Bite Me: A Vampire Anthology

by Cain, Addison

  A soft tingling of magic played across the skin of my toes.

  I sucked in a breath. There was no doubt in my mind that Cain had done this. For a moment, I was a bit awestruck by his random act of kindness, but then I reminded myself who he was. He was a vampire. A monster and hidden somewhere in this wooded land was the key to weakening his power. There was no way he was anything more than that.

  I took off running again in search of the amulet. I ran for some time and my muscles started to burn before I was forced to slow. The forest seemed to go on forever and I eventually started walking, keeping my eyes sharp so that I could continue to analyze my surroundings. My thighs ached and soon, I was just plodding forward with no real destination in mind. Nothing seemed to look even remotely like any sort of ancient amulet.

  Suddenly a vine twirled around my ankle and I tripped, landing hard on the moss on my hands and knees. More vines snaked out from beyond the trees, lashing around my limbs and lifting me up just above the ground. Another vine wrapped around my waist and underneath my freshly punished backside, which functioned to take the strain off my arms and legs. I hung there in disbelief, completely suspended.

  Well, this complicated things.

  More vines snaked out from the trees and some of them began to trace along my skin, teasing my breasts and toying with my nipples. Another ventured between my thighs, just grazing over the folds of my pussy and I sucked in a harsh breath. The texture of the plants was rough in places and soft in others, leaving me guessing as to what was going to brush across my skin next. It was an unexpected, delicious torture and I hummed softly in both appreciation and alarm.

  I gazed down at my body, watching the way the plants caressed and touched me. This continued for several long minutes until my body was practically buzzing from the unanticipated attention. Shortly thereafter, a twig snapped not far ahead of me along the path and I knew that I was no longer alone. I lifted my head to find Cain standing there in front of me.

  I was left entirely speechless at the sight of him.

  He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of black cotton drawstring pants and dark colored shoes. His abdomen was carved like a statue of gods of old. With a sculpted chest, chiseled stomach, and lean hipbones that dove beneath his slacks, he was the picture of perfection. My mouth watered just a little and my pussy clenched unbecomingly.

  Don’t let him get to you, I scolded myself. I repeated that single line to myself, over and over as he approached me. Gently, he reached for me, tracing the line of my jaw down to my throat. I found myself leaning into his touch, before I realized how I was behaving. He bent forward toward me, pressing his lips to my neck and I tensed, expecting him to bite me, but he didn’t. He simply kissed me. I let free a sigh of relief, startled by his surprising gentleness.

  But then, my body began to burn with fire.

  Uncontrollable heat blossomed across my skin from his kiss, surging through my veins and setting the very skin his lips touched ablaze. I sucked in a breath, unprepared for the sudden onset of desire. His fingers ventured downward and twirled around my nipples, capturing them and squeezing them, softly at first. He pinched them more harshly and they hardened under his ministrations, causing me to hold my breath in anticipation. Soon, my breasts felt heavy with desire, sending tiny pulses of need straight down to my core. I felt my clit throb once, then twice and I whimpered in vain. I struggled in the vines’ hold, trying to break their impossibly strong grip, but it wasn’t enough. They held fast and didn’t give an inch. I was trapped.

  Cain chuckled and continued to kiss my flesh, trailing his lips down to my shoulder. His lips burned my skin with his mark, feeling as though I had been branded with his fire. I sucked in a heated breath, doing everything in my power to quell the rampaging desire in my veins, but soon I realized I was quickly losing ground against it.

  No matter what I did, the rising desire crackling just under my skin continued to grow, reaching heights that were higher than I could ever have anticipated. My skin felt feverish, pulsing with unreleased passion and I whined low in my throat.

  The vines continued to taunt me. Cain did too. One thick vine in particular had taken to rubbing back and forth between my legs, before he knocked it aside and replaced it with his own fingers. He took my throbbing bud in between his thick digits and played my body like an instrument, strumming my flesh and making me sing before him.

