Sexualis Lamia Ch. 02

The stranger suddenly looked around, as if just now realizing what he had been doing and that it had all happened out in the open for all to see. He made an inhuman hissing sound and glared at Jane. "Never again!" he said then turned. With a blur, he was gone.

Jane blinked, unsure of where he had gone. Had he teleported, or just moved so fast that she hadn't been able to see? Thinking on it she realized it was the later, but that she HAD seen a blur as he disappeared. In fact, she had even seen where they blur had gone.

She got to her feet, having to use the arms of the chair for support for a moment as her tired muscles struggled to keep her up. Once she was sure of her footing she began dashing off the porch and out into the street. Yes, she thought as she ran down the street, I saw where he went. She was so obsessed with following the man she didn't even notice her breasts bouncing heavily as she ran, the cum running down her front wetly flying off as she ran.

A minute later she was standing at the door to the house she was certain he had ran inhumanly fast to. She reached for the door, placing her hand on the door knob and starting to turn it. Then she stopped. He had seemed angry with her, and he'd certainly be even angrier if she followed him into his home now. She wanted him. No, needed him, but she was still terrified of him. Tomorrow, she told herself as she let go of the doorknob, tomorrow I'll come back.

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She struggled to make it through the next day. Every ounce of her body wanted her to go to that house and enter it, searching for him. She felt a little like a junkie, desperate for her next fix. That, more than anything, convinced her she needed to wait. By the time she headed to the house she had stopped worrying about how the mysterious man would react to her presence in his home and was just worried about satisfying the overpowering need she had to see and be touched by him again.

Jane approached the man's house just as the sun was starting to set. She thought about knocking on his front door, but decided not to. Instead she tried opening the front door. She found it unlocked and let herself in.

Once inside she found the large house mostly empty of furnishing. She could see that whoever lived her did so with a Spartan lifestyle. The kitchen showed no sign of there ever having been food in it, the refrigerator totally empty and all of the cupboards bare.

Quietly, and carefully, she climbed the house's stairs and investigated the rooms upstairs. Most were empty, although one contained a large bed that looked to be infrequently used. Nowhere did she find any trace of the mysterious stranger. She was starting to doubt herself, starting to think she must have been mistaken about which house he had entered.

Returning to the downstairs she realized there was a door she hadn't looked behind that must lead to a basement, but upon trying to open it she found it was locked. That's where he must be, she told herself. He must hide down there during the day, safely away from the sunlight.

She sat down across from the door, sitting with her legs crossed and her back against the wall. She sat and stared at the door, her expression that of a lost puppy dog waiting for its master to return home.

Outside the sun lowered and finally set, darkness overtaking the neighborhood. Then, after much waiting, Jane heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs hidden behind the door in front of her. She began to bounce in anticipation as the door started to open. It stopped, then flew open with a loud bang.

The man practically flew across the room, grabbing her by the throat and picking her up into the air. He slammed her against the wall as he snarled savagely.

Jane's body was overcome by the sudden physical contact with him. Pleasure radiated from where he grasped her neck tightly, flowing down through her body and warming her breasts and genitals. Then, when he slammed her against the wall, she felt an orgasm explode from her loins. Fighting to breathe through his tight grip she had moaned, "yesssssssss."

"You!" he said, realizing who he held in his powerfully strong hand. He started to loosen his grip, to lower her to the floor, but then his expression grew dark. His grip grew even tighter then before and he lifted her back up. "How dare you follow me! How dare you enter my home! You stupid, reckless woman! What if THEY had seen us, had followed you to me!"

"Please," she gasped. "I don't understand. But I can't stop thinking about you. I need you! I need to feel you touch me, to use me sexually! I'll do anything, be your slave! Just fuck me again, please!!!"

"Is that really what you want?" he asked her, holding her in place against the wall before him. "You want to be my sexual plaything? My slave? You want me to drain you, take all you have to offer and leave you an empty husk?"

"Yes," Jane whispered, staring at his intense eyes. For a moment they looked at each other. Jane's eyes were desperate, hungry for the unique sexual pleasure and joy his touch could bring. Even as he held his hand tightly around her neck she felt pleasure coming from his touch. He, on the other hand, was looking at her with anger and a touch of pity.

Jane was afraid he would reject her, in fact certain that was what he was going to do. She acted out of desperation. She grabbed her shirt and lifted it up, exposing her breasts to him. "Use me," she said. "Use my breasts again."

She watched as he tried to keep eye contact with her. The muscles of his arm began to convulse and shake. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a mock snarl. Then his will broke and looked down at her breasts. She saw him lick his lips, felt him adjusting his stance and knew that he was growing hard.

"Fine," he said. "I'll use you. Drain you. Show you what a monster I am."

A moment later he slammed her body onto the ground, so that she was on her back. He momentarily released his grip, then with alarming, supernatural speed undressed. Before she had time to adjust he was on top of her, pinning her to the ground and sitting on her chest. He pulled her shirt up over her head and threw it across the room, leaving her topless.

He grabbed her neck again and lightly squeezed his fingers around her throat. "Wrap your tits around my cock," he snarled. She did as he asked, shuddering in pleasure from the feel of his naked body sitting on her bare midriff. She felt a small orgasm escape her body as she wrapped her thick, large breasts around his iron hard cock.

