I had been watching him for longer than his mortal mind could have imagined, although he was only aware of me for the past few years. Tall, handsome, ambitious, he was everything that I craved, to satisfy this ancient longing that I could never shake. I had looked over him as a child, a quiet presence that I know he recognized, but could never identify. I sat back and watched in amusement as he sowed the wild oats of high school and college, as his boyish good looks turned into the makings of a deliciously sexy man. I had been so patient, for so long, just waiting for him to hit what I considered the prime stage in his life.
The time when he was the perfect age...for, like a fine wine, the fluid of life gets richer and sweeter with time. I had been waiting all these years, to taste his blood on my lips, to feel his hot, coppery essence on my tongue.
However, I wasn't interested in him for a mere quick meal. No, this was one I had waited for a very long time for. I knew that he possessed the skillful hands to please me, to set these raging feelings inside of me free.
Recently, I had initiated some very sexual bantering, via email and cell phone, instantly capturing him. He had expressed his interest in me, starting from the very moment we met.
Little did he know that I had wanted him since his beginnings here. Things had progressed relatively rapidly, resulting in nothing but pure, sexual electricity between us.
Soon it would be time for me to claim him, to teach him things that only the ancients know, and to learn the things that only a man like him could show me. Even though I was considered to be only a fledgling amongst my kind, I still had over seven-hundred years on him, which I planned to use to my advantage.
I had studied the techniques of the Bedouin, masters of the Kama Sutra, their expertise in the art of lovemaking far exceeding anything that the French could ever conjure up. I had also practiced in the art of Chinese massage, a delicious torture brought on by light, almost non-existent strokes from the hand and tongue, meant to drive your partner to otherwise unreachable heights.
I had been waiting for him, waiting to demonstrate the results of my studies. I had always been fascinated in respect of how different cultures viewed sex in general. From the very reserved, to the very uninhibited, and everything in between, humans had no idea that they had only grazed the tip of the iceberg, that one of the finest sexual pleasures in the universe was only available to my kind, the distant sons and daughters of Vlad Dracul himself. The legendary Count, caught in a tangled web of mystery and intrigue, which to this very day had not been completely solved. It matters not how we evolved to this day and age and it is unnecessary that I attempt to explain to you the struggle our kind has endured. I am here to selfishly divulge you in a short tale of lust, passion, and pure animal desire that a mortal like yourself could only dream of ever experiencing. Allow me to submerge you in the thralls of a hot, thick, smoky fantasy, and, hopefully, leave you thirsting for more than just another story....
The bar was smoky, and dimly lit. I stepped carefully through the crowd, in an attempt to avoid the contact of a human on my skin. My senses are much more receptive than that of a human, and, because of this, contact can be a very trying experience. The minute I touch another, I can see their past, feel the pain of their secret sufferings, and I am bombarded with their dreams, the ghosts of their yesterdays, and their frivolous and sometimes warped fantasies. I've seen more than I ever would care to mention, and, as I mature, I find that I can tolerate contact less and less. But, I digress; as I made my way through the sea of party-goers, I could sense his presence. I detected the sweet spicy scent of his flesh, and the hot river of life that pulsed through his veins. He was sitting at a table in the back, with his back to me. I walked up quietly behind him, leaned over, and whispered in his ear.
"Such a shame to see a handsome man such as yourself all alone."
Without missing a beat, he countered with a wolfish grin, "Actually, I'm waiting for someone, who should be along any minute."
"Ah, I see..." I said quietly, as I slid one hand down the span of his chest, and traced the contour of his ear with my tongue. Every cell in his body came to life; the heat between our bodies instantly engulfed me. The feel of his skin, and the thought of what lay just below the surface made my fangs start to lengthen, their sharp ends pressing relentlessly against my lips, and my heart began to pound to a more primal beat, knowing that tonight, he would finally be mine.
He pulled me around in front of him, taking charge of the moment. He eyes burned over me, surveying me, stripping me down, without ever touching me.
"You look lovely", he finally said. Black had always been a good color on me, reflecting not only the facade I put on for the whole world to see, but also the darkness by which I lived my life. Draped in a long riding jacket made of the finest black velvet money could buy, a crisp white linen shirt that was un-buttoned enough to expose the creamy white flesh of my cleavage, encased in a blood red corset, jeans and black stilettos, I had dressed just for him tonight. Holding my hand, I could feel his desire, an instinct as natural breathing. And although in the shadows of his mind, I could see the images of lovers long past, his passion tonight was clearly focused on me. Tonight, he would find out exactly what I was, simply because I could not hold it back anymore. Tonight I would take his body to a new height of seduction, and, at the very same time, claim his soul in a rapturous forbidden dance, that would cease his existence as a mere mortal, and begin for him, a whole new life, one of dark, thick, velvety lust, a lust for immortal life.
