Submission

I wait in the alley way. I don't exactly feel comfortable standing here in the poorly-lit brick wall lined path, but for some reason, you didn't approach me while I was sat in the bar. I could feel your eyes on me, practically undressing me, one piece of clothing at a time and it was delicious.

I've felt you watching me for weeks now, and quite frankly, it's no longer enough. I'm fed-up of the mystery and silence; I can feel that you want me and to be honest, I want you too. I think it could be deeper than lust, but it's hard to know when our interactions so far have been limited to you staring and me gaining the odd furtive glance. Tall, handsome, piercing blue eyes, always dressed in black with that long leather duster, black boots and a tight fitting black t-shirt that clings to your muscular, toned chest. I'm not quite sure what you might have underneath those black jeans, but I'm pretty confident that I won't be disappointed.

I'm playing silly, reckless games this Halloween evening, because I've run out of any other ideas. I've made myself look as innocent and as vulnerable as possible. I mean, there are still silver stakes stuck down the side of my brown ankle boots, and there's still a protective talisman around my pale throat, but the flower-y, knee length summer dress, the white lingerie underneath, the tight little pale pink cardigan and the light, pale make-up on my face all suggests a sweet, girl next door, brunette college student, rather than bad-ass vampire slayer.

Yes, I know you're a vampire, but I know you're different. I might have been brought up to believe that the only good vampire is a dead one, but I don't happen to subscribe to that any more. Weirdly enough, vampires are a lot like people -- there are good ones as well as bad, and currently, there's nothing that makes me think I need to kill you. Other than the frustration of your avoidance.

"Must you really be so foolish, Eva?" you ask, stepping out of the dense shadows that you wear like a cloak around you when I dare to look in your direction.

"Apparently," I reply, keeping the smile on my face small, although I am quite sure you can see the one in my eyes shining far more brightly. "You're here, aren't you?"

"Yes, because I know you'll merely do something more stupid if I don't at least talk to you."

"Given you know this, why not just have a drink with me in the bar?"

You sigh, running a large, short-nailed hand over your head. "I had hoped you'd be sensible."

"I don't want to be sensible," I say, take a step closer to you, my brown eyes staring into yours. "I want to be loved and desired and wanted."

"There are plenty of men that want you," Eric says with a small growl in his voice that I hope is jealousy.

"Perhaps, but I definitely don't want them."

"What do you want?"

"I thought that was obvious," I say, putting my hand against your chest. "I want you."

"You don't know me."

"I want to."

"I'm dangerous."

"So am I."

Your eyes look me up and down. "Perhaps."

"I'm not afraid of you," I say, stepping closer still, my body almost pressed up against yours.

"I wish you were."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to hurt you."

"It's not really up to you. I'm the one in control of my feelings. Besides, don't you think saying no, when I can tell you want me too, doesn't hurt us both?" I ask, letting my body press into yours, feeling your cock stir against me. I stand on tip toes and my tongue almost brushes against your ear as I whisper "Eric."

You put your hands on my upper arms, holding them tightly as you stare into my eyes, and I can't tell if you want to kiss me or kill me for the way I'm acting right now. And to be honest, I don't care which it is, because if you don't kiss me soon, I might as well be dead. Everything about my body is begging you to kiss me, and I feel almost desperate with desire and tortured by the thought that maybe you don't realise.

One hand tightens on my arm, but the other moves towards my face, gently moving my hair. Your fingers brush my face lightly as you do this, before stroking my cheek more deliberately. Then, you take my chin in your hands and gently tilt my head back so that there is nowhere for my gaze to go but back to yours, and you rub your thumb against my lips, making them part ever so slightly. My breath hitches and my eyes close as your lips finally take what mine have been so desperate to give.

It feels as though time is standing still, as my senses are filled with you, although there's nothing to directly hear from you -- only the effect you have on my racing heartbeat. I can smell the masculine predatory musk and faint scent of soap on your skin; can feel the soft cotton of your shirt and the taut muscles underneath, as well as the cool touch of your hands upon my warm, bare skin; can taste you on my lips and in my mouth as our tongues dance against one another; and even with my eyes closed, I can see your intense, brilliant blue eyes staring into my soul.

