As we heard my little sister rummaging around downstairs, Mommy called to her through the white bubbles she kept burping up from all the semen in her tummy, telling her to come up when she was ready. I was almost ready to pop again, so I (or was it my other self? I couldn’t tell anymore) forced her face back on my penis and pushed down her throat. When I heard her choke and moan at the same time, the cum already in her stomach spilling past her lips, I lost it and began filling her throat for the third time. I was so proud of Mommy when she tried and tried to swallow more, but she just couldn’t fit any more in there. It started to gush from her nose as her eyes rolled backwards as she came, and I pulled out to spray her down again. I loved seeing Mommy coated in cum, sitting on her knees while shaking in delight, all the while holding her bloated tummy.

After a few minutes, we heard my little sis coming up the stairs to check on me. When she got about halfway up, she stopped, and I smiled knowing she’d encountered the smell of what we were doing. It might have grossed her out under normal circumstances, but this was full of the same pheromones I’d used to turn Mommy into my new toy. A few tentative steps later, she was at the door, her voice almost dreamlike as she opened it to reveal the scene.

She was only a year younger than me, but with brownish hair and eyes like Daddy. About three inches shorter than me, she was about as skinny and was even further away from maturity than I was. Her school uniform, the same knee length plaid dress, white cotton button down shirt, and knee socks I had to wear just added to the image of innocence I found hard to resist.

I knew I had to let her be the one to make the first move, give me signs that what I wanted to do was what she wanted too. It was all part of the entrapment. Thinking back, I probably should have been worried about these thoughts and the use of words I hadn’t really known before, vulgar or otherwise, but it seems so trivial now. All my attention was focused on the confused look of undefined desire that was firmly planted on my sister’s face.

She looked at Mommy and me, and I knew she could only see what she was prepared to. That’s how no one had been able to see how huge my tummy had been his morning. She walked in slowly, seeming to try and form words but fighting through the fog her mind was in now.

Mommy was too full of cum to talk, having coughed up just enough to let her breathe but the sticky slime still coating her vocal chords, so I greeted her first. It was probably as surreal as one could get when I asked her what I missed at school. I didn’t really care, I just needed her to stay and get a nice, big lungful of what I later learned were called aphrodisiacs that hung in the air. I didn’t really have to worry, as I got half muttered sentences and a glazed look that fixated on my boobies. I smiled at her and moved in, slowly pulling her towards me and getting no resistance. When I kissed her like I had Mommy, she just stood there and let me do it. After a bit, she seemed to figure out what to do, pressing back and even adding her own tongue to the mix.

It was so hot, I could barely stand it. But I had to. Mommy had been exposed for hours, and I had no idea how quickly the higher concentration would fully bring my little sis under my control. I pulled away and asked if she’d like to try kissing Mommy. The dazed half grunt seemed to say yes, so I brought her over. Mommy got up on her knees, bringing her face about to my sisters, and I watched the two of them make out. The cum still on Mommy’s lips would accelerate the change, and the way she smeared the coating on her body all over my sister’s face and clothes had me aching for another cum in moments.

Then I saw Mommy put her hand on her stomach, above her full womb, and press down. A rush of my cum flooded from her mouth and into my sister’s, causing her to gag a bit as Mommy held her tightly, keeping their lips together. Needless to say I was very upset. I pulled Mommy away roughly, throwing her to the ground before taking her place and pushing on my sister’s stomach, forcing her to regurgitate most of what she had swallowed into my own mouth.

Thankfully, the look in her eyes was not of fear, but of insatiable, if unrecognized, lust. I apologized to her for Mommy’s behavior, and told her I’d make it up to her soon enough. With that, I turned to Mommy and looked at her angrily. The look she returned reminded me of a disobedient dog knowing it was in trouble.

I knew she was merely trying to help me in the seduction as she promised, but I still had to teach her that she was not to do anything without my permission. A wicked idea crossed my mind. Now that her stomach had room, I told her that her task was to clean the bed of our past love making. She had to clean it all up using only her mouth, would not be allowed to cum till I said so, and before I wanted to use it again, or she would get a real punishment. She went to work immediately, the sounds of her slurping up my semen and both our girl cum filling the room as I turned back to my little sis.

She was rubbing her hands on her crotch through her skirt, confused as to what to do but a complete slave to her body’s need to do something, anything. I instructed her to undress slowly for me, and she did, seeming to realize my and Mommy’s pregnant bellies for the first time as she unbuttoned her shirt. When she stood there naked before me, I let her touch my tummy, and told her to kneel down to kiss it. She did enthusiastically, even stopping to lick my bellybutton clean of my cum.

If it was gonna be this easy to spread my lover’s genes around, every woman in town fit for childbirth would soon be just like me. I loved it.

I felt my penis shift again, and I knew it was reforming to fit the new breeding mare (new words and phrases again) I was about to fill. I heard my sister gasp before I felt her small hands wrap around the shaft. I was a bit sad I couldn’t see my penis past my belly, but the look on her face was priceless.

