Fangs

"Does drinking from a person kill them?" I asked, now thoroughly invested in the vampiric narrative we were spinning together. He was really good at improv, I had noticed, never breaking character or missing a beat. I made a mental note to ask him if he was a theatre major later, but I probably would've seen him in one of my classes before if he had been.

"It doesn't have to, if you're careful," he said, slowing down slightly so I could keep up with him more comfortably. "But I can't imagine it's a very pleasant experience. We don't want people asking too many questions, so it's generally frowned upon." He stopped in front of a door at the end of the hallway and looked back at me. I flicked my fangs out and gave them a slow lick.

"Good to know," I mused, watching as his eyes followed the motion of my tongue. He leaned back against the door, tilting his head down slightly so he could look into my eyes through his lashes.

"You know, you've got really good control over your fangs for a fledgling," he commented, and I clicked them back up. I leaned forward, getting as close to his ear as I could reach.

"They're not the only part of me that I have good control over." I whispered into his ear. Did that even make sense? It sounded sexy in my head. He heaved a sigh that melted into a soft groan, so it must've been good enough. I leaned back so he could turn around and try the door, which he did faster than I'd seen him move all night. The door popped open to reveal a perfectly empty room. Jackpot.

He opened the door all the way and stood beside it, offering me the room with a flourish of his arm. I stepped inside, and he followed right behind me.

As soon as the door shut behind us, our mouths fell together, our tongues dancing and intertwining eagerly. My hands fastened around the back of his neck, and one of his hands rested on the small of my back, the other tangling into my long, dark hair. My lower lip caught the end of one of his fangs, pricking me gently.

"Ouch," I said, pulling away slightly. "Watch it with those things, yeah? They're sharp." He suckled gently on the spot where the tooth had snagged me, and I moaned softly.

"Sorry," he whispered, but he didn't get a chance to say much else before my mouth found his again. I started to work on the buttons of his shirt, but I was a little too preoccupied with the kissing, so he quickly finished popping open the rest of the buttons. He was so tall that he had to bend down a little awkwardly to kiss me, and I was standing on my tip toes trying to reach him. After a little more passionate but slightly uncomfortable kissing, he circled his arms around my waist and hoisted me up. I gasped in surprise as he easily lifted my body, and I wrapped my legs around his torso to stabilize myself as our mouths crashed together again, now perfectly level with each other.

"You're so strong," I muttered, pulling away for a moment to catch my breath. "Is that a vampire thing too?" He nodded slightly, kissing down my jawline as he pressed my body closer to his. His skin was still so cold, but his breath was hot against my bare neck, making me shiver.

"Gotta have some perks," he breathed, licking a long line from my collar bone to my ear, which caused me to moan with pleasure. I wondered how he actually got so strong, strong enough to lift and hold me up without much obvious effort. His arms didn't look very big, but maybe he just had lean muscle, like a rock climber or a swimmer.

He carried me over to the desk at the opposite wall and deposited me on top of it. He stepped back slightly, and I got a nice view of his bare chest, his open shirt now hanging loosely off his shoulders. I needed him to touch me more, to lick and suck and caress me. As quickly as I could, I undid the front clasp of my bra and pulled the sides of my plunging neckline aside, letting my tits pop free. He groaned and stared at them hungrily as I pushed them together, my nipples already rock-hard from arousal and the autumn chill seeping through the thin walls. I let go and braced my hands against the table as he stepped forward and roughly grabbed them, fervently massaging and groping them. I gasped as his long, cold fingers expertly pinched and played with my nipples, occasionally licking or sucking on them until they had grown larger than I had ever seen them and I was rolling my chest into his touch. His crotch brushed up against my leg, and I felt his hard cock bulging against his pants. I ran my hands down his chest, tracing my fingers over his hint of abs. They reached the top of his jeans and fumbled around his button and zipper until they finally got them open. I pulled his pants and underwear down and watched his long cock spring free from beneath them, already almost fully erect. I brought my hand up to my mouth and opened it. Will watched intently as I let a long rope of spit fall into my palm, which I then wrapped around his stiffening cock. He groaned as I tugged and jerked his dick, and his mouth swiftly found mine again, his kisses gentle yet firm.

One of his hands was still squeezing and rolling my tit around, but the other ventured lower, rubbing my inner thigh higher and higher until I could feel his fingers brushing against my lacy panties. Moaning into his mouth, I spread my legs, my tight skirt riding up around my hips. I was getting used to his cold touch, but I still gasped as his slender fingers pushed aside the thin fabric covering my soaked pussy and traveled slowly up and down my slick folds. My body jerked as he circled my clit, and I had to release his cock so I could support myself against the desk. His pace quickened, making me moan louder than I wanted too in this crowded house. Just as I was starting to feel my orgasm building, his fingers slowed, and I whimpered at the sudden absence of stimulation.

