Of Dark Blood and Fucking

"I should have stayed in bed...or taken the day off...or something," Alissa thought as she stood behind the bar, gripping onto the edge of the small shelf under it to keep her shaking to a minimum. "This just isn't going to work."

Work. That one word held so many meanings. At least, at that moment it did. It reflected how busy the tavern was that afternoon. It relfected how much stress this added to the workload she was picking up from three bar maids being out sick. And most of all, it reflected on how hard it was to get anything done with a five inch vibrator happily humming away deep in her cunt.

Most of this was her own fault. She was far too nice to turn down a double or a triple shift, no matter how annoyed or tired she felt. Her co-workers sick leaves were usually no more than a hangover or a black eye from a rowdy customer that thought he was getting charged too much for a blow job. But that went with the job. Alissa was one of the few girls in the tavern, perhaps the wholw city even, that did not offer such graphic sevices. So, naturally, everyone dumped their workloads on her when being in tip top shape to score the richer hard ups wasn't a viable option.

As for the vibrator...that was her reminder of why she shouldn't pick up strangers in the tavern. Who knows how sadistic they may turn out to be. Or, if not sadistic, creative, as he turned out to be.

In hindsight, it had been rather foolish of her. Agreeing to leave with any of the customers, no matter who they were, was bound to give the regular cunt hounds a bad idea and tarnish the respectible reputation she had built up for herself. Alissa knew next to nothing about this man, aside from the fact that he always came in alone, usually left alone (from what she could tell, that is) and his drinks varied between water, ale or whiskey on the rocks, sometimes drinking only one while on other nights he drank all three. Then there were rumors.

Telling a bar maid or a whore you were a famous musican, poet, the Count of Timbucktu, Red Beard the pirate with a murder record a mile long and more treasure that could never be spent in a single life time was typical. It got purrs, flashes of skin, the impressed whore would let "Red Beard" fuck her in the ass and all would go home happy. But the whispers Alissa heard in the corners of the tavern when this man started to come in were highly unsual. They said he was a vampire slayer.

It was not an occupation to take lightly or throw around with a loose tongue. Walls have eyes, and the shadows ears. Word gets around fast in a town like Tià Suth. The tables can turn, the hunter becomes the hunted and then inexplicibly disappears to either not be seen again or found later on, which was sometimes worst.

It went without saying that most slayers stayed tight lipped about their line of work. They posed as inne keepers, tenders, farm hands and the like to avoid suspicion. With everyone seeming to know so much about this one man, Alissa figured it was just a rumor, a story someone with a grudge made up to get revenge for fucking their girlfriend. It was settled in her mind when she actually started talking to him and found out he was a nice as they came, though a bit on the flirty side, and could put Prince Charming to shame.

Finally, Alissa gave in and agreed to get a room with him, though it couldn't be where she worked. She didn't want the other customers to get any ideas and start to think they could start getting in line. That was the first time she had ever picked someone up from the tavern and she intended it to be the last.

Regardless, she was not dissipointed by her decision. Before they had even left the porch, he had her pressed against the wall, her skirt around her waist and his dick deep in her cunt. He fucked her hard until he came inside of her, his fluids running down her inner thighs once he pulled out. Letting her down off the wall then, they went to an inne down the road to get a room. Once behind closed doors, they stripped each others clothes off and began again.

He took her cunt, her ass, her mouth, in any position she seemed willing to do it in. And finally, around nightfall, after hours of fucking, coming and a little bit of sleeping, he left her. He claimed to be leaving for his patrol, to watch out for the vampires and other various deamons that like to haunt the streets of Tià Suth. It was rather surprising he would admit to it but she still passed it off as a story, nothing more than a way to cut and run.

That was when he introduced the vibrator.

"Dont' touch it," he had said, turning it on before sliding it into her cunt. "I don't want to see it moved when daybreaks."

"Ah...and how am I supposed to keep my mind on work with that in me?" she asked, squirming around. The vibrator was small, a typical slim line model, but packed quite a punch. Soon, she was clutching at the bed as another orgasm surged through her.

"Try real hard," he said with a chuckle, then left.

That was earlier in the evening, sometime around six. Alissa went into work at ten, after three and a half hours of attempted rest. What little she managed to get had been fitfull. But at least she didn't have to clean up the bed.

In actuality, it wasn't that bad walking around with a vibrator humming away inside of her. After awhile, she had gotten used to it. But when it made her cum...that was another story altogether. Rather than short, small spurts of electricity and wetness, they had evolved to the longer, slower, dripping type that was not in the least bit helpful while trying to run a business. Sure, they were further apart now, but at that price, the more frequent and shorter ones had been better.

The first time the long ones hit, she had pulled onto the lap of one of the drunk patrons. The force of which she was sat down made the vibrator jab deep into her and forced her to cum. She would have gotten up right away, but it was all she could do to keep from trembling right there. So, she ended up sitting on the strangers lap for awhile longer, tolerating his whiskey tainted breath and batting away his probing hands until she was sure she could make it back to the bar. She could only hope that she hadn't left a wet spot on the poor fools pants and, if so, the dark coloring would conceal it.