I reached down and pulled her up, pushing her so that she set her hands on the bed frame, her tiny butt pushed out towards me. We watched Mommy still slurping away for a few moments (she was making good time) before I told her to reach back and make sure I hit the right hole. I had an enormous load brewing, and her womb was getting every drop.

She did as she was told, and I felt the tight, wet lips of her unused kitty rubbing against the head of my penis. I remembered how much it had hurt my first time, so I knew I somehow had to convince myself to go slow. The first push got a groan of pain and pleasure from my sis, the second and third got the same. I kept pushing a bit harder each time, telling her to spread her lower lips before I finally, after at least a minute of trying, got the head to move in most of the way.

She was so tight I had to concentrate on not blowing right then and there. I hadn’t even gotten the head in and I was ready to fill her as never before. I pushed harder, again and again, till the head popped in completely. She groaned again, more in pain this time. I told her to play with the little nub atop her kitty, and the stretching of it by my penis made the button easy for her to find. I felt more and more wetness around my penis, and I kept pushing and pushing. I hit her virginity, making her squeal as I had. I held her in place for a moment, letting my precum wash over the barrier for a bit to lessen the pain.

After a minute or two of hearing Mommy still slurping, I thought it best to get it over with quickly, so I pulled back suddenly and rammed through. She squeaked through clenched teeth, but I knew she had liked it more than it had hurt. The remains of her torn virginity helped me as I slid slowly but surely further in, finally coming to rest against her cervix. Letting my precum build against it as well, I could feel it loosening around the tip, slowly opening up to let me through.

She screamed again, this time in orgasm, as the rest of my penis slid into her womb. I pulled her back, exposing her tummy to Mommy, and showed the woman who had borne us both the large bulge my penis made in her youngest daughter’s stomach. I pulled her head back, forcing her to arch around because of my own bloated womb, and gave her another sloppy kiss before letting her go and beginning to ram into her mercilessly.

I called her all kinds of dirty names, the kinds of names normally not said to a family member. I told her she was my bitch now, and explained all about how I was gonna make her bear my babies for the rest of her life. I told her how her breasts would grow out to make milk for them, and she’d cum as our babies suckled them and I filled her womb with another batch. I told her she’d beg for it every time. Judging by how hard she kept cuming, I was pretty sure she loved the idea.

I reached up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and letting her scream her joy, lifting up one of her legs and placing the ankle on my shoulder. She braced herself as best she could, trying to reach down to my tummy as she begged for my seed but being forced to hold on for dear life through the force of my thrusts.

I could see Mommy was clearly having trouble slurping up the rest of the cum, probably another cup or two, as her belly filled back up, but I gave her an incentive. If she finished up before I did, I’d let her hear me impregnating my darling little sister, and maybe cum at the same time.

It did the trick. Mommy forced her stomach to hold more as she sucked it all down. I could see it pooling in her mouth, blocking off her airway because there was nowhere for it to go down. I called her over to me, my sister still screaming in ecstasy beneath me, and let her drool as much as she needed to into my hungry mouth so she could breathe. No more, though. I wanted her stuffed full. I couldn’t put a plug in her throat, so I had to keep an eye on Mommy to make sure she was well behaved.

She then moved and put her ear against my sister’s tummy, moaning in joy as if I was pumping her as well. It was too much for me. My hopes to hold it back just a little longer were dashed when I heard my sis tell Mommy how happy she would be to be knocked up like this. I screeched in ecstasy, telling Mommy just in time that she could cum too, before the first squirt flooded my sister’s womb.

It was even better than when I’d impregnated Mommy. My toes curled and my hands left large bruises on my sister’s skin as gush after thick, sticky gush rushed into her. A pure eternity of bliss unlike any I’d experienced since my own impregnation, and perhaps greater. I wondered if it was just me getting better at it, or if it was that she was a virgin. I couldn’t tell which I wanted more.

I watched Mommy through the stars I saw, shaking hard as her head was pushed outwards by my sister’s rapidly expanding belly. Thankfully I had the presence of mind to pull her out of the position she was in and put her on her back on the floor. It might have gotten really painful otherwise as her belly kept getting bigger and bigger.

Mommy actually started to get a bit worried that I might hurt, or even kill her. The size of her belly was already almost as big as ours, and I was still coming. Something told me she’d be fine, and it hadn’t let me down yet, so I told Mommy to be quiet and help me finish.

She reached around beneath us, still wearing that concerned mother look, and began stroking my kitty and running her nails across what little of my penis was not buried in my sister. The inflow of cum increased again, and my sis grunted from the stretching. She looked absolutely absurd now.

I finally stopped cumming shortly afterwards, and looked in amazement that my sister’s womb bulged obscenely from her body. She rubbed her hands up and down it, staring in amazement at the perfect orb that had contained my massive orgasm. I felt a little jealous for how much she’d gotten.