"Sorry, love," he murmured, bumping our foreheads together as our lips pulled apart. "But I need to know how you taste." Kissing a line from my neck to the bottom of my stomach, he knelt down slowly until his face was level with my dripping cunt. One hand rested gently on my thigh, keeping it pushed to the side, and the other held my soaked panties to the side as his mouth descended on my pussy. I panted and moaned and gibbered helplessly as he worked his magical tongue around my clit and my hole and in and out and up and down and everywhere in between. My legs were shaking wildly and I kept involuntarily bucking my hips against his face.

My orgasm was brimming, just out of reach, seconds away from spilling over. Barely able to open my eyes, I managed to look down at him, meeting the ice-grey eyes that were staring intently up at me just a few inches above my pussy. His lips suctioned around my clit, tongue still licking madly, and I could feel the sharp points of his fangs resting against the soft flesh of my pussy. I was thrown over the edge, arching my back and clenching all my muscles as the tsunami broke through the dam, a strangled cry catching in my throat. I tangled my fingers in his long hair, pressing his face into my pussy, not sure if I was trying to make him stop or go harder. I rode the waves of pleasure until they began to ebb away, and he ran his hands gently up and down my thighs as he slowed his pace. My whole body was quivering. His lips broke apart from my clit, and I jerked as his tongue lapped up the cum that was dribbling out of my throbbing hole.

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Will was planting soft little kisses up and down my inner thighs, making me sigh with pleasure. Rising from his kneeling position, I felt him plant his hands on the desk on either side of me. He leaned into me, his bare chest pressing against my exposed boobs.

"I want you to suck my cock," he murmured into my ear, just barely loud enough to hear. "And then I want to fuck those gorgeous tits of yours." His tone wasn't rude or demanding, it was more like he was simply stating facts. Invigorated, I turned my head and met his lips, kissing him wildly for a moment before he stepped back and I hopped off the desk, stripping off my top and bra in the process and discarding them on the floor. I wobbled slightly, still weak from the powerful orgasm I had just had, but Will caught and steadied me. I lowered myself to my knees, but he was so tall that my mouth didn't quite reach his dick. He gave me an apologetic shrug and a smile and swiveled the office chair that sat in front of the desk around, plopping down into it. The heights were perfect now, so I shuffled forward into the space between his legs and took his long cock in my hands. It still wasn't completely erect, so I spit on it and massaged it up and down until I could feel it stiffening against my fingers.

Gazing up through my lashes at Will, I slapped it around my lips and tongue a few times before suctioning my mouth around the tip. He stared at me hungrily, a groan escaping his lips as I slowly took the length down my throat. His dick was a little warmer than the rest of his body, but it still felt like sucking off a popsicle. I went as far as I could without gagging, not quite all the way, sucking hard and wringing my hands around the base. His eyes rolled back as I bobbed my head up and down, each little movement making an array of wet, sloppy noises. Even over all the noise I was making, I could hear his breaths getting rougher and shallower as I pumped his cock into my mouth over and over again. His hands found the back of my head and pushed down. My eyes watered as my lips nearly reached the base of his dick, my mouth entirely stuffed with his throbbing cock. After a few seconds, he released my head. I slid the thick rod out of my mouth, coughing and gasping for breath. Strings of drool and precum still connected my tongue and chin to his dick, so I cleaned it up with my tongue and then licked my lips clean.

"You're very good at that," Will panted, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes. "You were about to make me cum, but I didn't wanna be done too soon." He leaned forward and offered a few fingers in front of my mouth. I obediently sucked them between my lips, using as much spit as I could muster to get them as wet as possible. They popped out of my mouth with a wet smack, and he reached down to caress my boobs, slicking them with my drool. I stuck out my tongue and let a long string of spit fall from it, joining his hands and rubbing it all around my firm tits until they were glistening. I shuffled forward and readjusted until I could rest my boobs on top of his bulging cock.

Taking one in each hand, I positioned them on either side of his dick and began to bounce them up and down, occasionally spitting on them to keep them slick. I squeezed and slapped them together, pointing the nipples inward so they rubbed against his dick as they traveled up and down. I moaned softly, but I was soon drowned out by Will's grumbling groans. I could feel his dick pulsing against my soft tits, and I slammed them up and down even faster. Soon, his moans reached a crescendo, and ropes of hot white cum spurted from the tip of his dick, plastering my boobs and face. I released his cock and leaned back on my heels, attempting to wipe off some of the sticky cum with my hands. He leaned over, grabbed a few tissues from the box on the desk, and handed them to me, saving a couple to use to help clean me up.

