The Radford House

Legend has it, they say, that the Radford house on 52 North Street is inhabited by evil spirits. Walls bleed, chandeliers tremble, and kitchen knives have a sick mind of their own. Many haunted houses can be left immediately if one gets too scared. The Radford house, however, is different. It is a possessed house, and it is very fond of consuming curious explorers. The legend states that "No one who dares enter the Radford house of Hell may ever leave it."

The disappearing of a group of local teenagers was enough to convince most people that the legend was a bit more than just a legend, but for Adrian and Saria, it was all the more reason to investigate.

The grinding of Adrian's car on the gravel driveway broke the silence of the Radford lot as he drove up and stopped the car.

"You feel it don't you?" Adrian asked, noticing that Saria was shivering quite a bit.

"The energy is really strong! Really…" She paused.

"Bad." Adrian finished

Adrian got out of the car, and stood next to it surveying the surroundings. Saria soon followed.

The old, Victorian relic before them had a creepy aura about it. Its gingerbread decorations were in desperate need for some paint, a few of the windows were shattered, and the front door banged against the jamb as a chilled breeze swept Adrian's long hair over his face. Saria's eyes shot up to the highest window where she swore she saw a ghost.

"Adrian…look up there!" She whispered.

Adrian looked up at the window but saw nothing. "Don't let your imagination get to you. That's probably how it gets people. Probably scares them to death." He chuckled.

"You dick! I can't help it! I've never been to a place as haunted as this before!" Saria snapped. She was taken back by her sudden bout of anger. "Sorry…I don't know where that came from." Her eyes met Adrian's for a moment before turning back to see if the car was still there.

As Adrian stood there examining each window, door, and rafter, a weird energy, a lust Adrian had never felt before hit him full force. He looked over at Saria, taking note of her heaving breasts for the first time in their entire friendship. He never even touched her, and now he was looking with hungry eyes at her breasts.

"Saria looks so fucking sexy in that fishnet shirt. I wouldn't mind fucking her." He thought. He clapped his hands to his mouth unable to believe what he had just thought. "We're friends. We always have been, and nothing has ever tempted us to be more." Adrian recalled.

He walked up the path to the wrap-around porch, intrigued by all of the unexplained emotions the house was manifesting. As he ascended the steps to the front door, a sad memory of days passed flashed before his eyes.

The first one was of a young boy not older than ten smoking a cigarette, and then a man that was probably his father burst in the room, snatched the cigarette from his mouth and tore him to the floor to kick him in the stomach.

The second step brought a vision of the "father" having brutal sex with someone who was probably his wife. She was crying in pain as he rammed her with violent force.

The last step was the "wife" in the kitchen with a kitchen knife. She made cuts on her chest and arms until her "husband" came in. When he was in the room she ran up to him and stabbed him several times, maniacally shoving the blade in his chest, his stomach, his neck, and wherever else she could in her insanity.

Adrian reached the porch, but almost fell backward off the stairway he just ascended. Before his eyes were actual occurrences. He knew it. After all, he had psychic abilities and there was no doubt in his mind that the graphic visions were true. He managed to catch himself before falling backwards off the porch, but he balanced himself with a loud thud that caught Saria's attention. She ran to catch up with him.

"Don't step on those stairs. I'll lift you up." Adrian warned.

"Why?" Saria asked.

"I saw these graphic visions. Memories...they're really bad. I don't think you want to see them." He informed.

"What were they?"

"Hmm...well we had a beating, a rape, and a murder. A brutal, insane murder." Adrian warned.

"Jesus."

Adrian reached his hand out to lift Saria up to the porch, but as he did, he felt another bout of lust, this time more intense than the last. He started to push her against the wall to kiss her but stopped himself and turned around, burying his head in his hands in shame.

"What's going on, Adrian?" Saria asked with irritation in her voice.

"I don't know. This house is fucking with me! It's playing mind games! Don't let it get you Saria."

Saria stepped back, unaware that there was a drop. She fell back on the top step and witnessed the same brutal murder scene that Adrian just saw.

"Holy shit!" She screamed, scrambling back onto the porch.

"See! I told you!" Adrian remarked.

"This is really creepy." Saria said. All of a sudden her curiosity took over. "We should go in." She started towards the door.

