Diary of a Vampire

by Diary of a Vampire(lit)

  I swallowed more than I should have as a taster. But Jadair's humpire was Grade A prime prey. I grew euphoric from the rush. I wished I could lie to Jadair and tell him Sylvia was rancid, that she was an abomination. But I was too honest. I cared for Jadair too much to lie to him on something so vital as this. No, he had chosen well. Too well, it occurred to me. The A blood type was coveted to a vampire and even a vampire with normal taste senses could discern this blood type. It didn't take a taster like myself to make the distinction. For these were the future progenitors of our species. The A types were strong and hardy and Jadair surely knew Sylvia's blood was so pure.

  Could it be Jadair wanted me to experience this rush, this wonderful high that only such strong, pure blood can deliver? Was he repaying me for saving his skin with his earlier humpire risk, the petite Linda? Perhaps on some level he did feel something for me, recognized me as something more than a taster. As I drank the rich iron serum, I realized in my gluttony I was draining the poor humpire.

  Damn! In my hunger I had taken more than just a few tastes, as was my right. To violate another's humpire-in-progress was sacrosanct and Jadair could demand recompense. It occurred to me, he might have planned this. He was all about control. Having plumbed my mind he would know I was too proud to bend to his will, but I was weak where type A blood was concerned. Like a sugar junkie I craved its rich sweetness. Even now as I tried to close the punctures with clotting saliva, instead I bit again ... deeper, plunging my fangs into two veins simultaneously. I worked my teeth in and out, slurping obscenely. I was not a pig! But Jadair, in his infinite wisdom where the female vampire was concerned, had reduced me to rutting animal status.

  When I was done drinking Sylvia I would want sex and not just missionary vanilla sex. I would want animalistic fucking until I collapsed, filled with the heavy cum of a male inside me, cooling my own blood.

  Even now I could feel the heat building as Sylvia's blood buzzed through my body. Like a drug it seeped into every crevice, every organ whether living or dead, and it brought pulsing fire wherever it clotted.

  My dark eyes filled with blood. They virtually glowed red. My body burned and twitched. I could smell Jadair even through the walls of the bathroom. Leaving Sylvia's shell of a skin on the sink, I stumbled for the door. Throwing it open I ran smack into the tall muscular form of Jadair, waiting in the short hallway. He grinned like the devil he was and I knew without a doubt, he had planned to seduce me with Sylvia's blood. The bastard!

  The anger I felt throbbed in my head as I battled the blood lust. Jadair had sensed me at the club. He knew I wanted him and would have come to him on my own terms. But Jadair was all about control and he wanted me on my knees and begging in his bed.

  If Jadair mind-probed me now he would feel the blood lust as well, but he was too smart for that. He grabbed my arm and propelled me out the back door of the restaurant. The alley was dark and deserted. I wanted to lie down. My head spun giddily. I was punch-drunk. Jadair laughed as he guided me to a passageway and up a flight of narrow stairs. "Come, my love," he purred. "I have a very busy night planned for you. You see, I knew you were the one, that first night at the club. You are what I've been searching for since the dawn of time. Come, Dezzie, my taster ... my eternal lover. Let me show you the passion of the undead."

  At the top of the stairs he opened a heavy door into a loft. We needed no lights as our feral eyes filter darkness and our pupils elongate, as does a cat's. The furnishings were a blur, but I could tell Jadair lived well. Very well indeed. A baby grand piano was tucked cattycorner against the far wall. Aubusson rugs covered the floor and exceptional paintings by the masters lined the walls. Jadair was a very old, very discerning vampire. A painted Chinese silk screen partitioned off the bedroom. A king-sized mattress on a raised platform gave me second thoughts and reminded me what was about to happen.

  I am no prude but I have wanted Jadair ever since I first laid eyes on him thirty years before and the dream was about to become a reality. Even coursing with the fresh blood of Sylvia, the truth was enough to give me pause. A simple touch from Jadair would bring my lust back full-throttle. He may have even been able to work a trance on me, incapacitated as I was, but instead he led me to the bed and stopped.

  Stroking the white coverlet he whispered low and deep. "Lie with me. Let me make you mine and I will become yours for all eternity ... for all time." Then to my shock he made it a question. "Will you lie with me?" His voice was so soft I barely heard the catch ... the proud, yet lonely pause of a man who is not sure of himself, not sure of the woman vampire at his side.

  I simply took his larger hand in my own and raised it to my lips. His skin was warm, but even so my lips burned as I kissed first the back, then turned his hand, palm upward and kissed it slowly, running my tongue over the slight indentations in his palms. I probed his mind and found it searching for a signal, a sign that would restore his confidence and deep pride. I looked into his golden-green eyes, glowing in the darkness, and met his searching gaze. I opened my mind wide, giving him access to the wanting, the needing that I felt for him. That I had always felt for him.

