn to look, or stop and wait, the feeling leaves. You close the door to your house, leaning against it and looking about the house. Shaking your head you head up the stairs to your room, shedding your clothing as you go. You stop by the mirror in your room examining your body before you head to the bath. Leaning forward you look at your neck and see the 2 little holes that prove to you that the whole experience was real. You look at the rest of your body, and notice a fingerprint shaped bruise just on the inside of your thigh. You curse and moan as you examine it. Good thing no one else will see it.

You walk into your bathroom and start the tub. The water is hot and steam quickly fills the room. Gingerly you step into the bath, letting the hot water slowly close over your flesh. The hot water slowly caresses over your whole body as you sink into its sweet embrace. You moan as the searing heat fills all your aching places. You allow the water to cover you to your neck. Its heat permeating every inch of your skin, turning your from pale to almost a bright red. But the almost scaling heat feels good. You just lay slowly relaxing in the heat, letting the tension of the night out into the water. The tension flows from you and you start to think on what happened at the concert. Each time you think of it you mind goes back to the point of pure ecstasy when his fangs pierced your flesh. Tenderly you reach a warm hand up to your neck, looking for those 2 tiny holes. You run your fingernails over the skin of your neck, lightly catching on the 2 little holes, tearing away the tiny scabs that had formed. You can feel little streams of blood flowing from them, staining your fingers. You draw them to your lips and look at them then quickly lick the blood off. You moan a little as you taste your own blood. You look down and notice the watcher taking a pinkish cast as the blood from your neck streams into the water. Slowly the stream slows to a trickle then stops. The blood drying on your shoulder.

You watch all this with detachment, even though you know it should frighten you. You grab the soap and wash the blood from your shoulder. You still feel detached as you pull the stopper for the drain and attempt to stand up. You stumble against the side of the tub almost cracking your head on the back. The weakness you feel washes over you in waves as the pink water twirls down the drain. Staring at the water as it spins; you moan quietly the weakness in both your body and mind. You try again, only to make it half way onto the edge of the tub, your ass on the cold porcelain. You hand reaches out to steady yourself, the room spinning like the water. As if from a great distance you can hear whispering. It rushes inside your ear, no words to it just a soft rustling. You strain to hear it, wondering what it is saying. The weakness washes over your mind again; you almost tumble from the side of the tub. You reach out for a towel, the movement nearly enough to make you topple. But bit by bit you dry yourself, starting at your feet and working up your legs. As you reach your thighs, a slow warm thought crosses your mind as you remember his fingers there. The rough towel skims over your womanhood, the dampness of the water quickly replaced. Leisurely you rub the towel over your mound, tenderly rubbing it up and down your slit. The heat of passion quickly burns away the weakness. You whimper a little, you body wanting to be touched more. You carefully stand, not wanting to fall again, and quickly towel the rest of yourself off. The towel feels wonderful over your sensitive breasts and nipples. But you want to enjoy this more as you realize that the chill from the tiles is slowly cooling your heat.

You walk back across your bedroom, watching your body in the mirror was you go by it. The weakness of the heat and the loss of blood almost overtake you as you reach your bed. You collapse onto it tossing the towel to the floor. The cool slippery feel of your blood-red satin sheets envelope your body as you slide across them. The sheets slowly bring down the temperature of your body, the weakness slowly passing away and being replaced by the heat of you wanting again. Moaning you slither on your bed making your way into the center. You lay facedown for a moment, letting the sheets cool every inch of your steaming body. Unhurriedly you turn over, the sheets caressing your ass and back. Your fingers gradually begin to explore your body again. Oh gods how you wish they were his fingers, that demonic death. Your blood begins to boil as you remember the feeling of his teeth puncturing your neck and the hot gush of your life flowing out onto his tongue. Your fingers quickly rush down over your body, running right over the tip of your hardened nipples and down over your stomach. On head quickly slips between your legs and spreads your womanhood. The other traces the outline of the finger shaped bruise on your thigh.
The bruise is so defined that you can almost feel the individual ridges of his fingerprint. Your legs tense just slightly as one of your fingers slowly pushes past your inner lips and into your hot sucking hole. It greedily swallows your finger past the first knuckle, till it is buried deep inside. You whimper a little as you move your finger inside of you, tenderly running your nail over your inner walls. The warmth from your pussy surges through your veins, bringing a blush to your pale flesh. You unhurriedly begin to move your finger in and out of your tight hole, letting it grab at every inch of your finger. As you finger your pussy, you realize that your fingers are going to be enough. So you remove your hand from your exploration of the bruise to your nightstand. Your passion running high you almost rip the draw from it wanting what is inside. You grope around inside the drawer, finally finding your vibe. You pull it from the drawer, pure pleasure moving through your body as you turn it on and shove it between your legs. Its tip quickly comes into contact with your clit and sends almost painful delight through you. Swiftly, you remove your finger and replace them with the vibrator. You thrust the whole of the vibe into you, the very tip of it banging against your cervix. The joy you feel from its slowly throbbing length is wondrous.