I wrap my arms around your neck, and kiss back passionately, making your tongue chase mine, letting my teeth pull at your bottom lip when you force us to break apart.

"Was that really..."

You kill my words with another kiss, and suddenly, we're unstoppable. You let me pull the coat off you and the t-shirt up over your head, and the tightly chiselled chest I've been dreaming of is now cool and hard beneath my warm, lightly exploring fingers.

Your hands grab mine, entwining our fingers as you push me up against the wall, your hot, wanting mouth smothering me, your intense stare seemingly casting a spell of lust and surrender over my suddenly aching body. A delicious shiver runs through me and my breath quickens at the mere thought of what you might do to me as your hard, strong body presses up against me, crushing my breasts upon your chiselled chest. And with a third kiss, reason abandons me and I know that I am yours; that all of my body's wants and desires are yours to do with as you choose.

From out of nowhere, lighting flashes across the sky, and a cool rain begins to lightly fall, slowly seeping into my hair, clothing and skin. The sudden clap of thunder followed by another streak of lightning cause us both to momentarily look at the heavens, briefly wondering if this is a sign to us both, a reminder that a vampire and a human should not be doing what we're about to. Then we stare into each other's eyes, and we both know that we won't stop know. I can feel you inside my head, almost hearing your thoughts, as your cock stirs against me, as you silently defy the gods, I will have her.

I shiver, not sure if you can really read my mind, but I tell you anyway, Good, because I want you.

I can feel the huge hard bulge in your jeans pressing in to me, as your hand slips the straps of my dress down off my shoulders, undoing the zip at the back to pull down the top of half of my dress. You run your hands over the flimsy cotton, your fingers pinching at the nipples before ripping the bra in half. My nipples seem to harden even more, begging to be touched, and I moan as your hands clench at my breasts, squeezing them tight, your nails digging into the tender flesh.

I whimper a little, my pussy tightening with each wave of pleasurable pain. "That feels so good Eric," and I watch as you shiver slightly as the breathy moan of your name excites you further.

You pinch my hard erect nipples, and I can feel you watching the pulsing veins in my neck, and wonder how tempting the hot blood coursing right below my skin is to you. My heart beat quickens as the tingling feeling between my legs spreads, and it makes my knees weaken.

Your hands slide up the inside of my dress, caressing my thighs and ass, before almost effortlessly, ripping off my panties, leaving them discarded on the floor beside your coat and t-shirt. Your hands and fingers find my hot throbbing clit, and tease it with delicate little touches that make me insane with want. I feel your finger tips tracing from my tight virgin asshole to the tight entrance of my aching pussy, delicately moving over the sensitive lips of my pussy, over and over again.

You place my hand against the bulge in your jeans and look at me expectantly. A slow, seductive smile spreads across my lips, as I let my fingers undo the tight button, pressing the zip hard against your cock as I pull it down. They fall easily given the extra weight from the pouring rain, and your cock springs out, hard and thick, and much bigger than I was expecting.

Your hand strokes my pussy one last time, feeling it cling tightly to even just the one finger you've placed inside, before they move to the tops of my shoulders. You force me down in front of you, and I stare up at you through my rain-splatted spectacles, looking at your blue eyes, before my attention is drawn to the hand you bring to your hard thick shaft. You smear your cock with its slick salty pre-cum over my lips, before saying "Suck my dick, my hot little kitten. You look like you need some warm milk."

It's too big for my mouth really, but you force the plump wet hard swollen head between my lips anyway, and my tongue laps up the salty hot pre-cum dripping out the slit in the head. I lick it, softly and slowly, trying to get my jaw relaxed and a feel for the massive cock in my mouth. But clearly, you have other ideas.

Between the rain and my heart beat, I hear your deep voice commanding me to fulfil your desires.

"Suck my dick, kitten," you say, as you grab my hair and force your cock deeper into my mouth. "Swallow it kitten, take all of this big hard dick." You're forcing it down my throat and I can't breathe, and it both terrifies me and arouses me more than I have ever been before. I can feel tears running down my face, mingling with the rain, and you force me to take every possible inch down my tight, gasping throat. "That's it kitten, suck the fuck out of my dick."

Every time you pull out, I quickly gasp as much air as I can before you force the head deep and hard back in to my throat. "Mmmm, you need to drink up some hot thick cream kitten," you groan, tangling your hands deeper into my hair.

