“I look ridiculous.”
Casey and I tottered down the sidewalk in obnoxiously high heels. We only lived a few blocks away, and walking had seemed like a good idea despite the chilly October air. Everyone on campus would be at this Halloween party, so parking would be non-existent.
Last year, as a freshman, I had gone home during Halloween weekend, but this year Casey had convinced me to stay. Casey had that kind of effect on me, always getting me to come out of my shell.
Still, a frat house Halloween party was a little much. I wanted a hook-up as much as the next girl, but was it too much trouble to ask that I find him in the library or something?
Casey turned around and sized me up. “You don’t look ridiculous. You look hot. Stop complaining.”
“Can I at least take out these stupid teeth?” I adjusted the pointy incisors in my mouth for the millionth time.
“No way! They complete the entire look!”
I had to admit she was right. Casey had done a great job finding us vampire costumes that left little to the imagination, but without the fake teeth, we were just two slutty girls in cheap corset tops and short skirts. The teeth really make the look.
Not that the guys at this kind of party would be staring at our teeth.
“I hope Jackson is here,” said Casey, scanning the party-goers who were spilling out onto the porch. “He’s been sniffing around our apartment building all week but damn, if he doesn’t make a move soon, I’m going to just die.”
I laughed. “If he doesn’t take you home tonight, looking like that, I will!”
Casey batted her eyelashes and adjusted her top to show even more cleavage. If she moved too quickly, she was going to spill out. “Promise?”
I blushed ten shades of red. If anyone was taking anyone home… well, let’s just say it was Casey who would be making a move on me. Like last time…
She giggled and grabbed my arm, dragging me back to reality and into the party. “Maybe next weekend. Tonight, let’s find us some tasty Halloween treats of the male variety.”
Inside, I could barely hear Casey over the pounding music. I saw her lick her lips and head to the dance floor, where Jackson was swaying with some random redhead. The glint in Casey’s eyes wasn’t one of jealousy. She liked a challenge. The redhead didn’t have a chance; as soon as my roommate started grinding with some dude in a ill-fitting Batman costume, Jackson was on her. Dude had it bad.
I hung back in the shadows. Casey wiggled her hips and bit her lip, giving Jackson eyes that would make anyone go weak in the knees. I absentmindedly bit my own lip, practicing, wondering if I looked half as sexy.
“That girl is a mankiller.”
I jumped and turned to the voice behind me. It was coming from a delicious-looking boy with striking ice-blue eyes framed by an intricate black mask. He didn’t try to hide it when he looked me up and down, lingering a little too long on my breasts.
“You know Casey?” I asked. He towered over me, thin but with wide shoulders. His dark hair curled below his ears.
“I don’t really know her, but I’ve seen her around.” He leaned close so I could hear him over the music and flashed me a smile, complete with pointed fangs. His voice was velvet and made tingles dance up my spine. “I’ve seen you around too.”
“Nice teeth,” I said, clearing my throat to mask the tremor in my voice. I flashed my own toothy grin and hoped I didn’t look too corny. His eyes bore into mine, and I couldn’t look away.
“You as well. Just one difference.” He smirked at me, teasing. “Mine are real.”
I giggled and played along. “Mmm hmm, so what’s a big bad vampire like you doing at a frat party like this? Don’t you have fair maidens you need to be ravishing?”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Maybe later. But right now, there’s only one maiden on my mind, and she’s going to dance with me, because I want everyone else at this silly party to see that she’s mine tonight.”
My mystery man pushed me to the dance floor before I could object. Jackson and Casey had disappeared into the party, and I made a mental note to give her shit later for ditching me, but in the moment it didn’t matter. Even with the mask I could tell he was gorgeous, and for some reason he wanted me.
The crowd was buzzing and closed in around us. I turned and leaned back into my suitor, and his hands wrapped around my stomach to pull me close. His fingers crawled along the waistband of my skirt, threatening to pull it down. It only took half a song of grinding before I could feel his cock harden against me.
I didn’t stop dancing.
He didn’t either.
The party dissolved around us in a haze of gyrating bodies and thumping music. Everyone was wasted, so no one noticed when he unzipped his pants and pulled me close, sliding under my skirt. The folds fell around us, hiding what he was doing to anyone who didn’t look too hard. I could feel him probing against my entrance, the tip of his cock already slick with my juices.
“Is this what you want?” he whispered into my ear.
“Yes.” I arched my back, leaning into his chest. His hands groped me as the tip of his cock teased me.
“Do you like that everyone’s watching us with my hands all over your tits right now?” His lips brushed against me, sending more tingles up my spine.
