by Adam Thielen
“Not lately,” he said. “Vampires tend to need that sort of thing less.”
“That’s a little sad,” she remarked, pouting her lips.
“Like I said, being a vampire is different,” assured Matthias. “If I need it, my… body will tell me.”
Tsenka laughed. “You were going to say your dick.”
“I thought it might be rude.”
“No!” said Tsenka. “By all means, let’s talk about your dick.”
“If that’s what you want to talk about,” he said. “It doesn’t bother me.”
“You don’t think you can get an erection?”
“I didn’t say that,” refuted Matthias. “I just think it would tell me if I needed that kind of activity.”
“So if you got hard right now,” she hypothesized, “then you’d need it.”
“Someone definitely needs it here,” he said.
Tsenka felt embarrassed. She had marched right into that conclusion. The wine was taking its toll, destroying her subtlety.
“I’m just teasing,” he said. “No... I’m flirting, actually. Why deny it?” he thought out loud. “You’re beautiful, and I’m lucky I enticed you back tonight.”
Tsenka didn’t reply but instead stared into Matthias’s eyes. For a few moments, he stared back, sensing a challenge. Her light brown eyes burrowed into his psyche, and his eyes moved down to the table in submission. At this, she rose from her seat and circled the table toward the nightstalker.
Sitting at the table, he hadn’t gotten a good look at her for most of the evening. She wore a pair of flesh-tone leggings with a red nanoskirt that hugged her hips and rested mid-buttock with a segment of sheer silk draping down to her upper thigh. Her midriff was covered by a wispy veil with a thicker layer over the top half of her torso. Her shoulders were bare, with red sleeves covering her arms.
While she had dressed for a date, Matthias looked more like he was attending a meeting, with a plain black button-down shirt and khaki pants. He sat with quiet anxiety as she approached. Surely this isn’t what it looks like, he thought.
Tsenka kicked off her flats and slipped her thumbs inside the waistline of her leggings, slowly sliding them down to her thighs, then knees, then ankles. She stood up and stepped out of them, grabbed the edge of the table, then shifted it away from where Matthias sat.
She stepped to the left side of Matthias’s chair and grabbed the backrest with one hand, then threw a leg over him and descended onto his lap, bare. Matthias looked up at her, unconvinced that he wasn’t daydreaming about Agent Tsenka Cho, again.
“Hi,” she said as their eyes met, this time much closer than they had ever been.
“What are we doing?” asked Matthias, somewhat uncomfortable, but unwilling to make any sudden movements. He breathed in her perfume and the import of her actions sunk in. He felt himself harden, only adding to his discomfort.
“I just wanted to get a little closer,” she said with faux innocence. There was no hesitance in her voice, no nervousness.
“We are definitely closer now,” he said, unable to do much more than report his observations. His pants were now very uncomfortable.
“But maybe not close enough, yet,” she said, leaning in with her lips parted just slightly. She teased his with a few small kisses, then brought her hand up to his jaw and tugged it downward, giving her tongue an opening. He began to return her affection, placing his hands around her hips and sliding down toward her cheeks. She moved back to gaze into his eyes.
“I knew you just wanted to ride my massive cock,” he said.
In response, she pushed her exposed pussy against the bulge in his pants. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe you aren’t ready for this,” she teased.
“I am fairly certain,” he started, “that if I wasn’t ready, my body would have a way of shutting this down.”
She cocked her head to the side, then laughed. “That’s a fucking meme, isn’t it? Good, you’re still here then.” She pushed her lips against his again, biting his tongue when it entered her mouth while rhythmically grinding against him.
Tsenka rose slightly and grabbed a fistful of the vampire’s hair, pulling his head back. Matthias stared at the ceiling. “Oh god,” he uttered. His hands crawled up her chest, burrowing underneath her top. His fingers slid over her nipples until his hands cupped her breasts.