Then, squeezing his hands tighter around her neck and using his other hand to brace himself against the floor, he started fucking her breasts. Like the night before ,he pounded them savagely hard and fast. Once again their unlubricated flesh burnt with furious friction, the pain quickly becoming pleasure for her.

Jane started to cum. He kept fucking her chest. As her orgasm started to subside another rose up, replacing the first. Still he fucked her tits. Again, her orgasm bled into another, giving her no time to recover between climaxes.

She began to feel the strange sensation of that nameless something leaving her body, escaping through her chest and into his cock. As she felt herself emptied, hollowed out, she felt the space replaced with pure, carnal pleasure. Her seemingly never ending orgasm intensified, a flood of liquid spraying forth from her body as she started to cum again.

Still he choked her, held her in place and savaged her breasts. "Is this really what you want? To be used by a monster? To feel yourself drained of your precious sexual energies?"

Jane gasped as her climax continued. She was beginning to feel light headed, exhausted from the spreading emptiness she felt growing inside of her. Already her breasts felt totally empty, the strange emptiness now spreading throughout the rest of her. As this creature in the shape of a man drained her she grew ever more exhausted. She gasped again, realizing she was starting to see stars. She felt empty enough to float away, yet every bit of that empty space was filled with the most amazing sexual pleasure. Pleasure so intense she had never even imagined it could exist.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide in fear and joy. "Yes," she said, her voice firm and confident in spite of the fear she felt.

The mysterious man groaned in pleasure, pushed over the edge by the word. He came in her breasts. But he kept fucking her, barely stopping to cum. The movement of his cock was then more fluidly smooth, lubricated by his fresh load of semen. The angry expression on his face seemed to fade, eased by the newly smooth movements inside Jane's breasts. Even the grip around her neck eased up a little.

"If you want it you must understand what it feels to be fully drained. Only then can you make a true decision," he said softly.

As he continued to fuck her tits Jane felt ever light headed. She was vaguely aware that the semen was being churned up into a frothy white mess of smelly foam. But she didn't care about the mess, she simply kept cumming. And above all she felt herself being continually hollowed out. And even though the space was being filled with sexual pleasure, it still felt empty.

And then Jane truly was empty. With one final cresting orgasm, one last gush of wet lady cum, Jane arched her back and screamed in pleasure, then collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.

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When Jane began to wake it was to a feeling of utter exhaustion, both in inside and out. She felt emptied, hollowed, like a fragile shell of a human being. As she continued to wake she realized the feeling wasn't exactly physical, but that her body was hollow of something she had always had yet had never noticed. It was a something she had no word for, yet knew it existed as she could now feel its absence.

Then, it occurred to her that it wasn't truly absent. Even as she lay still, her body drained of everything it had to give, she could feel that nameless something returning. Slowly, but steadily. Instinctual she knew that within a day that nameless something would have totally returned, filling the emptiness she then felt.

Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around her. She was lying in the upstairs bed. Her clothes were on and her breasts had been cleaned. Sitting in a chair next to the bed was the mysterious stranger, a worried look on his face. When he noticed her looking at him he started, obviously surprised to see her awake.

"You're awake," he said dumbly.

"Yes," Jane said, weakly sitting up and already feeling her strength returning to her.

"But... You should have been asleep for days, recovering from how much I drained you." He lifted a hand and held it up to her cheek, hovering his palm an inch away from her skin.

Jane felt the electric buzz in the air around him and closed her eyes, a smile on her face as she leaned into his touch. A small sound of intimate pleasure slipped from her as their skin touched.

He quickly pulled his hand back. "Amazing," he muttered. "Your energies are already returning! Why, I bet you'd be full by the end of the day..."

Opening her eyes, she smiled at him. "Yes, I can feel it. I don't understand it, but I can feel it. Does this mean you'll have me?"

He stared at her, his expression blank for a moment then confused. "I... I know I should tell you no. That I should disappear, so you can ever find me again. But I can't. Your body is too perfect for me, and you are giving yourself to me so willingly." He grimaced, as if what he was about to say pained him. "Yes, I will have you as mine."

"Thank you," Jane said with a sigh of relief.

"But," the man said. "You must understand how dangerous this is. Constant contact with one such as me can change a mortal. And there are those that wish to do me harm... if you become my thrall my enemies shall become yours."

"I don't care," Jane said. She looked away, her expression content. Then she looked back at him. "What is your name?"

"Basilius," he said.

"And what are you, REALLY?" she asked.

"I am a sexual vampire," he said sadly, as if the fact pained him. "What the ancients called 'Sexualis Lamia'. More than that I won't tell you now. Now you must rest, then return home before morning comes. I will take you as my thrall, yes, but you must still live your life as normal. You must return home and go do whatever it is you do during the daylight hours while I sleep."

"Okay," Jane said, laying back down and closing her eyes. She lifted her arm up and held her hand out to him. Electric pleasure ran up her arm as the man sitting next to her wrapped his hand around hers. Holding his hand and drifting back to sleep she whispered one final thing. "Whatever you say, Master."

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Author's Note: I've got plenty ideas where I want to go with this story, but I'd love to hear suggestions and requests from readers! Find out what all you perverts have liked the most and what you want to see more of.