Vampire's Ball
By Alice V.
Copyright 2011 Alice V.
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ONE
On a night like this how could one resist the inviting call of the Vampire's ball? Every ravenous and eager vixen is destined to attend. With exposed flesh and half covered bodies ready and willing to take part in an endless night of ceremonial sharing of blood and death, they come. Oh the horror of it all is enough to frighten the feeblest of hearts and weaken the most innocent of girls into the haughty indulgence of humans who aspire to be vampires.
One such soul who possesses these visions of vital fluid pouring out of flesh wounds and degenerate sex is the one they call Magnus. He lurks on such sites of Virgin Sex, Illicit Dreams, and Vampire's Den. He is the deviant one hiding behind the Internet's highway of surreptitious sin. He is the one eager and curious women come to seek for a devilish indulgence even the demons shun. While Magnus fulfills the lustful needs of many women, his own desires go unattended and burns a hole so deep in his skull that he can do nothing else but plan his biggest feat yet.
He sits at his computer screen typing a provocative email of erotic pleasure to a woman half a continent away. She pleasures herself to these notes of sexual dissipation. She pays well for them and the deposits to a private bank account comes regularly into his hands in exchange for naughty delights. Tit for tat. He ponders over the passage of bondage he just added to the Countess' demise. Should the masked cell guard whip her into submission? Why yes of course! Should there be blood, pain, tortuous inclination? Yes. His pleasure mate on the other side of the country would love the surprise of pain in his newest spiel. Just as he is finishing, an alarm by the bed goes off. An hour left to get ready for tonight. He saves the file for later. He will return to it when his mind isn't so occupied with thoughts of his temptress, his siren who communicates with him over an Internet chat in the dungeon of the Vampire's Den.
Her name is Patricia and she is by far the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Her hair is strawberry blond, long and with sizable curls down her back. Her eyes are like two green orbs; outlined with a touch of gold or is it brown? He dares not go back to the picture on his screen saver to further investigate the exact color of her eyes. Time is being wasted even though he dresses with haste. One leg after the other into the black slacks followed by the donning of the white undershirt he absentmindedly tucks into the trousers. Next comes the white button up shirt, black vest and dress coat in which he tops off with a black bow tie. He slicks his blond hair back with gel. Now for the contacts! He struggles for several minutes trying to put the red eyepieces into his eye. He blinks rapidly for he is not used to such invasions of his body although he is very familiar with invading the body of others. He smiles with satisfaction at his altered reflection in the bathroom mirror made possible by the tiny insertion of colored contacts. Fancy that-a dramatic change! From a glass sitting on the counter he takes the enamel-coated fangs and places them over his own mortal teeth. These modified dentures are sharp and pointed at the tip, somewhat visible through a slight grin and even much more visible through a toothy smile. He's thought of everything.
"Tonight you are mine, Patricia." He declares to himself as he dons the black cape with red lining on the inside. Magnus takes a note of what she'll be wearing in case he doesn't recognize her in costume. When he opens the front door, the crisp air of a Halloween night greets him. His cell phone rings in his pocket as he enters his car but doesn't answer. He'll let it go to voicemail for he already knows who is calling. Very few have his number and even fewer have ever met him. The ones that had the privilege of meeting his acquaintance also had the pleasure of meeting his penis deep inside the cavities of their cervix. The one who was calling him just now? She is the ravenous Elena.
Fond memories of Elena spring up inside him as he veers onto the empty street. It's almost 10pm and he's sure the ball is in full swing. Elena was the first of his conquests. He first met the black haired woman nearly three years ago. Magnus never could forget her hourglass figure, round apple bottom, large yielding breast of supple flesh, and legs that readily spread for him like two limbs eager to be apart. His loins swell as he thinks of the wet and swollen lips between her legs. The tight and lubricated pudenda around the tip of his penis as he entered her. Over and over again she begged for him to punish her harder with each thrust. The sweat dripped down his body and onto hers mixed with her own perspiration of lust as he thrust inside her faster and harder. With each moan that escaped her lips between heavy breaths he wished only for release but he would always hold back long enough for her. As the need to climax boiled inside him, he thrust rapidly with force inside her until her body quivered and her arms tightened and her nails drove into his back with a satisfied ejaculation. Then when a grin of satisfaction came over her blushed face he let go of his own climax all over her breasts. Sometimes in her mouth, sometimes all over her ass, it didn't matter where he let the sticky substance land just as long as she got to savor it afterward. When he'd fall beside her on the bed she'd dip her finger into the goo on her chest and declare the substance to be the best.
Sitting idle at a red light, Magnus eyed a group of teenage girls with childlike pigtails and rosy cheeks. White collared shirts gathered in the front in a tiny knot revealed flat midriffs, and plaid skirts that barely covered their asses as the fabric swayed with each step, revealed a bit of flesh and skimpy panties. "Mmm." He clears his throat to regain his composure. He can't possibly arrive with swollen loins. What will his little siren think of him?
"Oh, please don't bother with that," he'd protest and hesitate as Patricia's curiosity leads her eyes to the bulge in his pants. The lump would entice her to rub the outside of his pants. "I'm a little cold." He states in an attempt to redeem himself for his apparent arousal.
"Oh but Magnus, it's so big!" She licks her rosy lips innocently, bats her long eyelashes and gazes up at him with those striking green eyes. "May I? I can keep you warm." Her hand still grazing the outside of his pants, he bends down to kiss her and then…