Vampire Hunter Dee

It was finally the weekend. Surely she would see him in the Square tonight. Without a doubt. Dee smiled to herself as she sat before her vanity, considering her look for the evening. She really only had four options in this seaside resort town; she could go as a local beach rat, a tourist, a Goth or a skate punk. The Goth look was just not an option with her long blond curls, and she could never stay on a skateboard more than two seconds. Three tops. And a beach rat would never hold his attention for long. Very well then, she smiled, tourist it is.

Dee pulled her long curls back into a loose braid and applied a little mascara to her already dark lashes. Lipstick, too, was a necessity for her plan. The dark wine color made her lips look ripe for the taking. Perfume? Dee wriggled slightly where she sat. She was aroused just thinking of him, and that was all the fragrance she needed.

Going to her closet, she chose a sleeveless black top and a matching cover-up that tied at one hip and fell to just above her knees. Dee stepped into sexy sandals and headed for the door.

"No," she thought, "not yet." With a wicked grin, Dee slid her panties off and tossed them back into her bedroom. NOW she was ready.

The Square was only a couple of blocks from her apartment, and she walked eagerly, enjoying the smell of the ocean on the evening breeze, moving among the other people still milling about. She found a seat at a restaurant and ordered a glass of wine. Dee sipped thoughtfully as her eyes scanned the crowd. Where would he be tonight? There was a crowd around the street performer, who only moved when a dollar was put in his jar, but it was the usual lot of tourists. A pack of Goth kids stood across the way, looking surly and misunderstood in their baggy dark clothes, facial piercings and eyeliner.

"Ahhh, there he is," Dee smiled into her wine. Behind the kids, between two shops, moonlight traced the stirring of his too-black hair. She quivered with barely suppressed excitement, looked away, then back at him again. And was rewarded with a quick flash of his smoldering eyes as they reflected the light back at her. If she had blinked, she would have missed it. If she had not been looking for it, she would have dismissed it without a second thought. Well, SHE wouldn't have.

Dee stared at the shadow between the shops and very deliberately crossed her legs, purring to herself as the cover-up parted to reveal her entire thigh and hip. Again, his eyes burned in the darkness, and she did not look away. He stepped partially from shadows, and she licked her lips before taking a sip of wine, her heart hammering.

"By the Gods above and below," Dee whispered, "you are GORGEOUS." A slow smile stretched his full lips as he watched her watching him, and almond shaped eyes burned like fire above high cheekbones as he stepped back into the shadows.

"That's my cue," she muttered, her eyes not leaving his form. She took a last sip of wine, tucked a folded bill beneath the glass and stood. She could feel him calling her to him and quivered. Dee passed through the crowd and headed for the shadow where he had been, moving between the shops and down the sandy path to the beach. She didn't have to see him, he pulled her forward as surely as if he had her in his grasp. He was leaning against one of the pilings of the pier, his waist-length black hair moving in the sea breeze as if it were a wild thing.

"Looking for someone?" His rich chocolate voice actually made her knees weak.

"No," Dee said, stepping boldly within reach. "Looking for you."

She was nearly lost in his dark laughter as he took her face in his hands and bent to kiss her. Had he always been that tall? That strong? That overwhelmingly demandingly sexual? She melted against his hard, lean body, moaning as he devoured her mouth with his lips and tongue, her hands clutching ineffectively at his swirling hair.

Dee was gasping for breath, trying to regain her balance-was the ground spinning? He had moved back enough to look down at her, smiling that deliciously hungry smile.

"And what did you expect, once you had found me?"

There, the merest trace of the accent that she hadn't been able to place before. But now she could finally see the beautiful Asian planes of his face. She had been so entranced by the sound of his voice, it took a moment to understand his question.

Dee grinned up at him. "Everything, of course."

His hand was beneath her skirt, clutching her newly shaved pussy, one finger teasing. "Absolutely everything?"

She couldn't help but moan and thrust against his hand.

"And shall I take you here, in view of the tourists, or did you have another place in mind?"

Dee watched as he licked her juices from his hand. "Yes... I mean, I have a place."

His arm went around her waist, guiding her back toward the crowd, the lights, and the noise. His fingers were teasing her bare hip, and she could feel his dark laughter every time his touch made her lose her balance. He was such a bastard.

"I? But were you not LOOKING for me?"

Dee thought that for a moment the sound of his voice alone would make her climax. She looked at him with lust-glazed eyes before starting up the stairs to her place, knowing he would follow the sway of her hips, hoping he would wait until they were inside the apartment.