"Thanks," I said when my body was mostly free of cum.

"No worries, it was my fault, sorry about that. You're just too damn sexy, I couldn't control myself." I blushed and looked away. He pushed his feet into the floor so his chair slid back a few inches, gazing intently at me the whole time.

"So, you never told me," he started, absently swiveling back and forth in his chair. "Who turned you? Was it Demetri? I know he tends to fuck and suck a lot more than he should, but I figured he would've told me about you." I stared at him blankly. He was still trying to roleplay? It was getting weirdly specific, as well.

"Could we maybe take a break from the roleplay for a few minutes? I do admire your commitment to the costume though." He stared back at me just as blankly.

"Roleplay?" he asked, confusion tinging his voice. "What are you talking about?" I could feel my heart start to beat faster as the puzzle pieces clicked into place, my mind feeling a lot clearer than it had a few minutes ago. The chill of his skin. His unnatural strength. Acting skills that were just a little too good to be true. He never broke character because he wasn't playing a character.

He was a vampire.

We sat there in silence, staring at each other, and I could tell by the widening of his eyes that he was coming to a similar conclusion. At the same time, we shot up from our seats, scrambling to put some distance between us. I picked up my top and covered my chest, and he hurriedly pulled up his underwear and pants, fumbling around the closure.

"You're a- you... are you?" I stammered, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He was staring at me with a wild panic in his eyes.

"You're a human?" he asked desperately, glancing around like he might try to jump out the window. "But the- but your fangs! And you acted like you knew what I was talking about the whole-"

"It's Halloween, genius!" I blurted, trying to stay calm. I reached into my mouth and popped the fang mechanism out, sliding it off of my teeth like a retainer. I waved it in front of him, and his horrified eyes grew even wider as they followed the contraption. "It's a costume. I thought we were roleplaying!" He rubbed his eyes hard and began to pace back and forth.

"I know, I know! They just looked so real, and the whole vampire thing is kind of a built-in costume so I thought you were doing the same thing as me." He sat down on the bed, his head drooping into his hands.

"Oh my god, this is not good." he said, his voice muffled by his palms. I was terrified, of course; I had seen his fangs, his real, actual fangs, felt how sharp they were. I pulled the top I was holding like a shield up to cover my neck a little better.

"What, are you mad that you slept with your dinner?" I said without thinking. I was scared, but I was kind of angry too. Was I not good enough for him anymore now that he knew I was just a human. I mentally slapped myself. Here I was, sitting half-naked in front of a potentially bloodthirsty monster, and I was worried about whether or not he liked me?

He looked up from his hands into my eyes.

"What? No! I mean, it's not- well, it's just- we're not really supposed to..." he trailed off. I waited. He sighed.

"We're generally not supposed to get too friendly with humans, because we want to stay secret," he mumbled half-heartedly. "I do actually think another part of it is the whole..."

"Blood-drinking aspect?"

"Yeah, that. It can get a little dangerous if you're not careful." I didn't know how to feel, because I still really liked him. Nothing had changed, other than the fact that those fangs wouldn't be coming off tomorrow. I slowly moved over to where he was on the bed and gingerly sat next to him.

"So... you're not gonna kill me?" I asked hesitantly, barely looking at him. His head whipped around to face me, a horrified look painted across his handsome features.

"What the hell?" he said indignantly. "No! I'm not some kind of- I'm not a monster!" I couldn't resist, I raised my eyebrows and gave him the look. He rolled his eyes and waved his hands dismissively.

"Don't even-- ok, yeah yeah, fine," he muttered, running his hands through his hair in frustration, and I found my eyes following his long fingers as they ran through his dark, glossy locks in spite of myself. "Blood sucker, bat boy, I get it. I'm by-definition a monster. That's why we're not supposed to fuck humans. It can just be too much for them."

"I think I did fine," I offered, bumping my shoulder lightly against his. He looked up at me with a smile.

"True," he said, his eyes roving over my body for a second before he could catch himself. "I think it's a stupid rule anyway, honestly. We mostly drink from blood bags nowadays anyway, and we're not that different from humans." Our eyes met, and we just stared into each other's eyes for a moment without speaking. Then we were leaning towards each other, our heads tilting slightly, and our lips were suddenly pressed together. The kiss lasted a while, slower and more passionate than all of the others we had shared over the course of the night. Soon, our hands were all over each other again, and the kiss was getting more fervent. One of my hands traveled over the front of his pants, tracing the bulging outline of his hardening cock. I pulled back, grinning at him in surprise. He grinned back, and his fangs flashing into view.

"You know another perk that comes with being a vampire," he whispered, popping open the button of his jeans. "Increased stamina."

It was gonna be a long night.