Then it started. Mommy and I could see it. My sister’s eyes rolled back and she started cumming again as she saw her newly matured eggs being fertilized by the hundreds. We put our hands on her, the image flooding our brains as well and driving us to orgasm along with her.

We didn’t even think to wonder how she’d be able to go to school, much less walk, like this. It seemed such a secondary concern. Daddy would be coming home soon. I had no idea how he’d react to the pheromones or to this scene, but I knew it would be an experience to remember.

Hello… I’m Samantha and am a prisoner for eternity… I recently came across a book and was able to record my story in it. If there is anyone out there… please never let the same fate happen to you… run, and never stop running, otherwise you will end up like me…

It was a normal day like any other, my dad was at work, my mom had finished unpacking for the moment and was taking a nap, and my little brother was outside playing around… We had just moved out of Arkansas and were in a small town in Colorado somewhere… My friends threw me a surprise party a couple days before and we all got drunk and had a great time… I know it’s illegal to drink at my age… but it’s alright if I only do it once and for a special occasion… isn’t it?

I still remember that night… there was something on the news about a missing kid somewhere in our town and I was making out with my old boyfriend, Derrick, he was such a nice guy and never pushed me to do anything… but for some reason I think he didn’t mind me leaving…After the party and games and all that, I “thought” I had sobered up and decided to take my friends home since I was the only one with a car and the others had walked over and since it was so late, I didn’t want anything to happen to them with all the thugs and sick freaks out there…

While we were in the car, my friend or as we nicknamed her “Rubber Ducky” because of her squeaky voice, was really serious and kept telling me that I was still not fit to drive, if only I had listened to her and gotten yelled at by my parents for being late, maybe non of this would’ve happened. Down the road, I accidentally went on the sidewalk and heard a thump, thinking that it was probably just a skunk or rock, I kept driving and went back onto the street, acting as though it was an accident since I had been talking with them while driving.

[SoZXXX] (masturbation “scene”)

Anyways, I was starting to feel kinky and since I knew no one would barge in on me, began to undress myself in front of my mirror. I always thought my body wasn’t as great as the school sluts, but personally, I was happy as I didn’t have guys always trying to get in my pants all the time. I slowly and gently placed my hand on my shirt over my left breast and caressed it, knowing I would be plenty horny soon, I took off my clothes as not to get any stains on them. The cool breeze felt great as my nipples hardened immediately.

I made my way to my waterbed, picturing that my boyfriend Derrick was carrying me gently, I seemed to flow over there and flopped down onto it back first, as the waterbed tried to even itself out, it seemed to suck me in slightly, brushing against my nipples, then letting me go free.

My hand slowly made it down to my most precious belonging and I massaged myself, moving my hand up and down, back and forth, feeling my juices start to flow. I felt myself loosen up as I relaxed, and slowly inserted a finger inside of me, gently moving it I and out as I closed my eyes and let my hand do its job. I then inserted another finger inside of my now soaking wet gem and moved slightly faster. I pressed my thumb against my clit and started to apply pressure while moving it in circles, I was quickly going into an orgasm from pure ecstasy.

Suddenly, I felt something that wasn’t my own doing and it felt like someone else had their hand up against me, the hand was slightly rough but smaller then mine and I quickly assumed it was my brothers, opening my eyes with a glare though, I didn’t see anything. I quickly assumed it was my imagination and continued what I was doing…

I felt it again, but this time I was convinced that it was my imagination and continued to play with myself, slowly moving faster and faster, soon I was commanding it. I told it to insert a finger into me, and it did as I said I told it to give me the best fuck ever, and I soon felt four fingers rammed into my pussy as the thumb pressed against my clit with every thrust, I could feel it getting deeper inside me until suddenly it hit my Hymen and I had the best orgasm I had ever had in my life, my juices squirting out in all directions as I quickly picked up the towel to wipe up the mess I had made, I had had the biggest orgasm ever from some strange force of my own will!

I quickly though realized it wasn’t my imagination, and as I looked down, I was horrified as a hand sunk into my bed, seeming to make little gestures with its fingers as if it was waving goodbye…

　

I jumped off my bed when I saw this, and quickly changed into some clothes while going downstairs to find that my mom had woken up and was getting ready to make an early supper.

“Mom, I can’t sleep on the waterbed” I whispered to her

“Why not sweetie?”

“you’ll think I’m crazy if I told you…”

“well, alright then, you don’t have to sleep on it but if you don’t want it, your brother can have it.”

“NO!” I yelled, making my brother in the other room look away from his videogame and cock his head to the side as he gave me a funny look

“Well then, what should we do with it?”

“I want dad to empty out all the water in it…”

“but why?”

“I… I… I think there’s something inside it…”

“well why didn’t you just say so?”