  I moaned. I struggled. I tried to hold back but it was an ever-losing battle. It was as though he knew my body better than I did.

  His kisses rained down over my skin, venturing lowering until he took my right nipple in between his lips. He dragged his upper teeth over my tight bud, and I keened with desire, feeling my arousal dripping from my thighs down onto the forest floor beneath me.

  He continued to drag his fingers back and forth between my thighs, using just enough pressure to tease my pussy into a veritable frenzy, but not enough to make me come. My hips unconsciously began to move back and forth, trying to angle myself so that he’d press harder in certain spots, but he seemed to anticipate my every movement. He read my body like a book and instead of allowing me to find my pleasure, he drove me deeper into the world of desire. The promise of pleasure crept around the edges of my sanity and soon, I felt like I wanted to lose all semblance of control.

  I wanted to come. I needed it and he wasn’t giving it to me. I knew I shouldn’t want this. I knew he was a monster, but nothing could have prepared me for this.

  He moved to my other nipple and I cried out, trying to fight against the rising tide of passion. Every inch of my flesh burnt with need and he wasn’t giving me what I needed.

  “Please,” I begged, and he chuckled.

  He lowered his head and knelt down before me. I stared down at him, watching as he gazed at my wet pussy and then, he did something I didn’t expect. He stuck his tongue out, maneuvered his face between my pussy lips, and began to kiss me in the place where I needed it most. The tip of his tongue scraped gently against my clit and the moist roughness of it made me moan out loud. I’d never felt anything so wonderful in my life.

  Fuck. This felt so good.

  He bathed my clit with his tongue, using it to circle around my needy bud over and over until I was frantic with want. My passion simmered hotly just beneath my skin and then his fingers ventured back to cup the achy soreness of my freshly spanked backside. His digits dug into my cheeks, igniting fresh sparks of pain and pleasure at the same time.

  I was quickly losing control. I wanted to come so badly.

  I moaned low, ravenous with pleasure.

  He pulled away then, leaving me bereft of his touch for a long moment as he stared back at me. I panted with need, feeling the heated flush of unreleased pleasure throbbing through my body and I moaned miserably as I struggled to cope with the confusing feelings racing through my mind.

  Was this a punishment too? Was he never going to let me orgasm under his touch?

  “No, little hunter. You’re not ready just yet,” he murmured heatedly, his blood-red gaze lustfully taking in the state of my tormented body.

  He lifted his hand, turned his palm, and curled his fingers inward. At once, he pushed them out and the vines gently released me onto the ground. I stood there, my legs weak and feeling like jelly.

  My eyes dropped, noticing the hard shaft of his cock in his pants.

  “If you want it, you’re going to have to beg me for it,” he answered darkly, and I shivered in response. My pussy ached for it, but he was right. I wasn’t going to beg him for it. I wasn’t that out of my mind.

  Cain turned away and I watched him as he walked out of sight, leaving me in my misery as I struggled to completely contain the rampaging desire that wanted to be set free. My fingers delved between my thighs, just touching my moist flesh. Once I realized what I was doing, I quickly removed my hand and turned away, blushing furiously at my actions.

  It took several minutes for me to calm myself. My pounding heart slowly quieted
and the heated blood racing through my veins began to pump more normally. With a few deep breaths, I experienced a moment of clarity. There was no way I was going to beg him for him to take me. I had an amulet to find and then I had to destroy him with it, no matter what it took. Only then would I escape back home.

  “Run. Escape. Move,” I told myself, my voice low but resilient.

  Slowly, I moved one foot in front of the other, and soon I was running once more. Brush scraped against my skin, leaving tiny welts that reminded me that I was still alive, that I still had more fight left in me. The wooded forest gave way to tall pine trees and then the land opened up into what appeared to be a large grassy plain. With a worried glance, I looked all around me and continued on.

