Erotcia Vampires: Part One
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Max stooped over the edge of the building. A cool breeze wafted down the street. Night fell hours ago. A dark blanket covered the city. The humans did their best to fight the oncoming darkness with their lights and electricity, but there was no winning against the departure of the sun. Darkness prevailed every night. The rest of the world needed its time to bask in the glory of the day, but not everyone lives and breathes for the daylight hours.
A shadow fluttered between the buildings. The window creaked open. Max reached in, pulled the curtain to the side and fastened it to the wall.
He slid into the room and cut the bedside light.
A thump came at the door. Max slipped back through the bedroom and lifted himself out of the window. A fluttering sound followed his departure. The curtains moved back and forth, almost waving goodbye to him. He knew the room. Those curtains just as well. He parted them most nights. Just like the man in apartment 18C parted his wife’s legs.
Max loved to watch. He thought the couple instinctively knew he was there. He thought they enjoyed knowing that he watched them.
Max settled down on the edge of the building across the way. He leaned against a gargoyle that guarded the corner of the building. A blurb of shadows came crashing into the bedroom he had just left. The two of them kissed madly.
It almost always ended like this.
Max hadn’t missed it in weeks.
The man, Rich, was hung like Max. Maybe even a little larger, which was a feat in and of itself. Max prided himself on his length AND girth.
He loved to watch Rich make love to his wife. His pulsating rod disappearing between her legs. The always present shock of such mass fitting into the tight crevices of the snatch he had procured for the rest of his life.
Lori got it most nights from Rich. She knew what she had, and she wasn’t letting that thing go.
Rich was better looking.
Lori might be a seven, maybe an eight and a half after a glass or two of wine, but she played the wife through and through.
She knew exactly how to take care of her man.
And Rich knew how to take care of her.
They made a beautiful couple, and Max enjoyed watching them take care of each other in and out of the bedroom.
Someday, thought Max. She’s out there.
Lori fumbled with Rich’s tie. She gave up after a few tugs, then dove down to his pants. She ripped the belt out of the loops and sent it flying across the room.
Would have been nice for a spanking, thought Max. Oh well.
Max pulled out his own growing cock and massaged the tip between his fingers.
Lori bent down. She grabbed her husband with both hands. His cock flopped out of his trousers like a hunk of meat.
Lori’s eyes bulged from insatiable desire. Even after three years, she still hungered over his cock each time she saw it.
Max could tell from her scent that half the time Rich wasn’t invading her, she wished that he was.
Lori slipped the tip of his cock between her lips. As soon as she wrapped her lips around his enormous head, the rest of his dangling cock twitched. Lori swayed back and fell against the bed as Rich’s cock swelled inside her mouth.
“Take that cock, baby,” said Max as he lightly grazed his own cock.
Lori’s head retreated further and further until Rich had to take a step back to accommodate his length and not break his wife’s neck.
Lori knew exactly how to handle a man like Rich. She had trained for years.
Her game face took over as she slobbered all over his head to make sure he had all the lube her mouth could produce.
Saliva dripped from her chin. A long stroke of Rich’s manhood took the string of spit from her chin down to the very base of his trimmed pubes. She ran her hand up and down his shaft and twisted whenever she reached the crown.
Rich’s head rolled back as he cupped Lori’s head in his hands. She put one hand on his belly to make sure he didn’t push down into her too far. Rich was big enough to unhinge her jaw if she let him. Lori loved her husband enough that she would if he asked.
Max loved watching the devoted wife service her husband.
After several minutes, Rich put a hand under his wife’s chin and raised her up. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed her full-on. Then he grabbed her by the waist and twirled her around. One hand at the middle of her back pushed her over. The other hand pulled her tight skirt over her plump ass.
Fuck the tease. Easy entry for her knight in shining armor.
Lori never wore them. Max had followed them on more than one occasion.
Lori would take her husband in the park, in an alley.
She sat on his cock in a crowded subway car one night. She had taken his dick out while they were smashed together. She used her coat to cover her lap as she pushed him down into an empty seat while the doors opened and people cleared out. She released a startling gasp when he shot straight up to her gut. The look on her face told Max she’d either sat on a pole or snorted gasoline.