“Yes,” I gasped back, so low that I wasn’t sure he would hear me.
He heard me. I tried not to moan as he thrust into me slowly, but it was impossible.
“Shhh, kitten,” he whispered. “Be my good girl. Don’t make a sound. We don’t want anyone to know that I’m deep inside your tight little pussy right now, do we? What would people think?”
I clenched around him in response, and he grunted.
“Are you sure you can handle me?” I asked, feigning more bravery than I had. Maybe my roommate was wearing off on me after all.
“You have no idea what I can handle.”
I moved my hips with the music as he softly kissed my neck. God, he feels so good inside me. Here goes nothing. “Want to put your money where your mouth is? My apartment isn’t far from here.”
One of the frat guys started spraying orange foam into the drunk crowd from a huge cannon, and everyone cheered. My mystery man’s lips brushed against my ear as he slipped out of me, zipping up his pants again. “Lead the way, kitten.”
I grabbed his hand, and he followed me out of the foam and to the street. The short walk back to my place was torturous. His hands were around my waist, then grabbing my ass, then pulling me to him for a long kiss. A few students dotted the sidewalk just outside the frat house, but the alleyway to get to my apartment was deserted and cloaked in shadows.
Still, it was the fastest route…
I took a step into the darkness, and he grabbed me from behind, making me jump.
“Don’t be afraid of monsters, kitten,” he said, laughing in my ear. “I am the monster.”
I turned and gave him my sweetest smile. “So, you’re what goes bump in the night, huh?”
“You could say that.” He stepped closer to me.
“Are you going to protect me from all the other big bad monsters out there?”
“Yes,” His lips tickled my neck, and I felt his teeth scrape against my skin. I shivered and reached down to stroke him through his pants. He was still hard, and I felt his breath turn ragged against my neck. “But you better stop teasing me, little girl, or I might have to eat you up right here.”
I giggled. “Aww, mister vampire can’t control himself?”
“I have plenty of control. But I take what I want when I want it.” Pushing me against the wall of the nearest building, he kissed me, this time harder than before.
“And what do you want?” I whispered when we came up for air.
“You know exactly what I want.” One hand was on my throat now, squeezing gently.
“Tell me,” I gasped.
“I want to be inside you again, kitten,” he growled. “I want you exactly where you should be…where you are meant to be… wrapped around my cock, milking me with that sweet pussy until I cum hard.”
“That’s what you want too. You want me inside you. Say it.”
His hand squeezed tighter around my neck. I felt his fingernails digging into my skin as I gasped for a breath. It was too much. It was not enough. He squeezed tighter. It was too…
Suddenly there was movement up the street. A few laughing, drunk girls in bad sexy witch costumes staggered toward us. He dropped his hand from my throat, and I took a deep breath. His eyes flashed and he leaned close to whisper in my ear, repeating his words from earlier. “Shhh, kitten. Be my good girl. Don’t make a sound. ”
I could still feel his hand squeezing my throat, and my heart raced. I looked up at him, giving him my best doe eyes as the drunk girls walked past us, barely giving us a second look. It’s now or never. “We don’t want anyone to know how badly I want you deep inside my tight little pussy right now, do we? What would people think?”
A smile crept over his face as his eyes narrowed and the group of girls rounded the corner, out of sight. “Where is your apartment? Now.”
“Right over there.” I leaned closer to him. He smelled like cloves and cedarwood. “Please, sir. Please fuck me until you cum. I want to feel you explode inside me.”
He pushed me to the door in a blur. I fumbled with my keys, but he took them from me and unlocked the door, hesitating for a moment at the entryway.
“Come in. My bedroom is just down the hall,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. I needed to feel him in me again. I was hungry for him.
He stopped me just inside the door, slamming it behind him, and reached beneath my skirt. He pushed my panties aside and thrust a finger into me, then two. I choked on a moan as he moved them inside, curling them to perfectly hit my g-spot.
“I don’t care where your bedroom is, kitten. I’m going to fuck you right here, bent over the counter. You’re already soaking wet for me, see?” He pulled his fingers out and pushed them to my lips.
Slowly, I sucked on his fingers, tasting myself and looking deep into his eyes. I untied his mask and let it fall to the floor. He was gorgeous. He pressed his fingers deeper into my mouth, and I sucked hard. I only stopped to say one word.
His eyes flashed again, and a wave of violent need washed over his face. Spinning me around, he ripped my skirt and panties to my ankles and pushed me down to the counter, hard. I felt him rub against my slit, not quite entering me. His hand was on my back, holding me down, but I strained against him, trying to push back onto his cock.