“I don’t know…” I lied, thinking about what had just happened…

“well, I’ll have your father take a look at it when he gets home…”

“thanks mom!” I said as I went outside for a walk, trying to calm myself down as I told myself it was nothing…

　

Later that night after supper, my dad took off the covers and told me there was nothing in there… I started to think that I was crazy and begged him to at least empty it out to be sure. When he did empty it out, there really wasn’t anything on it and he told me that because I was freaking out over nothing, I would have to sleep on the couch while the waterbed was re-filled and heated up.

That night, I had strange dreams about how the hand came out of a wall, and slowly grew bigger and manifested into a body, and finally became Derrick and he was completely naked as he came towards me… suddenly though I felt something cold up against my lips and woke up, only to find that somehow, I had managed to slip off my nightie and had a piece of wood from the detachable broom near my golden bodily treasure.

The next Morning, I got a call from my friend Jen who had been with me the night of the party saying that Derrick had been cheating on me. Soon I was in tears as I went up to my room and got in my waterbed which had heated up over night. I screamed into it “that fucking bastard!” and went about the day mumbling vulgarities relating to him as I walked around the house and did my chores.

When I finally went to bed, I felt the familiar hand brush in-between my legs multiple times from within the bed itself. Even though I thought I knew what it was, I couldn’t care less, and finally out of the anger and irritation of knowing what it was, grabbed the hand and clenched it in my hand to the point where my own hand started to hurt. As soon as I let go, the hand stopped all movement and seemed to disappear as I went to sleep…

While I was asleep I had a strange dream about how I was asked if I wanted Derrick dead… I kept saying yes no matter how many times it said “are you sure?” or “you realize the consequences, correct?” and then suddenly I woke up as I felt a burning feeling on my chest. As I clenched my chest, the burning feeling spread through my whole body and finally stopped at my pussy. Then suddenly everything went black, as I passed out…

The next day, my little brother was going to a sleepover at a kids place. The kid was named Ben or something but I really didn’t care as I had too much on my mind between the dream, my ex boyfriend who had been cheating on me, and the strange hand… Around 6:00 P.M. or so, my parents said they were going out to eat and wouldn’t be back for a few house and I quickly took advantage of the time I had when they left…

As soon as I knew they were out of the driveway and wouldn’t be coming back, I remembered my mom’s saying about how a glass of wine clears the mind and the soul. My parents had never let me drink alcohol because I wanted to but my mom would occasionally let me take a sip of wine from one of her glasses when she poured a glass as she thought it was perfectly fine and she “wanted to refine my taste.”

I poured half a glass of red wine into one of my mothers wine glasses she collects and headed upstairs to start the bath. As soon as the bath was filled I added a bubble solution and sat in the warm water as my body had a fizzy sensation all around it as bubbles started to form…

My nipples started to become hard as I could no longer see my body over all the bubbles and I took a sip of the wine as if I was one of the actresses on T.V. Suddenly my cell phone rang as Jen called me again, I quickly jumped out of the tub, covered in bubbles and answered the phone as I heard sobbing on the other line…

“Jen what’s wrong?”

“Sam… I know… I know that you and Derrick don’t get along after I told you what happened but… but…”

“Jen, what’s the matter?”

“Derrick got in a car accident last night and was hit by a car full of drunken idiots while he was riding his bike home!” She sobbed

I gasped as I thought about the dream that night… had it really been true? No… it was simply coincidence… wasn’t it? “That’s… horrible…” I mumbled as I looked down at the ground which was now soaked form the dripping water…

“well… I have to go… but I wanted to let you know…” she said as she hang up…

I quickly ran over to the tub to get back in as tears started to form on my face and I suddenly tripped, knocking the glass of wine into the tub… “Dammit” I yelled as I made sure I didn’t strain anything…

I started to say shit to myself as I looked around in the tub full of bubbles to a futile attempt to find the wine glass… “if it had gotten damaged, mom will kill me, what’ll I tell her? Ohh mom, I broke your wine glass, no mom, I only had half a glass!” I thought to myself as finally I decided that if I got into the tub, I would probably find it.

As I got into the tub, I was surprised to find it wasn’t even a slight shade of red and soon found the glass by my foot in the tub. As I lifted it up and inspected it, I found that there was a crack in the side running along the length of the glass and automatically knew that I would probably get caught when she saw the glass…

　

[SoZXXX2] (lost virginity)

I held the wine glass up to make sure there was only a crack on it when suddenly Wine fell from the ceiling it looked like and filled the cup and the crack disappeared. I shrugged and thought to myself that I must have been traumatized at the news and went to take a sip from the glass. When I took a large gulp of the wine, I thought to myself that it tasted strange… like… like… I suddenly choked and began to spit out the “wine” and dropped the glass as I realized I had tried to drink blood!

