Phoebe and Fangs

Phoebe tried to duck into the small, two person booth of the bar without being seen. That was easy enough; with a petite frame and unassuming features, she wasn't really the type to turn heads. Her beauty was more subtle; with twinkling hazel eyes and brown hair that shown auburn highlights when the sun hit it, she wasn't usually one-night-stand material, but it was easy to fall in love with her.

Sitting in the booth she could feel her veins tingling with excitement, her arm hairs standing on edge. Was she really going through with this? Her nervousness continued to boil up until it was almost too much to bare. She nearly resolved to leave, but then she saw him. Austin entered the bar with confidence. He was dressed very plainly, in a black t-shirt and grey jeans, but he walked in as if he owned the place. His jet black hair was lightly tousled so that a few stands fell to block his eyes, and his dark outfit highlighted his ice blue eyes. Phoebe thought those eyes were sexy, but a little terrifying.

Without even looking towards Phoebe or the booth, Austin strode right over. "Hello Phoebe" he said, turning his head towards her as he spoke. Even standing, he would've towered over her. She thought he must be about 6'3" and somewhere in his late-thirties. Both facts intimidated her, as a 5'2" girl in her last year of college. His deep, melodic voice and intense stare alone were enough to send her into a trance. She realized that she'd been staring at him for several seconds without speaking. "Hi," she squeaked out, barely making a sound. With a chuckle, he sat on the opposite side of the booth.

Phoebe and Austin had met on an online forum only accessible from the dark web. The forum had one purpose: to find willing individuals for vampires to feed on. Phoebe found plenty of scammers on the forum -- humans looking for roleplay who ghosted once she tried to make plans to meet up, people requesting she send them money in advance to rent a hotel room for the night. She'd yet to have a successful encounter, but Austin seemed like the real deal. Within minutes of chatting, he proffered a meet up. The message was clear and simple, "The Craft Bar at 10:00 p.m. on Thursday, and if things go well we can go back to my place." It was risky to agree to go back to someone's house she'd never met, but they'd be meeting in public first, and there was something about him -- even his messages -- that lulled her into a sense of safety.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked. "Won't that make me taste...different? Worse?" she asked earnestly. Austin chuckled again, "You metabolize one drink per hour, that's barely enough time for a conversation and a taxi back to my place." "I'll have a vodka soda then." Phoebe said, finally starting to relax. "Yes ma'am," Austin stood up and walked over to the bar. Phoebe watched from the booth, noticing the bartender blush as Austin ordered from her. "Wow, he must have this effect on everyone," she thought. But that makes perfect sense. How else could a vampire lure in their victims in order to quench their insatiable thirst?

Ethical vampires don't do much "luring" anymore. Why would they when there are so many underground forums and group chats full of humans looking for the rush of being fed on. The experience was supposed to be indescribable -- when vampires feed, they inject a chemical into your blood stream in order to save the person from the discomfort and pain of having your skin pierced by fangs and your blood sucked out over a period of minutes. Phoebe read that chemical is like experiencing an adrenaline rush, peaking on MDMA, and orgasming multiple times all at once. That description was enough to make her desperate to try.

Austin returned to the table with a vodka soda for Phoebe and an old fashioned for himself. They made small talk for about an hour, the chemistry between them becoming thick and almost tangible as the minutes passed. Austin took the last sip of his drink, "Are you still interested in coming back to mine?" he asked Phoebe. Phoebe now more relaxed, felt herself becoming wet at the question, a familiar moisture filling her panties and her clit becoming sensitive enough that she had to shift her weight in her seat to avoid discomfort. "I'd love to." With that, Austin quickly stood up and extended his hand. Phoebe took his hand and stepped out of the booth. They both seemed to glide out of the bar, an into a taxi.

