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The man, dressed in expensive jeans and a tasteful shirt, wound his way through the crowd toward me. I knew he thought I was hot, it showed all over his face. I could tell by gently probing his mind that this would be easy. Really, not even a compliment because he’d probably go home with anyone. But nonetheless, he was sexy and dark and I wanted some of that.

When he finally approached me, he put his mouth to my ear, “Can I get you something to drink?”

I just smiled and said, “No, thank you. I’m not drinking tonight. Not alcohol.” I looked directly into his deep brown eyes. Promises unspoken.

“What is your poison, then?” he asked me seductively, his eyes sweeping over me in appreciation of my well-endowed chest, flat stomach and long, shapely legs.

“You,” I teased. “I want to drink you.”

He smiled and ran his tongue over his lips, an action that was extremely sexy on him. It’s a shame that such a beautiful creature be so corrupt, I mused.

I could feel the heat coming from the crotch of his jeans, an effect I seem to have on most of my prey. I grabbed his bulge and moaned gently. “Let's go,” I breathed into his mouth as our lips touched.

“Your name?” he groaned as he grew harder beneath my touch.

“Adina,” I said simply. “And yours is David.”

“How did–” I broke his words off with a deep kiss, my mind caressing his with thoughts of warmth and wetness as my tongue explored his. He moaned again and grabbed my firm breast in his huge hand, his thumb tracing and teasing my nipple over my silky black top. I didn’t care if anyone saw this foreplay in the middle of the bar because with just a single look around the room, they would all forget they ever saw either one of us.

“Let’s get out of here,” he begged; his mouth still on mine. “I have to have you.”

I grabbed his hand in my own, leading him like a dog on a leash. His hands were so warm compared with the chill of mine. But he didn’t seem to notice, he was too caught up in his luck at the moment.

The only heat on my body was coming from between my legs. I smiled at the thought that most believed that vampires weren’t capable of any type of warmth. Feel that, I thought. “Let’s go back to my place.” I turned to him. “We can take my car. It’s right here in the structure.”

David allowed himself to be led to the Italian sports car. All he cared about was fucking this hot broad who seemed to want him just as badly. He didn’t even care about his wife who was at home watching bad television and thinking her husband was at a fancy business dinner. Again. She’d never find out, she never did. She knew he’d be home eventually and she was content to wait for him. I frowned as David’s thoughts made their way into my own mind. I decided I despised him. All men like him, actually. They made me sick but that didn’t stop me from using them like they used others.

"Nice ride." David remarked while tenderly stroking his hand along the seat made of fine Italian leather, "You must be married to money to afford the luxury of a Pagani." His voice couldn't hide how impressed he was.

Bored, I exhaled audibly. I didn't really care about this car. It meant nothing more to me than a mode of transportation bought by illegal drug money my ex-husband had made. Money that, upon our divorce, I had been given a hefty settlement from, "It was just a little something I decided to sink my teeth into." I responded, keeping my voice controlled and emotionless in hopes that it would make the conversation short lived. I didn't want to talk. I didn’t want to answer questions or listen to stories; I wasn’t in the mood for that. I only had one thing on my mind tonight and that was to get down and dirty.

"Well, the hunk of change this gorgeous baby costs is way more than 'a little something'." He drawled, not picking up in my voice this conversation was over. He kept talking but I tuned him out until he sounded like nothing more than an adult from the Charlie Brown cartoons.

The more David gushed about my Pagani Zonda C12F, the more annoyed I got and the cooler I became. I wasn't feeling that pent up heat anymore, the pulsing in my sex ceased and it upset me. The warmth I felt from sex and feeding was the only time I really felt what it would be like to be a real, live woman; something I would never get to experience. I needed to get him to shut up but I sure as hell wasn't going to feed in the car. I certainly didn't want to risk getting crumbs on my million dollar automobile. I did happen to have a little more respect for this machine than that. Besides, I wanted more than dinner; I had pent up yearning, I wanted to fuck first.

Instead of attacking, I did what any horny vampire would do in this particular situation and tightened control over his mind. With silence settling in the car, I was able to relax in my seat and I drove the couple more miles to my condo.