"Hold on Saria. I thought you just said it was creepy."

"But I'm curious. Come on! You're the one who was begging me to come and now you're too chicken to come with me."

"Chicken? Aren't we a little old for that?" Adrian couldn't help but think she was flirting with him. He started to get horny again. He watched her as she went inside, marveling at her nice figure and hot ass. He wanted to finger her warm flesh. He wanted to scour every inch of her with his tongue. Explore her silky depths. Adrian was so caught up in his thoughts that he failed to notice that Saria was already inside. He hurried in after her.

The house was dark and musty. Wallpaper covered the walls, but in many places it was either stained or ripped. The floor creaked with almost every step. Cobwebs were stretched between each part of the grand, gold chandelier, and half-burned candles were leaning on their sides in the candleholders.

Adrian and Saria walked throughout the first floor, turning every corner with caution. Adrian's eyes were transfixed on Saria and her smooth movements as she walked throughout the house. She turned at one point to see if he was still there, giving a sexy, head-turned-down, glance at Adrian before turning back to go into the next room.

When they came to the kitchen, Saria screamed at notice of the walls. They were bleeding just like the legend claimed. Blood seeped from every crack and seam in the white wooden paneling. It was running from them as it would from a cut, trickling across the countertops and dripping off the edge.

"Don't worry Saria...you're safe with me." Adrian approached her to put his arms around her but stopped himself. He didn't want to get himself started. He instead nodded in assurance and continued to look around.

"I'll be okay...it just startled me." She told him. "It's actually kind of cool."

"Yeah, it is." Adrian agreed as his mind strayed back to Saria's hot body.

A sudden noise made them both jump as they entered the parlour. Adrian grabbed Saria from behind, wrapping his arms around her protectively as a piece of the ceiling crashed to the floor.

"Adrian, you're so cold! Are you okay?" Saria asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just get cold when I'm nervous. That's all." Adrian answered.

He held her hand, lacing his fingers with hers as they made their way back to the main hallway. They traveled up the creaky, mahogany stairs to a short corridor with a few sconces on the walls. The candles in them mysteriously lit themselves as Adrian and Saria passed by. At the end of the corridor was a door through which they entered.

"This is the room where that father beat his son. Look, there's an ash tray!" Adrian said.

"Wow. This is a really cool place. I wonder why no one ever leaves it."

"Guess we'd have to leave to find out." Adrian said smartly.

"You're such a dick sometimes." Saria remarked.

"I know." Adrian said with a smile.

After exploring the lounge they entered one of the bedrooms.

This room was not like the others they were in. This room was much cleaner. There were few cobwebs, the candles were unburned, and the dust in the room was at a minimum. Saria wondered how this could be. Jet black curtains covered the windows, and only a slit of light came into the room. The furniture was mahogany and ornately carved. There was a satin, gothic style chaise lounge in the corner next to some floor candelabras. As they entered the room, the candles started to light themselves leaving a romantic and sexy glow about the room.

"Look at that bed!" Saria exclaimed noticing the large, gothic, canopy bed situated diagonally from corner.

It was king-sized, with a crimson, satin duvet. It had many large, black, satin pillows that covered almost half of the bed. Long, velve

t curtains that matched the colour of the pillows were tied neatly to the bedposts with silver rope.

"That's one hell of a bed." Adrian

commented.

Looking at the bed triggered the most intense lust Adrian ever felt. He moved to Saria's side and put his arm tightly around her waist pulling her close to him. She was thin but healthy, with curvy hips, and a seductive set of legs. Adrian wanted to move his hands all over her body. He wanted to finger every nook and cranny. He was beginning to forget that they were just friends. He was starting to forget that he cared.

"God you're sexy." He said suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Adrian never commented on her looks before, and this was awkward.

"I want you..." He whispered into her ear, exhaling as he spoke the words. Saria would have said something just then, however her words were lost when she felt Adrian bite her neck. Her eyes rolled back and she exhaled in ecstasy as a tingle shot through her veins. She became lost in this feeling. She used to have a boyfriend who would bite her neck, but his bite was no match for Adrian's. The lust that kept striking Adrian was now hitting her.

After a few minutes of biting and sucking her neck, Adrian spoke.