  When I made it about halfway through the clearing, the ground beneath me started to feel damp. The further I ventured, the wetter it got until the very dirt beneath my feet began to splash with water. Still, I pushed on, using all my strength to move through the mud and make it to the other side of the grassy clearing.

  Each time I pulled my feet free from the mud, a popping sound echoed around me. Then I would step forward and the mud would suck down my foot. It was a constant struggle and it took more strength than I realized. Eventually, I stopped to take a rest, catching my breath and conserving my strength for the rest of the journey.

  When I went to move again, I found that I couldn’t. I fell forward and then the mud trapped my hands. I was fully naked, on my hands and knees and covered in dirt, with the land claiming me for its own. I stilled, trying to come up with my next move. I tried to crawl forward, but the sucking sensation of the mud grew stronger and soon, I couldn’t even budge an inch.

  Behind me, I heard Cain chuckle.

  Well. Fuck.

  He strode over to my side, his boots never sinking more than an inch into the dirt. It was then I felt the oddly tingling sensation of his magic through all the dirt and filth. He’d trapped me here just like he had with the vines.

  This was just another one of his games. I just needed to survive it and I kept telling myself that despite my building anxiety. Simply by being in his presence, the overwhelming arousal he’d built within my body returned with vigor and I panted as I drew in a heated breath.

  His fingers drifted across the bare skin of my ass and I trembled.

  I knew that he could see every inch of my body. I knew that he’d be able to see the wetness between my thighs. I wallowed in my shame.

  “I think it’s time we moved onto the next stage of your punishment, don’t you agree?” he asked, and my desire rose twofold. I turned my head and stared back at him. With a twirl of his wrist, a long, dark brown leather strap appeared in his hand. It was thick and well-worn, and I shuddered nervously at the promise of such a cruel-looking implement.

  But even in my moment of fear, my core pulsed with desire. My heart pounded with it and my inner walls quivered with nervous excitement. It was as though my body recognized that though he promised pain, undoubtedly pleasure would ultimately follow. It almost felt as though I wanted it.

  “Even from here, I can see how your tight little hole clenches in excitement. I think you like it when I punish you, naughty little hunter,” he mused, and I shivered with my shame. My ass was already sore from the earlier bite of his palm, so I wondered how much worse this was about to be.

  He swung his arm back and I watched the trajectory of the leather as it softly tapped against my backside. He did this a few times and I gradually relaxed. I felt my entire body flush at its warm touch, and I let out a shaky breath before I heard the telltale swish of the leather cut through the air.

  Fuck.

  The first time the strap cut into my flesh, I cried out, unprepared for the savage line of fire that burned across my cheeks. The inferno spread across my backside, delving deep and curling around the rising ball of pleasure that was churning in the pit of my belly. I moaned low in my throat and another brutal lash cut across my naked cheeks.

  Trapped by the mud, I couldn’t move my hands to protect myself. I could merely arch my back, which only served to reveal the sensitive area where my ass met my thighs. Cain quickly strapped that vulnerable place with that horrid piece of leather, and I groaned from the throbbing pain.

  He was relentless, leaving not a single inch of my ass unpunished. It was agony, but at the same time, a quiet sense of desire was beginning to dull the edges of each excruciating lash. One burning strike after another punished me and that sense of pleasure began to grow, stronger with every last one.

  Tears threatened at the corners of my eyes and I whimpered, trying to hold back my cries but it was no use. Cain held me entirely captive with his magic and he was going to do with me what he saw fit, no matter if I wanted it or not.

  Then, he paused, leaning down toward me and dragging his fingers up and down the moist flesh of my pussy. I shuddered and he did it again, teasing me with his wicked touch. My back arched in tune with his movements and I cried out softly in response.

  The strap bit into my flesh once again and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to cope with the warring pleasure and pain. Every square inch of my body was alive with sensation and it felt like it was too much. If this went on for much longer, I didn’t know if I would survive.

