by Rose Black
Mmmmm, I loved this.
I know most people would find the idea of being alone in the cemetery at night unpleasant, maybe even foreboding. But I liked it. My nightly walk with the dead gave me a chance to unwind, relax, and lose myself in my thoughts.
I hummed quietly as I followed the old, overgrown path. I carefully picked my way through gravestones carved with the names of those long gone, some missed, some forgotten. I tilted my head towards the sky, taking in the full moon and the sky dotted with bright, twinkling stars. It really was a beautiful night.
And then I stopped in my tracks. I can't explain it, really, but I was suddenly certain that I wasn't alone. I turned around quickly, my dark hair whipping over my shoulder as I tried to identify the source of the eyes I felt on me.
But there was nothing, no one. Just the tombstones and the calm silence. That's odd, I thought to myself. I shook my head and continued on.
This wasn't the first time I'd gotten the feeling that maybe I wasn't the only one in the cemetery during my nightly walk home. I noticed it the first time I'd taken the shortcut, and every night since then. It was a little bit unnerving, but I chalked it up to my overactive imagination.
"Ugh, get a grip, Mia." I muttered to myself. I shook my head, trying to shake the feeling of being watched, and continued my walk.
The silent stillness of the cemetery that I'd been enjoying mere minutes ago had shifted, and now it felt intimidating. Foreboding. Ugh, I really was freaking myself out tonight.
"I've got the ways and means..." I began to sing softly to myself, breaking the charged silence.
I wrapped my arms around myself and quickened my pace. The moonlight shone on the headstones, casting long, strange shadows on the soft grass.
"To New Orleans..." I sang, pointedly ignoring the growing feeling that unseen eyes were following my every move. I resolved to skip the shortcut tomorrow night, and take the long way home, through the well lit and heavily populated town square.
"Going down by the river, where it's warm and green..." I continued to sing. My voice was quiet and low, barely above a whisper.
I rounded the corner of a crumbling mausoleum, and stopped dead in my tracks, my singing cut off abruptly.
There was a man in my path; tall, lean, dressed in black, his pale skin practically glowing in the moonlight. He stood perfectly straight and perfectly still, and his eyes were locked on me.
"Oh, you were a vampire, and baby I’m walking dead..." He sang, finishing the line from the song I was singing. His voice was lovely. Clear, smooth, and strong.
I was frozen in place, completely stunned by his sudden appearance. I took a better look at him. Black motorcycle boots, tight jeans, ratty t-shirt, black leather jacket, tousled black hair. His body was lean and muscular. He was beyond pale, and his face was startlingly beautiful. High, chiseled cheekbones, pouty, full lips, and eyes that glittered in the moonlight.
Oh shit, his eyes. I felt a lump in my throat as those eyes bored into me. They were unmistakably, impossibly red. The color of bright, fresh blood.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I knew I was scared. This man looked dangerous. Beyond dangerous. But I felt another part of me quicken, felt a tug deep within me. He was also sexy as hell.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to walk through a cemetery?" He asked in his smooth, hypnotic voice. He shook his head at me, giving me a small, predatory smile. "You never know who, or what, you might run into."
The man took a step towards me, and then another.
"And alone? Late at night?" He moved again, and he was only a couple of steps from me. "It's almost as if you're asking for it."
"Maybe I am," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could even think about what I was saying. I was completely shocked by my boldness, but realized that my hasty words rang true. My life had become so dull, so humdrum. I was desperate to break the monotony, and I was ready to welcome any form of excitement. Even if it might be dangerous. Even if it might be a monster.
The gorgeous man raised an eyebrow at me, and his beautiful lips curled into a smirk. His crimson eyes raked over me, taking in every inch of me. I stared right back at him, unfaltering.
"Well, aren't you just something else. My friends and I like a girl with some fire." He said, and then he was in front of me. I didn't even register him moving, but he was suddenly so close to me that I could smell him. And damn, did he smell good.