Taking a hand from the steering wheel, I grabbed David’s hand and placed it under my skirt. I needed the stimulation. I also figured he would get even more turned on due to the fact that I didn't wear panties. He would enjoy running his fingers along my skin as much as he enjoyed running them along the smooth leather of the car seat.

I was right. I heard him draw a sharp breath as his fingers traced my bare folds, stopping to stroke my pleasure point. I was immediately thawed. See, I smirked to myself in the darkened car, it doesn't take much. I couldn’t help myself, I moaned softly, spreading my legs slightly, letting the warmth of that sensation embrace me as I maneuvered my car into the garage.

In no hurry to move this tryst into the house, I lithely climbed over to the passenger seat, lifted my dress and straddled David.

I began grinding over the hardness hidden in his pants. The roughness of his jeans mixed with the stiffness of his rod made the most delightful combination. I was thoroughly enjoying this foreplay; the currents coursing through me were electric. It had been a couple of weeks since I had sex and my craving was quickly rising. I briefly considered keeping him as my sex-toy for a few days and just dining on the blood I had stored in my fridge. He was as delicious looking as Lenny Kravitz and only God knew how long it would be until the next time I would have sex again. Dry spells were coming far too frequently these days.

I stopped my hip movements before either one of us could climax and way before all the licking and sucking of his nipples and neck became bites leading to drinking his life nectar. I really wanted to fuck him before I feasted. Well, maybe I would have a tiny nibble now. Usually my playthings enjoyed it. The stories surrounding vampire sex were so very true, it was so much better than mortal sex, even for those fragile mortals themselves.

I punctured a tiny hole in the soft flesh of his chest, right below the gold and diamond cross he wore. The licking and sucking motion of my sampling his blood while stimulating his nipple made him rock hard and he moaned even louder, “I’m going to explode.”

We started our seated grind-dancing again. We were rhythmically swaying to a symphony of our own composing. Our moans were a rising chorus of desire with the crescendo yet to be reached. Our hands and mouths were busy exploring, tasting, taking, giving.

I reached over David to the seat controller and reclined the seat as far back as it would go. I needed him in my mouth. Sliding down between his legs, I worked the button and zipper exposing a thick, long, perfect specimen. “Oh my, my.” I purred, “What do we have here?”

I took David’s cock in my hand and stroked it. He grabbed my hands, “Put it in your mouth, baby.”

“You have no idea what I want to do to you.” Hovering my lips over his member, I blew gently on the tip causing him to shudder. Taking him all the way in my mouth, he cried out in ecstasy. His movements in time with mine.

“I’m going to cum.” He moaned, gyrating against my face.

Releasing him from my mouth, I lifted my head, “Oh yes, you will cum. But not right now.” Teasing him, I rubbed my lips along his shaft before climbing back on top of him, “Touch me.” I cried.

“Oh I will. I’m going to touch you all over.” He nuzzled his face between my breasts, his hands cupping my ass and squeezing.

“I want you everywhere.” I was so turned on, his mouth and hands traveled my entire body. His pulled me up to my knees and wrapped his mouth around my tight nipple as his hand trailed down to my clit. He began massaging me in circular motions using my wetness for lubrication. I was so near the precipice yet I wanted to prolong the sweet release. It was beginning to get uncomfortable, cramped within the confines of my car. I needed to be spread out so I could open myself to him.

"Stop." I demanded. David looked confused so I kissed him passionately.

"Come with me. We need more room for what I'm going to do to you." I smiled flirtatiously as I led him to my condo.

When stumbled into my living room, David grabbed me by the wrist. I looked at him and realized he liked to control. Well, let's just see how much control we can give to him.

I allowed him to lead me to the overstuffed sofa where he gently threw me down.

"Take off your pants and bring me that hard, beautiful cock of yours." I commanded; not ready to relinquish authority completely.

"Take off your dress first." He dared. He wasn't used to being bossed around. I was take-charge and so was he; we were locked in a sexy struggle for dominance. It was delectable.

Locking eyes, I stood up and swayed my hips provocatively as I pulled my dress over my head. I shook out my long black hair and let it cascade down my back. I unhooked my lace push-up bra and exposed David to the most gorgeous, perfectly shaped breasts. They were all mine and I was proud of them.

