CHAPTER 4: MEETING THE VAMPIRE

THEMES: Monster kink, corruption, hybrid twist.

KINKS: Tentacle play, vampire bite, blood play, overstimulation, multiple penetration, sensory overload, breeding obsession, shame arousal.

The alley is too quiet, and I probably should have turned back three streets ago, but I enjoy walking alone at midnight.

It's the thrill that's had me on late night strolls for three nights since I moved into this town.

Aunt Margarita will be very angry if she finds out that I've sneaked out again.

She says we humans shouldn't step out of our shelter once it's past seven in the evening.

However I don't care; I'm well over my teens already, I'm a big girl.

I love freedom I feel like I have when I'm outside in the night, when there's no other creatures or human, or a certain aunt in sight to constantly remind me of all the strict rules we have over our head especially in this new town we're in.

Anyways I'm still walking when I notice---- from the corner of my eye----- a shadow detach itself from the wall.

I blink, totally confused by the sight.

I must be getting sleepy, maybe it's time to go home.

... And so I turn but just as I do, the shadow moves again and steps into the dim glow of a street lamp hanging up.

Turns out it's a male who's tall, not too broad and not lean either, and soooo beautiful with... red eyes?!

And fangs!!

Gods!!!

That's a vampire; my stomach churns at the realization.

Shit. Those creatures are not good news at all.

But why is he out here?

I've not heard of the other vampires patrolling this spot at night.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he says, his voice coming out gravel and silky.

Immediately I try to run, but he’s in front of me before I can take even a step.

“Going somewhere, little mortal?”

His hand grips my chin, tilting my face up while his thumb brushes my lip.

“Your pulse is racing. Do you know how good fear tastes?”

“I... I..." I stammer.

"... I don’t want any trouble----”

He laughs softly at this, then crudely says; “Then you should never have crossed into my territory.”

His territory?

Had I been walking for that long?

My eyes go wide at his words, and it's then I look at the side of his left eyes and notice the star birthmark there.

Now my blood turns cold.

I just walked into the territory of the Vampire Prince, the one that no one's seen for centuries because no one has ever met him and lived to tell the tale.

I open my mouth to scream, but the sound dies when he leans down, brushing his lips over my neck and bathing me with his cold breath.

"Shh now. Why do you want to scream? Do you think anyone can save you?"

I gulp, terror slamming at my lungs.

“Do you know what happens when I bite?” he asks and I shake my head.

He hmmms, "In that case do you know why I bite?"

I open my mouth to say something and he shakes his head at me, causing me to whimper.

“... Because I'm always hungry.”

As soon as he says that, and before I even attempt to beg, his fangs sink into my skin.

I cry out, pulling at his head as his fangs sink even deeper and all I can feel is pain.

... Utmost pain.

He'll drink all my blood.

Why did I come out today? Why?!!

Suddenly the pain I'm feeling dissolves, and I instantly feel like fire is spreading through my veins, shooting straight between my thighs.

My body arches into him, a moans surprisingly spills from my lips as he drinks.

“Perfect,” he growls against my neck.

"Your blood tastes so divine; the best I've had in over a century."

His tongue runs over the skin he just bit into and I find myself whimpering and sighing at the cool feeling and sliding motion of his tongue.

I can’t think, my senses are literally exploding.

I can feel the scrape of his coat against my arms, can smell the faint scent of blood and smoke, and can hear the rumble of his chest against mine.

Everything is so sharper and unbearable.

When he pulls back, blood drips down my collarbone and he bends to lick it all up, before raising his head to look at me.

And I gasp in shock and fear when I see his eyes glow brighter.

My hand goes up to my neck to cup my wound but he pushes my hand out of the way, staring at the puncture hole his fangs created with desire.

"Please don't kill me..." I rasp and he looks at me with shock in his eyes, making eye contact with me as he asks.

"What did you just say?"

"Please don't kill me... I..." The rest of words trail off into nothing as he caresses my left cheek with the back of his hands.

"You sure are a unique human; making eye contact with me without loosing your speech is something even the oldest of my kind hasn't achieved."

I'm shivering while he's talking, but it isn't because of how cold his hands are but because of the uncomfortable feeling between my legs.

Desperate for some friction, I clench my legs and try to rub them together and he smiles.

