My eyes snap open, alert all at once. It is sundown. I stare into the top of my coffin seeing the satin cover on the inside of the lid.
At first the only thing I feel is hunger, the need so strong to take someone and drain them of their blood.
But under that all fired need I also feel something else. You. I can feel you coming closer and closer, it won't be much longer before you are here. Finally at last to have you near enough to see you right in front of me instead of using my mind to see you. To be able to touch you instead of using your dreams at night and touch you And most of all.... To finally taste the life that runs in your veins. At long last you will be here with me.
But I know that if I don't feed before your arrival that I might not be able to control myself. That I might kill you, unable to stop from taking to much of your blood, unable to keep you here with me in my home, to take you over and bond us together forever, for eternity.
I raise the lid to my coffin. Rising slowly I place my feet on the floor. Opening my mind to feel who is near. Who that I may use to fill this hunger inside me.
Ahhhh.... There he is. You're so strong and healthy. You're so full of life and blood. He's in my garden returning the tools and machines from his day's work. Without even trying I pickup his scent. The smell of sweat, fresh cut grass and some sort of essence from his morning shower is lingering under all that.
I plant a message inside your mind. You need to speak to me on something urgent but not to rush so I have time to dress just right for this round of hunger and seduction.
I put on a short sexy black dress, cut deep between my breasts, my nipples on the edge of slipping into view. Black lace-stockings cover my trim legs disappearing to hook into matching garters. I never wear panties, just a waste of time for me.
My servant has shown you to my favorite place. My study, the only place where at times I feel just a little bit human.
I walk to the open door looking inside and seeing you sitting by the unlit fireplace, sipping a drink, waiting. I can feel the need of urgency that I planted pouring out from you. A wicked smile spreads across my face knowing what is to come.
I send the message for you to turn and look at me as I walk through the door, watching your eyes first look into my face then down my body. Watching as you stare at my breasts, I feel my nipples harden. Feeling your gaze trail down my body over my stockings.
"Hello Jeff" I say as I walk into the room.
"Hope I didn't keep you waiting long"
"No ma'am, not at all" he answers a little nervously.
I walk toward him, my hips swinging slowly and softly. I can feel his heart speed up as I get closer. I can feel his blood pumping through his veins. I slowly lick my lips, my eyes trailing to his neck seeing the blood moving so rapid there.
I remove the thought from his mind about the urgent need to tell me something and replaced it with a hot flash of desire.
I watch as his eyes spark with hunger, his breathing growing faster. I run my eyes down his body, watching as his cock hardens inside his pants. "Mmmmm." Look at the size of him I could not have done a better job of picking for this event.
I move in front of him, sliding my hands up his chest. Trailing my hands over his neck feeling his pulse pound. I work my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck and pull his lips to mine. I tease his lips apart with my tongue, stroking it between his lips, over his tongue teasing the roof of his mouth. I can feel him shiver as I draw his tongue into my mouth, sucking it. I let his tongue slide out of my mouth, and nibble at his lips. Nipping them I draw a trace of blood. I suck his lip into my mouth lapping my tongue over it, tasting him. God the life in his blood is so strong. I feel my pussy getting wetter, my clit extending from its hood, growing and throbbing.
Something else is growing also. My teeth, slowly starting to extend. Pulling. But not quiet painful yet.
I feel his hands start to touch my breasts. Feeling him pull the dress aside and cupping them in his work roughen hands. His callous fingers stroking over my nipples, twisting and pinching. I arch my back thrusting against his hands. My mouth pulling his tongue back into my mouth dueling with mine.
I slip my hands down to the front of his shirt wrapping my hands around the material and rip it open. My hands moving over his hard chest, the scent of his sweat coming off him as his body gets warmer, the need to mate raising his hunger. I pull the ripped material away from him, working my hands through the hair covering him. I stroke my fingers across his nipples as I slowly work my mouth along his jaw, trailing down over his neck. My mouth stops as I feel the blood coursing through him. I softly suck the skin between my teeth, but don't bite down, feeling it throb on my tongue. It would be so easy to take him right now but I need more than just his blood.
As my mouth works down to his chest and finding his nipple, I suck it into my mouth, licking it, feeling it harden. I slide my hands down his jeans, ripping the button off and tearing the zipper out as I spread the front of his pants open. I work them down sliding my hands inside the back of his pants and underwear, my hands gliding over his tight smooth ass. Working around to the sides making it slip over his hips and bunch around his knees.