When I dropped that glass into the water, it instantly turned red and I felt as if I was held in place by a force I didn’t know anything about… I suddenly had the urge to look up, and as I did, I saw what appeared to be a child who was 13 or 14, I suddenly took a closer look, and saw droplets of blood coming out of its mouth! With each droplet of blood, I realized that the red water became thicker and thicker until suddenly, I knew inside, I was in a bath tub full of blood…

I screamed to no avail as the child suddenly got into the tub and its true nature became revealed, his skin was rotting and part of his face was drooping as his jaw was crooked. He has a mangled arm and I couldn’t see below his waist, but had a feeling he was completely naked… slowly, the thing seemed to sink deeper then the tub until finally it was face to face with me, I let out another scream as it said in a raspy voice. “You have ruined my life and you killed me, I have granted you your wish, now you owe me your body as payment…”

As I calmed down slightly while listening to him, I saw that he looked exactly like the child in the picture on T.V. and I instantly froze, “m…m, my body?”

“yes”

“No, you can’t control me!” I screamed as I suddenly felt as if the tub was deeper

‘I don’t need to control you…” He said as I could have sworn I saw a smirk appear on his face

Before I could respond though, I felt as if the tub was filled with millions of large worms that were being pulled upwards and my whole body was being massaged and groped by the strange tentacle-like creatures. I let out a slight moan as I felt one seem to twist around my nipple and nibble on it.

Even though my body felt more and more relaxed, and even more kinky then ever before, I knew it was wrong and that this violated all the laws of nature as the strange worms worked their magic… Suddenly I felt one at the entrance to my ass and started to shake my head no and screamed “NO!” as I felt it ram itself up my as if it were shot out of a gun. I felt as if I was going to throw up as the strange worm went deeper and deeper inside my Asshole, never slowing down as if there were no bends or any fecal matter in there… Suddenly I felt it enter my smaller intestine as the undead boy in front of my suddenly approached me.

As I felt the worm suddenly enter my stomach and stop, my tummy seemed to grow wider as if it were growing inside me and I suddenly gained control of my arms again. As I reached behind me to pull it out though, I noticed that the worm was now the size of a baseball and I suddenly felt what at first was another worm come in contact with my treasure that had never been unlocked…

I looked up to see the zombie boy basically face to face with me and he ordered me to kiss him, I immediately said no but as soon as the word came out of my mouth, I felt the Worm suddenly go deeper inside my asshole and grow rigid as it started to bend my insides, I quickly shouted “yes” due to the horrible pain it was causing and it relaxed… I puckered my lips and went to kiss the rotting lips as suddenly, the strange worm entered me and the boy suddenly came extremely close to me as his over-grown nails clawed into my breasts and he kissed me, blood filling my mouth as I started to choke nd scream at the same time…

The pain was horrible as I knew what had just happened and realized that it wasn’t a tentacle that had entered me but the rotting Penis of the young boy… He started to claw harder into my breasts and the pain was so unendurable that I passed out…

　

　

Thank you for reading, I know the sex parts of this story kind of stank but part two is much, much better, I’ll only post part two if enough people want me too though…

I’m male and I am NOT single, so please don’t ask…

            Assessing his surroundings he found himself in the fair company of luxurious furnishings; the trimmings on the chair at the vanity expertly carved and upon the wall a painting of the Renaissance, one he himself might have seen painted.

            His ears listened for sounds down the hall, but the stillness assured him that all were asleep, even the evening servants.

He sunk into the shadows beyond the moonlight, only his smile catching the brilliant light as he studied her, not breathing, not beating, not blinking; staring in silence at his passion, his pleasure, his prey.

            Her eyes snapped open and rolled around in their sockets.  She had heard something, she knew she had, she must have.  Her ears pulled back and listened intently, but nothing in the night moved.  She heard the soothing sound of the wind whipping over the forest below outside her window.  The satin sheets resting over her naked flesh rustled and brushed against her, tickling her lightly, driving her back to sleep.  Nothing.  It was nothing.

            He sensed it; she had woken and was now skirting the edge of dreaming once again, so he rushed forward, at her bedside before the curtains could fall back into place.  She was faced away from him and he reached out and stroked her back with the tips of his fingers until he heard a gasp from the other side of the pillow.  Her chest began to heave, her nipples hardening as she rolled over to face her molester.

            She looked up, terrified of finding a scuffed up convict or some masked stranger standing above her, sharp blade held ready, glinting with sanguine hunger in the light of the moon; instead she found a striking, bright white face staring at her longingly from above dark, elaborate dress.  No blade, she felt better, if only slightly.  His hand moved from her back to her side, resting just below her breast, as he locked eyes with her.  Almost instantly, and with a great ease that frightened her, she felt a tingle in her stomach and released her fear.  His eyes told her that she desired him.

            She felt her lips part as his hand moved up her breast, his thumb passing over her pastel pink areola and onto her stiff nipple, beginning to rub her gently.