When she released his hair and lowered back down, Matthias wasn’t sure, at first, what was different. Her eyes widened and she smiled at him with a warmness somewhat out of place in the sea of pure lust. But when she rose again, he realized she had opened his fly and pushed his cock inside while he had been looking up. He moaned loudly, then again quieter as she lowered again, this time further than before.
“Now, we are almost close enough,” she said slyly, rocking her hips back and forth, slow and steady at first, then speeding up gradually. “Almost there.”
But for Matthias, there was nothing almost about it as he began to come. He hid it, staying still and muting his voice. Once finished, he found himself drawn to her neck again, and began to gently peck at it, sucking at the skin. He moved to her earlobe and gave it a soft bite.
“I want to drink you,” he whispered. “Let me drink you.”
“Mmmm,” she considered while her fingers pulled his shirt open one button at a time. “A’ight. Carefully.”
Matthias extended the sharp points of his fangs and cupped her neck with his right hand. He pulled her down toward his mouth and sealed his lips on her skin. The vampire pressed the points into her skin, slowly puncturing with just the tips. Blood flowed into his mouth.
Tsenka moaned loudly as she came. This had been her secret fantasy. As he drank her blood he began to see glimpses of her life, and feel some of her feelings. Matthias focused on the sexual side of her mind. What does she want? he wondered. How far will she go?
Tsenka rocked slower now as the vampire continued to drink. He felt her pulse with one hand and gripped her ass with the other. He could feel her strength leaving her and entering him. After a few moments of subtle siphoning, he had seen and felt enough, and decided it was his turn to be the aggressor.
Matthias pressed his tongue against the puncture wound, creating a seal with his saliva. He rose from the chair, pushing it backward with his legs, Tsenka’s still wrapped around him. He held her up by the waist as her thighs gave out and her feet returned to the floor.
Matthias took her by the biceps and began to turn her around. She tried to resist, but had not the strength. He placed a hand on her back and pushed her onto the table. Her head came to rest next to the flickering flames. Matthias pressed his cock against her anus.
“No, wait, hold on a second,” she said weakly as he continued to position his member. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his briefs down lower.
“Tell me you don’t want it,” he challenged.
“Oh god,” she cried.
Matthias pushed forward, firmly easing his cock past her sphincter muscle. Tsenka’s moans became high pitched and loud. He pulled out, then back in a little further, then out again, slowly moving in deeper with each thrust. Tsenka moved her hips in response, sometimes curling forward to try to shrink away, then arching when she wanted a little more.
“Ungh,” she whined. “Bet you want to come in me, don’t you?”
“Already did once,” he admitted.
“What?” she asked, suddenly aware of the wetness creeping down her leg. A moment later, she was again distracted. “Not so hard… ow... oh god.”
Matthias continued to work his way in with slow thrusts while Tsenka began to rub her clit. When he was deep enough for her butt to press against his pelvis, he gripped her shoulders and pushed further inside.
“It’s too much,” she moaned.
“Almost there,” he mimicked with a grin. He pulled out all the way to the tip, then pushed back in, slowly at first, then began to speed up. He could feel her loosening a little with each push. His movement changed from a stead
y in and out to a rougher forward thrust, punctuated with his pelvis smacking against her cheeks.
He continued pounding harder, then faster, then harder still. Tsenka continued to cry out words of meek protest mixed with shouts of ecstasy. With his left hand gripping her shoulder, he grabbed the hair on the top of her head. She plunged her fingers into her pussy, and her moaning became a constant sound with short pauses for breath.
Without warning, Matthias felt a second orgasm come and his pelvis jerked, hitting Tsenka hard enough to push the table forward. She squealed in surprise and he moaned loudly. For several seconds his thrusts became spasms. As the ecstasy passed, he slowed, then stopped, coming to rest as deep as he could manage.
Tsenka pushed at his hips, but Matthias didn’t want to leave. He looked down at her ass and slowly pulled away while admiring the view. “Jesus,” he said.