You rapidly begin to move the vibe in and out of you tight hole. Your free hand reaching up to play with your breasts, pulling at your nipples, twisting and pinching them. You nipple responding turning harder and redder as you fuck your vibe deep into you. Your mind slips into a dream as you see that dark demon, his body above you thrusting his hard cock deep into you. You fingers turn the vibe up to the highest setting, the motor inside of it whirring away, pulling you further into the dream. You can feel his teeth over your neck then down to your breasts, biting at your nipples. His hips slamming hard into yours as his cock fills you to the brim. You hips rise each time he trusts making him fuck deeper into you. You scream in delight as your body shakes with your coming orgasm. Your legs wrap about his hips you shudder and twist about with your orgasm, your cum ripping through your body, tearing at the very fiber of your being. You tremble as you fall back out of the dream, your vibe slipping from your creaming pussy. It still vibrates against your ass, its tip lightly pressing against your asshole as you fall back. You look at the ceiling, almost passing out from that orgasm. You moan and quiver, reaching down and moving your vibe, not wanting anymore pleasure. You toss it to the floor and fall back again. The sweat on your body quickly drying. You shake and reach over and pull the sheet on top of you, praising its coolness. You drift off from the conscious world, your orgasm taking everything from you. But as you are almost asleep that slight prickling sensation of being watched pulls you back.

Your eyes flutter open to see him. First, you think you are just in another dream then he steps closer to your bed, his fingers reaching out to caress your cheek. As he does, your flinch back suddenly frightened of him. A soft throaty laughter rise out from his lips, his fingers a sudden vise on your chin. He leans forward, his eyes glowing red and blue flames in the darkness. You feel his cheek brush past your, his breath hot on your ear as he speaks; "Now my dear, you weren't too terribly frightened of me a few moments ago. I watched you cum as you dreamt about me."

You blush deep as he says this, remembering that you had just had one of your best orgasms thinking of him. His fingers gently tug at the sheet, inching it out of your grasp, and then tossing it to the floor. He rise back up away from you, you body naked and shining as the moon suddenly streams through your open window. His eyes move over you, the power of his presence keeping you pinned to you bed, when you want to cover yourself. Gingerly, as you watch, he begins to remove his clothing. His shirt comes off first and you gasp as the whiteness of his flesh, the moonlight washing all color from it. He languidly turns, as he undoes his belt and lets his pants slide to the floor. A little gasp escapes your lips as he stands there, his perfectly solid ass facing you with his legs spread. You can just barely see the outline of his limp cock between his legs. Just the sight of him makes your pussy water once again.

You sigh softly as he turns around, his massive chest and abs looking as if carved out of marble, his cock hanging in-between his prefect legs. Something shocks you; you notice that nowhere on his body is there an ounce of hair that you can see except his long black hair. Your body tries to move back as his demonic body slides onto the bed his hands leading the way up your body. You hear is voice in your head, not sure that his lips even moved, "This is your night my sweet, I will only take what you give." He smiles at you flashing his long lovely canine teeth. You only shudder as his fingers softly brush your legs. Ever so slowly he moves up your body his fingers tenderly exploring your body. You are paralyzed by his eyes, the flames glowing deep, first blue then red as his lust slowly grows. His fingers are almost clinical as he discovers your body. Lightly touching your knee, the curve of your thigh, murmuring apologies as he sees the bruise there. He turns you leg so he can look at it more, then he leans down, his cold but soft lips pressing against the purple flesh. A sharp electric tingle runs through your body as he kisses it, a moan slips from your lips before you can catch it. Again he flashes that fanged smile, and continues his exploration of your body. He moves higher, his fingers spreading your legs more, cold fingers touching your outer pussy lips, spreading them examining your inner lips and light covering of cum that still coats them. Gently he takes a finger and runs it up your slit, avoiding your clit as he does. He bring the finger to his lips and licks your cum off of it.