His thumb drew circles around her nipple, and his fingers began to play with it, rolling it playfully back and forth, and tugging on it slightly; his long fingernails dragged over them, causing her to close her eyes and breathe deep, even as his palm flattened against her chest and began to squeeze her whole breast, pulling it between his fingers, and bringing it up to his mouth, where he sucked it in and let it slide back out with a pop.  He brought his head down and planted little kisses all over her two bountiful mounds, lashing his tongue against them, eliciting faster and harder breathing from her.

His tongue ran circles around her nipples, sucking them into his mouth, his teeth playing on them, biting them, pulling them; she felt warmth between her legs and the moistness begin to build when he stopped without warning.

            He looked down at her, a bit of saliva caught on his lip as he rose up.  He closed his lips tightly together and smiled, and then lowered again, this time to her lips as he kissed her tenderly.  Her tongue parted his lips and met with his tongue and they danced inside each other’s mouths until she ceased to move.  Her lips grew tight around his and the muscles in her body tensed as her tongue slowly traced its way along his front teeth, feeling the rounded edge of his incisors, and then the protruding, razor length of his canines.  She licked the tip of it and felt her tongue begin to bleed.  He lost control and sucked her tongue deep into her mouth tasting the blood and shivering as it coated his throat.  She pressed away from him and he let her fall back against the mattress, curling her sheets up around her.

            “Oh God, who are you,” she whispered.

            “Not God, I assure you that.” He laughed.  He glanced at the digital clock on her nightstand, checking how much time he had for games. “The name is Lance of Essex, circa 1500 A.D.”

            “Are you mad,” she cried, her breathing growing hard and heavy, her words catching in her throat.

            “Why, no I’m not mad at all, in any sense of the word.” He clasped his hands behind his back. “In fact I’m quite pleased.  I have been wandering on this world for quite some time now, and have found you to be the companion I wish to have at my side into the twilight of eternity,” he said with a gentle smile.

            “Oh God, you are mad.  I’ll scream, I swear I will!  They’ll hear me!”

            “Don’t trouble yourself.   I’ll leave,” his lips curled up, bearing his fangs, as he fell atop her, bracing himself inches away from her pulsating flesh and quivering lips, “If you really want me too.”

            The scream she threatened was welled up in a ball somewhere deep in her belly as her eyes fell into his once again and she felt that overwhelming calm descend on her again. “Please, don’t hurt me,” she said, barely a squeak.

            “I wouldn’t dare.”  He raised up again, and reached along his side, drawing from his vest a knife.  She gasped and held her breath as he took the blade and drew it slowly across his forearm, never taking his gaze from her.  The slightest trickle of blood was caught on the blade which he licked off with unquestionable pleasure.  In moments the wound healed itself and she released her breath, her mouth hanging agape.

            “You-“

            “You too, if you would like; if you will permit me.”  He lowered his arm and tossed off his coat with a grandiose flourish.  “Life eternal.  Beauty, youth eternal.  For the smallest of sacrifices, a bit of blood.”

            “I can’t.” She was breathing fast and hard now, her eyes were brimming with tears, and she felt lightheaded.

            “You yearn for it!  I know it.  I can feel it from you.  You want this as much as I want you to have it.  I can free you from your nightmare, from all your nightmares and we can have it all!”

            “But-“

            “No.”  He put a finger to her lips and kissed them again, feeling her relax beneath his touch.

He began to kiss lower, her chin, her cheek, her jaw, and her neck, her throat.  His lips parted and this teeth spread over the soft flesh of her inviting throat.  He positioned at her artery and let just the slightest unresisted prick draw two drops of blood from her.  Feeling her final submission into his arms he drove his teeth into her throat, releasing a rush of hot blood into his mouth.  He drank deep with every burst of sweet fire that rushed from her until the pulsing weakened and he began to suck every last drop from her body, growing cold then in his arms.

            It didn’t hurt-- at all.  It felt like a pleasure beyond all words as she felt those two deadly fangs pierce her skin and release her blood, like a tidal wave, from her neck.  As he sucked it out of her she felt as if every heartbeat was one overpowering orgasm, even as she faded into the darkness of death, her mind reeled with the boundless pleasure of having the blood sucked out of her by her very own vampire-knight.

Her body relaxed, her eyes closed, and her mouth was left hanging loose.

He drew forth his knife again and pricked the end of his finger, allowing drops of blood to drip into her mouth and flow off her tongue and down her throat.  She began to stir and awoke with a start, her brown eyes turned an icy blue.

            The blood down her throat burned seductively and brought her out of a slumber that felt like a thousand years of relentless orgasm.  The room was no longer so darkly shaded and she could see her dark suitor in ripe relief.  He laid his tongue out for her which she took into her mouth, drawing her newly developed fang along it, releasing a torrent of blood which she sucked hungrily on.

            He moaned in ecstasy as his princess of the night bit down on his tongue and sucked it straightaway into her mouth.  He reached around her squeezing a fistful of her soft ass and drawing his finger lightly over her soaking pussy.  He pulled back his tongue and licked his lips.

