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Ella I pulled off my helmet as I parked in my driveway. I could smell the human across the street, although he was far away from my vision. I breathed in carefully or else I might just run after him and take him then and there. My blood was boiling, but a smaller part of me knew that doing that wouldn’t fix anything. Who was ‘blue eyes’? Hell. Why did I even leave? I didn’t understand why I had receded to my hiding place. Going through my liquor cabinet, I found a bottle of wine. Taking a glass, I filled it halfway and tried to relax but I couldn’t. My curiosity was almost as insatiable as a cat. I would find him. I had to find him. After learning about him, he would just be another face. Another male, maybe with kids or a wife, a job, hobbies, likes and dislikes; the standard man in some way or form. If I was going to be elusive then it was time to pull one of a few tricks up my sleeve. Succubi had the ability to disappear or to teleport. The ability came in handy for escapes, evading hunters, and keeping our existence a secret. Our ability should only be used in extreme circumstances, but for tonight I no longer cared about the consequences. If anyone saw me and said anything, who would really believe them? In a flash, I was in the club sitting in my favorite seat. In a small but comfortable space, I was shielded from the light penetrating the shadows and searching security cameras, leaving me at my discretion to watch whomever I pleased. I smiled.’Blue eyes’ was only twenty feet away from me and exiting a room. His stern face was intense, and his eyes practically glowed. My eyes traveled down to his body. I never had the chance to appreciate what he looked like. His dark pants, and white dress shirt accentuated his figure well. Thick but not overly buff muscles were hinted at, and he walked with extreme grace. I was so engrossed in savoring the sight that I was unaware of the blonde approaching him until she was already near him. Jealousy sparked a fire within me, even though he wasn’t mine to claim. The blonde was attractive enough with a gorgeous figure and a pretty face. ‘Blue eyes’ would buy her a drink, and one thing would lead to another. Imagining what they would be doing later on in the night brought an onslaught of jealousy. I had to remind myself that he didn’t know me, nor did he belong to me. The blonde was whispering something in his ear. I wished the sound system wasn’t so nearby. Even with my acute hearing, I could only assume she was flirting with him and seducing him, when I should be the one who was doing that. My anger only intensified when I saw him lean in close to her as if to kiss her.”He isn’t mine.” I told myself. If it wasn’t for him being so mysteriou,s I would be in a much happier place. Even with that being said, I still saw red. Behind my mask, I wanted to push the blonde over the balcony for getting near him. He then surprised me. He walked away. The blonde was in shock and so was I. I was relieved but at the same time angry at myself for caring. Despite my surprising emotions, I still wanted to know more about him. Why had he said no to the blonde? She was hot and any other guy would have easily obliged to buy her a drink. As he exited the club, I slipped out of the shadows and followed him. Not once did he look back, or notice me following him. He was completely immersed in thought, so much so that he didn’t see me lurking right behind him. I couldn’t help but notice that something was off. His strides were too graceful, and he lacked weak spots. His overall body held nothing of vulnerability, hinting that he wasn’t anything close to human. What was he? I impatiently waited as he walked into his home. The flicking of light switches signaled which rooms he moved to and from and eventually he was in the kitchen. I teleported into the living room. The overwhelming smell of masculinity turned me on instantly. I was still hungry, and being near his proximity was not helping me get anything under control. I looked around the room and noted that everything was simple, clean and organized. Black couches, white bare walls, widescreen television,and modern clocks filled it; but it lacked personality. It was a practical excerpt from a home decor magazine. I scanned across the television stand and saw nothing. There were no books, no magazines, no pictures, absolutely nothing that hinted at who he was. I moved my search over to his room. Moving through the hallway, I caught a glimpse of him. In dark gray sweatpants, and a fitted white t-shirt. I instantly held my breath. If I got any closer, I would lose my grip on my control. Oh how I would love to straddle him, and feel my hands going down his chest… I mentally slapped myself to regain my composure. Wait, what was he drinking? The dark red liquid swished around in a glass, as he brought it to his lips. His life essence became stronger as he drank it. He was a vampire. I knew I should have gotten away, but with my new tidbit of information, I was hungry for more. I knew what he was, but could I get a name? Rummaging through his desk. I again found nothing. No bills, no letters, no paperwork, just a notepad and a pen. The notepad