His eyes close as a growl of pleasure comes from him. He pulls the finger from his mouth and looks up at you and growl again, "I will taste fresh cum soon wont I??" You just nod. His hands slip from your pussy, leaving you wanting more of his discovery. But he is not done; he grips your hips and turns you over slowly. You wonder at why he doesn't just take you, devour you, destroy you. But you feel His fingers again, almost lovingly sliding back up the back of your legs to your ass. You feel him run his fingers up the inside of your thighs to where your ass meets your legs. They glide over your firm ass cheeks then lightly down the center, pushing them apart slightly to tease at your puckered hole. It shocks you a little as you tense up; as you do he playfully slaps your left ass cheek. You giggle a little, some of the tension of your fear leaving you. In its place grows a much more heated desire. You can now feel his fingers moving up your spine, pushing lightly down massaging your tender muscles. You moan as each muscle releases its stress. As he reaches your shoulders you feel him grip you again and turn back to your back. His face is in mere inches from yours, all you want to do it kiss him, give in to him more than you already have. You want to tell him to take you, to take your soul, to take everything, but all you can do is sigh as his fingers keep on with their investigation of your body. They slide along your ribs, the movement so sensual that you forget to be tickled by them. He outlines each rib traveling higher. Your breath quickens as you want for hip to touch your breasts, wanting his cold hands to cover the entire map of your hot flesh.

As his hands cup both of your breasts, you let out the breath that you had been holding without realizing. It passes out of you, his fingers adoringly circling your breasts, drawing ever smaller circles till he reaches your nipples. When he finally reaches them, he drags his fingernails over the sensitive tips. All this tender touching has almost brought you to the brink of another orgasm, as if sensing this, his hand move off your sensitive breasts, and towards your throat. His fingers turn your head one way then the other, looking for those two little holes. You hear the rumble of his voice again, "Hmmm, You've scratched at these haven't you. Not good my sweet, not good." His tone slightly disapproving as his face descends back to your neck. Once more you hear his growl as he kisses your wounds, you want him to drink again, take all of it you want to tell him. But all he does is kiss them, and you know that with those kisses, the holes are gone.

His kisses dance across your throat, over your jaw line and to your lips. As they touch them, you part them and invite his tongue with a little flick of your own. His darts into your mouth, licking and tasting your tongue. You can taste just the light flavor of your cum on his tongue. You try to reach up and pull him down to you but his body is just like a statue, unmovable. He kisses you with so much passion, his lips sucking lightly at your, his tongue probing into your mouth, delving deep, almost into your throat. You kiss him back, just as hard, your hands beginning your exploration of his naked form.

Both of your tongues struggle for dominance as your fingers slowly begin their decent over his body. You trace the outline of his cold chest, the blood that he took from your barely warming its marble surface. Your fingers run down his pectorals, stopping and gently teasing his nipples. They harden with your touch as he thrusts his tongue deep into your mouth. Smiling into the kiss, you rake your fingernails down over his abs, following each of the ribbed muscles. You hear a small growl issue from his throat as you bite lightly on his tongue, your fingers dancing down towards your prize. As your left hand reaches his pale semi-hard manhood, his kiss pushes you harder into the bed. His cock grows as you wrap your hand about it, slowly stroking it. Your other hand slides around and feels about his firm ass, feeling its tight muscles. His mouth withdraws from yours and kisses across your cheek, down towards your neck. You whimper with want as his cock fills with warmth and grows to full size, your fingers pulling the skin over the head and letting it go. You want to feel him inside of you even though you know that he will be too big. That his cock will be much too big for your tiny pussy. You reach down and play lightly with his balls, finding that he has not a bit of hair on any of it. You are about to grasp his cock again when his breath, cool on your ear, whispers, "Now, my sweet, this night is about you. Sometime in the future Ill ask for recompense." With that said he slowly takes your fingers from his cock and pins it to the bed in his other hand, which already has your other wrist.

