Becoming Dinner

by J. Alexander

  He took my wrist and led us a little way down stream, to an area that was shallower. He brought us up to the angled bank and, holding me by the waist, leaned my upper body back. I was naked and exposed, lying before him. His eyes washed over my skin. Exhausted and defeated, I lay my head back on the soft ground.

  The rush of the water hummed around us. The wind picked up. The tall grass swayed around me. I waited for the pain, but gasped with surprise, when a very light touch of lips fell on the base of my throat. The contact continued down my chest in not so much a kiss, but a slow taste. He explored as he took in my aroma.

  The vampire’s lips passed over my heart and paused. He moved to a spot near my collarbone and stopped briefly, only to return to the skin just above my heart. He compared and enjoyed the effect my heavy heartbeat played against his lips. My hands ran up and down the smooth skin of his back. I felt the hard muscles of his thighs and chest against me.

  Cold water dripped from his hair and landed on my chest making my nipples erect. He did not fail to notice the effect. Slowly, he rubbed his nose first across one breast then the other.

  A small shock ran through me and my eyes flew open as I felt two small stabs on either side of my nipple. The sensation and surprise made my heart beat faster. A small playful smile crossed the vampire’s face. The pain was small and quickly erased when his tongue gathered up the escaping blood and circled around the sensitive tip. He backed away, looking at me hungrily as the blood trickled out of my breast. Once again his tongue rounded my nipple, slowly ending in a small suck on the tip. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

  As he moved to my other breast, a shudder ran down his body. I couldn’t help but grasp the back of his head in anticipation of the oncoming sensation. My back arched and rose to meet him as he pierced, tasted and teased me.

  My hands stayed in his hair and he moved lower down my body, stopping at my navel. I picked my head up to see him staring up at me. The corner of his eyes crinkled with his smile. Tilting his head, he pierced the sensitive inner skin of my navel.

  “Ow!”

  I tried to push him away but I was unable to move him at all. A low rumbling laugh came from my captor. He was enjoying himself.

  I watched him while I was perched on my elbows. The blood pooled around the puncture as he gazed, waiting. Soon he lapped up the blood while holding onto my hips.

  Lying back down on the soft ground, I waited for him to finish. Time after time, he allowed the blood to pool before licking it away. His hands and body shifted and I felt him spread my thighs with his chest. Cool hands cupped my ass just before I heard the low rumbling laugh once again.

  My head flew up to see the intent in his eyes. His fangs were exposed as he glanced down at my pussy. He planned to bite me!

  “No!” I screamed. I tried to scramble back up the bank but the vampire held me tight.

  We stared at each other, unable to look away. His smile faded and a look of desire crossed his face. He brought himself up to me full length and looked deep into my eyes. He pressed his hard cock into my thigh and momentarily grasped the back of my head, tipping it back. My neck was fully exposed and I waited for the strike. Instead, he rolled taking me with him. Soon I was lying on his chest, both of us facing the night sky.

  He took the cloth and cleaned me, focusing on the areas he missed in the deeper water.

  Although his body temperature was cold against my back, I began to warm to his touch. The pressure of his cock on my back became apparent. He fanned his hand out on the cloth. I felt the pressure of his fingers move over my skin. First my rib cage, then belly and my breasts. The vampire seemed to be enjoying the experience. A small moan escaped me. The beating of my heart was now a combination of fear and pleasure.

  Rinsing the cloth once again, he moved his hand lower to clean my abdomen and inner thighs. A fully primitive reaction took over my senses and I arched slightly and spread my legs, ready and waiting for him to touch me. My captor tossed the rag back over his head onto the bank. Then he softly laid his hand just below my breasts. Slowly he moved down my belly, over my pubic hair, and finally grasped me intimately. One finger, then a second slid in deep. He moved, teased, played. My reaction was instant. The feeling of calm he gave me earlier was no longer needed. He desired me, wanted me as much as I wanted him.

  Our heads were side by side and though he didn’t need to breathe, I heard a small gasp. He enjoyed the experience right along with me. The feeling of his cool hand mixed well with the heat coming from deep inside me. Arching once again, I let out an unstoppable groan. Wrapping his other arm around my waist, he held me down against his hard cock, massaging me.

  The vampire’s touch was surprisingly soft, amazingly skilled. The coolness of his fingers amplified the sensation. I was soon breathing hard and digging my heels into the mud to better press up against his hand. He gripped me tighter around the waist and held me down. I felt his fangs press lightly, briefly on my shoulder then stop.

  His excitement was obvious on my lower back. Giving off a small growl, he quickly spun me around and pushed off the bank. We drifted out into the river. I once again looked into his eyes, holding onto his wet shoulders. The iridescent blue of his eyes reflected in the moonlight. Jet black rays fanned out from his pupils. Caught in a deep gaze, I wondered if he was going to seize control of my mind again. Instead, he smiled.

  Instinctively my legs wrapped around him. I looked quickly at our surroundings. He appeared to be heading toward a half-submerged rock only a short distance away. He slowed to lessen the impact and took me by the hips. I felt his excitement press against me; only a small movement away from penetration. He backed me up hard into the rock and simultaneously entered me. I gasped with surprise and pleasure.

  He moved in me with great hunger and force. His need and desire was felt with each passionate thrust. I felt his urgency in the muscles of his shoulders and in the strong pulsing of his hips. He pulled me into to him, stronger and faster. The sensation was wonderful but not what I needed. I wanted him to stop and press our skin together. Clawing him firmly on his lower back, I tried to convey this to him. I pulled him into me with my nails. I broke skin.

  A sensation rippled through his body that I couldn’t decipher. Was it pain, anger or pleasure? He looked at me with hard eyes and stopped. Pressing firmly into me, he rocked and moved. His whole body rippled with greed and wanting as he tried to hold himself back. My breath quickened and soon every exhausted muscle of my body was shuddering with ecstasy as I came. I longed for the sensation to continue and held him close to me as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

  My breath was heavy on his skin. His fangs rested on my shoulder, this time slightly piercing me. I gripped him tightly to me and ran my hands over his wet body. The taste of my blood caused him to quiver with anticipation.

  Digging my nails into his skin once again, I raked them over his back. I was sure the scratches drew blood. Based on his reaction, I knew he enjoyed it. His eyes closed and his head fell back. His movements were urgent and demanding. Once again I moved my nails to his lower back and dragged them up. His head snapped back up revealing fully extended fangs. He grabbed the back of my hair and forced my head back, exposing my neck fully.

  Fear hit me and made my heart skip a beat. Were all the calm sensations earlier a trick played on my mind? Was this the end? Looking into his savage eyes I was sure I’d never see the sun again. I waited for the strike and wondered how long it would take him to drain me to the point of death. With almost painful thrusts he moved into me over and over again. An unrelenting momentum drove him to orgasm. His now warm body shuddered as he found release. It felt amazing and was paired with a low rumbling growl emanating from his chest.

  His movements slowed. His lips rested on my neck. He licked the two small wounds he’d made earlier. Slowly, starting just below my ear, the vampire dragged his fangs over my skin. I took a deep breath and held it. In one swift move, his fangs sank deep into my neck. I
felt the warm blood leave my body and be sucked into his mouth. It was painful, but not the throat-ripping ending I’d expected.

  The vampire held me and drank. Softly he stroked my hair, back and ribs.

  Pulling his head away from my neck with a final lick, he cupped my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. The blue had become deeper, darker. I was mesmerized and completely captivated.

  Astonishment ran through me as I realized, I will not die at the hands of a monster.

  Gently he stroked the side of my face, smiled, and whispered, “My human.”

  -The end-