I don't know how long I can cope with this, with the drool dripping from the sides of my completely filled mouth -- I don't even know how I have managed to last this long. Your thick head is throbbing as you gag fuck my mouth, driving it deep and fast in and out of my throat again and again.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," you groan, and suddenly, a huge hot thick stream of cum spews down my throat, too much liquid for me to take and it drips out the corners of my mouth, landing on my naked, wet breasts. "Oh fuck kitten, that was so hot."

I stare up at you, catching my breath as I remain kneeling in front of you. My jaw aches, but if you asked me to, I would take that beautiful cock back into my mouth and lick it clean.

The look of satisfaction and desire on your face suddenly disappears, and I see disappointment and concern fall upon your face.

"Wait, please don't..." I say, reaching up for you, but you've already gone, leaving your coat and t-shirt on the cold, wet cobbles "...go." I sigh, feeling slightly hurt and disappointed, and I decide to put your coat on, wrapping it around me as I pull up the top of my dress. "Bloody vampires," I mutter, sticking my hands in your pocket as I decide to go looking for a fight.

***

3am. All is quiet and dark, and I flick on the lights in my apartment. It's been an odd night, cool and wet, and I'm still trying to make my peace with it, especially as I could not find a single evil vampire to take my frustrations out on. My jaw aches from you fucking my mouth, but it's a slightly delicious, slutty kind of pain and it annoys me to admit, but the memory has meant that my pussy has not stopped dripping.

I wish you hadn't run off, as though it was so terrible that my hot little mouth and throat could make you lose control in such a manner, but you were gone before I could tell you that it was okay; that if it's you doing it, I don't care what you do to me.

I sigh, take off my clothes and slip on a short, silk nightdress that barely covers my ass, pale pink that seems to make my lightly tanned skin glow. My nipples are still hard and erect, pushing out the smooth, cool fabric and I tease them a little, pinching them slightly as I remember how good it felt to have your lips around them.

I want to find my toy, turn it on and imagine it's you fucking me, holding my head down against the pillow as I scream out your name when I cum, but I'm tired and irritated, and that is not the mindset for trying to achieve an orgasm. Instead, I climb onto the bed and after several moments of tossing and turning, fall into a deep and restless sleep.

In my dreams, I'm back in the alleyway with you, although I'm in my nightdress and you have no shirt or coat.

"I shouldn't have done that," you say, standing close but not close enough.

"Yes, you should have," I reply, putting my hand against your cheek. "Well, not the running off, but I was more than happy for you to make me suck your cock," I say, smiling, staring into your eyes as I slowly lick my lips. "I wish you'd stayed. There was so much more we could have done."

"Oh?" you say, arching an eyebrow suggestively, looking frustrated and appalled that you're responding to my flirting.

"Are you saying you have no other ideas?" I ask, wrapping my arms around your neck, beginning to kiss your jaw, making little bites after each soft kiss. I let my teeth pull lightly on your bottom lip before kissing you properly, desperate to make you see that I am not some fragile, delicate creature, but a woman with desire and lust and a longing to be filled only by you.

"You sure you want to do this?" you ask, after I break away.

"How many times—yes," I say, letting my hand run across the huge, aching bulge in the front of your jeans. "I want you to fuck me Eric," I whisper in your ear, pulling at your earlobe with my teeth.

"You're sure? Because this is your last chance to walk away," you say, your blue eyes practically begging me to leave.

"I want you, Eric," I reply, staring into your eyes before kissing you softly.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," you growl, spinning me around and pressing my thinly covered body against the wall, my hard, aching nipples erect against the cool brick.

You pin my wrists up above my head with one strong hand, while the other teases the inside of my pale thighs.

"Ohhhhh," I moan, deliciously turned on and already wet as your fingers brush against my pussy lips and clit like a kiss from the wind. I feel you press your body against mine, kissing the back and sides of my neck, trailing your nails across my spine, before you run your finger across my pussy again, bringing your glistening digit to your mouth and licking it slowly.

You do it again, this time placing your finger against my lips.

"You are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. You should taste for yourself," you say, forcing the finger into my mouth.