Aside from the earth shaking orgasms, the other tavern maids and regular customers that came to chat while they enjoied a night cap all kept asking her what was wrong. They said she looked pale, sickly even. Often enough she was offered food, water or a chair to sit down, but she declined all. If she kept working, maybe it would take her mind off of it. And it worked, for the most part,

Finally, just a few hours before sun up, the other girls ganged up on her and sent her home, mistaking her looks towards the door as a sign of wanting to leave. In actuality, she had been looking for the mysterious slayer, hoping he would be in soon to "relieve" her. No such luck though. So, after much poking, prodding and threatening to throw her out themselves, Alissa finally relented and left to go home.

Just as she was stepping off the porch, she was stopped by a voice calling to her from one of outdoor table.

"Excuse me, miss?"

The voice belong to a female, soft with a feminine grace, yet husky with a little bit of an accent. Alissa turned towards it, but couldn't see much of the owner in the dim light. What she could see was the silhouette of what must be a tall woman when standing, her hair falling down past her shoulders, and a beam of light from the tavern window fell conveniently down her front, illuminating a tightly laced bottice over a seemingly taught tummy and well developed breasts. Despite her desire to keep her gaze down just below her neck (she could admit when she saw nice tits), she forced herself to look upwards, in an attempt to discern any facial features. This proved to be futile. The shadows were too heavy, leaving everything to the imagination.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"I've been watching you for awhile..." the figure lifted one hand in a gesture toward the nearest window. "And I couldn't help but noticed you seem a bit ill and feel concerned. If you should feel the need to rest before going about your way, you're welcome to sit with me for awhile."

The offer was kind, but Alissa shook her head. If only they all knew. She didn't need food, drink or to sit, she just needed to cum, and preferably with the aid of a real dick instead of a mechanical one.

"No, thank you. I best be getting home."

"Well, then allow me to walk with you." And, before Alissa could utter any protests, the figure was standing up and moving towards her. At one point, she passed into the light and Alissa saw her fully. She couldn't help but gawk. The woman was striking. Her hair fall down to the middle of her back in loose dark red curls, a contrast to her creamy pale skin. Now that she was standing, one could clearly see how the curves of her ample breasts swept down with the corset to a narrow waist, and further on to the gentle rise of her hips. Coming closer, her full lips parted in a soft smile and Alissa saw they were stained a bright red. Or was the a natural red? She couldn't really be sure.

"Oh, that's ok. I'm sure I can manage," Alissa said

"I insist. It would be a shame if you fainted and someone came along and took advantage of you. At least, if that were to happen in my presence, I could run and get help."

It was logical. Her legs were getting awfully shaky from the repetitive orgasms, but there was something in the tone of this woman's voice that didn't sit right with her, as well as the glimmer in her eyes. It seemed mischievous almost. For one wild moment, Alissa thought she must surely know the real reason for her weakness, but she cast this thought aside. It was ludicrous. There was no way she could know that. And what harm could a bit of company be. With a nod of consent, the two set off down the street.

The trip was largely uneventful. Neither one of them spoke much, except for the stranger asking which way they would be going. Once Alissa answered, the duo fell silent.

Until the vibrator built her up to another orgasm and she stumbled with a soft cry. The woman reached out to her and seized her by her wrist to keep her from falling, and then up into her arms. Alissa vaguely heard the woman ask if she was all right, felt hand stroking her hair. She was trembling all over, her legs too weak to support her weight, but she nodded.

"Perhaps it was a good idea after all to bring her along," Alissa thought, as she felt herself being half carried, half dragged off the road and gently set down.

It was a crate, she knew from the feeling of the planks against her ass. She had sat on many in her time and there were quite a few littering the businesses on either side of the road. But when she opened her eyes, she saw they weren't by the road. The road wasn't even in sight. Instead they were in an ally. The strange woman was standing in front of her, just watching her, but Alissa didn't care for the feeling it gave her. It was like an animal looking at its next meal. But all she could do was stare back. One side of the woman's mouth smirked, as if she knew exactly what she was thinking, and then leaned close to press her lips to Alissa in a deep kiss.

She didn't know how to react. At first she just sat there, dumbstruck, then started to inch away. Or try to, at least, for her back was against a wall. But the woman continued to kiss her lips, flicking her tongue over them and nibbling on them.

After a moment, when it was clear Alissa had no plans to return this affection, a soft growl escaped from the woman's lips. She reached up to grab a handful of Alissa's hair and pulled her head to the side roughly. The back of her neck popped just under her skull from the sudeen movement,She leaned in close to her and Alissa felt a sharp pain halfway between her shoulder and the side of her neck. With a yelp, she released this woman had just bitten her. The air stung the wound a bit as she pulled back, but her teeth were soon replaced by her tongue and lips. The shock of the situation was bringing Alissa's strength back, but with the first drink, it was all out again.

