Copyright © October 2017 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author's Notes
Foreword #1 : All characters in this series are over 18
Foreword #2 : This is pure fantasy and should be read as such. It is not intended to be factual and could not happen in real life . . . . well at least I would expect it could not happen, but maybe you can prove me wrong
Foreword #3 : This is part 4 of "Destined to Keep Cumming". Although there is a little recap at the start of the story, you may want to read the earlier part to get up to speed with the journey to date
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Emma Wilkes, a university research assistant was finding her world turning upside down. It all started after an encounter with a modern day vampire as she continued her studies on the history behind Bram Stoker's Dracula. It was an encounter though which delivered much more than it originally promised. Transfixed by his charm and good looks, Emma had ended up being fucked by the same. Deep in the throes of orgasm she had felt the vampire's bite, those sharp teeth digging into her neck.
Initially treating them with contempt, Emma now realised that his parting words on that eventful evening may just have a little more truth behind them than she could ever have imagined.
"Remember this, my girl. If a vampire bites you mid orgasm then you are destined to cum forever more. That, my dear is the consequence you will have to live with.
When I say cum forever I mean
forever
. Not instantly but eventually. You'll find desires you never knew you had, but, for each that you satisfy another will take its place, only greater and stronger. And so it will go. The question is how long you can last."
Yes, initially nothing seemed to happen but over time the urges built, irresistible urges each one stronger than the last. She had progressed from fingering herself through to a large dildo. Each one bringing short term relief. Deep down though the urge had become a hunger. A hunger she hoped would be satisfied by a large cock.
And so, one evening, Emma had set about finding a willing partner. A young lad, barely twenty was the one. Reluctant at first, but easy to convince, she had given him the ride of his life. A ride which had left the lad in a delirious state, his story making the local news.
What had she done? What was she now? Emma needed to find out, and to find out quickly. There had to be a rational explanation . . . a physical explanation . . . . a medical explanation. That was it, maybe a visit to her doctor would help give her some explanation as to why she was behaving like this.
Time was of the essence as Emma already expected that it would only be a matter of days before the urge returned.
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It was the day after her dogging adventure and for the first time in quite a few weeks the hunger inside had gone. Emma was back to feeling herself again. Yes, she still had a lower than normal appetite when it came to food but not to a worrying degree. After all she had gotten used to her new shape, the slightly thinner waist maximising her hips and chest.
Her mind was made though. Despite feeling normal again she had to find out why she had behaved in the way she had. Why had her body reacted that way? What if those feelings came back again? Everything has a rational explanation and there must be a medical reason for her behaviour. She was still going to get herself checked out, it was just a matter of where. She couldn't go to her own GP, not about this kind of matter. It needed to be a specialist and somebody discreet. Then she remembered, a couple of years back an older colleague had confided in her about health problems she was having. She'd been to see a Harley Street consultant who specialised in women's problems and she'd been more than happy with the results.
All Emma had to do was remember the name. She racked her brains. It was something like Pickwick, but that was Dickens. Pickwick, Pickfield, Pickworth. She sat down at the desk in her university room and powered up the laptop. A few minutes later and with the power of Google she had found the answer. The Picton Clinic, a discreet service specialising in a variety of health issues. More importantly they were open to new clients and offered appointments daily.
Emma picked up the phone and dialled carefully. It rang, once, twice and then, taking her by surprise, there was a voice on the other end. It was a young sounding female who answered.
"Picton Clinic, you're speaking to Danielle, how can I help?"
Surprised by the speed at which the phone was answered, Emma now found herself lost for words, a sudden lump in the back of her throat. She grabbed a glass of water, listening as Danielle introduced herself again. Taking a big mouthful Emma cleared her throat.
"Oh, hello. I was wondering if you had any appointments?"
"Let me take a look," came the reply on the other end of the phone "now could I just take a few details?"
There was something about Danielle's soft-spoken voice which, although young, put Emma totally at ease. She was efficient, polite and respectful in a way which belied her youthful tone.
"First things first, have we seen you before?" came the first question.
"Mmmm, no," Emma replied "but a friend did recommend you."
"Very good, now can I take a name and address?"
Emma hesitated. She couldn't give her real name could she? After all it was a bit embarrassing. But what if there was something wrong, how would she know about it? Quickly she pondered her reply.