I suck hard, remembering the cruel thrusts of your cock earlier and shiver, desperate for more.

"Oh so eager, my little kitten," you chuckle, grabbing my silk clad breasts, pinching the nipples hard as I moan and arch back into you. Kneading them in your big strong hands, making me so hot and wet that I already want to claw at the wall, wanting more of that strange erotic mix of pleasure and pain.

Then I feel you running your big hard cock against my pussy and I whimper and moan, wriggling against you in a desperate silent plea to be filled.

You tease me a little, licking at my neck, biting it ever so gently, as you rub against my lower lips, coating your cock in the juices dripping there. You grab my wrists again and without warning, thrust hard into my tight, hot wet pussy.

I gasp and shriek a little -- it's too big, too big for my tight wet hole -- and I feel you caressing me gently, kissing my neck, even as you're tearing me apart.

"You're okay kitten. Just relax and take my big hard dick in your tight wet pussy," you groan against my ear, your voice like a deep, rich honey. You keep kissing and whispering in my ear until the tight hard clench of my pussy begins to relax, allowing you to begin sliding in and out of my slick wet cunt.

My eyes roll back slightly—I've never felt such pain and pleasure before, never felt so completely filled.

You begin to thrust harder and deeper, and I moan in delight as you grasp my breasts tightly, clenching them hard even as your hands soften the blows against the wall as you fuck me.

"Oh fuck," I whisper, feeling almost mad with sensation. "Oh fuck, yes."

You wrap your arm across my chest, squeezing my breasts close as you allow one hand to start playing with my throbbing, erect clit.

My shrieks and moans get more desperate, the words falling from my lips more obscene as I beg you to fuck me harder and deeper. "Oh fuck, please, oh fuck me Eric, fuck me hard. Fill my pussy with cum, please, I beg of you. Fuck me hard."

I push my ass out and back so that it meets your deep, hard thrusts and I can feel your balls slap against me.

"Ohmigod, oh please, oh fuck, oh fuck me Eric I'm so close, please, fuck me Eric fuck me," I beg and plead, feeling as though I'm dangling on a precipice, just needing that one little sensation that drives me completely and utterly over the edge.

"That's it. Oh yes, cum for me, kitten," you whisper, dragging your nails across my nipples. "Cum on this big hard dick."

Colours explode behind my closed eyes as I arch violently, head thrown back with the undeniable force of a beautifully intense orgasm. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohmigod Eric, oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!" I scream, my pussy clenching tightly on your cock and I suddenly hear you groan, as your cock thickens and spews inside my tight, hot cunt.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck," you groan, holding me tightly, as my nails dig even harder against the wall as I almost immediately cum again.

And then I realise, not all of it, is a dream.

As my eyes open, primal instincts take control; and in that split second, before my brain can catch up to my body, I try to scream and start to struggle. Your hand clamps around my mouth and you hold me tightly against you, your free hand stroking my side with kind caresses.

"Shh, shh, Eva, it's me, it's me. You're okay," you whisper, your words calming me more quickly than they should.

"What the... What are you doing?" I hiss, realising that not only are you in my bed, but your cock is inside my hot throbbing pussy, stretching and filling me to breaking point.

"I'm sorry. This was the best way for both us. You're so unbelievably tight, there was no way I was going to get my cock into you unless you were extremely relaxed," you say as if it were the most normal and natural thing in the world for a man/vampire to do to a woman.

"And this was the best way you could think of?" I say angrily, not quite sure what I'm angry about. Am I angry because you didn't wake me? Because you managed to sneak into my apartment? Because you don't seem to have any intention of removing your cock? Whatever my reasons, I feel angry at you. Or maybe I'm angry at myself for not really being angry at you.

"Yes," you reply simply. "You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Enjoyed what? I was asleep," I mutter crossly.

"Kinda," you say. I can feel you smirking, even as you begin kissing my neck. "With the exception of those kisses at the start, everything you felt and did in the dream, was everything I did to you just now. And we were in the bed rather than against the wall, although I'm happy to do that now."

I'd like to be mad and say that I didn't feel a damn thing, but it would not be true. My body is trembling, my breasts (especially my nipples) are throbbing sweetly, and I feel deliciously torn apart. You ease yourself out of me and I almost want to cry I feel so empty without you.