“Aww, such a impatient, naughty girl,” he teased, evil laughter in his voice. “I thought you said you were hard to handle. Yet here you are, trying to fuck yourself with my cock. Do you want it inside you, kitten?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“How bad?” His voice turned to a growl. He pushed just the tip into me.
“Oh god, so bad.” I was aching. I needed him. I needed him now before I lost control.
His low chuckle make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
“Beg for it.”
“Please. Please fuck me.”
“You can do better than that,” he snarled into my ear. “Beg for it.”
I tried to hold back, to not give him the satisfaction, but I felt something primal rising in me. I was dripping around the tip of his cock. He scratched his nails down my back and grabbed my ass, pushing me over the edge. Words uncontrollably tumbled out of my mouth.
“Please, sir. Please. I want you in me. Please. Oh god, I need you. Please fuck me. Please…”
He thrust into me in one hard motion and I cried out, gripping the countertop hard.
“Who do you fucking belong to?” His hands found my hips, nails digging into my skin again, so hard he was drawing blood. He pushed himself even deeper into me, then pulled out slowly.
I whimpered, wanting him back inside me. Needing him back inside me.
I moaned, trying to move back onto his cock, but he held me firmly in place with just the tip inside me again.
“You,” I panted, “I belong to…”
He thrust into me, even harder than before, and I screamed. It felt like the world was shaking around us.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Oh god yes.” The whole apartment building could probably hear me. I didn’t care. “Fuck me hard, just like that. Fuck me hard until you cum. Oh, fuuuck…”
He let out a groan and began to move faster. I reached down and rubbed my clit as he thrust into me. When his thrusts started to become erratic, I knew he was getting close.
I was too.
He twisted his hand in my hair and pulled it hard, snapping me up, almost to a standing position. I braced myself against the counter and moved my hips to meet each thrust. He wrapped an arm around my stomach, almost lifting me off my feet.
“Lock your hands behind your head,” he growled. “Do it now.”
I did, and saw our reflection in the window over the sink. He held me up, one hand around my waist and the other ripping my top open so he could watch my breasts bounce as he fucked me. Oh god, he is so fucking strong. He bounced me on his cock like I was a doll. Oh fuck.
His eyes caught mine in the reflection. They had gone from icy blue to nearly white. His smirk curled into a sneer.
“Look at you. You’re my little fucktoy. Look at those gorgeous tits bouncing for me.”
I felt weightless as he thrust into me, my legs useless and shaking. I was so wet I could feel my juices running down my legs. God, I was so wet, I could hear him thrusting into me.
“You want me to cum in you.” He hissed in my ear. His teeth scraped against my neck again. It was a statement more than a question, and he was right. I wanted to feel him explode in me. I needed to feel him explode in me.
“Cum in me,” I cried out, not recognizing my own voice. “Cum in me hard.”
I felt him explode, and he bit down on my neck. His fangs pierced the skin, and I felt him drink the blood gushing from me, sucking hard. I screamed as waves of my own orgasm washed over me and my pussy pulsed around him.
His moans vibrated through me as he drank, unable to stop. I cried out again, shuddering against him, this time waves of magic bursting from me like my orgasm had just seconds before.
He drank until our hearts stopped racing, then pulled back and gasped for air.
“You’re…” I felt him slip out of me as he took a step back, releasing me. “Fuck. Fuck. You’re not…”
I turned and pulled him close for a kiss, still breathless, my blood on both our lips now. The last of my magic flowed through our kiss, weaving through him and making him gasp. His eyes filled with confusion. I felt my own eyes flash red as my tendrils of magic retracted into me, a piece of him with it.
He raised a hand to my face and gently brushed his fingertips against my lips, “You’re… not human.”
“You’re one to talk.” I giggled.
“But I…” His fangs retracted and his eyes faded back to normal. He let the shock sink in, and for a moment I thought he was going to try to run. But then he shook his head, leaned in, and kissed me again, hard, before pulling back to give me that irresistible smile.
“I guess I wasn’t the only one hunting tonight. Fuck, you taste good. I never drank witch blood before. Fuck. Did you put a spell on me?”
I reached down. His cock was already starting to get hard again, and I smiled. “I didn’t need to put a spell on you tonight, mister big bad vampire.” I wrapped my hand around his shaft and smiled as he leaned against me, groaning and unable to stop his teeth from descending again. “But make no mistake. Now you’re mine.”
UPDATE: Part 2 of this story is now available here: HUNGRY
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