Ankara escort was completely blank, and I wasn’t going to go through the trash bin to see if anything was there. Opening the last bottom drawer, I found something peculiar. There was a picture frame completely face down. Picking it up, I instantly recognized him and another woman. He was holding on to her as if, his life depended on it. She was extremely beautiful, with brown straight hair that contrasted with her pale skin, and wide brown eyes. My fingers slipped, and the frame hit the ground before I could catch it. I disappeared in an instant, not bothering to close the drawers. He would know someone had been there. *** As I sat in the love seat of my own apartment. I wondered who the woman could be. She obviously wasn’t around, or else I would have noticed the womanly touch his home would have. I contemplated on who she could be, but I was also confused on what I was feeling. I felt almost sick, but I was immune to all human infection. What was wrong with me? Rubbing my temples, I inhaled and exhaled slowly. I should have eaten more back at the club. I was far too exhausted, to go back and snatch a quickie. Pulling off my dress and letting it drop on the floor, I lay there completely bathed in the moonlight. I grabbed a wool blanket, and dozed off on my love seat. *** It was nearly ten o’clock and despite my growing hunger. I had not gone out to feed, but had decided that I was going to go through a grand buffet tonight at the club. I told myself that I was simply waiting for a larger and better meal, but a small part of me denied it. Pulling on some fresh white lacy panties and matching bra, I looked deceivingly angelic. Smirking I pulled on a red strapless sweetheart a-line dress that reached mid-thigh. Adjusting my make up, and hair I made sure every part of me was perfect. The predatory part of me was hinted at through the reflection. My eyes shined bright, and my skin was glowing. The demon had surfaced and it was begging for attention. Half an hour later, I walked into the club and went straight to the bar. “White Russian?” asked the bartender. He smiled cheekily, with dimples showing. He obviously remembered what I drank far more than I did. I smiled and said, “Not today, babe. Whiskey, and keep it coming.” Shot after shot, after shot, I was finally feeling the effects of the alcohol that barely tickled my throat. I was finally buzzed and ready to hit the dance floor. I had already earned enough stares from the gentlemen around me. I could practically hear their desires. They probably thought I would be an easy target, since no other girl could have drank that much alcohol and still be standing. Putting more than enough money on the table, I walked towards the sea of bodies dancing to the beat, ready to put my trap into place. They would search for me here and dance, and when I was ready I would pull them out of the crowd and finish them one by one. A few bold hands began to hold on to me and I lost myself to the music, not really caring. I rubbed myself up against them, pulling them towards me. Then some bold hands grabbed on to me so tightly I stumbled and pushed back into his chest. My butt rubbed against his crotch. “Oh well, its not like I wouldn’t have done that anyway,” I thought. I felt my own arousal, against his own as our tempo increased with the music. I tried to look at my mysterious partner, but he wouldn’t let me turn around. Then in an instant, he was gone. My gaze followed his back, as he swam his way back and towards the exit. My demon howled. It wanted him, and in no way or form was it going to let him leave. Teleporting, I was instantly in front of him. I took a step back and gasped. “Blue eyes?” He smirked. A part of me wanted to punch him, the other wanted to kiss that delicious mouth of his. I did neither. Holding his gaze, my face hardened. He knew that he had my attention. I wasn’t used to that and was usually so in control. I felt my mouth go dry, and I licked my lips as he returned the stare. His eyes went to my mouth and I looked away. Without saying anything else, I walked towards the bar. I really needed a drink this time. He trailed behind me, then grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the private rooms. Saying absolutely nothing, he looked at me with such intensity, I felt self-conscious under his stare.”Anything to drink?” he asked, as he went to the island of liquor in the corner. “A whisky will be fine,” I bravely said. I was practically shaking on the inside. Private rooms signified that their clients were strong and powerful, and that meant I was playing with something that could have consequences. Yet, as his fingers slightly brushed up against mine, the inner demon howled and made my hunger resurface. I looked at him, intensely, saying nothing and yet saying everything. He seemed taken aback by my bluntness and took in a drink of his own glass. He looked at me straight in the eyes and said, “Blue eyes?” with a laugh in his smile. I blinked, and for once my cool seductive powers were gone. Taking in a drink, I felt the heat rise to my cheeks but I managed Ankara escort bayan to choke out, “Well, your eyes are blue.” “Since you already have a nickname for me, can I give you one?” “So many questions, in