His scent was a heady mixture of autumn leaves and earthy musk, and something else, something deep and metallic. I inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent.
Wait a minute... Did he say friends?
Before I had a moment to process his words, Mr. Dangerously Sexy reached out and ran a finger down the side of my face. I felt a startling jolt of electricity at the contact. His finger was cold and smooth, and it sent a shiver up my spine while igniting a fire deep within me. My eyes slipped closed for just a moment as I revelled in the sensation.
"What's your name?" He asked, and my eyes were drawn to his mouth. Oh shit, did I just see what I thought I saw?
"Mia." I answered, leaning into his touch. "What's yours?" I asked, my voice husky.
"I'm Drake." He answered, and I stared up into his beautiful, clearly inhuman face.
"It's nice to meet you, Drake." I said. My mother would be so proud, I absurdly thought to myself. No matter what, I always remember my manners.
A flash of amusement washed over Drake's face. But then it shifted to something darker, something primal.
Shit, he was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.
The sane part of me was telling me to run. Clearly I was in a dangerous situation, and I should have been looking for an escape route, a way to remove myself from this situation.
But another part of me was telling me that I was exactly where I wanted to be. I loved the feel of adrenaline coursing through my body. I was turned on by the danger, and Drake's overwhelming sexiness was just fueling that fire.
Drake's arms wrapped around me, and his mouth crashed into mine. I leaned into the kiss without even a moment of hesitation, and my own arms circled around him. He kissed me deeply, hungrily, and I eagerly matched his enthusiasm.
His tongue invaded my mouth, swirling and stroking. I let out a soft moan against his soft lips.
As my tongue explored his mouth, it grazed against something sharp. I tentatively touched the point again, and then again. Holy shit, they really were fangs.
Drake broke the kiss, his crimson eyes gleaming with lust and hunger. I was winded, breathing heavily, overwhelmed from the intensity of our kiss.
"Are you scared?" He asked me, studying my face and holding me close to him with his strong arms.
"No." I answered, shaking my head as I stared into his crimson eyes. And strangely, it was the truth.
"You’re something else." He said, a hint of wonder in his beautiful voice.
"Well, maybe you should be." A voice said from behind me. I jumped in Drake's arms, totally startled. Someone else was here!
And then I remembered what Drake had said earlier. About his friends.
When I looked up and around the graveyard, I saw three figures emerging from the shadows. They were walking towards us, closing in around Drake and I.
My eyes widened and I turned back to Drake, searching his face. He gave me a wolfish grin.
"I did say I had friends." He said, shrugging, and there was an edge of wicked humor to his voice.
I looked around again, and studied Drake's friends. There were three of them, and they were all dressed in the same style as Drake; a little bit punk, a little bit 50s motorcycle gang. They were all tall and muscular, with striking features and impossibly pale skin. And they were all looking at me like I was a t-bone steak, after a year of eating nothing but salads.
Holy fuck. Four vampires. Four gorgeous, impossibly sexy vampires.
I felt a tug deep inside of me, and my pussy clenched tightly. Goosebumps spread
across my skin, but I felt an intense warmth pooling in my belly.
Drake leaned down and kissed me again, and I responded instantly. I pressed my body against his, and felt a surge of excitement at the hardness I felt in his pants.
I gave a small jump when I felt another set of strong hands at my hips. One of Drake's friends was at my back. He moved my hair aside and leaned down, his cool lips at my throat.
I moaned into Drake's mouth, revelling in the feel of being sandwiched between two strong, solid bodies. I felt myself getting wet, and my hips moved between Drake's erection in front of me and the vampire's behind me.
The other two men were at my sides, and they slipped my sweater down, off my shoulders. I shivered as the cool autumn air hit my bare skin. But I wasn’t cold. On the contrary, I was very hot, and getting hotter by the second.
