The vampire is impaling me over and over. His teeth deep in my neck, sucking in a measured pace as he works his jaw to grip my throat anew after each long draught. Enough to satisfy his need, or one of them, yet not too much to allow me to pass out or not comprehend, experience the full measure of having him in my bed, his cock up my ass impaling me at a faster and faster pace.
His cock at first so cold, colder than the lube he applies before entering me. It warms slowly from the heat of my bowels and the blood he draws from me that fills his veins. My blood engorges him, and he grows thicker and longer as my rim loosens and I squeeze as if to keep him from leaving.
Amazingly, my own cock remains hard the entire time. His hand wrapped around it, he strokes me in time with the suction at my neck. He won't let me cum, not until he's ready at least, and sometimes he makes he jerk off afterwards while he watches. His own cum hot in the depths of my ass.
How did it come to this? I'm still not sure. All I know now is that I leave the window open for him and he comes to me almost every night.
We met at a bar. I was having dinner alone and he was the only other patron. He kept staring at me even though I ignored him, or I thought I did, until he came and introduced himself. For some reason, I couldn't send him away and instead he sat with me, talking incessantly while I finished my meal.
Never having been with a man before, it shocked and surprised me when I found myself hard. The shock more so when it took his glance into my lap for me to even realize I was sexually excited by this strange man. His smile back at me left no doubt it was what he wanted, and what he would have of me.