With a throaty whimper, he pushed me back to the couch and dropped to his knees taking one exquisite mound in each hand and massaging them tenderly, paying extra attention to my erect nipples. The more turned on I became, the rougher he got with my tits. I didn’t mind, I liked it a little rougher. I arched my back and cried out, “Harder.” Each stroke of my nipples sent a quiver down to my clit until I felt as though I’d be the one to explode.

"Lose the clothes." I commanded. He stood up and did as instructed. Exposing a lean, athletic body and a very large and rock hard penis, he proudly displayed himself in front of me. I gazed upon it, lustily. I couldn’t help but think again what a shame it was that this striking man was such a waste of a life. A loser in every stretch of the imagination. Unfortunately, when we drink even the tiniest bit of blood, bits and pieces of our ‘victims’ lives are revealed to us, hints of hidden memories, secrets unfolded. I believe it’s called “thought transference”. I caught glimpses of other women he had been with and small visions of a woman, his wife, crying while he slapped her around, sometimes even raping her.

I stood up and walked toward him, keeping my eyes locked on his. "My God woman. You are a goddess." he exclaimed as his gaze swept over my pale, naked body.

"Honey, God has nothing to do with it." I got down on my knees and started licking and teasing the sensitive tip of his cock again with my tongue and lips, “You aren’t so bad yourself.” He was so stiff with excitement that I felt myself moistening at the very scent of him. Reaching around, I grabbed his firm ass and pulled him closer to me, his rod going deeper into the back of my throat, his cries rising in bliss.

Soon we were rolling around on the floor. Mouths and hands exploring and stimulating each other into a frenzy. Every inch of our bodies were covered in sweat, saliva and...blood. After all, I was a little hungry too. I nibbled a bit, thankful I was able to block out his thoughts because they surely would have put a damper on our little romp.

Taking back the position of control, David made his way down my body. He teased my nipples until their hardness matched the one between his thighs, two erect peaks begging for attention. Licking his way down my flat stomach, he finally reached his destination. I thrust my pelvis up, spreading myself open to his mouth. I felt him slide a finger deep inside me, angling it until it found my g-spot. With my sex in his mouth, he teased it while his finger worked inside me; I was in such a state of bliss that I screamed out his name. The intensity of the sensation was a delicious torture but I didn’t want to come yet, I wanted to prolong it, to build the intensity. So, I pulled away from his face because I needed more of him. It was my turn to play master now; I wanted to be the one who held the control.

I rolled him over and mounted myself on top of him using my wetness to glide back and forth on his shaft, massaging my rigid sex bud. The faster I rode him, the louder our cries were.

When we couldn't take anymore, David penetrated. He went in, deeper and deeper. Harder and harder. I met every thrust, pulling him further inside me. I let him do the work; I wanted to enjoy the sensation, his thickness and length taking up every inch of me.

Flipping me onto my stomach, he took me from behind while his fingers worked me from the outside. His mouth on my neck, he licked his way to my ear.

With no way to stop it and not even wanting to, I blasted, euphorically climaxing before he did. I was able to flip over and pull him closer to me, nails digging into his flesh as I hung on while the tides of my orgasm crashed over me. When I sensed he was about to release, I buried my face into his neck. Just as I felt him hit his precipice, I penetrated his neck, his blood flowing into my greedy mouth, satiating my hunger.

His shudders from his orgasm, mixed with my feasting, he fell on top of me, completely spent. With his cock still pulsing inside me, stimulating me from within, I came again.

When I felt him relax, in a state of unconscious bliss, I rolled him off of me and fed. I was ravenous from the exertion of that delicious sexual appetizer, now it was time for dinner.

When I finished my meal, I got up and went to the bathroom to shower the blood and juices from my body.

I sat naked and wet on the floor staring at David’s unconscious yet still breathing body and made a phone call to a number long ago memorized, the Garbage Collectors. They were professionals at destroying any evidence of vampire existence whether it was to erase any memory left from the encounter or to dispose of the body; that was what they did. Clues were rarely left behind and on the off-chance they were, vampires had ways to deal with them. Personally, I never killed my prey; I didn’t ever want that on my conscience but I couldn’t speak for others of my kind.

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