Michael opened his eyes slowly. He blinked several times. Where was he? He was lying on a big bed. He looked around the room. He wasn't home. He wasn't at his girlfriends. He heard a noise and turned his head. Next to him lay the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her black hair was tousled and spread out around her. Her ruby lips parted in sleep.
Roxie.
The name sprang to his mind. As did all the memories of the night before. He tried to sit up. His body wouldn't move. He tried to lift his hand. Nothing. Okay, relax, he told himself. There was a perfectly good explanation. He looked back at Roxie again. Her green eyes stared back at him.
"You're awake." Her voice was sleep filled and sultry.
"What happened?"
"What do you think happened?"
Michael searched his mind. He remembered the bar. Going back to her place. Her nails. Her incredible body. Her....
"You bit me." He accused, the memories coming back now full force.
She had known his fantasies. His desires. His cock grew with the memory of her nails raking down his chest. Scratching his thighs. The way her tight pussy felt wrapped around his cock.
"I can't move. Why?"
"I fed from you last night. You are weak. You need to feed."
"Am I ....a vampire?" He asked, the thought not repulsing him.
"Not yet Michael. Do you want to become one?" She wanted him but wouldn't turn him unless it was his choice.
Did he? To only go out at night? Drink blood? Stalk his prey? Live for eternity?
"Tell me Michael? What is your desire?"
Michael watched as Roxie climbed on top of him. Her pierced nipples scratching against his chest. The pleasure her body was giving him robbed him of thought. He closed his eyes as she started to rub her body against his.
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Roxie took her time making love to Michael. It had been centuries since she felt this kind of connection to another person. She could still taste his sweet blood in her mouth. Her pussy creamed with remembering. She wanted to keep him. To change him. And she knew he wanted it too. Even if he was afraid to admit it. She had read his thoughts last night. She could be everything he wanted. And so much more.
Roxie began to kiss his neck. Her lips and tongue playing over the faded puncture marks on his skin. She heard him groan and sucked gently on his tender flesh. She rubbed her breasts against him. Her legs spread wide, straddling his stomach. Her wetness dripping onto him. Her clit was swollen and aching and she rubbed it against his body.
She felt his hands come up and lightly hold her hips. His strength was fading. He needed to feed soon or he was going to die. She licked her way down his throat to his flat nipples. She took turns laving and sucking each one, making them pebble hard. She worked her way down his body, licking each gouge she had made the night before. She continued on until she reached his hard cock.
Her pussy clenched at the memory of having him deep inside her. The feel of his thickness filling her as she rode him to orgasm. His hot cum flooding her pussy.
Now, having it level with her mouth, Roxie licked her lips in anticipation. She looked up and caught Michael's blue gaze. The desire she saw there fueled her own and she opened her mouth and took him deep. His pubic hair tickled her nose as she swallowed him. She heard him growl and buck beneath her.
With her hands on his stomach, Roxie knelt between his thighs and started to suck him. She moved her head slowly on him. All the way up, letting him slip from her wet lips. Her tongue snaked out and flicked just the tip of him. She gently nibbled the spongy head. Her tongue played with his tiny hole, lapping up the tiny drops of pre-cum that oozed from it.