I was completely surrounded by the four vampires, and all of them were groping and caressing me. Cool, strong hands roamed over my arms, my shoulders, my ribs, my breasts. Someone moved to my nipple, and my pink nub was instantly hard, straining against the thin fabric of my camisole. Nimble fingers closed around it, and I groaned against Drake’s lips as my nipple was rolled and pulled. It sent a jolt of electricity through my veins that travelled deep down inside of me.
Drake broke our kiss, and strong arms shifted me around, so I was facing the vampire that had been at my left side. He was startlingly handsome, with pale blond hair that shone almost silver in the moonlight, elegantly arched eyebrows, a perfectly straight nose, and a pointed chin. He had the look of a haughty aristocrat, which was a startling contrast to his studded leather jacket and ripped black jeans.
The blond vampire’s bright red eyes regarded me with intensity, and a wave of excitement and fear washed over me. He leaned in close, and my breath hitched in my throat. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lowered his mouth to my neck, and his cool tongue traced a line from my collarbone up to my jaw.
Goosebumps sprang up over my skin, and I shuddered. He traced the line once more with his tongue, and then brought his teeth to my neck.
Oh, shit!
He grazed my neck with his teeth, his dangerously sharp fangs scraping against my sensitive flesh. My heart pounded in my chest, and every nerve ending in my body came alive. I was terrified, and I was excited, and I was so very, very aroused.
I let out a deep moan, and he did it again, his fangs scraping just a little bit harder. My breath caught in my throat again, and I felt a wave of electric pleasure shoot through me.
The blonde vampire gave me a wicked grin, and then strong arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me off the ground.
I let out a surprised squeal as I was carried by one of the vampires. This one had messy dark brown hair that grazed his shoulders, and he effortlessly lifted me onto a headstone, sitting me down on the cool grey stone. The other vampires followed quickly, and I was surrounded once again.
The long haired vampire stood in front of me and pushed my short skirt up around my waist. He hooked his cool fingers into the sides of my panties and, with an inhumanly swift motion, he slid them over my hips and down my legs. I let out a gasp at the feel of the cold tombstone against my bare bottom.
He kneeled down in front of me, and spread my thighs apart, exposing me completely. He leaned in and took a deep breath, his eyes slipping closed for a moment.
Drake came around behind me, and his strong, broad chest was flat against my back. He leaned his head down and began licking and kissing my neck.
The long haired vampire’s mouth moved to my inner thigh, and his tongue traced a quick, intricate pattern against my soft skin. The other two vampires were on either side of me, and they both began fondling my breasts through the silky material of my camisole.
I tossed my head back and let out a deep moan. The feel of four men on me, teasing and taunting me, was utterly indulgent. And the fact that these four men were vampires, beyond sexy and beyond dangerous... Well, that was just downright overwhelming.
My hips began moving of their own accord, and I was undulating with desire on the gravestone. I felt my pussy squeeze and clench, growing hungry, becoming desperate for attention. I had never felt so turned on in my life.
The long haired vampire between my legs was working his way up my thighs, his cool tongue tantalizing me. Finally, he reached the apex of my thighs, and he moved his tongue to my sex.
I let out a loud cry as his tongue ran along my sopping wet slit. I shuddered, leaning back against Drake’s strong chest. Oh my god, I needed this so badly.
His tongue moved past my folds to my aching pussy, and he dipped his tongue inside, kissing me deeply.
“Oh, yes,” I gasped as he swirled his tongue inside of me.
I writhed on the headstone as the four vampires worked me into a frenzy. The long haired vampire’s tongue was moving in and out of me quickly, hitting my g-spot with perfect precision. Drake’s mouth was still at my neck, licking, sucking and sending chills up and down my spine. The other two were still groping my breasts, rolling and pulling and teasing my nipples with strong, nimble fingers.
My pulse quickened and my scalp prickled. I could feel every nerve ending in my body hum and tingle, and I knew that I was getting close to the edge.
My pussy clenched around that talented tongue as my thighs began to tremble. One of my hands was tangled in long hair of the vampire between my legs, while the other held on tightly to Drake’s strong arm around my torso.