  He went back and forth from strapping me to playing with my clit, driving me wild with need. He did this over and over again until I thought I was going to shatter into pieces. My skin burned with liquid fire, my heart pounded, and I panted with incredible, overwhelming need.

  “God, please,” I murmured before I snapped my lips shut. What the hell was I thinking? I bit my lip and Cain began to punish my ass anew, before he paused once more. With one hand he spread my bottom cheeks with just his fingers, and I cried out despondently, knowing what he could see.

  My most shameful place.

  He dragged one finger atop of my bottom hole, circling its tight rim and I whimpered quietly. He couldn’t mean to touch me there, could he?

  He did.

  He laid the strap across my back. The warm leather was slightly comforting against my skin and with his other hand, he touched my wet folds and dragged my arousal back toward my asshole.

  “The tight little hole is going to be punished too,” he mused, and I trembled.

  “Don’t,” I begged.

  He didn’t listen.

  Instead, he pushed a single digit against my naughtiest hole. I tried to fight him, tried to clench my cheeks and stop his conquest, but none of it was any use. He was taking my reluctant little hole whether I wanted it or not.

  I cried out with my shame.

  When his thick finger breached into me for the first time, it burned hotly, but there was also an overwhelming sensation of pleasure that coursed through me in response. I faltered, not knowing how to handle my body’s traitorous reactions and he took full advantage, pressing in that finger past one knuckle and then two.

  One hand kneaded my clit. The other pushed in and out of my ass and I shivered, struggling to draw in one heated breath after another.

  Higher and higher he drove me until I was sure to fall into a never-ending pit of desire and pleasure, but still, he wouldn’t let me come. He’d pull back again and again, just as I was fractions of a second away from finding my pleasure. The more he tortured me, the more desperate I became.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned.

  Nothing could have prepared me for this intoxicating mixture of pleasure, pain, and shame. It was addictive and I was finding that I couldn’t get enough of it.

  Just as he was driving me up once more, he removed his hands completely.

  I screamed out in frustration.

  “No. Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

  “I don’t think you’re ready yet, little warrior,” he observed, and I gritted my teeth.

  My body throbbed with pleasurable fever and despite my every effort to quell its rising tide, it wouldn’t go away. I cried out in surprise,
wondering if I was damned to spend eternity fighting this unexplainable arousal that Cain had awoken within me.

  I felt his magic pulse beneath me, and the earth began to push me free. Cain gently helped me to stand on weak limbs, ensuring I didn’t fall in the process and I was secretly grateful. I didn’t say a word of thanks though.

  My thighs were slick with my wetness, and they slid past one another with ease. Just his simple touch holding onto my upper arm was torture, his skin igniting tiny electrical pulses of pleasure that shot straight down to my needy clit. With a sigh, I straightened myself.

  His hands hovered just over my pussy and I felt the knitting sensation of magic cloaking over my skin.

  “You shall not touch yourself nor will you bring yourself pleasure. My magic will prevent it. I will be the only one who will grant you release,” he whispered hotly in my ear and my thighs quivered in anticipation.

  He kissed my neck and I felt the tiny sharp pointed ends of his teeth drag against my sensitive flesh. Something about it was intoxicating and for a brief second, I found myself wanting more. I wondered what it would be like if he fed from me.

  Vampire, I reminded myself. He’s a demon. A monster.

  For some reason though, these thoughts didn’t bring the same weight as they had before. Instead they felt hollow, like I was making excuses to avoid him.

  I pressed my fingers to my chest, feeling the erratic beat of my heart beneath.

  “Soon, my love. Soon, you’ll be mine completely,” he said so quietly that I almost missed it. I looked up and then, he was gone, leaving me alone once more. The mud had disappeared and every trace of it on my skin was gone. I was clean again.

  I lifted my head, looking to the other side of the grassy plain. The entrance to another path was on the other side and I staggered toward it. With every step, I gathered my strength and soon I was walking on legs that no longer felt like jelly.