Inside, he was a shadow amongst the shadows again, his hair finally still around his shoulders. He watched her light a dozen or so tall hurricane candles, his eyes reflecting the flames.

"Yukio, at your service," he said with a bow.

"Dee," she said, going to her knees before him. "At yours." Her fingers deftly opened his pants, wondering what was it about black leather and vampires, as she released his cock with a hungry growl. She rubbed her cheek against his thickening shaft, inhaling his scent. It was his turn to moan as she took him into her hot wet mouth, his strong hands clenching in her hair as she swallowed him whole. Almost immediately, his cock was rock hard and throbbing in her throat, and he used her hair to move her head as he thrust almost lazily in and out of her mouth.

Her tongue danced and swirled over his pulsing rod, tracing the flaring ridge of his crown, stabbing into his slit for his oozing precum. Dee held his gaze as she slowly dragged her teeth down the length of his cock and over the purple tip. He quivered above her and she smiled knowingly. Ducking her head, she greedily slurped at his balls, sucking each orb into her mouth and bathing them with her tongue.

Yukio rubbed his leaking, swollen cock across her face, painting glistening trails of fluid over her cheeks, nose and chin. She purred between his knees and fluttered the tip of her tongue just beneath the head, laughing softly as his thighs quivered. His eyes were narrow slits as he pulled her head back by her hair.

"You know what comes of teasing," he warned.

"You," she purred, opening her mouth and extending her tongue wantonly.

Dee nearly choked as he drove his cock into her mouth, his hand on the back of her head grinding her nose into his pubic hair. She swallowed convulsively, her throat closing around him. He worked his hips in a rough circle, enjoying the sensations and her helplessness. He withdrew and she gasped for breath, and he thrust his cock home again, fucking into her mouth with short demanding strokes, his breath coming faster. She swallowed around him again and he moaned, quickly pulling his pulsing meat from her mouth. She grinned up at him and stabbed at his slit with the tip of her tongue.

With a growl he pulled her head back as his cock erupted, spurting hot jets of his seed into her mouth. Yukio pushed his cock between her lips, before he had finished spewing, and she latched on eagerly, milking him dry, sucking every last drop of cream up from his quivering balls. She moaned around him and swirled her tongue over his tip, not allowing him to soften.

He allowed her to pull back, smiled as she kissed the glistening swollen head. Dee rose to her feet, gave him a "come hither glance" and moved into her bedroom with a candle. When she turned, he stood in the doorway, gloriously naked.

"You are over-dressed," he said.

Laughing, she untied the bow at her hip and dropped the skirt to the floor. She heard his breath catch as her juices dripped down her inner thigh, glistening in the candle's light. Too fast to see, Yukio closed the distance between them, his hands ripping her blouse away as if it were made of tissue paper. Then she was pinned beneath him on the bed as he ravished her with kisses, his hands hot on her breasts, his long hair falling around them both, in a dark whisper. His mouth was demanding on hers, sucking at her lips and tongue, stealing her breath. She felt a jolt of anticipation when she his teeth graze her throat. But his mouth moved lower and Dee arched beneath him as his teeth closed over her nipples, sucking and nipping them into aching points of pure pleasure before moving on.

His tongue was pure fire as it stabbed into her dripping center, plunging deeply, noisily slurping at her juices. "Give it to me," Yukio demanded. He spread her slippery petals with his fingers and swirled his tongue over her clit. She gasped, her body rigid and on the brink.

He drew back the hood of her swollen bud and lowly licked the exposed tip.

Dee screamed and bucked beneath him as the orgasm ripped through her. She reached for him, but Yukio pinned her hands to the bed with his own, his tongue working furiously over her pulsing clit, coaxing the sweet flood of her juices. She sobbed with each spasm as he drew her further into the rushing pleasure, refusing to release her, refusing to stop until she was begging him for mercy.

"I must say, I thought you'd have lasted longer," Yukio purred from between her thighs, licking her juices from his lips.

Speech was beyond Dee. She merely gazed at him, grinning like a mutant Cheshire.

Yukio traced a random pattern high on her inner thigh with his tongue... and sank his teeth deep, finding the femoral artery and feeding at last.

After the initial flash of pain, Dee gave in to his hunger, knotting her hands in his hair and drawing him closer. Yukio's Kiss soon had her writhing beneath him, especially as he worked two fingers in and out of her hot, eager pussy. He withdrew and moved up her body, sucking her juices from his fingers and then kissing her mouth, sharing the flavor of his feasts.