Lori didn’t care where they were as long as no one else got a shot of her husband’s package. That was for her eyes only, and she definitely wasn’t sharing. She was too scared of losing him. And the way she treated him, there was no way Rich would ever leave her.
Their love ran deep and their passion even deeper.
Max wanted that. He longed for it.
It’s what drew him to their window so many nights.
Their heat for each other consumed all the oxygen in the room and spread out through the windows like an untamed wildfire.
Centuries of living has a way of jading you against much of life’s comings and goings, but sometimes you get a glimpse of something special, something you just can’t take your eyes away from. Something so fresh and beautiful that you have to look. You have to marvel.
Rich and Lori.
They’d die an old happy couple. Max was sure of that.
Rich pulled off his tie. He grabbed Lori’s arms and secured them behind her back while Lori begged him to enter her.
Max smelled her scent from across the street. His cock stiffened. The blood vessels wrapping his trembling cock felt like they’d jump through the skin. He stroked himself back and forth, stopping for a brief twirl at the tip before sliding back down.
Rich leaned over his wife. He grabbed her by the head and jammed his tongue inside her ear.
Lori squirmed then begged with a whine. “Please. Stick that beast in me, please, baby.”
Rich pushed off her back. He kicked one leg open then flicked his foot at her other leg. She sunk further into the bed. He stood off to the side then laid a large hand on his wife’s ass. The smack echoed out the window.
Max winced. “Hell, yeah.”
Rich pulled back and laid another one on the opposite cheek.
Lori screamed as he came down once more.” Baby. Fuck me!”
Rich grabbed his cock and ran his hand up and down the slobber-covered shaft. Then he walked around to the head of the bed and pulled off one of the king-size pillows. Lori gazed at him like a hungry lioness, licking her lips as he walked back and forth, his cock bouncing like a lance in a medieval jousting tourney.
“Fuck me, baby!” she begged.
Rich slid a hand under his wife’s belly and lifted her just enough to slide the pillow under. Then he came down hard on her ass again.
“Fuck that pussy,” said Max through gritted teeth as he worked his own cock.
Rich slid between her legs. He placed his palms on her ass cheeks and pushed them up, revealing the lovely pink flower beneath. He stuck his fingers in his mouth, then slipped his wet digits into Lori’s pussy. His fingers explored until he twirled them up and swiped against her g-spot. Lori shook on the bed.
A longing moan escaped her lips.
Rich pulled his fingers out and came down hard on her ass again.
Lori shuddered on the bed.
After a quick slide up and down his cock, he buried himself deep inside his wife.
Three years they had been married. They had dated for two before that.
Five years she’d had his cock, yet every time she received him, her look remained the same.
Complete and utter shock.
He took her breath away.
Not the cheesy romance swoon, but in the physical sense that once his cock reached inside of her and tickled her belly, she literally lost a breath.
In a sense, that cock could kill her and she’d go a lucky woman.
Rich tugged at the tie that bound Lori’s wrists.
Her plump ass cushioned some of the blow. A smaller woman could never take all of that manliness. Lori’s ass saved her.
Rich took it easy at first, but once he got going, Lori demanded more.
“Fuck me!” she screamed.
Not one to disappoint his queen, Rich tore into her. He let go of the tie and plowed into her over and over, his hands resting on her hips.
“Fuck that bitch,” said Max, stroking his cock to the rhythm.
Footsteps startled Max. He closed his eyes and honed in on the scent almost immediately, then continued stroking himself.
A hand wrapped around his waist. Another came up under his arm with a wine glass.
“Got you a treat.”
Max sniffed at the glass.
“Let me take that for you.” Selena slid around in front of him and took over where Max had left off.
Max had lived a hundred lifetimes or more. He had stopped counting a long time ago.
Existence is everything to a vampire.
It’s all there is.
All there ever will be.
Existence in a dark life.
That’s an existence. That’s all.
It’s not that he longed for the light, but Max hated being relegated to the darkness without a choice. He hated the death of choice. The absence of free will.
All these humans who came in and out of the doors to the old warehouse Max’s coven used for the blood drives – most of them without purpose, most of them without a clue in the world about what they wanted, most of them wearing skin suits and prancing about their lives – didn’t know fuck-all about life, death, or anything remotely in between.
And most of those that Max saw – he could hear the voices in their heads – were just as lost as the next person, each of them just doing what the other person did because they didn’t know any better themselves.