"Let me touch you…" His hand snaked down her stomach and to her sex.

"What has gotten into you?!" She asked, still a little taken back. "And you're still cold!"

By now, Adrian was completely dominated by his lust for her. "I always am. And I'm just a little horny...that's all."

"Well that's obvious Adrian…" Saria responded.

"I'm sorry. I guess I'm rushing into things." He said as he removed his black fishnet shirt, exposing his beautiful, pale chest.

Saria couldn't help but marvel at his chiseled physique. Everything about him appeared so perfect. His stomach was flat, and his shoulders and arms were muscular. She couldn't help but get a little horny herself.

Adrian reached for her shirt and lifted it off of her body as he leaned down to kiss her now somewhat exposed breasts. Saria looked down at him but was startled when she saw his eyes. They were now completely black. She blinked to verify what she saw. They were no doubt as black as night.

He came up and kissed her smooth lips, snaking his tongue into her mouth and moving his tongue against hers. Saria tried to say something about the strange colouration of his eyes but her lust overcame her. She was lost in the moment now and there was no turning back.

Once again he bit her neck, only this time a bit harder. He slid the straps of her bra off of her shoulders and undid the snap. She backed up long enough to let the bra fall to the floor, but returned to his arms to continue kissing him.

Adrian's lust was boiling now. He couldn't stand it any longer. Not only was he rock hard as he had been for the past five minutes, but he was also breathing quite heavily. He began removing his leather pants, undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. Saria noticed his action and all at once found herself pulling them off of his legs. She noticed his boots had somehow disappeared as she reached his feet. She looked around the room and found them sitting by the bed. Confused, she put her lips to Adrian's legs, feeling his cold skin. Saria looked up to see if his eyes were still black. She blinked and accepted that she wasn't seeing things. She started to shake.

"Adrian...are you...no, you couldn't be…" She sat back on her legs as Adrian stepped out of his pants.

"Yes, I am." He read her thoughts. Saria's jaw dropped as Adrian bared his fangs. "Cool isn't it?" He asked.

"Heh...yeah." She said. She looked him up and down as she felt her wetness ooze out of her. This new discovery only made her want him more. She stood up and pressed her breasts against his cold skin, licking his neck like a kitten. As she moved her body closer to his, she felt his hard cock press against her. It felt big, and though it was cold, she wanted to suck it. She kissed Adrian one last time before sinking to her knees to remove his boxers. As they slid down his legs, she took hold of his cock, putting her mouth up to it, and looked up teasingly. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and came just millimetres from it before returning to her mouth. She giggled as she continued to look into his black eyes. Adrian pushed his hips forward, touching her cheek with his cold, but throbbing cock. "I know you want it..." He said. "Lick it, sexy."

Saria started at the base of his shaft, following one of the veins up to the mushroom head. Adrian's head fell back as she took the large head into her mouth. She moved her tongue across the coronal ridge, flicking the spot over and over and smiling as Adrian moaned. The moaning always turned her on, and it encouraged her to keep going. She began to pant as moan as she licked and sucked his large, pulsating cock. She held the shaft with her left hand, squeezed it as hard as she could, and gently massaged his balls with her right. She brought her tongue down the shaft and to his balls, taking one at a time in her mouth and sucking them gently. Her finger stroked the smooth skin of the perineum as she licked patterns on his balls. Adrian brought his hand to her head and held it there, but she only brought her tongue down lower flicking her tongue across the perineum. Adrian almost fell backwards as he felt the simultaneous licking and jerking off of his pulsating cock. He couldn't believe how good she was. She came back up and took his entire length in her mouth, swallowing the cold rod and warming it with her hot mouth.

All of a sudden, Adrian exhaled and moaned loudly, pulling Saria's hair and making her suck his cock as fast as he could make his hand move. Saria began to gag but suppressed it just in time. Many jets of cold cum flowed straight down her throat as Adrian thrust against her. He pressed her head as far onto his cock as she could handle so the cum would flow straight down her throat. He pulled out before finishing so he could cum on her face. There was so much that it dripped from her chin onto her breasts.

"It's been awhile..." He giggled.

"Mmm...I always wondered what vampire cum tastes like..." Saria said, standing up to kiss Adrian.

