Vampire 8

"Well, your finally are awake. How are you?"

"Awake, huh? Where am I? Who are you?"

"You may call be Sir Tristan. You are in my humble castle," said Tristan.

"Castle?! And wait, I thought your name was Matt," said Erin looking around wildly.

"Yes castle," replied Tristan. "You lost consciousness back in the club, so I brought you here."

Erin memory swam back in bits and pieces. She remembered partying in a club and meeting Matt... Tristan. In the dark of the club all she could see was a dark object mostly mannish is shape. But it was shaped like a man, smelled decent, and seemed like he could be fun to party with. They danced for a while and had a good time. Later when they were getting drinks and he pulled her close. He told her that she was beautiful and that he would like to kiss her.

Erin nodded slightly, strangely enchanted by his shadow hidden face. Their lips touched and Erin felt a shock jolt through her; it flew from her lips, down her spine and right between her legs. She pulled "Matt" closer and kissed him harder. He pulled away from her and started butterflying kisses along her jawline and down her neck. Erin's breath became quicker and quicker as he kissed further down. Suddenly, a sharp but pleasing pain erupted from her neck. She felt a bit of warmness flow down her neck and passed out in a storm of white ecstasy.

She opened her eyes and found Tristan crouching in front of her.

"You are only alive - well sort of – because I want you to be," Tristan told her.

"What do you... you bit me didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I am a vampire," Tristan said in a matter of fact manner.

Erin screeched "A vampire?!? But but but..."

"Simple. I was bitten and then fed my sire's blood. Now I am a vampire."

"Sire? Who?... did you turn me?"

"My sire doesn't matter... He is dead. I staked him. Got tired of his constant need for me to bring him fresh blood... incompetent old bastard... And yes, that is why you are here. You are my vampire. My vampire sex slave... hehehe"

"I'm a vampire," asked Erin. "Wait! You're what?"

"Sex slave, get used to the idea," murmured Tristan. "You mime until I decide that you are of no more use to me."

Erin stood and backed away from Tristan. She started to turn, but couldn't. Something was holding here there. Something more powerful than she could resist.

"Can't move can you?"

"Wha... Vampires don't have this sort of power," exclaimed Erin.

"Vampires don't but I do. I am more than a normal vampire. Now why don't you remove your cloths for me."

Erin's hands moved towards her the buttons on her shirt. She struggled to stop, but couldn't. She had no power over her hands... or any other of her voluntary muscle actions. Her shirt dropped to the ground and then she slipped out of her jeans. There she stood in her bra and panties. A few tears silently streamed down her face.

"Crying are we," taunted Tristan. "You should embrace you new life, otherwise you will be miserable forever."'

"You bastard!"

Tristan took a step forward and slapped her. "Slave! Don't talk that way to me!"

He flexed his right hand and Erin passed out. When she came to again, she found herself collared and shackled. Chains from the collar and the shackles ran to large rings attached to the frame of the bed. She writhed and tried to free herself but all she managed to to was attract Tristan's attention.

"Awake again, are we? Well good."

He walked over to the side of the bed. He let his eyes roam over her body for a minute, taking in every aspect of her lovely form. Her slim body, her well shaped legs, he large breasts. He took a sharp breath in. What a beautiful slave I have, he mused to himself.

Suddenly he reached down and tore her panties and bra off. Erin gasped at the forceful removal of her remaining cloths. Erin's arousal was obvious. Tristan reaches down and slide a finger into her cunt. He pulled it out and sucked the juices off.

"Hmm... If I didn't know better, I would think you like this sort of thing. But from the way you were acting earlier, I guess you don't," Tristan said with a smile.

He slid his cloths off revealing his well toned body. Erin's eyes widened... his cock was huge. It was the biggest one she had ever seen. It was at least 8 inches long and pretty damn thick. Tristan moved to the side of the bed and positioned his cock next Erin's mouth.

"Suck it slut."

Erin clamped her mouth shut at first. Tristan smiled slightly and her mouth flew open. He slide his cock into her mouth.

"Now that is a good girl."

Erin moved her head and started sucking his cock. Tristan moaned slightly and then pulled his cock out of her mouth. He bent over her and bit her neck again, letting the blood flow. Erin bucked from the sensation, pleasure filling her body. Tristan stood up and climbed up onto the bed.

"You're a good cocksucker slut and you taste good, but I think I want to fuck you now."

Erin whimpered as she fought to keep her legs closed. Tristan made another motion and applied a little pressure on her knees. Her legs spread revealing her cunt for Tristan. Erin squeezed her eyes shut to keep from seeing him. He lowered himself over her and slid his cock into her. Erin's eyes flew open when she felt his cock fill her up.

Moving terribly slow at first, he slide in and out of Erin. Grunting, he started fucking her faster and harder. With every stroke, Erin moaned louder and louder.

"Slave, don't cum until I do. I want you to cum with me."

Erin's moans eventually turned into screams of pleasure. Tristan was close to cumming.

"Slave, I'm almost there! Cum with me," he cried.

And then he came into Erin. Feeling his cock pulse within her, she let go and the world turned white as she came and passed out from the pleasure. Tristan came down from the extreme high that he was at and stroke Erin's hair.

"Hmm... my slave, I do believe you and I will have much fun together."