such a short amount of time, don’t you think?” I answered, without a thought. I felt disoriented. One moment I was completely in control, the next I was a complete slave to my needs. He laughed, as he took another sip of his drink. I sat next to him on the beige leather couches. “I only have one that I really care about,” he smiled deviously. I lifted an eyebrow in response. I no longer trusted my mouth. “What are you?” “What do you mean?” I asked as adrenaline began to pump through my veins at the question. “Don’t play coy,” he leaned into me and stared at me looking for a lie. Realization dawned on me, that he was the one who saw me in the alley. He was a vampire and had seen me with that human, but had obviously not seen the entire spectacle or else he wouldn’t be asking. I said nothing. If I told him that much, I knew that this is where I would cross the point of no return. Keeping my face blank, I got up and said, “Thanks for the drink,” and went for the exit. In a flash, I was pinned against the wall. The over-stimulation of my senses made me lose it. I could taste him as he invaded my mouth. I could feel him against my legs, my groin, my arms; and every time I breathed, all I smelled was him. There was only him. My hands went through his hair and crushed him against me. I needed him everywhere and anywhere. My legs wrapped around his waist, as his mouth went underneath my chin and towards my throat. I felt his fangs graze against the skin, and my breathing hitched. His hands slid up my dress, and I felt my back arch in response. The growing hunger fueled my movements, as I tore off his shirts and trailed my hands against his back. My tongue danced up his neck and settled near his jugular vein. Biting it softly, I heard him moan in response as he cupped my ass cheeks and spread them apart. My body pressed even tighter against him, and I groaned. I needed him to fill me in every way. “Please. Just fuck me already,” I begged. I let go of my pride as my need increased. Fueled by my begs, he tore off my dress and paused at my lacy white bra and panties, only to rip those off too. His mouth crushed mine as he squeezed my breasts, pinching the nipples. My hips bucked towards his erection in response, and my hands tore down his trousers. He took a step back in order to shuffle off his shoes and pants, and I took in his glorious manliness. His cock was huge in girth and length. His eight and half inches of steel were at least an inch and a half in thickness. Before I could even think, he thrust into me. Leaving me no time to adjust, he thrust hard and fast. My groans got louder as I felt my walls expand and contract around him. I wanted him deeper. My moans got louder as he grunted with each thrust. My legs pulled him in closer. He was reaching undiscovered places and just when I thought he couldn’t go in deeper, he slammed even harder into me. His balls brushed against my pussy lips as my body was pinned forcefully up against the wall. I howled in excitement. He withdrew for only a second before ramming himself into me again. Our hips and moans were in perfect tempo as the heat increased. His hand went to my clitoris and began to rub it skillfully, and mine went to his balls giving him a light squeeze. The muscles in our bodies tensed in anticipation. He thrust himself into me, and then I exploded. Waves of euphoria rolled throughout my entire being. My body clenched onto him so hard, he had trouble continuing his thrusts without friction. Still high off of my orgasm I squeezed his balls, and I felt his member twitch and swell inside of me. He gave one last thrust, and began to shoot his cum inside of me. I unexpectedly came again. My lips reached his and I began to feed off of his essence. I couldn’t stop. This was different, I took all of him in, until he was dry and then let go of his body. I expected to see empty blue lifeless eyes. Breathing heavily, his gaze met mine. Panicking, I did the only thing I could think of, I teleported out of there. Maxwell I caught myself on the wall as my mystery woman disappeared all of a sudden, leaving me alone and empty. It was weird because I really did feel empty, it was as if my life was sucked out of me, yet I’m still standing and alive. What did she do to me? And where did she go? Why did she suddenly just disappear like that? I looked around the room, hoping I would see her sitting down on the couch looking at me with desire, but I found that I was all alone in this private room. If the room didn’t smell like sex and if her ripped panties weren’t on the floor next to me, I would have thought that I had been imagining everything. I pulled my pants back on and fixed my clothing, making sure nothing was out of order. I stuffed my mystery woman’s ripped panties in my pocket and walked out of the room alone. I was halfway across the club when someone put their hand on my shoulder. Instinctively, I grabbed the stranger’s Escort Ankara arm and flung them over my shoulder throwing my attacker onto the ground in front of me. “Ouch! What the bloody hell, mate?!” Anthony cried out on the floor in front of me. I just looked at him, shocked that I had thrown my best friend and partner on the ground. Luckily he wasn’t human