[Author's note:
Yeah, it's been quite a while since I posted anything. A change of careers has made it much harder to find the energy to write much, due to overtime being basically mandatory in the truck-driving industry. But it does seem that I'm finally finding a little balance.
This is another small story inspired by some RP I've done before online, like one of my previous works. It's short, only 4 pages of A4 according to my word processor. But it's a good starting point and, if popular enough, or if I feel like it, I will probably write others.
Thanks in advance for reading.]
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The young-looking woman had gone by many names over many years. Centuries, in fact. Specifically six hundred and fifty-two years. She had forgotten most of them. But these days, she went by a very simple name, to those in the know: Fangs. Any other name was used only to get close to people who didn't know what she was.
She had a rather interesting history. One filled with magic, demons, angels and more. But these days, she spent her days prowling the world in search of humans. Humans from whom she could feed her appetites. And her appetites were many.
Blood was, of course, the main one. She needed it to survive. Too long without it and she would become practically feral. But she also had other needs. Entertainment, socialisation and sex. She fulfilled them all with humans. With other beings as well, but humans when she was around them.
Many immortal beings had given up on humans, except when they needed something specific. Demons required souls. Angels required worshippers for their "Almighty". Fangs just found them fun. Interesting, even. And so she prowled. She hunted. Sometimes for a snack, sometimes for other things.
And this night was no different. Dressed in a tight latex corset that enhanced her slim figure and her small, but perky breasts, a matching mini skirt that left nothing to the imagination and a pair of shiny thigh high boots, she moved through the dark, smoky club, the strobe lights flashing and illuminating her pale skin in different colours.
The heavy metal caused her to move her body in an energetic yet sultry fashion. Her skirt constantly moving, providing everyone around her peeks at her thong underneath, though it was somewhat hard to see, for most, in such a crowd with so much smoke from the smoke machines.
The crowds were difficult to move through. There were a good few hundred people in the dark room, the air filled with their scent. For a human it might have been awful, to to Fangs, it was exhilarating. A mixture of the scent of sweat, blood in veins and, though faint, sex.
As she moved through the crowd, dancing to the music, she looked around, the shoulder-length hair on her head whipping back and forth, the red tips and black roots clashing together constantly.
Fangs felt a pinch on her ass and looked behind her to find a young man winking at her as he made out with a woman, his other hand clearly between her legs, causing her to writhe in his grip and Fangs smirked at him before moving away again.
She eventually found the scent she was hunting for. Her friend, Tasha. A dark-haired woman with large breasts, a firm ass and hips of a perfect width below a slim waist. Tasha hadn't seen her, leaning against a pillar with one shoulder looking at the dance area in the middle of the large space. Fangs had come out of the crowd a small distance away.
She slipped into the shadows with a giggle to herself and moved like a shadow herself, sneaking up on the dark-haired beauty as quickly as she could. She knew Tasha would never hear or smell her, but she didn't want to be seen before...
Fangs hugged Tasha firmly from behind and kissed her neck, her right hand sneaking down to tease the hem of Tasha's skirt. "Hello, love."
Tasha jumped and then giggled. "Heya, sweetie. Nice dance?"
"Yeah, it was fun, Tash." Fangs replied with a smile. "Enjoy your drink?"
Tash grinned. "Mmhmm. Bloody Mary. Love 'em."
Fangs couldn't help but lick her lips. "Oh, I like part of them. You know alcohol takes a long time to effect me, after all."
In that time, Fangs' hand had wandered lower, slipping underneath Tasha's skirt to tease her pussy through her panties, her other hand sliding up to massage one of the busty woman's tits through her top and bra.
Tasha moaned softly and pressed back against Fangs.
"Mmm, I'd let you take me here, if it weren't so crowded." She said.
"Heh, I'd love that, love." Came the Vampire's reply. "But I think someone might figure out what I am and drive a stake through me out of fear."
"There's always the bathrooms." Tasha said with a seductive smirk, whilst looking back at Fangs.
Fangs almost growled with lust as she pulled Tasha with her, pushing their way through the crowds not in the most open area of the dance floor, heading to the back wall near one of the bars in the club. She pushed Tasha into the bathroom and followed her in, with Tasha giggling as she moved rapidly to one of the surprisingly clean stalls.
After she entered, Fangs closed and locked the door, which was almost floor-to-ceiling then pushed Tasha against the wall, pressing her lips against the human woman's forcefully, kissing her with passion and need as Tasha reciprocated, her lips parting to accept Fangs' tongue and allowing Tasha to run her own tongue across the Vampire's.
Fangs' hand returned to Tasha's lower body, sliding up her thigh to rub at her now-wet pussy through Tasha's panties. Tasha was so wet that the Vampiress could feel it clearly. She was literally dripping with lust and desire. And Fangs was willing to provide.