"Now that I have you, we can begin." He whispers as his lips begin to explore your body as his hands did. His lips kiss at the spot of your neck behind your ear, slowly drifting down the length of your pulse. You can feel the trembling within his body, his hands close to crushing your wrists as he resists devouring you with all his being.

You moan softly, wanting him to drink, "Please." You can feel lines of fire as his fangs score across your throbbing vein. His tongue viciously licks at the little lines of blood. However, you do not feel the ecstasy of his penetrating teeth. His kisses leave that part of your neck to kiss down your collarbone. You can feel his body heaving with restraint as you feel his tongue and lips licking and nibbling over your shoulder and starting to slide across your chest. Your breathing gets heavier, straining to move against him, wanting to touch and taste him also. His hand tightens on your wrists, his kisses slowly crawling up the slope of your right breast. The kisses move in curious circles, not really following a pattern as he enjoys the taste of your flesh. Ever now and then you can feel the sharp pain in his kisses, little sparks where his fangs have punctured your skin. Each time it does you can hear him growl deep in his throat, resisting his need. The pleasure of his mouth on your nipple as he engulfs it makes you scream. You can feel a slight chuckle as his tongue wraps about your nipple as a constrictor, squeezing it as his mouth sucks more of your breast in. You thrash in his grip, trying hard to free yourself, wanting more than just the teasing. The teasing almost becoming painful instead of pleasurable. Even as his tongue releases your breast, his teeth nip the tip. The sharp feeling of his fangs makes you tremble. You beg him, in whimpers and moans, to take you.

He just smiles up at you as he lets go of your arms. Once you are free, you pounce on him, trying to push him back, trying to get him in some way to free the pleasure that his lips have sealed inside of you. In one quick impatient flick of his hand you tumble back from him, rolling across the bed to the floor. You land hard on the floor, the breath knocked from you. You look up at him, your back on the floor but your legs still on the bed. He looks down at you, a slightly amused smirk on his face. He leans on his elbow, waiting for you come back to the bed. You feel a sudden anger, knowing that the smile on his face is his way of laughing at your weakness, at your impatience for both his cock and his fangs. The anger translates into a sudden stubbornness not to move. As you lay there, his smile turns from plainly amused to a delightful chuckle. Leaning down he reaches for your arm, you try to avoid him but of course he is too quick. He grabs you by the forearm and tosses you up into the air. You land hard back onto the bed and bounce into the air. You can feel him on top of you before to land again. You are now on your stomach, his weight like a boulder holding you down. His cold body pressing down the length of yours. Along your back you can feel his hard chest and between your asscheeks you can feel his swelling cock. He pins your arms to the bed again, his lips kissing your shoulder once again. But this time you feel the swift and vibrant pain of his fangs thrusting though your skin. You blood explodes from your shoulder as his mouth locks onto is and drinks. You feel a wave of dizziness as the blood gushes out of you. You moan, wanting more than just his teeth penetrating you.

His legs push between yours, spreading them wide. As he moves you can feel the rock-hardness of his cock sliding down from between your asscheeks. You sigh as your body gets weak, his body warming as he takes what he needs from you. You can feel his cock brush against your wet entrance. You try to push, try to get some of him into you, but he has you pinned, unable to move. His fangs pull from your shoulder but as that penetration is withdrawn his hips push forward, slowly sheathing his manhood inside of you. His cockhead slowly enters you, slipping past your wet lips. You can feel the size of it, stretching your walls as he slowly pushes forward. You turn your head to the side, looking over your injured shoulder wanting to see the creature that has taken you. You gasp, seeing your blood running down his chin to drip thickly onto your back, his eyes burning again with that ghostly blue fire. Then as He pushes forward more you moan, his size immense, filling you. His cock throbbing with your stolen blood moving deeper into you. Your hands grip the bed, the pain of his large manhood filling you, but even as it hurts you beg for more. For him to completely fill you. He leans down again his breath hot on your ear as he kisses your neck. You roll your head to the side, exposing your neck to him, wanting him to take every last drop of your blood even as he fucks you. He is finally buried completely inside of you, your pussy wrapped about the whole of his solid cock. He waits for a few moments, letting your pussy get accustomed to his size. Then he draws his hips back, pulling his cock almost all the way out of you. Just the head of his throbbing member inside your lips. He looks into your eyes, as your pussy tries to suck his cock back into it. He smiles and kisses your lips, the taste of your blood on his lips and tongue. Slowly he pushes forward, sliding his cock back into you. A low growl rumbling along his being as he buries deep back into you. You beg for him to take you, your voice guttural with need, "Please take me, please just devour me."