We sat and enjoyed light conversation, laced with the occasional sexual innuendo. I could see the anticipation racing through his body, the eagerness to end this meaningless chatting, and get down to the business that we had both came here for. I finally ended his apprehension, by asking if he was ready to go back to my house. A wicked grin spread across his face, and he said yes.
I gave the valet my number, and he trotted across the parking lot to retrieve my car. While we waited, I felt him snake his arm around my waist, pulling me to him. He tilted my chin up and placed a feather light kiss on my crimson lips. The sexual electricity hanging in the air between us seemed enough to light up the entire parking lot. He made my ancient blood sing, and a fire raged within the deepest areas of my body. I felt alive again, for the first time in years. And when I touched him, I could feel his longing too, a longing to have me, to take me, like he had always imagined. Just then, the valet came screeching around the corner of the building with my car, and came to an abrupt stop in front of us. He got out, and grinned at me sheepishly. "I'm really sorry about that ma'am," he apologized. "It's just that it's not everyday that I get to drive a brand new Bugatti."
"No problem. It's hard not to want to go a little crazy in that car.", I tell him, as I threw him a $100 bill and got in the driver's seat. The valet goes back inside, with a stupid grin on his face, and my companion stood on the curb, clearly still in shock. I roll down the window and ask him, "Well, are you getting in, or do you plan on walking to Redstone?" He stammers a bit, but then opens the passenger door and drops in.
The drive to my house was quiet, at best, until he finally blurted out, "OK, I give. You work at a frickin' sign shop. How in the hell do you afford this car?" I explain to him that my family had been very wealthy, and when they passed on, I was left with a great deal of money. "And you still work?" he asked, puzzled.
"Well, I need something to keep me busy." I reply, with a half-smirking grin spreading across my face.
"Unbelievable.", he announces. "And just when did you plan on telling me about this?" he asks me.
"When the time was right." I say very plainly. He still has a look of disbelief on his face when we turn onto the road to my house. After driving for about 3 miles, we turn into my driveway, and up to the front of my house. Then his jaw drops completely. "This is where you live?!" he asks.
"Yes, this is my home. Please, come inside and make yourself comfortable." I whisper softly in his ear, as I run my hand up his leg. He follows me inside, walking slowly to take in the entire house.
"Do you normally leave the house unlocked and the keys in your million dollar car?" he asked.
"I don't live a real high-crime neighborhood." I replied, smiling. I didn't think that now would be a good time to inform that he was currently surrounded by half a dozen black wolves, my friends and the protectors of my life & property.
We made our way to the parlor, where I motioned for him to sit down on the plush couch next to the fireplace. I walked across the room, to the liquor cabinet, and poured us both a snifter of brandy. While he was looking behind him, at the paintings on the wall, I glanced at the fireplace, and set it ablaze with a push from my mind. I gave him his brandy and sat down next to him, surveying my conquest. His eyes darted around the room, taking in the lush velvet draperies, the priceless paintings and the ornate antique furnishings.
"You have quite the flair for decorating", he offered, still in awe of his surroundings.
"I feel like I was part of the Victorian era before," I explained. In fact, I had been, for that was only a little over one hundred years ago. After a few sips of brandy, he finally started to relax a bit.
"I had no idea you lived a secret life", he said softly, as he stroked the side of my face.
"There's so much more you need to know," I replied, "So many things that I need to tell you. But, tonight, I simply want to make you feel like you never have before, to take you to new heights of passion, and to taste you, all of you." And with that, I took him by the hand and led him up the sweeping staircase, up to the second floor, and to my master suite.
My bedroom was a prime example of opulence at its very best. The bed was swathed in black satin sheets, and a black velvet comforter. Candles bathed the room in a soft glow, and cast shadows on the walls. We stood there, facing each other, for several minutes. He stepped closer to me, and began to kiss me softly on the lips, tracing his tongue over them, and then parting them gently. He started kissing me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth, acquainting himself with my taste. When his tongue ran over the sharp point of one of my fangs, he jumped like he was shot, but, then explored more slowly, dragging his tongue down the length of my long incisors, to the tip, and back. He was making me turn absolutely liquid inside, my mouth watered for that first taste; that sweet, hot, thick taste I craved so badly. He kissed me a bit longer, and then pulled back slowly and looked deep into my eyes.
"Well, that was unexpected", he said, with a very surprised look on his face.