No better than zombies (mindless vampires, now extinguished, as far as Max knew) during the Middle Ages. The zombies had threatened to wipe out the food supply, and the vampires came in and took care of business.
Max didn’t know if they’d resurface. He hadn’t thought about it since they killed off the last one. Zombies were no more than vampire transformations gone bad. Mindless freaks of nature, kind of like the people going in and out of the doors below.
“But this one. This one,” said Max as he sniffed the wine glass, “is different.”
He swirled the glass beneath his nose again. Never before had he smelled the blood of a woman quite like this.
The experience was like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, or even finding the end of the rainbow, period. Realizing that you just did something that most everyone else will never have an opportunity to do. You and you alone were awarded the special prize, effectively setting you apart from your peers – not because you found it, but because it found you. It chose you. You, among all the others, were deemed worthy enough to handle this precious gift. And you and you alone now owned it.
A deep inhale confirmed it. This is the one.
Her body, face, hair, and nails began taking shape in his mind. The very code of her DNA spoke to him. Max’s abilities enabled him to put together the perfect picture of this woman, and she now danced in his head above the rim of the glass hovering at the tips of his lips. He was now taking her inside of him. The rest would be ceremony.
“She’s not what you think, Max,” said Selena.
“You’re not finished,” he said, only acknowledging her presence with his voice.
“Asshole,” she mumbled over a mouthful of cock.
“You’ve known my intentions for decades now.”
“That doesn’t change anything,” she said, returning to his member.
Max looked across the way into the apartment, then back down at the glass in his hands and took his first sip. His first drink of the woman he would soon take.
It started with the aroma. The scent of this woman filled him completely.
He dipped his tongue ever so slightly between his lips for a taste – just something to savor. A current immediately popped onto the tip of his tongue and worked its way into his mouth. An energy he hadn’t known since the first time he tasted a human filled him. It was as if her essence shot into the very veins of his body through the capillaries in his tongue and began coursing through him inch by inch.
It filled him with a joy he hadn’t known since he was younger. Since before he had become a vampire. Since he had played outdoors in the sun on the rolling green hills of Eastern Europe in the springtime. This woman was made for him. She was constructed, bit by delicate bit, down to the very biological code, to be the perfect complement to the man now tasting her.
Little did she know... she was claimed.
“She’s married, Max,” lied Selena.
“That can be taken care of.”
Max watched his partner in crime across the way shake his hips and spill his seed into his loyal and most precious wife. Max reached down, cupped Selena by the back of the head and emptied himself into the back of her throat.
“Where is she?” said Max.
Selena stared up at him. A string of cum hung from her chin.
“Fine.” Max closed his eyes. “She’s still downstairs taking the customary juice and cookie. Staring at the others. She’s not a socializer. She’s by herself.”
“You know her that well, huh?” said Selena.
Max raised his glass. “I know her intimately. Better than she may know herself. Thank you.”
Selena stood up and wiped the string of cum off her chin before licking it up. She bared her fangs at Max and broke the glass in his face. “What am I?”
“I don’t have time for this right now.”
“You never have time. It’s only convenient when I do.”
Max walked to the edge of the building and looked down. One minute he teetered on the brink of falling 15 stories and party-crashing the pavement; the next, a shadow enveloped him then drifted down the side of the building.
The couple had nearly jumped into the road. Max reached out and grabbed the woman by the arm before they did.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to…”
“Where the hell did you…”
Max pointed at the door to the warehouse. “Sorry. I was in a hurry. Are you ok?”
The spooked couple huddled together then shuffled down the sidewalk and out of sight around the corner.
Should have come in from the side alley, thought Max.
This one was already causing him to act erratically. And he loved it. He felt alive. As much as a vampire could.
Max pulled open the double doors and strode into the lobby.
In the winter, they put the second set of doors back on the hinges. That needed attention before the next drive. The chilly breeze followed him in and lifted his top coat. An entrance fitting of someone with Max’s style, charm, grace, charisma, and, of course, his size. Half of the auditorium style floor turned and watched him make his way through the crowd of volunteers and blood donors.
Over two dozen nurses sat at stations around the old basketball court and sucked the life out of the donors who had shown up to do their good deed for humanity. Little did they know, they were keeping the vampire population fed for the next month.