He laughs deeply at you request, not a humorous laugh, but one of pure pleasure. He moans passionately in your ear, his hips moving now that you have become accustomed to him. Your body turns to pure bliss as his huge cock in long slow thrusts drives in and out of you. You can feel your pussy sucking on his cock, pulling at it each time he pulls out of you, trying to pull it back inside. He still has your arms pinned to the bed but your lower body is free to meet his thrusts. You push back onto his cock ever time it is buried in you, forcing it even deeper. His thrusts stay the same slow measures speed, as if he doesn't even feel your grasping pussy about him, but you know better from the small little growls and grunts that burst forth from his lips. Even as his speed doesn't change you start to trust back harder, noticing that the grip on your hands has lessened a little you push back and manage to rise up on your elbows. Once you do, his hands release yours allowing you to get fully on your hands and knees. He pauses just for a moment, letting you get your legs under you, and then you feel his warmed hands rake their sharp nails down your back, on both sides of your spine. The feeling is intense because now you know there are ten small little lines of blood running down your back. Then he thrusts forward again. You gasp in pleasurable pain as you feel every inch of his cock enter you, banging against your cervix.

You can feel every contour of his cock as your pussy devours it, the head pushing against your wet resisting walls, the veins on the shaft rubbing down them. His movement is the same slow deliberate thrust, filling you, but not moving so that it will hurt. He knows that he is just a little too big for you. But as he moves slow, you want more, you want it faster harder, so as his continues his thrusting your push back, slamming against his hips, his cock spearing you each time. As he moves, his hands grab your hips, not to stop you or help you, just to be there, to feel you move against him. You scream in pleasure as you fuck back onto his cock, its throbbing length forcing your pussy wider. You scream even louder as you feel the rough scrap of his tongue up one of the rivers of blood on your back. You feel him run up one then down another crossing to each one in its turn as you push back onto his cock. You can finally feel a release building, your pussy wet enough for you to slide quickly over his cock. The pulsation friction of his member as it slides in and out of you is nothing compared to his tongue however. You feel as if he is drawing your very self through the cuts on your back. The tip of his tongue pushing up one slit near your spine, you can even feel the droplets of blood collecting on it as it moves up. You become conscious of what his tongue feels so good. His hips move at the same speed as his tongue, so that his cock moves forward even as his tongue does, and then back down your back as his moves back.

Suddenly you cum. It is almost dissatisfying as you do. It rocks through your body, unexpected and unwanted at that moment. But as he feels your cum quiver down his cock, his hand grip your hips harder and starts to move you as he wants. You are aware now that as you cum, he is moving faster, filling your pussy with all of his cock in short, and quick, violent strokes. Each stroke brings another wave to your orgasm. Your screams echo around the room as each wave gets bigger. You push back trying to get more of him into you even though he is buried completely in you. You feel the sharp pain of his nails digging into your hips, bring more blood from you. Your orgasm is reaching a crescendo the waves now just one shifting tide of pleasure. You fall forward, too weak to support yourself, but your head is yanked back so that you have to. He has your hair in a deathgrip, pulling you almost off the bed. The pain is intense; it is almost overshadowing your orgasm. You hear the low guttural growling from him, and you know what is coming. You let the pain fall away as you turn your head, exposing your neck to him. Even as he plunges his cock back into your still cumming pussy his fangs pierce through the flesh of your neck. Your hot blood erupts from the vein in your neck. You can feel his mouth clamp down on it drawing more of the precious fluid out of you. You reach up behind you and grab his shoulders, scoring his perfect flesh with your nails. You moan as the throb of his cock inside of you pulses with the same rhythm as your heart. The world slowly fades away; all that matters in your life now is the sucking mouth at your throat and the throbbing member inside of you.
Your moans have turned to deep sighs as his finally lets loose of your neck. He drops you to the bed, withdrawing his cock, not yet expelling his cum. You lay there languid in the loss of your blood and the warm bliss of your orgasm. You try to open your eye a little wider, trying to see him again. But all you see is the shadow of death, the blood almost completely drained from you. You have no fear; you know he wants you, that he wants you more for more than just your blood. He smiles down at you though you cannot see him. He reaches over and turns you onto your back, your body listless and easily moved. You just smile up at him, waiting.