It felt as if every nerve ending in her body was alive and tingling under this woman's touch. With each drink, it intensified, a warm feeling enveloping her body and her cunt responding with another orgasm, harder than the others and making her scream out, "Oh shit!"

The feeling was cut off when the woman abruptly stopped. Alissa sank back against the wall, watching through half open eyes lids as she dropped to her knees in front of her. She felt her skirt being roughly pushed up, her panties ripped off and the switching off of the vibrator as it was pulled from her. With a grin, she brought the vibrator to her lips and licked off Alissa's cum.

"Mmm...you are so sweet. But I prefer it directly from the source." She set aside the vibrator and, placing her hands on Alissa's thighs, pushed her legs wide open.

Alissa's was trembling hard, her mind hazy, prohibiting any sort of coherent thought, but, if one thing was clear above all others, she didn't know what the hell was going on. And, as the vamp leaned down and slid her tongue slowly into her shaven cunt, she really didn't care anymore.

The vamp wiggled her tongue around inside of her, then slowly withdrew it back into her mouth. She made a soft "Mmm" sound as she licked her lips, then started to lap at the full length of her cunt, from the wet hole up to her clit. Alissa clutched onto the sides of the crate, whimpering and moaning. The vamp let her tongue pause over her clit, softly putting pressure on it before withdrawing to softly flick the tip around it in soft circles and driving Alissa over the edge.

"Ah! G...G...Go...d.."

Her hips bucked up into the air as she came, the vamp sliding her tongue down to her hole quickly, flicking it in and out of her cunt in quick strokes, licking up all of her cum. Alissa feel back against the wall, panting and moaning softly, but the vamp didn't slow down. She continued her assault on her dripping pussy, reaching over with one hand to retrieve the vibrator. Flicking it on a low setting, she hovered the tip over Alissa's clit, lowering it to make contact briefly before lifting again. She never kept it on her long enough to make her cum, basically just teasing the hell out of her with that as well as soft licks at the opening of her cunt. Alissa whimpered, squirming on top of the crate and trying to thrust her hips up to make more contact, but the vamp pulled back just when she did, always keeping the touching to a minimal.

How long she kept this up, Alissa didn't know. The vamp alternated between hovering the vibrator over her clit and slowly running tip down between her cunt lips, over and slightly into her dripping hole. Alissa would always cry out and thrust her hips up. She wanted to cum, but this sadist wasn't letting her.

But finally, she felt the vibrator pull away and be replaced by a warm tongue once again.

"Say 'Please.' Say 'Please let me come.'"

Alissa could barely have coherent thoughts and, sensing this, the vamp pulled away the vibrator and softly rubbed at her outer cunt lips with a soft smile, watching her. Alissa swallowed, trying to get her throat wet enough to speak. As she waited for her response, the vamp reached up with her other hand and pulled one side of her blouse down. Or, rather, ripped it down the middle and to the side. Her hand went to her bare breast then, softly squeezing at it, pinching at her nipple. Generally making Alissa squirm.

"P...p..please...let...me...c...c..come..."

"As you wish," the vamp replied and turned the vibrator on full.

Leaning up, she took Alissa's nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it roughly as she slammed the vibrator into her cunt, wasting no time in fucking her hard. Alissa's chest arched upwards, her breasts pointing up towards the vamp, who opened her mouth a little wider, sucking and nibbling on the skin around her nipple as well as the nipple itself.

"O..oh god...I'm...cumming..!!!"

With that, the vamp sank her fangs into her once again, on her breast just above her nipple, drinking from her and sucking on her tit at the same time as she forced the vibrator harder and faster into her cunt. Alissa didn't even feel the bite. She was too far gone, the pleasure too intense for her too take. She could feel her cunt tighten, the electric rush of heat throughout her body originating from her cunt, the wonderful feeling of the vamp feeding onto her...wave after wave of pleasure rushing over her and into blackness....

....And she sat up in bed with a loud gasp. With wide eyes, her gazed darted quickly around the room. Her heart was hammering in her chest, sweat glistening on her body. She started to calm down as the soft morning light illuminated her possessions, her bedroom. It was dim, but she knew her way around well enough to know what was what by the outlines. A sigh of relief passed her lips, her eyes shifting toward the window. The day was young, in the early hours of dawn. She had awoken at the right moment it seemed.

"Man...what a dream," she said aloud, to no one but herself.

Turning to look at the clock, the inner area of her arm brushed against her breast and she winced. This was a new level of vividness to her. She reached up and softly cupped it in her hand, gently rubbing her thumb around the nipple. It was most tender in that area, it seemed. She thought it was odd, but left it alone, laying back down in bed. The sheets were damp, but she still felt exhausted, even more so after looking out the window and seeing the daylight in the right side of her south facing window.

It never occurred to her to check her neck and she fell into a deep sleep, blissfully ignorant of the two red and bruised holes just above the slope of her shoulder.