            “We must go, now.” He took her hand and led her to the window where the faintest dash of dark blue could be seen painted across the horizon as the sun readied itself for the morning.

            “But how will we get down?”

            “Hold onto me.”

            She wrapped her naked self around him as he floated out of the window and skirted over the forest, away form the rising sun.  The warm summer wind felt magnificent on her bare flesh, flowing over her delicate skin like silk.

            “Where are we going,” she asked him.

            He smiled, “Away from the cities and cars and trains.  For now.”

            She recognized the lights of London and soon the English Channel.  They sailed past massive cruise liners full of people playing shuffleboard before they flew past the Eiffel Tower.  The light was growing steadily on the horizon as a castle with blue topped towers came into view, nestled against a cliff in the mountains of Spain.  They dropped onto a ledge on a cliff below the castle.  Lance lifted up a stone, a few tons at least, and motioned for her to step inside before him as he closed it behind both of them just as the sun broke out for the dawn.

            To their right the end of torch flared up as Lance drew it up from its iron holster.

            “This way.”

            He took her hand and led her through a damp, stone tunnel with a low ceiling they both had to bend down under to pass through.  After a small bit of stooped walking in the curving shaft, a soft light appeared along the side of the stone wall.  They turned the corner into a room built into the very rock of the mountain.

            On the other side of the room, directly in front of them, was a massive four poster bed with gold trimmed pillows and the fluffiest of comforters.  There was no fireplace or anything of the sort, but the room felt warm nonetheless from the combined heat of the hundred or so red and white candles around them.

            “Where…where are we?  What is this,” she asked as she edged cautiously inside.

            “An old sub-dungeon.  A secret place for the original residents to hold those they didn’t want found.  There used to be a hidden stairwell to the main building, but they sealed it up after suspicions arose.  No one knows that it’s here.”

            She looked at him with a smirk, “What? No coffin?”

            He threw back his head and laughed harder than one might expect.  He walked over to an old table and pulled off his vest, tossing it onto an old chair.  He eyed her as his hands began to undo the buttons on his shirt, moving with a deliberate slowness, taunting her as he revealed, inch by inch, a perfectly chiseled chest down to the rolling hills of flesh that were the muscles on his stomach.  He let go and the shirt fell and hung down around his pants where it was tucked into the sides.  He reached behind him and tugged the shirt out of his pants and threw it to the floor, raising his arms out to his sides.

            “Lilith.  Come.”

            She raced at him, falling to her knees in front of him, and reaching up, digging her nails into his flesh, drawing beads of ruby blood from his chest.  She sprung to her feet and closed her mouth over his wounds, licking the slowly dripping blood into her mouth.  He moaned; there was still a touch of warmth from her surrendered life on her lips.  She stepped back and spread a hand out on his breast and pushed him back against the bed, there falling to her knees again as she tried to pull his long boots off, finally resorting to break the buckles and tear the leather.  His skintight pants, unabashedly revealing the outline of his eager penis, were the last in her way.  She struck out her fingernails and shredded the fabric, tearing the pants off in tatters as his cock sprang free into her hands.

She let it brush over her face as she moved up, planting violent kisses down his stomach, his pelvis, and up his shaft until she took the raging hard cock into her mouth.  Her lips quivered as she tasted the precum on her tongue and quickly discovered that she could take him all the way into her throat.  She swallowed with his cock down her throat and he grasped the sides of her head, thrusting ahead, deeper.  She pulled her head back, took a deep breath, and began to rapidly rock her mouth back and forth over his cock, swirling her tongue around the tip as she created a warm, wet suction around the whole thing.  He grabbed a mass of dark hair and began to thrust into her mouth, fucking her face until his body went rigid and he began to cum, shooting his hot sperm down her throat.  He withdrew slowly as she sucked the last drops from his limping dick, squeezing every last white drop out onto her tongue to swallow.

He grabbed her shoulders and tossed her onto the bed, spreading her legs and pulling her hips to the edge as he did.  He pulled the soft lips of her pussy apart and gently, almost curiously licked the outside.  In moments her pussy started to glisten as her juices began to flow.  He pushed his tongue in a tiny bit and felt it, the barrier.

He chuckled, “A virgin.”

“Yes.  For you.”

He smiled, “Every day, from hereon to eternity, a virgin.”

She grew alarmed, “No!  It’s yours!  Take it, please!  I need it!  I need you inside me.  Fuck it out of me!”

He laughed softly and brushed a few hairs away from her cheek, “No, you need to understand.  We are at the start of every night as we were when we died.” He ran his hand down her side. “And so you shall be a virginal goddess at the start of every waking night.”

She glanced around in confusion, “What if I don’t sleep?”

He laughed again, “You will sleep.  We all sleep.  Now lay back.” He pushed her down with the tip of a finger and dove back into his work.