Beads of sweat glistened on their bodies, and after he pulled out, he took a step back and stared at her while she continued to rest on the table.
“Jesus,” he repeated. He wanted to sit and think, but as he stared at her lying on the table, heaving and moaning softly, he felt a need for something more than physical rise up from a distant place in his mind. He took her hand and lifted her upright to face him. Her breath was heavy and slow. They broke into simultaneous smiles and brought their lips together, kissing gently and playfully.
Tsenka Cho left shortly after their encounter. She needed to process what she was feeling, and what she wanted to gain by this venture. She felt an irrational shame that somehow she had rushed into sex based on silly fantasy.
“I’ll come by tomorrow,” she forced out before leaving.
Matthias wanted to quip about needing a daily intel briefing, but the words wouldn’t come, and he watched her go without saying more than “Goodnight.”
The ride home seemed particularly quiet, as if the world had stilled itself. Her car took her to a middle-class district lined with walls of studio apartments that stretched for miles with only a few ground-level breaks for vehicles to traverse between rows.
Back at her apartment, she made for the shower. She could still feel part of him inside her. She liked it at first, but then it just felt gross. Her ass throbbed, but she didn’t mind it. She wasn’t sure what she felt about Matthias but was honest enough with herself to admit that seeds of affection had been planted, and it scared her. Six hours before she was due at the NRI’s KC station, she climbed into bed, and the tornado of thoughts swirled until she abruptly fell asleep.
Throughout her work day, as slow as it was, she continued thinking of the vampire, replaying their dinner and sex over in her mind. In the morning she had sworn to herself that returning right away would be rash. At lunch, she resolved that she would give herself at least a day to think and make him miss her. After work, she decided there’d be no harm in stopping by to say hello after the sun went down. She did say she would, after all.
Tsenka showered again and then sat at her kitchen table listlessly reading supplementary intelligence releases. It was always her goal to be the most informed agent at the station, and her constant reading all but ensured that to be the case.
Every few minutes she would fidget with her com. She didn’t want to call if he was still asleep. Cho held out until 8:59. She practiced in her mind. Ay, Matthias, mind if I stop by, maybe watch a movie or chat? No, that wouldn’t do at all. Hi, Matt, how about I come over and we continue where we left off last night? Oh god, he’ll just laugh at that one, she decided. Hello, Matthias, want some company this evening? Okay, she thought, that’s not too bad.
I’m a mess, she admitted. This wouldn’t be happening if I had a normal social life instead of obsessing over reports as a hobby. Shit, it’s after nine, I should call. His address already saved, she looked at the entry and the com responded by projecting an image onto her cornea, placing a large green call button in the air in front of her. She touched it and waited while the device softly beeped. A red disconnect button appeared in the air as the other side answered.
“Hi, Tsenka,” Matthias greeted.
Tsenka froze for a moment. “I’m coming over,” she declared, then immediately swung at the disconnect button. “God dammit,” she muttered while slumping in her chair.
“I wonder what Shawn thinks of all the noise,” Tsenka remarked late in the evening as the pair lay in bed. A warm light provided just enough illumination for Matthias’s eyes to see clearly. The walls of the vampire’s bedroom were plain and smooth, painted an icy blue with no paintings, pictures, or other hanging decorations.
“It would be very out of the ordinary for him to be awake at this hour,” said Matthias. “Even then, I’m not sure he’d notice if we were five feet away.”
“I’m sorry, that must be tough.”
“Yeah...”
“So, what is this?”
“What’s what?” asked Matthias.
“This,” she repeated. “What we are doing.”
“Are you wanting a serious answer now?” asked Matthias while lying on his side and resting his head on Tsenka’s chest.
“I imagine you are too old for games,” she replied.
“Oh good, we are starting with old jokes already,” he said in a sullen tone.
“I like older men,” she said, grinning. “Which reminds me, I thought... certain vampires didn’t like sex.”
