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Darren stared into the mirror musing over his shirtless reflection. The dim lamp light played against his lean, muscular body and glinted off his mane of jet black hair. In the back of his mind, Darren knew how attractive he was but his eyes kept returning to the wickedly curved fangs peeking out from between his lips. Being a vampire made everything so much harder.
He listened to the pattering of running water, as his fiancée showered in the nearby bathroom. A spark of hunger shone in Darren’s evergreen eyes. How he longed to pierce the woman’s neck and taste her blood. No, he pushed the thought out of his mind. This was Kayla, his beloved, the girl he wanted to marry! How could he even think of harming her?
Just then, the bathroom door opened. Darren abruptly withdrew his fangs. Before the wedding, he would have to reveal his true identity; he wouldn’t allow their marriage to be based on lies. Right now, however, the time just wasn’t right (or at least that’s what Darren told himself to justify his timidity).
He turned toward his future wife. Without a word, she flipped off her shower cap, setting loose a cascade of shimmering brunette hair. She coyly allowed the towel to fall away from her slender female form. Darren filled with a different sort of ‘hunger’.
“Come here,” he grinned lustfully as he tore the shorts off his legs.
“Oh, and what ever for?” Kayla flirted. She glided to Darren’s side and playfully ran her fingers through his hair. Darren pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Rolling unto the bed, they gazed lovingly into one another’s eyes.
Darren ran his hands over every inch of her body. He lightly traced the edge of her neck, winding his way down to massage her tender breasts. He gently squeezed and kneaded them back and forth. Kayla moaned, rapping her arms over her beloved. The man gave one last playful squeeze before letting his hands travel downward. Rubbing over the muscles of Kayla’s narrow waist, Darren’s hands slid under her body and clutched her firm behind.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
She tightened her embrace and kissed him softly in response. Darren tickled Kayla’s thighs before parting the lips of her pussy. She was practically dripping with female lust. He traced a finger around her opening before plunging it deep inside her.
Kayla grabbed him by the shoulders and moaned, “Take me now!” in a low voice barely above a whisper. Darren was more than happy to oblige. His throbbing cock surged inside her thrusting against her clit. Each penetration sent waves of pleasure rippling through their bodies. Kayla felt the pressure building within her. The powerful cock pressed back and forth against her moistened clit. Up and down, forward and back. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore. An explosive orgasm wracked her body. She came and came over and over again until she couldn’t even keep count. At the same time, Darren’s cum exploded into her body until they both collapsed in sexual exhaustion. They fell asleep in one another’s arms.
Two hours later, Darren woke. He could never get used to sleeping in the nighttime. The covert vampire watched the slow rhythmic breathing of his beloved. After a few minutes she muttered something incoherent.
“What did you say?” he inquired.
“Darren… *mumble*.”
He realized that she was only talking in her sleep—and apparently dreaming about him.
Unaware of her eaves dropper, Kayla dreamed her deepest erotic fantasy. She found herself bound spread-eagled to the bed, wriggling helplessly as a dream version of her fiancé stood over her with a wicked grin on his face. “You’ve been a very bad girl,” the dream Darren brandished a riding crop with a look of mock disapproval. He traced the end of the weapon lightly over her body. Starting under her chin, he wound his way down her neck, over her breasts and down her stomach. The skillful dominant let a light slap on her thigh.
“Do you want more, bitch?” Darren demanded.
“Yes, Master!”
“Beg me.”
“Oh please whip me, Master. Whip me hard and have no mercy!”
He thwacked the crop with full force against her tender thigh, “Yes, you like that.” Without waiting for an answer, he let loose a flurry of blows up and down her arms and legs. He varied the intensity from feather light swats to vicious thrashings. Once her body was aglow with exquisite pain, he mounted her helpless pussy.
In the real world, Darren continued to watch his sleeping angel. Up until this point, she hadn’t said anything recognizable besides his name and a few soft moans of pleasure. But now she pronounced, quite clearly, the words, “Oh…yes…Darren…fuck me…bite me!” The last part made his fangs protrude involuntarily.
Just as her dream lover began to slide his dick into her writhing body, Kayla awakened unsatisfied and wanting more. She rolled over, delighted to see that her mate was also awake. The bedroom’s darkness cloaked his fangs. Kayla snuggled up next to Darren, unaware of his vampiric hunger building to dangerous levels.
“I’ve been having some very naughty dreams about you,” she grinned.
Darren pulled away; his self control waning. He lost the ability to retract his fangs. “Kayla, wait,” he warned.
“Too tired?” Kayla asked, deflated.