His voice floats across the void, "Mmm now my dear is the time for choosing. Either you can die here, now. Or you can drink and be with me forever. But you need to tell me that you want to live. Quickly, before you go too far down the road you are on."

You struggle to speak, to mutter that one little word. But all that comes from you is a small moan. You try with all of your being, the effort causing your eyes to roll back into your skull and your lips part ever so slightly, "L... i... v... eee." That is all you say before passing out from the effort.

His smile is glowing as the last of your will is used up. He take his cock in hand and draws one of his sharp nails over its tip, splitting the pale flesh, the mixture of his blood and yours welling from the gash. He pulls you to the side of the bed; you head almost hanging off the edge. Slowly he pumps his cock the tip swelling with blood that is quickly leeched through the cut. The blood pools on the top of his cockhead for a moment before running to the tip and dripping off onto your lips. As each drop touches your ashen lips they bring a small bit of life back to you. The drops begin to fall faster, sprinkling your lips. Your swollen tongue pushes out to lick at the life-giving fluid. Every drop that you swallow you feel more strength return to you. Moaning you open your mouth and let the blood drip down your throat, every drop like another wave of your orgasm.

Soon you have enough strength to open your eyes again. You can see him standing about you, his cock above your face, bleeding for you. You smile and asked for more. He leans forward the head of his cock brushing your lips, the blood flowing more as your tongue licks at it. You suck softly drawing it into your mouth, then sucking harder as the blood streams out and down your throat. You reach up wrapping a hand about his shaft and start to pump it. You are rewarded as you hoped by fresh gushes of his delicious blood. You smile around his cock as you watch his face, the pain of losing the blood mixed with the pleasure you are giving him on his face. You decide that it time for him to get what he gave you. You suck harder, you hand pumping his cock faster as your tongue moves over the tip. He moans softly as turn over, but your lips never letting go of his cockhead. You can now taste the power flavor of his pre-cum mixed with the heady taste of his blood. You drink deep, your tongue teasing at the hole in the tip. You suck harder and harder you hand fisting his cock, wanting to taste his cum.

Suddenly he shoves you back, his cock leaving your mouth with a POP. He collapses against the wall and moans. You ravenously try to attack his cock again, crawling with inhuman speed across the floor. He grabs you and tosses you like a doll onto the bed again. "Enough. You've had Enough." He roars and looks at you. The fire in his eyes burning a more mellowed blue.

You look to him with sheepish eyes and sigh, "I.. I only wanted to give you as much pleasure as you did me." He smiles and steps up to the bed. He pulls you up to your feet and kisses you hard. His tongue searches your mouth tasting his blood even as yours tastes your blood in his. You feel his tongue move over your new fangs; you gasp and replace his tongue with your own. You run your tongue over their length and to the sharp tip. You smile and pull from his lips. Looking at him you reach down and take a hold of his cock again. He growls at you, "Leave it. We have to go now. The sun is almost up and we need to be far away from here when it rises. Now go get dressed." He smiles again at you and smacks you lightly on the ass. You growl back at him but release his cock. You look longingly down at it, and then turn to get some clothes. You hear him whisper in your ear, "Only what you need love, it's a long ride and we don't have that much room on my bike. Meet me outside when you are ready." You feel a soft pinch on your ass and a kiss on your neck just before he jumps out the window.

You look about the room, trying to figure out what you would need in your new life. "Fuck it." You say as you slip some leather pants on over your body, and a black silk shirt. Grabbing your leather jacket, you follow him jumping out the window. You never look back as you do. Running across your lawn to his motorcycle. He has it running and ready to go. You smile at him and grab the second helmet behind him. You slip it on, already knowing that it will be a perfect fit. His foot hits the gear and you roar down the road, leaving your old life behind, reborn. His mistress of the night. You cant wait till you can feed. He reaches around and caresses your thigh, his mind telling yours that it will be soon. You just smile and wrap your arms about his waist and watch as you both race away from the sun.
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