Conrad moved in his coffin. His special vampire senses told him it was midnight, and time for him to leave his resting place in the family crypt and go out to dine and take care of his other needs. Because of an extremely fortunate happenstance, all of them would be very easy for him to satisfy. A few years earlier, the state had opened a new university and the women's dormitories were only a mile from the cemetery, just a few minute's flight from where Conrad slept by day. This assured him of a large and ever-changing supply of blood from the throats of young women, frequently laced with interesting stimulants.
Almost equally important, he had his choice of thousands of different women he could fuck or otherwise use sexually. They were available in all shapes and sizes, from Ally McBeal look-alikes to those who could work as circus fat ladies. They were all races too, from African exchange students to Asian Americans to Nordic blondes. He remembered sampling, one night, the blood and the pussy of a Pygmy from Africa, followed by doing the same with a lanky albino. Conrad was an equal-opportunity predator, and would suck the blood of any woman, and fuck any woman, regardless of her race, religion or national origin. Not having any gay tendencies, however, his fangs never punctured the blood vessels of any men. He couldn't see any reason for going one place to feed and another for sex.
After changing to his bat form and slipping through one of the ventilator slots in the crypt, he flew to the campus. On this night, as was his custom, he picked a dorm building at random and landed on a windowsill, also chosen at random. The window was open an inch and he easily slipped inside where, using his acute nocturnal vision, he was able to inspect the sleeping inhabitant. He observed she was a young African American, with a very pretty face and a body that alluringly filled out her cotton pajamas. Conrad thought of all the women in the dormitories as serving dishes at an enormous and ever-changing buffet, where he could choose anything he wanted, and he decided this pretty young woman would provide the first course of this night's feast.
Before changing to his human form, he used some of the powers peculiar to vampires to put her into a type of trance and to dull selected senses. She would not wake up while he was there and she would be able to feel sexual pleasure, but not the pain of his fangs penetrating her throat. Conrad wanted his victims to enjoy the fucking and other things he did to them, so their bodies would react, thus enhancing his own pleasure. When they woke up, they would only have vivid memories of erotic dreams, which would explain to them why their pussies were wet and their bedding and sleeping attire were in disarray. Conrad didn't care about the pleasure or the welfare of the women he preyed on but he didn't want his existence to be even suspected.
After reverting to his human form, he unbuttoned the young woman's pajama top. She stirred slightly but didn't come even close to waking up. Her lovely breasts swayed delightfully when Conrad finished the buttons and spread open the garment, and he couldn't resist licking them briefly. They were voluptuous and a lovely tan color, with large, dark brown areolas and nipples, which provided an extremely pleasurable sensation to his ultra-sensitive tongue. As his mouth caressed her beautiful breasts, she stirred again, and he could feel her nipples starting to become erect under his ministrations.
"This is really a hot chick," he told himself. "I'm going to have a lot of fun with her."
Conrad decided to feed before enjoying the sexual part of his feast so he switched his attentions from her breasts to the blood vessels in her throat. He licked her, his tongue seeking and finding the main artery, and his fangs, sharp and hollow as a hypodermic needle, penetrated the skin and the blood vessel. Conrad drank, relishing the delightfully fresh taste of the youthful blood, including the lingering flavor of the marijuana she had smoked earlier.
He stopped after drawing off only about half a pint of the delicious and nourishing fluid, and licked off any droplets that might have been left on her skin. He didn't want to kill her, nor did he want to turn her into a vampire like himself. Even while he was alive, Conrad had been something of a loner, and he had no wish to be burdened now by youthful followers, not even such a beautiful one as the woman he had just fed on. He also wanted no suspicion of his presence, nor that of any of his kind. Taking the amount of blood he did would result in some weakness, but not enough to cause any suspicion, and it would pass in a few days after the woman's body had replaced it. The puncture wounds in her throat were invisible, except under microscopic examination, and even they would heal completely in a day.
Conrad's mouth returned to fondle the lovely breasts while his hands unbuttoned the pajama bottoms and pulled them down and off when she, reflexively, raised her ass from the bed. The young beauty was wearing panties under them so he slipped his fingertips under the elastic waistband and pulled them off too, while his mouth made love to her breasts. He especially relished the way her nipples had become completely erect, and his agile tongue could feel their many tiny bumps and ridges. Besides those changes, the young woman's succulent body was responding to the caresses of his soft hands. After a few minutes of applying his skillful foreplay, she was writhing on the bed and moaning in her sleep.
Those reactions to his hands and tongue meant she was becoming sexually aroused, even while asleep. This was important to Conrad. Her pussy would be wet when he plunged his cock into her, and she would respond to his thrusts by fucking back to meet them, and otherwise moving under him, making everything that much better. He especially reveled in the wild movements of a woman having an orgasm in her sleep, although he didn't actually care about her pleasure or that of anybody but himself.
The popular stereotype of vampires is that when they assume their human form, they are attired in full evening dress. That is a silly fallacy. Such bulky clothing would be impossible for Conrad to carry while flying in his bat form, nor would he be able to squeeze through narrow openings. He has complete control over the shape of his own body but none over inanimate objects such as dinner jackets or cravats. In his human form, as well as in every other form his body might assume, Conrad was always completely naked. It had been years since anybody had actually seen him, and if anybody had, they would have beheld a man, with brown hair and brown eyes, ordinary in every way except for his chalky-white skin. This lack of color is normal for Caucasian vampires because of the lack of color in the fluid that circulates in their bodies and because of their nocturnal habits.
He spread his victim's legs and knelt between them. Leaning forward, his face inches from her pussy, Conrad breathed deeply of the delightful aroma of the juices that had started trickling from her. Besides their fragrance, the pussy he was looking at was truly a thing of beauty. Her soft brown skin, apparently recently bikini waxed, contrasted with a thin line of tightly curled black pubic hair. The young woman's inner lips, dark brown and engorged from her arousal, had crowded their way through her slit, resembling flowers blossoming. Her clit was also pushing its way out from its protective covering.