or else he would have been seriously injured from that throw. “You know better than to sneak up on me, Anthony,” I said to him as I helped him up. “I didn’t sneak up on you, I have been calling your name since I saw you come out of that room. What were you thinking about anyways? You’re usually more alert of your surroundings than that,” he said to me, looking a bit annoyed that I had just thrown him onto the ground seconds earlier. “Oh sorry, man. Just a lot of stuff on my mind right now,” I said to him, looking away at the door. “It’s okay, so who’s the lucky girl?” he asked, smiling. “What? What are you talking about?” I asked. “Don’t act stupid, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Anyone could smell that sex on you, and even if I couldn’t, your lack of alertness already proved it. So tell me, who is the lucky girl?” This was what I disliked about Anthony, he was too observant and too curious. It’s what got him in trouble with those vampire slayers back then. “Mind your own business, Anthony,” I told him and began to walk away. I heard him chuckle as I continued to walk away from him and out of the club. I couldn’t wait to get home, since I needed to rest and clear my head. For the first time in centuries, I felt feelings I thought I had lost forever, strong foreign feelings that made me feel restless. I felt as if I’ve been asleep this whole time, and I’ve just barely woken up. *** It was just a few hours before the sun would come up and it would be too hard to stay awake. Vivian was somewhere around the house, painting. I walked into the room that she had turned into her own painting room and found her. Her face lit up when she saw me walk in. God, she was beautiful. I walked up to her and pulled her into me and kissed her full on the mouth. She dropped her painting brush and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, surrendering herself to me. I picked her up without breaking the kiss and sped out of the painting room and into our bedroom. I laid her down gently on the bed and kissed down her throat to her bosom. God, the way she smelled was so enticing. I bit into her skin just before the crease of her breasts and drew blood. I heard her moan out as she wrapped her legs around my waist pulling me closer to her. I sucked a bit of her blood then licked it to close the wound. I looked up at her and she looked back at me. I smiled as I saw the desperation in her eyes. I grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed as she threw her head back and moaned. I ripped her shirt open and heard her gasp and grunt in disapproval for what I had just done. I smiled and took her nipples into my mouth making her moan again. As I was sucking on her nipples, I pulled her pants and panties off and then took mine off as well. “Max, baby, fuck me already. Please, I can’t take it anymore.” “Shhhh… Don’t rush this baby, we have all the time in the world.” I knew she wanted me to penetrate her already, but I wanted to hold this out. I wanted to tease her some more. I kissed down her stomach to her navel and licked it. I felt her goosebumps form on her body and I smiled again. I continued to kiss down until I got to her clitoris and she moaned when she felt my breath on it. I licked her clitoris slowly as she moaned and pushed her hips against my mouth. “Please, Max, please!” She cried out. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against my mouth and started to fuck her with my tongue. She moaned and begged me to make her cum and when I felt that she was on the verge, I stopped and she cried out. I smiled and pulled her body to the edge of the bed where I was standing. She was breathing hard and was looking at me desperately, begging me with her eyes. I winked at her and fingered her, hitting her g-spot as she moaned out again, but like earlier, when I felt that she was on the verge, I stopped and she cried out again. I could tell she was getting frustrated with the look she was giving me, but I was enjoying this. “Max, stop playing and just fuck me already!” she cried out to me again. I grabbed my swollen member and started to slowly tease her hole. I would let the head go in and then take it back out and rub her clitoris. She whimpered and moaned as her body shook with pleasure. In an instant, I penetrated her fast and hard and she groaned out lifting her hips up to me. I fucked her hard and she moaned and screamed in pleasure. Her moans and her screams were like music to me. I loved everything about her, and I loved how she looked when I pleasured her. “Oh Max, I’m cumming. Max, baby, cum with me,” she moaned. Within seconds I shot my cum into her pussy and her body shivered as she came hard on my cock. Her body and mine were in sync. If I told her to cum, she would cum. If she told me to cum, I would cum. We were meant to be. She’s my soul-mate and the love of my life. “Max, what would you do if something ever happened to me?” Vivian asked me as she laid her head on my chest. “What nonsense are you talking about, love?” I asked her as I caressed her back. “Well, it’s just a question. You know, out of curiosity?” I sighed out loud as I thought about a life without her.
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