  But the rich blood of Sylvia was also there and along with it the blood lust roared forth. Jadair withdrew his hand from mine and reversed our roles, taking my hand and guiding it to the fly of his jeans. The bulge there pulsed with an energy all its own and I had only a second to assimilate the thought before Jadair's lips pressed against my own. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was borderline savage with his tongue thrusting into my mouth and my own tongue washing over his hungrily. I tried to keep my fangs retracted but I was so excited I nipped his lip where the soft fold intersects at the corner. His blood, thick and hot, spurted a jet into my mouth. I swallowed it avariciously, craving not just his blood but his body melding with mine.

  It was only fair that I offer him tit for tat. The open-throated blouse I wore unbuttoned easily enough. It ripped even easier. My bra was a front-hook, beige, lacy affair that struggled to contain my luscious, full orbs. With one finger Jadair split the cups open and my breasts spilled into his hands. He fondled them reverently, molding them with his hands, palming them gently, then more forcefully. His lips found the sensitive underside of the left, and nuzzled before licking upward to the areola. The nipple puckered and grew even harder, thrusting up, begging to be suckled.

  To my great satisfaction Jadair took the nub in his mouth, then opened his lips, taking in the crest of the curve and applying suction. My knees grew weak and I wasn't sure if I could stand much longer. But Jadair pressed me back until my knees met the bed and I felt easier knowing if I fell back it would be into heavenly softness ... and if I tumbled forward it would be into hell's hardness. Either way I was the victor.

  My hand wandered inside Jadair's stonewashed fly. The zipper was partially down already and it was easy to slide it the rest of the way. The briefs he wore could barely contain the shaft that strained to be free. I cradled it as best I could in one hand and eased it out along with his balls. I stroked and cupped and felt the blood erection growing straight and proud.

  In my intensity to please, I was unaware of the shift of his mouth on my breast. He had worked my nipple in and out of his mouth a few times, priming it much like a newborn calf trying to bring milk down. I barely felt the sharp punctures, one on each side of the puckered areola. But I would have had to be more than dead not to feel his fangs burrowing deep, working themselves into my blood and taking sustenance.

  I cried out and a rush of thick cream slid from my cunt. My uterus contracted, somehow linked to the sucking reflex at my breast. I felt the blood being siphoned and was euphoric to be feeding my lover.

  Jadair was drinking of not only my vintage eternal blood, but Sylvia's rich new blood as well, and the side effects were immediate. His cock pushed upward against my hand and I could no longer hold its length or girth. It poked against my belly insistently, demanding I service it.

  Jadair drew back from my breast, his breathing qu
ick and panting. His eyes glowed so bright they blinded me and I didn't immediately realize he had his hands on my waist before he yanked my skirt down to my ankles. In another second my thong was gone and my dark bush was in perfect view, glistening with moisture, feeling congested with its want to achieve release. Jadair's hand cupped my mons, splaying over it as a finger crooked and stroked my wetness. Finding my nub he worked it a few times as my legs widened and my stance became awkward as I unabashedly tried to tempt him to delve further.

  A strong hand on my shoulder pushed me backward and the bed rose up to meet me, cradling me in its softness. My feet stayed on the floor, my thighs spread apart. I watched the soft canopy of netting that swathed the bed, and I felt like I too was floating in the breeze. Jadair's thick tongue made a circle at the outside of my cunt, teasing it so it winked open and closed. I thought I would rise off the bed, trying to thrust my hips up to meet his tongue but there was no need. Within seconds he thrust it within me and licked my slick walls until I could no longer breathe.

  My hands clutched spasmodically at his hair, raking through its dark thickness, unfastening the onyx clasp that kept it neatly contained. I pulled the hair loose almost viciously, kneading his scalp and making mewling noises that were so unlike me, that at first I was not aware I was the one responsible.

  His tongue delved deep, making me shudder. It stroked, dipped, then found my clit and seduced it into budding. The lapping of his tongue became an assault on my sensitive button, working it to and fro until I clenched my vaginal muscles in total frustration. I was rewarded with a rush of wetness that gave him a specific goal. He licked it up like a cat lapping cream. I spasmed once, literally shaking with a pent-up orgasm. But Jadair was having none of my release just yet. One moment his tongue was working devastating magic, then just as suddenly it was gone. Jadair appeared beside me on the bed and his lips sought mine. I could taste my own juices and blood on his mouth. I fed off his lust and it became mine.

  His cock was a hard shaft against my belly, prodding its way lower. I took my hand and encircled the base, feeling his downy soft hair around his balls and kneading gently. Guiding him was not easy. He was large and engorged, pulsing and thrusting even though he was still unsheathed. The hood of his phallus nudged my nether lips, insisting admittance. I wedged him just inside, against my clit and undulated my hips to create friction. My juices were coaxed from me and I felt the wetness slide down my textured walls to pool at the tip of Jadair's cock.

