The Gentle Vampires Prey

The moon gleamed down on Virgil as he walked through the dark city streets. It was a beautiful night and as the vampire strolled easily through town, he had no concerns on his mind. His boss, the brooding head of the Percival family, had actually given Virgil the night off from his usual bodyguard and butler duties, leaving Virgil free to do whatever - or whoever - he wanted for the night.

The scent of blood drifted on the wind, young and fresh and sending a spark through Virgil's body as he walked. But as intriguing as the scent was, the idea of just grabbing a human and tearing out their throat held no appeal to Virgil. He wanted more ceremony than that.

And he also wanted to get fucking laid.

He made his way in the direction of the smell. As it got stronger, he realized he was approaching a nightclub. Perfect. Nightclubs were the best place to find young, willing flesh, no matter what you wanted to do with it. Add a little glamour to your seduction and you'd find that sweet tasting boys and girls would become putty in your hands. Virgil liked when they did that. He wanted them to enjoy themselves and he wanted to be the one to give them that pleasure.

The nightclub was busy, with a line snaking down the street outside the building. As Virgil walked past the line, he gazed down the row of young, excited people. Some were already drunk or high and he wasn't too interested in that. Their blood would carry the substances right over to him. And while that could be fun sometimes, he needed to stay in control if he wanted the encounter to go smoothly for everybody involved.

There were so many to choose from tonight. Virgil couldn't be sure of their ages, after three hundred years anyone under the age of fifty all seemed to blur together into the impossibly young category. But there were girls in fetish gear, boys with cascading glitter clouds around them, and other gorgeous ones that made Virgil's heart and cock warm just to look at.

Then he saw his target. She was tall and her platform boots made her look even taller. Long blonde hair hung pin-straight down past her shoulders and she wore a bikini top, even in the cool night air. Virgil made his way over to where she stood at the back of the line and gave her his best smile.

"How's your night going?" he asked.

She blushed faintly. "Oh, um, good."

"You know how I could make it better?"

She looked hesitant, but smiled at him shyly without answering. Sensing her willingness needed a slight nudge, Virgil took her chin in his hand and steered her gaze onto his.

The girl gasped in surprise at the contact, then he watched as her lovely pupils dilated and she went still in his touch. They always fell into the glamour eventually, but this one seemed like she dove in. Excellent, he loved a submissive little woman from time to time.

"Do you want me, beautiful one?" Virgil asked, baring his fangs.

The woman nodded, her face slack and body swaying. Virgil knew what she was feeling, knew that deep submissive trance that she was currently enjoying. Her nipples pointed through the thin material of her bikini from a mix of cold and arousal. No one around them seemed to notice that he was there as he slipped under the velvet rope and stood beside his entranced companion.

"Come with me," he said.

She followed obediently as he led her into a dark alley. The blood in her body smelled delicious, but the wet heat of her pussy overpowered it.

"Take off your clothes."

Her hands went immediately to her bikini strings, untying them and letting them fall. The top slipped down, revealing full breasts with stiff nipples. Virgil's mouth watered as he looked at them. Then she bent over, letting them bob as she took off her pants and thin panties.

Her body was fully exposed, but she didn't notice as she gazed deep into Virgil's eyes again. He reached out and cupped her breasts, feeling the flesh quickly heat up under his hands as he massaged and teased. The woman moaned, melting against him and letting her damp pussy thrust up against his leg.

Virgil's cock was stiff in his pants as he lowered the woman to the ground. Her legs fell open, exposing the glistening folds of her cunt, sweet and warm. He ran a finger down the slit and she shuddered, moaning with her eyes half closed. She was so wet, the juices dripping from her opening as he pulled down his own pants and took out his cock.

"Do you want me?" he asked again.

The woman nodded in a daze and he slipped inside of her, moaning himself as the warm wetness of her pussy wrapped around him. Her hips lifted to take him deeper and he began to thrust into her willing flesh, letting the pleasure seep through him as she met his rhythm.

"Touch yourself," he ordered as he reached between them and thumbed at her clit.

The woman's hands crept over her breasts and she began tugging on her nipples as Virgil thrust into her and played with the little nub of her clit. She cried out in pleasure, her sleepy voice begging him for more, to fuck her harder. He obliged, thrusting as deep into her as was possible.

His orgasm was building, but he wanted to make sure his partner got the pleasure she was craving too. He leaned in close, letting his fangs graze over her neck. Still fucking her, he sank them into her warm throat.

The blood pulsed into his mouth and he drank in greedy gulps as his partner came beneath him, bucking her hips against him as the orgasm took her. And now he was coming too, pleasure pouring through him as he drank from her.

He pulled away seconds later, then licked gently at the wounds to heal them. The woman's eyes were closed now and her breathing was steady. She would sleep now, just long enough for Virgil to get away. Then she would wake up, get dressed, and return to the line as though nothing had happened. Nothing left of the encounter except the pleasurable ache between her legs.

Virgil kissed the sleeping woman softly on the cheek, then tucked himself back into his clothes before walking away into the shadows. Nobody would touch his victim in the minutes before his spell wore off, they wouldn't dare mess with the property of a Percival, no matter how briefly they were his.

Virgil loved his life, but he wouldn't say no to something a little more long-term than a fuck in an alley. However, until that arrived, he wasn't about to say no. So, licking a small spot of blood off his lip, Virgil continued walking. The night was young, who knew what else might happen?

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