Lolas Kiss

Spend the night with Lola, if you dare.

Mille Dynamite

© Copyright 2025 by Millie Dynamite

NOTE:

This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Lola's Kiss

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge,

below this line are exactly 750 words:

Lola sauntered towards Adam...seductively. At first glance of the creature, Adam's eyes lit up, and Lola laid her trap. The night's prey gazed at the woman, gulping in her sensuality, growing intoxicated by her presence. She was easy on his eyes and something about her nettled its way into his brain and pestered his manhood.

It twitched.

Adam's a handsome fellow, filled with life. He had a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. She knew he'd do perfectly for her purposes. The woman loved big, strapping men full of youthful vitality. Lola slid into his circle of friends. Smiling and laughing as if she belonged, they accepted her without question.

"Drink?" she asked.

Her voice, a tempting whisper, wafted into his ear. The word wormed its way from being received into his brain and shot straight to his longing prick. Adam nodded like a mute. She entranced him with her scent, her hips undulated, and her ass rubbed across him.

As they moved through the crowd, their bodies pressed close, Lola slipped a small urgent need inside. As he downed his bourbon, Lola's potent essence destroyed any doubts, enflaming his desires.

He wanted her, needed her. She owned him.

"Hey, baby, let's take this outdoors lover?" Her fingers trailed up his chest, and her nails left gooseflesh in their wake and fire lower down.

Adam nodded, incapable of resisting her attraction. Saying nothing, he licked his lips, following like a lamb behind a Judas goat.

Outside, cool night air washed over them. But it did nothing to quell their heat. Lola pushed him against the wall, her mouth crashed into his in a hungry kiss. Her strength took him off guard. Despite this, he yielded to her, unable to refuse.

Adam's hands fumbled with the zipper of Lola's dress. He desperately craved to unveil the perfect body she teased him with. Lola cooed her approval as she let him undress her, reveling in his anticipation.

Once naked, Lola stepped back. Her flesh glistened under the moonlight. Adam's eyes raked over her form with thirsty averse. His desire evident in his heavy-lidded gaze and the humped-up cock in his pants. Lola took his hand with a wicked smile and led him back inside to a darkened room where they wouldn't be disturbed.

The moment the door shut, Lola's demeanor changed. Gone the seductress, replaced by a cold, calculating predator beast. She pushed Adam on the bed forcibly, her nails dug into his flesh, and she constrained him under her.

She undressed him, mounted his ridged, steely cock. Ridding him until he was lost in heady lust and fear.

"Now," she purred, her eyes flashing with hunger, "I'll finally have my drink and take my fill."

Adam, still reeling from their potent connection, struggled feebly as Lola descended upon him, her fangs bared and ready to feast.

"Oh, yes, struggle all you want, Adam. Scream, scream for help, but no one will hear your cries."

Adam cried out. Lola's fangs pierced his neck, opening the artery. Adam's world faded to black. He was consumed by the darkness that had enveloped the once-bright night. Lola drank and drank, taking her fill, savoring his blood's sweet, coppery essence.

"Delicious," she purred, licking the last traces of blood from her lips as she rose from the lifeless body. Her heart raced from the thrill of kill.

As she dressed, her heartbeat returned to normal.

"Another one bites the dust," Lola said with a smirk. She admired her work, the empty husk before her. His cock was still hard.

"Mmm, still more blood." She returned to the corpse. Bending down, greedy, needing, she sank her sharp long k-nines into the stiff member and sucked out every drop...

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The writer stopped, looking at the words on the screen.

"Nice," she said.

Fog crept through the window, and Lola became flesh and blood behind her. Lola bent into her, wrapping her arms around the beauty.

"Indeed."

Reflected on screen, the writer's face lost its color.

"You've come for me?"

"Yes, very soon, sweetie, you'll as me, Miss Author, seductive and eternal."

The writer leaned away, offering her soft, beautiful, fleshy throat.

The vampire thrust her fangs into the flesh of the woman's neck. Her hand slid down, pulled up her skirt, and slid it inside the thong. Lola stroked the button of the exposed clit with her thumb, slid a finger inside her pussy, and sucked Miss Author's sweet, tasty blood.

The writer's eyes rolled back, ecstasy.