The backseat of the taxi was silent, but the sexual tension between them made the air thick and heavy. Austin slipped his hand under Phoebe's miniskirt and onto her upper thigh, using his thumb to rub back and forth. Phoebe had only had one drink, but her brain was becoming fuzzy and a warmth spread over her face. It was becoming difficult to stay alert and focused. Phoebe lazily turned her head towards Austin, her eyelids feeling slightly heavy. "Are you doing that?" she asked Austin. Austin smirked at her, his eye seeming to glow as they started at her, "Mhm." What felt to her like a few moments later, the taxi pulled up to gorgeous brownstone townhome. Austin released his mental control over Phoebe just enough for her to exit the taxi and climb the front steps of the townhome without stumbling. Austin opened the front door and extended his hand towards Phoebe. She grabbed his hand and he lightly pulled her through the entrance.

Once inside, he led Phoebe to a stool at his kitchen island. She sat as he walked over to the kitchen sink, filling a cup from his cupboard his water. He turned to Phoebe, "Do you want any?" motioning to the glass. Phoebe shook her head, "I thought we'd be heading straight to the bedroom." she said, endearingly eager. "I can tell this is your first time. I just want to make sure you know exactly what you're getting into." Austin's playful expression turning serious, "Consent is very important to me." Phoebe tried to assure Austin, "You've got me there, but I've been on that forum for years now. I think I have a decent idea of how this all goes down." She'd read so many experiences of feedings people posted on forum, often visiting the site for hours a day. Reading all those posts made her pussy so wet; she'd get herself off while daydreaming about being the person fed on.

"Reading about it is one thing, but experiencing it in person is a whole different ballgame. It's far more...intense. And it's not just that, I also want to make sure you have a good experience." Austin's consideration only made Phoebe's attraction to him grow. "So let's talks this through then." Austin smiled, "Sure, lets. First, do you have a specific place you'd most like me to feed from? I know the cliché is the neck, but it doesn't have to be there. I could use your neck, your wrist, even your inner thigh." Phoebe suddenly realized she hadn't fully considered the logistics of the encounter, and was grateful Austin had brought it up. "Well call me cliché, but I love the classics. Let's go with my neck." Austin smiled, "Excellent, now...what I can do to make this as arousing for you as possible. Are you a romantic? A masochist?" Phoebe laughed, "You'd think I was a masochist, what with me wanting to be bitten and all, but the truth is I'm soft. A hopeless romantic. Is that disappointing?" Austin's serious expression softened into a sweet, sensual one. He walked around the kitchen island to Phoebe, tilting her chin up towards him and planting a gentle kiss on her lips, lingering for just a few seconds. "Of course not, my love." He brushed a loose piece of hair behind Phoebe's ear.

Austin's saliva was sweet, and his taste seemed to seep into the membranes inside Phoebe's mouth, causing her world to become fuzzy like it had in the cab. "You're doing it again." Phoebe could hear the sound of her own voice, dreamy and far away. "You're right, I am. Let's go to the bedroom, love." Austin's fingers traced down Phoebe's left forearm and ended at her hand, which he grasped tightly. Though Phoebe barely registered his words, her body obeyed. She got up off the stool and allowed herself to be led to the bedroom. She felt as if she was floating, landing lightly on the center of a king-sized bed. The room was so dark she could hardly see, except for a candle lit on the nightstand across the room. Not that she cared, she much preferred to keep her eyes closed and soak in her current state of careless bliss. It felt as if her brain was enveloped in a warm blanket.

"If you feel good now, just wait until what comes next." Austin's words shook her out of her trace for just a second. As she imagined him plunging him fangs into her soft neck, a feeling of excitement shot down her back like a lightning bolt and plunged directly into her pussy. Her lips became engorged and she could feel the warm wetness spreading from her lips to her inner thighs. Suddenly she realized Austin was laying right next to her, his lips directly next to her ear. "Are you ready Phoebe?" Austin quietly whispered into her ear, causing every hair on her body to stand on edge; she shivered and arousal fell over her body like a wave of warm water. She could barely breathe out the word, "Yes."

That instant, Austin plunged his fanged deep into Phoebe's neck. For a moment Phoebe felt a quick pinch, akin to getting her finger pricked at the doctors office. But that lasted for less than a second before Austin's toxins hit her blood dream. Phoebe's eyes rolled back into her head and everything went white, she began to have the most explosive orgasm of her life. Her toes clenched tight and she involuntarily arched her back. Austin continued to feed on Phoebe, sucking deeply while rubbing his thumb across Phoebe's cheek. As he fed he could also feel himself becoming turned on. Phoebe looked so fragile and small on his giant bed, and she was completely unaware -- helpless and completely under his control. Her high-pitched moans and writhing made Austin's dick harden, pushing against the inside of his stiff jeans.