“Oh my god,” I moaned, and my back arched as I was tortured with pleasure. “Oh fuck, don’t stop...” I begged, my breath ragged. I was being wound tighter and tighter, and I knew that I was going to snap at any moment. All four vampires intensified what they were doing, worked me with more force and fervor to drive me completely wild.
And then, I couldn’t take it anymore. I shattered. My head was tossed back as a primal, gasping cry tore out of me. My legs stiffened, my entire body quivered, and every inch of me was burning.
As the waves of my orgasm ebbed, one of the vampires grabbed me and stood me up. Strong arms supported me and turned me around. I was bent forward, over the gravestone.
My fingers gripped the edges as one of the vampires, I don’t know which one, came around behind me. I heard the sound of a zipper, and then I felt strong hands on my hips.
A cool erection was against my hot, wet pussy, and I was desperate to feel it inside of me. I leaned my hips back, pressing myself into his cock, and the vampire sucked in a quick breath.
With an animalistic growl, he pushed himself forward and buried his rigid dick deep inside of me. I let out a loud cry as he filled me up, my pussy stretching around his impressive size. He moved in and out of me hard and fast, his large cock going deep.
My body was propelled forward with his every thrust, and I had to grip the tombstone tightly, locking my elbows, to keep myself from being knocked off of my feet by him.
I’d never been fucked like this before. It was just so, so... carnal. The punishing pace left me crying out loudly and gasping for air, and I felt myself quickening as the vampire drove himself into me with intensity.
And then I was pushed over the edge.
“Oh fffffffuuuuuuck!” I growled through gritted teeth, pushing my ass back to meet his pounding thrusts. The intensity of my orgasm had me violently bucking my hips, arching my back, crying out until my voice was hoarse.
My orgasm sent the vampire to his own release, and his strong fingers dug into my hips as he stiffened behind me. I felt him shudder as a cool spurt of come filled my hot pussy.
I was leaning against the headstone, gasping for air, as he slipped his cock out of me. I didn’t have more than a moment to recover before another vampire took his place.
I felt the next one move behind me, and he caressed my bare ass, running sharp fingernails over my sensitive flesh. His fingers kneaded my cheeks, spreading them, and then I felt his cool tongue against my back door.
Woah!
My eyes flew open in
shock. I definitely wasn’t expecting that. The vampire’s cool tongue massaged my tight entrance with his tongue, licking and kissing, and it felt surprisingly good.
I’d never done any kind of anal play before, and I had no idea that it could be so hot. I shuddered and let out a soft moan as his tongue pressed forward, slowly spreading my hole open.
I trembled as it slipped inside of my virgin asshole, swirling and teasing. He moved it in and out a few times, probing me, and I felt myself relax around him as my insides clenched.
He continued this for a few moments, and I was in heaven. Then he removed his tongue and stood up behind me. I heard his fly open, and then I felt the head of his hard dick against my tight little hole.
“Oh, please...” I breathed, arching my back. My entire body was tingling with heat, and I was overwhelmed by my arousal.
He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. He pushed his cock forward and eased himself into my rear entrance.
I cried out and my eyes squeezed shut as he moved inside of me. Every inch of his dick that was pushed into me sent waves of agonizing pleasure coursing through my veins.
Once he was completely buried inside of me, he slowly eased himself out again, removing all but the tip of his thick cock. And then, after a quick pause, he drove himself back inside of me, hard and deliciously deep.
I growled a cry at the shock of it, and then he fell into a steady rhythm. In and out, in and out, he moved, and I spasmed around him. Oh god, the feeling of my ass being so filled up was overwhelming.
The vampire’s fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled hard, yanking my head back as he fucked my ass. This was just as carnal and animalistic as it had been with the first vampire, and I was revelling in the moment, relishing the vampire’s every movement.
Sex had never felt like this before, not with normal guys. Maybe this is why I was never quite satisfied with the men I’d slept with... Maybe I was always meant to fuck vampires.