“Yes,” he lied but began to regret the decision, “Wait…, actually, there’s something I need to tell you.” It didn’t matter that it was two o’clock in the morning; Kayla needed to know the truth and Darren had finally found the courage to admit it.
“What’s wrong?” Kayla questioned innocently.
Darren flicked on the light switch but faced away from his concerned lover. “I know it’s unbelievable but I can prove it. I’m not human. I’m…a vampire,” he hung his head.
“Wait, you’re… what?” Kayla thought it must be some sort of joke but she wasn’t getting the punch line.
“Don’t be afraid,” he slowly turned to face her.
On the sight of his gleaming canines all Kayla could say was, “…wow.” The pair stared in nervous silence for a moment. Kayla was the first to break the glaring quiet, “How is that even possible?”
“Vampires have secretly lived in the shadows of human society since prehistoric times. We’re created when one vampire transforms a human or, obviously, when two vampires mate. I was born by the latter method.”
“So your parents, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson…”
“Both vampires.”
“Wow…,” Kayla had an anxious thought, “Wait, you’ve never attacked anybody, right?” Kayla didn’t really need to ask; human or not, her Darren wasn’t a killer.
“No, of course not. I survive by taking massive doses of iron supplements. They don’t help much with the cravings, though,” he wondered if he should’ve kept that last sentence to himself.
“Cravings…for blood?”
“Yes,” he sighed shamefully.
“Have you ever wanted to bite me?” Kayla pried.
“More than anything,” the words slipped from his lips before he could stop them. “But I’d never hurt you,” he added hastily.
“I know,” she assured, “Hey, I always wondered; if a vampire bites a human, do they die or become another vampire?”
“Neither, actually. We don’t take enough blood to kill an adult and we can only ‘turn’ a human by feeding them some of our own blood. But we have this venom, it’s not dangerous, but a vampire bite would hurt like nothing you’ve ever experienced.”
Kayla’s masochistic little heart skipped a beat. Darren didn’t notice. He trudged over toward the mirror, “I’m hideous.”
“No,” Kayla guided his face toward her, “you’re perfect.” She leaned in for a kiss but Darren pushed her away.
“Please, not now. I might lose control.”
“You don’t get it do you? You know, I have my own little secret…,” she moved closer to whisper in his ear, “I want you to bite me.”
“What are you? Some kind of masochist?”
“Exactly,” Kayla grinned with a mixture of shyness and lust.
For a moment, Darren beamed at the possibility, but he couldn’t allow himself, “No, I won’t hurt you.”
“Are you sure?” she flirtatiously bit her own finger, drawing a single droplet of blood. Darren’s eye’s followed the crimson bead as Kayla drew her tongue over the wound. Leaning against the tormented demon, she flicked her hair aside to expose her slender neck, “Go ahead; it’s what we both want.”
He grabbed her roughly around the waist but a lingering mote of doubt remained in his eye.
“Really,” Kayla assured, “It’s okay.”
This was enough to persuade him. Darren threw her onto the bed and pounced, lying horizontally with his fangs over the soft flesh of her stomach. The vampire sank his teeth into her like a ripened peach. He drank lightly so as to savor each drop of her crimson nectar. Relenting, Darren took Kayla’s opposite hand to his lips. He glided seamlessly from a tender kiss on the hand to a violent bite on the wrist. Again, he only drew a few sips.
Darren crawled over her blood-streaked body, bringing the pair face to face. He kissed her deeply, allowing Kayla to taste her own blood on his tongue. He moved to her neck for the final bite, grinning sadistically as he claimed his willing prey. Dagger-like fangs drove fiercely into her waiting veins and Darren drank deep. His venom flowed freely into the wound, enveloping her body in delicious agony. Though she writhed in blissful torment, his supernatural strength kept her pinned to the bed. He greedily drained her, feeding until she reached the point of exhaustion. The blood-loss left Kayla slightly drowsy but her smile carried an unmistakable glow of satisfaction.
Darren, too, was on cloud nine, fulfilled in a way he once thought impossible. He knew Kayla was the love of his life but he never dared dream she would share her body with him like this. Now more than ever, Darren was certain that this woman was his perfect mate. And he would do much more than marry her. Piercing his own finger, Darren whispered, “I’m going to make you mine… for eternity.”
He offered a taste of his transformative demon blood. Kayla took the finger into her mouth and began to suck gently, allowing the metallic potion to course down her throat. A few droplets were all it took. Afterward, Kayla drifted into blissful slumber wrapped in the arms of her future husband. As she dozed, her tongue brushed lightly against a newly formed set of fangs.
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