  A growl reminded me I was not toying with a mere mortal and I reached to cup Jadair's ass cheeks, letting him know I was ready to receive him. I had not expected such a considerate lover and I reveled in my newfound bliss. All thoughts were driven from my head as his great staff slid deep and sure, making me feel I was being split in two. He immediately pulled back and thrust in again. My juices coated us both, and he began thrusting in earnest with so much force my feet came off the floor and I was scooted completely onto the middle of the bed.

  The hair on his chest tickled my breasts and I could scarce draw breath. My whole body radiated heat and tingled. I opened my mind and sought entrance to Jadair's at the same moment. He was filled with a glowing light that bathed me in its intensity. I looked into his eyes and saw his own were focused on me. We smiled even as I felt him prod my womb and quicken his strokes. The muscles in his back were taut with effort and I could not help but knead my nails into him, urging him on. My inner muscles contracted around him and both gripped and coaxed him to give up his essence. With a cry I felt myself spiraling as the cock within me worked back and forth.

  Just when I thought I couldn't reach my zenith, Jadair shot his load and shuddered against me. A deep jet spurted into my womb making me quiver from its power. I knew this was the fabled blood sperm that results when two vampires mate for life. Jadair continued to thrust as he bared his teeth and sank fangs into my neck.

  I could not help but scream out and bite into his shoulder. As we partook of mutual blood, an orgasm rocketed through me and I clasped my legs around Jadair, shuddering against him. Still he rode me, assuaging his own lust and passion with my blood and body. I felt another burst of cum and Jadair's whole body stiffened. He gasped out my name and collapsed on top of me. I laughed and rolled him over, peering at his mighty cock as it slid out of me, now at half-mast.

  He groaned and reached for me but I pushed him back and shimmied down his body. I was eye to eye with the great beast, that just moments before, seemed to be so large it would tear me apart. Now it did not seem so huge. His balls, nestled in a patch of dark hair, still had seed left in their plump sacs. I blew out a rush of air and the moist curls around his cock lay flat. His staff was wet from both our love juices.

  I was intrigued by both his limpid cock and his warm sacs. Not the least of my thoughts was how he should learn not to toy with me. Jadair needed a lesson and I would teach it. I slid my hand up and down his flaccid penis and it perked up immediately. I did not want a quick erection, but rather a slow rise to full length. I leaned over the mushroom-like head and licked just the tip, tasting both our cum. My fingers naturally gravitated to the base where his balls looked forlorn. I stroked them and kneaded them, feeling their fullness.

  The cock bounced up against my mouth, now very interested in my technique. I took the very tip within and moved down on Jadair. I felt his eyes burning into my head, watching me perform fellatio. I bobbed up and down, then relaxed my larynx to take in more. The cock hit the back of my throat and Jadair moaned deep in his own. I raked my sharp teeth over his tender cock, just enough to draw a ribbon of blood. Instinct caused my throat to constrict and suck. The cock reached full mast as I couldn't help but suckle it avidly. Jadair's hand on the back of my head urged me on and he shuddered beneath me. With a cry he shot his load and I swallowed it greedily. But I was not finished.

  I crawled up Jadair's body and lowered myself onto his still erect shaft. It slid inside my wetness easily, and I was rewarded with a squelching sound as I settled him deep within and begin to rock. His cock, though spent, grew once more until I felt it nudging against my walls. Jadair stared at me as I smiled and slowly rode him, undulating until he both stroked my clit and hit my womb. He looked at me sleepily and I let my guard down, stretching my arms over my head in wild abandon.

  Suddenly Jadair's arms were at my waist, controlling my rhythm, churning me up and down. He rolled over, taking me with him, and began thrashing into me. The friction was too great and my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave. Jadair laughed and kissed me hungrily. Exhausted we slept the sleep of the undead.

  August 30th

  I am writing this from Jadair's loft ... our loft. Nemo has settled in quite nicely. Tonight is the full moon and I feel a stir in the air. I am restless without Jadair, but he is coming. I can feel him for we are as one. Our blood has mingled and the result is irrefutable. I am going to have a baby. He or she will be very powerful. It is a great coup, for only a taste-tester is fertile amongst female vampires. It is said in the old legends that a vampire will be born of two parents who will lead the vampire race to overwhelming greatness. I cannot help but wonder if this child is the one.

  Vampires have been around for many thousands of years and will continue to survive, if not openly, then hiding in the shadows, seeking sustenance where we can. Hopefully we can continue to co-exist with the humans. But nothing is ever a sure thing and only time will tell.

  But one thing is certain ... I am Jadair's and he is mine ... for eternity.

  End of this volume

  Dezzie A. Fairfield- 2005

 

 

 
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