"My turn" she purred, and surprised him by flipping him to his back before climbing astride.

Yukio sighed appreciatively as she slowly impaled herself on his thick erection. Dee moved her hips in a slow circle, stretching herself to accommodate him with a little moan. He quivered to feel her hot velvet core clench around his cock like a fist.

"Haunt me in my dreams, will you?" Dee rode him oh so slowly, still gripping him hard with her muscles.

"What better way to learn what you like?" he asked, reaching up to roll her nipples between his fingers roughly, his laughter dark as she moaned and shivered atop him.

"Works both ways," she purred. Dee raked her nails down his chest and across the dark circles of his own nipples. He rewarded her with a full arching thrust that lifted them both from the bed. Her hands reached behind her, scratching up the insides of his thighs, laughing as he trembled, his cock jumping within her. Dee leaned forward and kissed him lustily, biting his lower lip and feeling the electric sting of his blood on her tongue.

"Bad boy," she whispered, nipping his earlobe while her hips moved in slow figure eights. "Never allowing me to see your face. Never allowing me to know your name." Dee licked the path of his jawbone and bit his other lobe. "All the while filling my dreams with your cock..." She sat up, and smiled down at him, her lips stained with his blood. His wrists were held in manacles above his head.

Yukio smiled and allowed her the fantasy of having him chained, pumping steadily into her greedy hot core.

"Well, what did you expect?" he said, starting to lose himself in the pleasure of her body. "You are something of a myth among my kind. I had to know if the rumors were true about the woman who preferred us to mortal men."

Dee increased her pace, riding his cock eagerly, pinching his nipples and thrilling to his gasps of pleasure. She leaned forward again, kissing him deeply, hands braced on his shoulders as she drove them both toward completion.

"Come, my beautiful devil," she purred, "give me what I want." Her fingers were merciless on his nipples.

With an bestial cry, Yukio drove into her demanding velvet sheath, his back arched off the bed, his body filmed with sweat as he finally pumped his thick seed into her depths, bucking as he felt her spasm around him, coming with him. Yukio longed to take her in his arms, to feel her heart pounding against his chest. Amazingly, the flimsy manacles held him tight.

Dee sat atop him, smiling wickedly. Reaching between her thighs, she gathered their mingled juices and carefully painted an arcane pattern on his chest.

"You are mine, Yukio-devil."

He laughed and fought the restraints again, unbelieving. His laughter died in his throat and his eyes blazed.

"You can fight them for a thousand years and they will still hold you. At their core is the hair of one of your brethren. I bought them on EBay."

His look was black as she bent to kiss him, once again biting his lip and taking his blood. She dismounted and walked to a little cabinet where she withdrew a dark, rune-covered bottle. Pulling the cork, Dee carefully spat his blood into its secret depths. She gathered some of their mingled essence from where it dripped down her inner thigh, and this too was added to the bottle. She corked it tightly and placed it back in the cabinet.

Yukio looked at her in horror.

Dee smoothed his hair and kissed him softly. "Now and forever, you are truly mine, Yukio. Didn't they warn you that I would lock your soul away in my pretty cabinet?"

His eyes widened, and she knew he had heard and ignored their words.

"How many mortals have you tormented, held in your thrall, you greedy, beautiful devil?"

Yukio actually opened his mouth to tell her.

Dee put her finger over his lips, smiling gently at his panic. "Not so fun when the shoe's on the other foot is it?" She couldn't help but laugh. "Actually, it is, but I won't tease you."

"You are a wicked woman," he said sullenly.

"I? But you've been hunting me, following me for months, and seducing me in my sleep. Did you think you were better than the others?"

His embarrassed look told her he had.

"Now then, some rules before I release you. Yes, don't look so shocked, I don't intend you keep you tied up-how are you to use those talented fingers then? The cabinet won't open to you and you can't break the bottle. In fact, you won't even be able to SEE it. You won't be able to kill me, either by feeding or otherwise, and I know you'd like nothing more than just that."

She reached above his head, and his hands were free.

Yukio rubbed his wrists, giving her the blackest look with his dark eyes.

Dee purred and pulled him from the bed and into the bathroom. "Come on, shower time. The night is young, and I intend to fuck you until I can't walk straight."

In spite of himself, Yukio's cock rose eagerly at the prospect.