Like it or not, vampires feed.
And like it or not, it had to happen. Willingly, although unknowingly, was better than unwillingly and deadly.
Max and his coven hadn’t killed (not that Max was aware of) for years, not since maybe before the Vietnam War. He did have knowledge of other vampires going rogue in times of distress and natural disasters and indulging their most primal of urges, to hunt and to feed. But Max was far removed from that lifestyle. He was on a different kind of hunt now. And his prey sat on the other side of the decrepit gymnasium.
She sat crossed-legged, staring mostly into nothing. A set of curtains separated her from a workstation where an emergency doctor had set up shop to take care of anyone who needed any emergency medical attention while donating. It rarely happened, and when it did, it turned out to be mere chance.
The doctor on duty usually ended up meeting a young woman he could use as an assistant for clinical research or some other obscure reason he came up with to get her in the sack. Otherwise, the doctor or two that showed up made the rounds and checked to make sure the nurses had everything under control, which amused Max because the nurses did most of the work and had more of a handle on things than a lone doctor.
She wore a plaid skirt, flats, and a black sweater over a white blouse. She pinned her hair up in the back; her brown bangs swung over her left ear. She faced the wall, looking into the distance at nothing in particular. Even from the side, Max saw the sparkle in her eye that had caused him to jump into action on the rooftop.
He picked up a chair from an older gentleman who had just stood up to go home and slid it over beside her.
The girl jumped a bit at the motion. Max laid a hand on her forearm to console her.
“How are we today?” said Max.
“We’re pretty good,” said the girl as she turned to him.
Max’s eyes doubled in size when she turned to him. The girl hung her head immediately.
“No, don’t,” begged Max. “They’re beautiful.”
“Thanks,” she said, raising her head slightly.
“What’s your name?” Max asked.
“That’s an interesting name.”
“Wisteria and Green. Mom combined them to make…”
“You,” whispered Max.
Max reached out and touched her hand.
Her body jerked slightly. Then a smile settled across her face. “Are you a doctor?”
“I’m the director here. I’m Max. How are you feeling now, Wisteen?”
“I’m good,” she said, lifting her little paper cup up to her mouth for a sip of apple juice.
Max’s cock stiffened. If she only knew, he thought. I’ve waited so long.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m... Yeah, I was wondering what you’re doing after you leave here?”
“Is that information required before I can leave?”
“No. It’s required for me to plan on what to say next.”
“I’m going home. It’s dinner time.”
“It is dinner time. Two people shouldn’t have to eat alone, should they?”
“Only by choice,” she said.
“I’d be honored if you’d chose to have dinner with me this evening,” said Max.
“Don’t you need to stay here and work?”
“I have capable people here that can handle things if I’m away.”
“It looks like a big operation,” she said, scanning the crowd.
Max shifted in his seat as he thought of her naked on his bed.
“It gets bigger as time goes by,” he said calmly.
“Maybe another time.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s late and I need to stop by the store for some things for the rest of the week. I’ll be home too late if I go out to dinner tonight and I have a big project at work.”
Wisteen stared at her hands while Max tried to recover. “I can go another night, though.”
Max lit up. “What works best for you, Wisteen?”
“Saturdays are best for me.”
“Do you like to be out at night? I’m a bit of a night owl,” said Max.
“I should probably get your number to confirm the wheres and whens.”
“I’ll come by another time then.” She put her hands in her lap, bowed her head and stood up.
Max pushed his tongue up in front of his teeth in frustration. “I’ll walk you out.”
On their way out, Selena’s heels clicked up next to Max. “I need to speak with you, Max.”
“I’ll be with you in a minute. I’m walking…”
Wisteen put her hand on the back of his arm and nodded at him. “I need to be going. I’ll see you soon, Max.”
Max cut Selena a nasty scowl then turned and smiled at Wisteen. “Be careful, Wisteen. This isn’t the best neighborhood to be walking around at night.”
“I know it well. I love the area. It’s not so bad if you’re not afraid. I think people can smell that on you.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re right.”
Wisteen turned and walked through the folding-chair maze of blood donors.
Max watched her navigate all the way to the door where she turned and gave him a bashful wave.
“That’s gonna take a while,” said Selena.
“I have an eternity,” said Max.
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