Matthias lifted his head up and lay on his back, shoulder to shoulder with her. “It’s been a long time.”
“How long?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“Years?” she asked.
“Yep,” he admitted.
“Hmm,” she considered. “So, what you are saying is you were desperate.”
“Would’ve fucked a wild boar if it had walked in and tolerated my cooking,” he said, pressing his lips together to keep from smiling.
“You asshole!” she cried. Tsenka rolled over and attempted to sit up, but Matthias grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back down. She laughed and slapped him on the chest. Matthias grabbed her wrists and pinned them while kissing her neck where the bite mark was still fresh.
“I am serious, Matt,” she said. He noted her change in addressing him. “I’ve always put relationships last. I need to, in order to focus on my work.”
“What are you asking?” he said. “How serious will this get?”
“Something like that.”
“Well, what do you want?” he asked. “Booty calls only?”
“What calls?” she puzzled, her tone intensifying. “I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I can expect out of this… from you.”
Matthias took it in and understood her meaning. “Yeah,” he said. “I get it. I’m cold, pale, old.”
“Oh, come on, I don’t mean it like that,” she responded. “But do you feel anything for me?”
“We barely know each other,” he countered. “I think it’s way early to worry about that.”
“Not for me,” she insisted.
“I don’t know what I’m capable of,” he admitted. “Anytime I think I do, I turn out to be wrong. I like you, though. I feel something. I don’t know exactly what it is, and if you need full assurance now, I think you should just think of this as some fun.”
“Okay,” she said with a nod. “Sorry to make this so awkward. No hurt feelings?”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make me feel better,” he replied.
On cue, she rolled over and kissed his chest, then his belly button, then lower still, until she was quite sure he felt better. For the rest of the evening, they lay quietly, drifting in and out of sleep as soft nature sounds played in the background.
Episode 3: The Reunion
Vampires need sleep. They may need it more than humans, or it may just be that the sun saps them of the strength to remain conscious, even through walls and barriers that appear to completely block out its rays. And so, while Matthias watched over Tsenka from dusk until dawn, he had to retreat to a ne
arby room the staff had prepped for him when the sun rose.
Three nights had passed since Tsenka’s admittance to Saint Luke’s. The agency had quickly acted to restore her vital organs with stem cells and an implant to stabilize her heart rate, but the board of the intelligence department argued about what should be done about damage to her skin, muscles, and spinal column that wouldn’t simply heal over time.
As the sun set that third day, Matthias woke to the sound of his com’s chime. He answered.
“Yeah?” he asked, still groggy.
“Matthias, it’s Kate.”
“Kate. What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry, Matt,” she said, clearing her throat. “The board has v-voted to let their insurance corp d-decide what procedures they are obliged to pay for.”
“No, Kate,” he replied. “They can’t do that. You can’t do that.”
“I t-tried, Matt,” she stuttered. “But they—”
“You said you’d get it done, remember?” said Matthias loudly.
“I didn’t think it would be this way,” she said in an apologetic tone. “The security is tight. The logs… they are hashed such that I can’t change anything without it lead, lead… l-leading back to me.”
“No, Kate!” he yelled, ignoring her speech difficulty. “I won’t hear it. She gave you her good years. Gave up any semblance of a life outside of work to help you idiots in your stupid crusade.”
“Matt, c-calm down, p-please.”
“I won’t,” he yelled. “She woke up yesterday. She has no idea how bad it is. I told her I’d take care of her. Now what the fuck do I say?”
“Matt…” He heard Kate’s voice break. “I’m s-sorry... Damn you,” she sobbed before disconnecting.
Matthias overhand-pitched his com at the wall. It shattered into countless pieces, with one large deformed hunk ricocheting off the wall and landing on the floor. The nocturnal man crumpled to his knees. Despite the helplessness and despair, no tears came. He quietly cursed his tranquilized existence.