Vampire Fuckfest Volume One

By

Vivian Leigh

Copyright 2012 Vivian Leigh

All rights reserved.

Smashwords Edition

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Lily is on the prowl for a willing victim when Oren crosses her path in a local park. She convinces him to return to her place for a drink, but she has to hold back her insatiable inner demon and keep her fangs to herself. She succeeds for a time, but leaves Oren in greater peril when she leaves him locked in an antique cage while she goes to retrieve his girlfriend. While she’s gone, her mentor, the insatiable Adnan, takes an unhealthy interest in her entertainment.

This 3300 word short story includes vampires, fellatio, and a befuddled stud locked in a cage.

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Vampire Fuckfest Volume One

Lily sat carefully on the concrete park bench, her posture demure in the fading light. She stretched one arm across the bench and puffed her chest out, a lure for the passing men. Her tight, black tank top revealed her voluptuous curves. The matching patent leather skirt and fishnet hose showed enough skin on her thighs to be nearly indecent, though her crossed legs prevented a perfectly clear view up her skirt. It didn’t stop half the men in the park from trying to sneak a peek, though.

An amused, closed mouth grin stretched comfortably on her face. She knew the men looking at her were trying to decide if she was a working girl or an easy pickup. Fact was, she was neither, but they didn’t have to know that. She watched the men far more closely than they watched her.

She sat for some minutes until a handsome, brown haired man walked past her. His step had a determination to it, as if he had somewhere to be. On the sidewalk outside the park she’d believe he had somewhere to go. In the park it was just incongruous enough to catch her attention. She watched him pass and noticed how he glanced at her, sized her up, but didn’t gawk. The cut of his calves and the shape of his ass as he strode away were what did it for her.

She stood, ran her tongue over her teeth and adjusted her glamour. Her fangs appeared to be slightly large cuspids, her curves took on a larger, more exaggerated shape, her features refined into a classic, high cheeked model look. Her hair even appeared to have grown body and length. Other men in the park that had been looking now stopped and stared. She rapidly closed the distance to the brown haired man and increased her pheromone output. It was possible he could still turn her down, but he’d have to be a eunuch.

“Hey there, what’s your hurry?” she asked as she moved abreast of him on the path.

He glanced over and his eyes grew wide. “I, uh, I…” he stammered. “I was going home.”

She looked him over as she matched his stride. Middling height and muscular with an unusual grace to his step. Maybe he was a former gymnast? She liked that idea and beamed at him. Her pheromone levels ratcheted up further.

“Say, you want to get a drink somewhere first?” she asked.

He scratched at the stubbly beard that covered his cheeks and chin. “I really have to…”

She reached over and touched his arm. A little jolt passed between them when her skin made the connection. “Are you sure?”

He tilted his head and watched her. “A drink?”

“I know the perfect place.”

His eyes drifted to her chest and he nodded. “Okay, lead the way.”

When they reached the exit of the park he looked toward a chain coffee shop on the opposite corner of the block.

“Not that place. Not chic enough.” She turned the other direction and led him toward a more residential area.

“There’s a coffee shop in Beltmore Heights?” he asked.

“Not exactly,” she said as she slipped a little closer to him and lifted her chest. “I thought maybe we could go to my place.”

He looked at her and his gaze again stopped on the swell of her breasts. His head moved up and down with the rhythm of her chest. He looked back at her face and nodded his consent.

She led him to her building and punched in the code for the front door. He stared around the entryway, entranced by the framed artwork.

“The owners like art,” she offered.

“I can tell.”

They walked to the end of the hall and Lily slid a key from the waistband of her skirt and unlocked the door. She breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped into the apartment--Adnan wasn’t home. Maybe he’d come back satiated and leave her alone with her new toy. Maybe he’d stay out all night. A girl could hope.

“Whoah,” he said when he stepped into the apartment. “Everything’s so red.”

She watched him look from the burgundy carpet to the crimson leather furniture to the scarlet paintings adorning the walls.

“I like red.”

He looked back at her. “And black, apparently.”

“And black,” she conceded as she smoothed her skirt. “So about that drink. What suits you?” She walked to the expansive kitchen and opened a sliding hutch to reveal a liquor stash containing dozens of bottles.

“Scotch?”

“Anything in particular?” She pushed a button inside the hutch and the selection of bottles rotated until a new set of shelves loaded with different bottles appeared. All the clear ones held murky brown liquid.

“Nice. Laphroaig?” He sat at the wide bar separating the kitchen from the main living area.

She pulled a green bottle with a white label from the shelf and set it on the counter. “Rocks? Water?”

“Rocks.”

She poured a pair of drinks and handed one to him.

“I don’t think I know your name, stranger,” she said as she sat beside him at the bar.

“I don’t think I know yours, either.” He took a sip of the whiskey and watched her.

“Fair enough.” She held out a hand. “Lily.”

He bent to her hand and gave it a soft kiss. “Enchanté, Miss Lily. I am Oren.”

Lily looked at him more closely. He didn’t look supernatural, but he was far too composed and too polite to be vanilla. Vanilla humans entered the lair and turned to willing clay. He became more sure of himself. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was that bothered her, but it was something intriguing and dangerous and, if she was honest with herself, sexy as hell.

“Is that a first name or a last name, Oren?”

“Yes.” He winked at her. “My glass must have a hole in it. Would you mind parting with another?” He pushed his glass, empty but for the ice, across the black marble toward her.

She ran her tongues over her fangs as she picked it up. “Of course.”

She refilled his glass and took it to him. Her hand lingered after relinquishing the glass. She eased her hand to his arm and stroked his bicep. The feel of palpable electricity passed between them again and she could see a bulge form in his pants. She slid behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

“Maybe we should adjourn to somewhere more comfortable,” she whispered to him. She turned her pheromones back to full blast and she could see the effect immediately. The bulge in his pants visibly grew as his cock grew even harder.

“That sounds lovely,” he whispered back.