My name is not important. What is important is that I am a vampire. I was born in 1846 and still I hunger for the pleasures of the flesh. I am only 154 years old, so I still long for those pleasures. The pleasure of a womanβs body, the taste of her excitement, the scent of her, the sight of her body and the feel of her skin. All these senses heightened in my state. I can feel her soul too. I can never explain the feeling of herβ¦well maybe I can.
Literotica has good nights and slow nights. My blood boils as I walk through the rooms feeling the lust and the passion flowing through everyone, it excites me. My body remembers still, and responds to the pleasures of sex. I have many lovers that will allow me to feed on them and, in return, my passion is unequaled. Tonight I will meet my lover; she is someone very special to me. A friend and companion, she lets me feed on her regularly, excepting the risks with each feast. What risks you might ask? Let me explain.
I see her chatting in the lounge. Her body silhouetted against the wall. I slip unnoticed into the back rooms without anyone greeting me. No one knows me here. To some I am a rogue, to others I am the ultimate sinner, but to all I am the hunter. I feel her follow me, into the empty room. She runs quickly after me, her petite figure trying to catch my long strides. Her hair wisps around her as she enters the room, her chest heaving and her heart racing from the chase. I can feel her blood pumping through her veins and the subtle scent of her womanly excitement. Normally a man would not notice, but my senses are heightening. I want her. My body is responding first to my primal need to feed and second to the urges of passion.
She walks to me, I take her face into my hands. I tilt her head to my lips and kiss her softly. My lips are cold, but hers are warm and sweet. Slow, soft, short kisses to her, my lips warm as she returns my kiss. I sweep her up into my arms holding her close to me as my tongue slips into her mouth. Our tongues circle slowly letting our passions build. I kiss her cheek and down to her neck. Tracing the vein with my tongue, I lick up her neck to her ear. Nibbling at her ear, I breathe hot breath on her neck. My teeth nibble her ear tugging on it gently as, her lips let out a soft moan. I nibble at her neck, turning her around till I bite harder on the back of her neck, my fangs scrapping her neck as I turn her. Cupping her breasts in my hands, I gently stroke her nipples, pinching them firmly.