"Are you wet already?"

I gasp; he didn't even have to look down before noticing it.

Confused, I start to stumble backwards but his arms wrap around me quickly, preventing me from escaping.

“Do you know what a bloodbite mark is,” he says.

"N---n--- no..." Another embarrassing moan spills out of my lips, but he remains unfazed.

"It's a mark that heightens all the senses of whoever is bitten...,"

His fingers make a dancing motion on my shoulder and let out a shuddering breath.

"... making every single touch, thrust, and penetration unbearably... euphoric."

"Wh--- what does this have to do with me?" I ask, and instantly his eyes find mine again.

"That's the mark I just gave you."

I yelp in shock and stagger when he steps away... only for something to wrap around my ankle.

So I look down, to see a slick, black tentacle coiling up my leg.

“What----- what is that?” I gasp.

“My true form,” he says calmly, spreading his hands and more tentacles unfurl from his back, writhing in the air and dripping with some glowing substance.

He doesn't answer me, instead he says, “Did you think I was only fangs and charm?”

I stumble back again, but one tentacle catches my wrist, while another climbs up my body to slide around my waist.

They hoist me effortlessly, then carry over to the side of the road, pinning me against the brick wall.

“No---- please—”

“Don't beg now. Your body is begging to finish what I started,” he says, stepping closer to me.

“The bloodbite makes you want me.”

He’s right; my nipples are hard beneath my shirt, my panties are already drenched and my body feels hot all over.

A tentacle slides between my thighs, brushing over my uncovered clit.

"No panties? That's interesting," he says, smirking while I moan so loud it echoes down the alley.

“Shh…” he taunts.

“Do you want the whole city to know you’re being fucked by a monster?”

Just then another tentacle rips my blouse open, causing several buttons to scatter down on the ground, and then two more tentacles wrap around my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples until I whimper.

He watches all these happen, and in my hazy pleasure filled gaze, I see him stroking himself lazily, his cock fully hard, hard, and pulsing.

“You’re going to take me and them,” he tells me.

“Every hole you have will be filled, every scream you'll make will be swallowed by us.”

Then one tentacle thrusts up into me without warning and I scream then moan, shocked by the slick, ridged texture of it while my body clenches around it.

It pumps in and out, stretching me wide, and pushing in even deeper than any man ever has.

Oh Goddssssssssssss!

Another forces itself into my mouth, gagging me and muffling my cries of intense pleasure.

Finding myself wanting more, my tongue flicks against it, and it pulses, fucking my throat admits my moans.

Drools slides down the corner of my stuffed mouth, and two more tentacles wrap around my thighs, spreading me wider, lifting me higher up against the wall I'm still pressed against.

I’m shaking, overstimulated, my pussy clenching around the tentacle as it writhes inside me and the Vampire Prince watches me with hunger in his red eyes and strokes himself faster.

“Look at you,” he groans, baring his fangs at me and the sight turns me on the more, making my pussy drip with more juices.

“... So corrupted. A mortal bitch like you begging for tentacles in her cunt and throat.”

His words fill me with shame that it almost makes me sob, but I’m close---- so close----- every pleasure point in my body is screaming.

Finally he steps forward, parts the tentacle in my pussy to the side, stretching my pussy as he did and making me whimper, and then thrusts his cock into me, alongside the tentacle.

I choke on my own moan as my body is stretched impossibly, utterly and completely filled to the brim.

“Mine,” he growls, biting my neck again as he fucks me.

The tentacles thrust in rhythm with his thrusts----- one down my throat, one in my pussy, another teasing my ass until it pushes in too.

Now I’m taken everywhere at once, every of my hole stuffed and every nerve burning with need.

Then my eyes roll into the back of my head and orgasm rips through me violently, my body convulsing and squirting around him and the tentacle inside me.

He roars and snarl, sinking his fangs even deeper and drinking large bouts of my blood as he comes inside me, flooding my pussy with his hot, thick release, mixing with the slick from the tentacles.

When he finally pulls back, I’m limp, marked with bloodbite and bruises, and cum and slick dripping down my thighs.

Then the tentacles retract, sliding back into his body and I fall into his arms.

As I begin to fall unconscious, he cups my chin, forcing me to look at him.

"So perfect, my human mate."