Austin fed for several minutes while Phoebe remained enraptured, experiencing the longest orgasm she'd ever had. Austin slowly pulled his fangs out of Phoebe's neck, licking up the few drops of blood that fell from the puncture wounds. It took a few more seconds for Phoebe's vision to return, she took several deep breaths -- realizing she had been nearly hyperventilating and was covered in sweat, dampening the sheets of the bed underneath her. Her gaze met Austin's and he immediately recognized the hunger in Phoebe's eyes. She'd become addicted to this experience now, no doubt. Phoebe's gaze lowered to Austin's cock, visibly pushing against his pants, a few drips of pre-cum leaving a couple of dots next to his zipper.

The sight made Phoebe blush. She looked back up to Austin with a giggle. "Is it my turn to suck now?" The question made Austin's cock throb, desperate to escape. "Don't you feel weak?" he asked Phoebe, genuinely concerned. She wouldn't be the first person on Austin's watch to faint after being fed on. Phoebe sat up without even a wobble, "No, I don't." she said with a smile, impressed with herself. Austin was impressed too. "Then I guess so." That was all the permission Phoebe needed, feeling extra enthusiastic from the last of the ecstasy-inducing toxins coursing through her blood. Phoebe's hands quickly undid Austin's fly, his massive 11-inch cock popping out of his pants, rock hard and pulsing.

Phoebe's leaned over Austin's cock, her tongue traced the head and licked up a few drops of pre-cum in the process. As she cum coated her mouth, she felt a small dose of the empty-headed, blissful state she'd experienced while feeding. Her head popped up to meet Austin's eyes, "It's in your cum too?" she asked surprisedly. Her doe eyes, both slightly dazed and surprised, amused Austin and aroused him even more. There was something about her; so pliable, eager, and delicate, that made Austin want to pin her down and eat her whole.

Phoebe spit on the head of Austin's cock, watching the saliva trickle down towards his shaft as she licked her right hand, ensuring it was coated with a generous layer of spit to reduce friction. Phoebe stroked Austin's shaft up and down as she began to lower her mouth onto his cock. It was a mouthful, but she took all of it into her small mouth and down her throat. Austin watched as Phoebe's head bobbed up and down, hearing her quietly choke and gag as she pushed with determination to get her lips all the way to the bottom of his shaft. "Fuck, Phoebe, fuck." Austin grabbed a fistful of Phoebe's hair and pushed her head down further, causing her to emit a gurgle that pushed him over the edge. Austin came, sending thick ropes of cum directly down Phoebe's throat.

As Phoebe began to swallow, Austin's cum sent her into a trance once again. She tried to resist; her eyelids fluttering and her eyes struggling to focus. Suddenly, she forgot what she was doing. Her eyes, too heavy to keep open, closed and her world went black. She felt a sweet tasting, delicious liquid in her mouth and happily swallowed. She stayed sitting up for a moment, swaying back and forth on the bed until she felt Austin's arm steady her shoulder. "Are you feeling sleepy, my darling?" Austin said in a low voice. "Mmmm...sleepy..." Phoebe smiled, feeling as if she was having a wonderful dream. Austin lead Phoebe's body down to lay on the bed. With a small whimper, she fell asleep almost instantly. Austin couldn't resist having one last taste of Phoebe's body; he glided his tongue over the puncture wounds he'd made earlier, savoring the metallic taste of her dried blood. He then pushed her miniskirt up and used his index finger to move her panties to the side, revealing her pussy, still glistening and engorged. He slowly ran his tongue from the very bottom of her labia up to Phoebe's clit, which he gave a very light suck, causing Phoebe to squirm slightly in her sleep.

Austin put Phoebe's panties and skirt back into place. He grabbed a blanket that was sitting on the end of the bed and covered her with it. He decided to let her stay the night at his place, hoping that he might be able to feed one more time in the morning.

THE END.