Vampire Innuendo

Alessa ran her tongue across her fangs, relishing the salty, wonderful taste of fresh blood. She wasn't quite sure what it was about the red stuff that made her so ravenous, was it the way it smelled? The stickiness of it? Or was it the intimate act of stroking one's pale throat, piercing that delicate vein with her fangs so they came undone like ribbons, gushing the precious red liquids into her waiting mouth. She hadn't developed the taste for blood until the age of sixteen, when she was out hunting with her brothers and sisters, lapping up the blood of everything from rabbits to some unlucky humans wandering out by themselves on the outskirts of the dark woods. 1

Now, at the youthful age of eighteen, Alessa marveled her slim, slinky build in the bathroom mirror. She had shoulder-length black hair sleek as a horse's mane, snowy white skin, a lush mouth, and beautiful dark blue eyes that blazed with defiance. Her body had grown into a sinfully shapely woman's: full round breasts, long colt-like legs and nice full hips that swayed as she walked, torturing whatever male with thoughts of having her. Of course, Alessa was picky when it came to mates or MATING for that matter...so losing her virginity with the right vampire had to be memorable. 2

Wearing nothing but a flimsy white nightgown, the innocent-looking vampire turned away from the mirror with a silvery flash of jet hair, grinning at the seductively dressed man whispering her name in the opposite corner of the bedroom. Alan was a real treat for the eyes: sheer black leather, black gloves and handcuffs on his belt. He had killed a police officer that was out searching for a suspected car thief in the bushes at the Queens Central Park. To Alessa's delight, she could still smell the officer's blood on the black fabric, which was now so kinky glued to Alan's deliciously chiseled form. Her mate was gorgeous, with bright blue-gray eyes, a full head of thick, silky blonde hair, and lips that could surely explore every aching inch of her before the night was through. Alan, according to the townspeople, was a bloodthirsty monster who enjoyed preying on innocent human victims late at night to satisfy his need for blood. Other times, it was the fierce need for sex that the twenty-three year old vampire most desired. 3

"Come over here, sweet fang", Alan waved a gloved hand at her, his blue eyes flashing devilishly. "Don't make me handcuff you to the bedpost."4

"You...look...hot." Alessa suddenly felt so plain in her thin white nightgown, compared to the smoldering blonde hunk that was now hypnotizing her in his eerie, penetrating gaze. She could smell the cologne on his skin, even the whiff of his wavy hair, which emitted the scent of candy and rose petals. Damn, he just looked so fine!5

"Don't be shy", he whispered, touching her cheek with the back of his hand. "You're afraid of me, aren't you? You are afraid of the things I will do to you...the way I'll make you feel..."6

"Just be gentle", Alessa breathed in his ear. He responded by kissing her, full lips tugging at hers, velvety tongue probing the wetness of her warm, begging mouth. She had never "made out" with anyone before, so kissing this handsome stranger was especially arousing, as was running her hands through all that glossy, well-groomed blonde hair...7

Alan circled her nipple with his thumb, then the other, flicking his tongue against the white cloth until they became dark little pearls. Almost purring, he slipped his head under her gown and covered one breast with his mouth, intensely suckling at the nipple so Alessa writhed underneath him. She felt a wetness spread like warm, sweet nectar between her legs, making her vagina slick and sticky. Her mate peeled off the nightgown and tossed it to the floor. Admiring Alessa's exposed nakedness, the marble smooth flesh almost etheral in the scant moonlight, he drew a finger from her full breast to the middle of her flat naval. There was a strange, wine-colored birthmark in the shape of a halo by her bellybutton, and Alan made sure he kissed it, tongue flicking. 8

Alessa groaned softly, a tangle of black curls framing her small, dainty features that made her look like a helpless porcelian doll. She shuddered, her body flaming with passion, every secret part of her fondled and caressed under Alan's skilled hands. She had to grab his broad shoulders when he spread open her long legs, spreading apart her pinker, more sensitive assets like the petals of a delicate flower. His lips and tongue licked that wet, aching clit, making her spasm in violent orgasm. When Alan inserted his finger, she thought she would surely come on his hand - and how embarassing would THAT be! The only time Alessa had examined her clitoris was when she was alone, locked in her room, or taking a bubble bath and that strange, throbbing need threatened to consume her. Now there was a man touching that part of her, pleasuring her, pumping that gloved finger hard and fast. Alessa cried out, gripping the bedsheets with all her strength, the nearness of a frightingly explosive, powerful orgasm about to erupt deep inside her. Sensing her tightness, Alan withdrew his wet finger. He climbed on top of her, still in that black uniform that oozed sex, the huge bulge evident between his legs. 9

"I'm going to enter you now", he said, kissing her throat. She waited in anticipation as Alan unbuckled the belt, his handcuffs jangling as he dropped it to the floor, then unzipped the pants slowly, so slowly...10

She felt herself blush as his penis sprang out, large, dark and beautiful. He then made her stand up against the wall, picking up the handcuffs and taking hold of her wrists from behind. 11

"You're under arrest", Alan said in a firm, booming voice. "Such a naughty girl, always breaking the rules."12

"Don't be cruel, officer", Alessa said in the whiney, dramatic voice of a slutty fifteen-year old, playing along with his delicious game. "I didn't mean to be so bad! Maybe you can show me how to behave better next time."13

"These too tight?" He clamped the cuffs shut on her wrists. 14

"No they're fine, babe." She spread herself for him, letting out a cry as his penis pushed through her opening, past her soft lips and plunging deep within her hot, slippery core. There was a slight twinge of pain but not much else, just a hot, tingly need for him to move...and moving he did. Alan began to rock his hips against her, forcing her against the wall with each hard, urgent thrust. The cuffs bit into Alessa's skin every time he thrust, but the pleasure that swelled up inside her was almost too much for her to bear - every part of her body tightening, humming with pleasure. 15

"Fuck me!" Alessa shrieked, shuddering as the orgasm took hold of her body; ruthless, electrifying, shatteringly intense. Alan came with her, his own cries filling the small bedroom, his polished leather squeaking when he gave two more savage thrusts before throwing back his head in pure, satisfying agony. 16

"How was that for a first time?" He asked her afterwards when the two of them were lying naked in bed, Alessa's head resting on his naked chest. 17

"Better than chocolate", she said, winking up at him. 18

"Better than blood?" He asked. 19

"That's pushing it", Alessa chuckled, and the two of them laughed together. 20