His tongue fell between the folds of her vagina and traced their way around, tensing and relaxing Lilith at the same time.  When the wetness from deep within her began to drip out and onto the floor his tongue lashed out and drove deep inside her pussy, swirling around, teasing and touching every inch it could before pulling out and going back in again.  Her moans followed one after another, increasing in rapidity and he withdrew his tongue and set it to her engorged clitoris, spreading his tongue over her whole pussy and licking up and over her clit eliciting a loud, animalistic groan that reverberated throughout the stone room.  His tongue drew circles around it, flicked it; he nibbled and teased it; he traced each cursive letter out on her even as she mashed her pussy against his face, her thighs closing around him and her hands digging into his skull.  But a Vampire needs no air and he journeyed on, never pausing, never ceasing his skilled barrage of centuries’ honed tongue fucking until suddenly her body arched and a vicious scream escaped her lips as she orgasmed, drenching his face in her warm juices.

She released him and collapsed, her hands between her thighs as she curled up on the bed, giggling softly and manically as she came down from the high.  Lance rolled over against the bed and lifted a bit of the comforter to wipe his face.

He heard her breathing steady and the bed creak, and then a hand on his shoulder.

“I need you, now,” she panted.

Lance flew up to her side.  Still weak from her powerful orgasm, her legs fell open lazily as he crawled between them; his cock was suddenly hard again.

She grabbed him by the neck, “Don’t tease me, fuck me.”

Lance bit his tongue eyeing Lilith dangerously as he raised his hips and slid his aching member down her belly, through a small patch of soft pubic hair, and then slowly along her pussy, lubricating it with her flowing cum.  She gritted her teeth as she waited for him, feeling his chest expand between her hands as he inhaled, feeling the thin layer of sweat forming on his body.

He thrust forward, tearing through her virginity without mercy and filling her hungry cunt with his engorged cock.  Lilith breathed a faint scream and clasped her arms around his back as she felt the pain of her shredded hymen course through her body.  Slowly he pulled back and thrust in again, and again, and again.  The pain began to pass and she began to feel a powerful elation and incomparable pleasure as he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy.

Lance grabbed her hands, and held them up behind her head with one hand, taking her neck and jaw with the other and twisting her face up and away as he fell forward into her throat, driving his teeth into her and sucking deeply on her flesh and blood.  Lilith began to pant and squeezed her eyes shut as she encountered wave after wave of preternatural pleasure.  His cock was a never-ceasing force, slamming into her, pounding a seemingly infinite bliss through her as his mouth sucked her neck, his tongue flashing over her wounds, tickling nerves she never felt; his undulating torso rocked against hers, and an aura of pure sexuality poured out of him into her.

The vampire blood of Lilith infused into his experienced body gave him power he never imagined.  His cock began to grow inside of her as it filled with her blood, pushing against the sensitive walls of her pussy, driving deeper and deeper, slamming up against the very back of her vagina, filling her whole; his thrusts came faster and harder as his freshly fed muscles reached a powerful level of invigoration.  With absolute precision he pulled all the way out of her and thrust all the way back in, over and over and over.

She pulled him close to her, as if she was trying to pull the whole of him inside her as she moaned ever louder and started to buck wildly, pushing her hips up against his.  Without warning she grabbed his shoulders and flipped him on his back, his teeth tearing from her neck.  She clasped a hand over the wound and waited for it to heal and then dove at his neck and sucked her first blood meal from him.  Finished, she raised up, tossing back her hair, and digging her fingers into his chest began to bounce forcefully on his cock, her passion cream dripping over his balls and matting the hair at the base of his cock.

Their moans filled the room as she fell against him, wrapping her arms around him as he lifted his hips, jackhammering her pussy with such power that in moments she cried out, orgasming violently, squirting her hot honey all over his cock; Lance followed immediately thereafter, thrusting his cock all the way inside her, his pleasured howl cracking a mirror on the wall, and sliding his body over hers as he shot his sticky load deep inside her.

With gritted teeth and ragged breath he rolled off of Lilith onto the sweat soaked comforter.  He was still half blacked-out from the orgasm, but as his senses came back to him he slid of the bed and onto his knees at the edge, pulling Lilith’s hips with him.

She reached out a hand, “No, please, my God, no more.”

“Relax,” he pushed her hand away and spread her legs.

He immediately found what he was looking for.  Her pussy and thighs were covered in her virginal blood and his tongue made an uncontrolled launch for it, lapping up every spattered inch and finally closing on her blood and cum soaked cunt and sucking every last sweet juice out, forcing a cry from Lilith.

When he was done he leaned back and wiped his lips with the discarded shirt lying next to him.

“Are you quite finished,” she asked him with a smile.

“For now.”  Lance stood up and lifted Lilith into his arms as he tore the comforter off the bed, revealing white silk sheets and placing her back down.  “We’ll sleep now.  When night comes we raise and feed.”

He laid next to her and smiled.  Lilith reached out a finger and stroked his fang.  “And we do this-“

“Every night,” he returned, “for eternity.”