You were always good to me, and that was something I really loved about you. You were so sweet, and that really seemed like enough for the longest time! I was going to tell you that today, but when we kissed, when I started kissing your neck, I could feel the way your skin shifted ever so slightly, and the smell of your blood pulsing through your veins, I didn’t know if I could help myself as I sunk my teeth into that soft vein on your neck.
Before that I was just planning on a quickie in the living room, maybe to just give you a blow job, suck that thick cock, or sit on your face and lick my own cum off of your lips after I was done, but those plans seemed to change so very quickly once I managed to get a good spot to just go ahead and bite down.
You were shocked at first, but after a few moments you just sort of let me, I grabbed your hand shoving it between my legs as I swallowed mouthfuls of your blood, the hot liquid sliding down my throat with the same ease that coffee would have, but none of the bitterness.
I tore at your neck, not meaning too, and while I swear I heard you whimper, I don’t think you knew what just slid down the skin of your back was a slice of your own flesh, falling to the ground with a wet ‘plop’.
Your fingers slid against my slit and I moved to lift my skirt for you, so you has more access to the honeypot between my thighs, I could hear you tell me to knock it off, trying to pull your hand away, but I held it against myself, hips jutting forward as I groaned and continued to drink from you.
Two fingers pressed inside of me were enough to really get me going, my thighs clenching around your hand as I moaned and grunted against the hole left in your skin. I don’t know if I had ever once wished that I could stop, I just kept doing it either way, enjoying the way you tasted and the way your fingers would curl a little more each time I gave a good hard suck to the open wound.
I could tell you were starting to get dizzy, but I just couldn’t stop myself, you tasted like everything I’ve ever wanted put into some sort of human juice pouch. I don’t know what was wrong with me, it just felt right, that dwelling vampirism that every human may have, or something oddly poetic along those lines. What ever it was, I was soaked, in juices and your blood by the time you dropped.
I couldn’t really hold you up after that, you just fell, lifeless to the floor, the last few gulps of air you took were so raspy, and I realized then that I stopped hearing you at some point during my feeding from you, I just blocked out your voice and took in the sound of your heart beat.
When I snapped out of this daydream, looking to you from across the kitchen table, I couldn’t help but smile a little bit. You were around… and that really turned me on.
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