"Bet you do too..." She laughed as she shared his cum with him. Adrian found this to be very erotic. He got down on his knees and pulled her panties off from under her short PVC skirt and began to lick her pussy. It was clean shaven, and her clit was pierced. He flicked his tongue across her clit making her moan. The combined motion of his tongue and the ring that pierced her clit caused her to fall backwards. Adrian stood up and lowered her onto the chaise lounge, pulling her skirt from her body leaving her naked and beautiful. The only things left on her body were her fishnet stockings.

Adrian would have fucked her right then and there, but the orgasm he just experienced was so good that it would be awhile before he was ready for another round. Or so he said.

He spread her legs with and knelt before her, lapping away at her pussy. He had not tasted a human before. Not in this way. He licked her warm come as it oozed all over his mouth and onto the chaise. He plunged his tongue into her silky depths and managed to reach her G-spot. Saria grabbed the arms of the chaise and thrust her sex against his mouth. He came out of her for a moment to lick her clit as she continued to moan in ecstasy. While one of her hands continued to grasp the chair, the other moved down to his head where she ran her fingers through his long, black hair. He looked up at her, his black eyes peeking into her mind. He knew what she wanted. He climbed atop her like a cat, biting her neck until it began to bleed. Saria screamed as the blood trickled down her neck, into her hair, and onto the chaise.

"Relax. It won't hurt in a moment. I promise." Adrian told her.

Saria closed her eyes as he went back to drinking her blood, as just when she fell into the trance-like state, he entered her.

From Saria was the loudest moan she ever made. His large cock filled her dripping pussy, spreading it apart guiltlessly. He began pumping as he drank a few more drops of her blood.

He waved a free hand over the wound and healed it. He didn't want her to bleed to death. He pulled out for a moment, looking into her lustful green eyes. A desperate aura came about her and she pulled his hips toward her but it was to no avail. Her eyes grew wider and wider as Adrian backed away. He teased her like this for a few minutes, waiting for her lust to turn her into the animal she really was. He wanted to see this human girl he'd known for years become the animal she really was to him. Saria clawed at his back and moaned, thrusting her hips toward him. She brought one hand down to her breasts and squeezed the soft mounds with a rough, animalistic lust. He had her right where he wanted her.

"Fuck me goddamnit!" Saria lunged her hips into Adrian once again, spreading her legs wider so he could enter her. "Please! I want it hard! Fuck me hard!"

Without hesitation, Adrian thrust himself into her and fucked her as hard and fast as he could.

"Yeah! Fuck yeah!" She shouted into his ear. Adrian pulled out again.

"God, you humans can be such fucking animals and I love it!" Adrian chuckled as he pulled her violently off the chaise lounge and threw her on the bed.

"Get on your hands and knees. I want to fuck you from behind. You're mine now..." His voice was almost demonic as he mounted her and thrust his cock deep into her cunt. Every time he pulled out, more of her fluid seeped out of her getting the bed wet with her juices. He went as deep and hard as he could, fucking her like the whore she seemed to be.

He went faster and faster, reaching a hand down around her body to finger her clit as he grabbed her hair and pulled it with each thrust. Saria's breasts were bouncing in all directions and she began to scream. The combination of pleasure and pain was bringing her to orgasm quickly, but Adrian wasn't about to let her come yet. He waved his hand over her once again, this time sending her into a peak experience. She felt like she was coming, but she knew she wasn't. She couldn't explain the feeling but she screamed louder and louder as Adrian pounded her now reddened pussy. He put her through ten minutes of this relentless fucking before letting her come. It wasn't difficult at all for Adrian to keep going, and the whole "going soft" thing was just a tease. As Saria started to come, he put all of his strength into fucking her, moving the hand that grasped her hair to her shoulder. He pulled her against his cock, thrusting as hard and fast as ever as Saria came all over him. Her come was so abundant that it formed a small pool on the bed. The earth-shattering orgasm seemed to go on forever as Saria's voice was lost from screaming so loudly. Finally, the orgasm subsided and she fell forward, completely devoid of any energy whatsoever.

"I hope you don't think I'm finished." Adrian remarked.

Saria turned her head and looked at him in disbelief. There was no way she could take anymore of this. Adrian pulled her back to her doggie-style position and thrust himself back inside her.