Vampire Lust

There is a lot of bullshit written about vampires. Yes, they do exist, so that’s not a myth, but all the rest, well, the crap people think they know about vampires is mostly nonsense.

Firstly, they do not live thousands of years long, and around two hundred years is as good as it gets for them. When their time on earth comes to an end, they go to a remote place and do away with themselves. Fortunately, while they are around, they do not age in the usual manner, and all mature vampires look like they are in their mid-twenties. This advantage, of course, is a great benefit and sets them apart from boring humans.

They do procreate from time to time to ensure the perpetuation of their species, and this they do in the usual fashion. Sadly, the human female selected for this privilege always dies after childbirth, and then the boy usually grows up in foster care or some suchlike institution. 

You see, to dispel another myth, vampires are only ever male, and the boy only begins to manifest his otherworldliness after puberty. He instinctively keeps this secret from the persons who know him. Dissimilar to human beings, vampires are innately astute.

Once fully grown and after severing ties with the people who raised them, vampires then have to move around periodically to protect their ‘anonymity and ageless’ identity. With their ability to hypnotize persons in officialdom, however, it’s never a problem for them to ‘update’ all documentation they require in their daily lives.   

Vampires do not gorge themselves on blood incessantly, and they can get by with far less blood than the silly myths chronicle. As much as human blood is a delicacy, raw meat is also able to sustain them rather well. In particular, animal organs are high up on their preferred list of food. All vampires are, therefore, excellent hunters.

They are capable of consuming regular food but do so in limited quantities.  The one thing that they never touch is anything sugary, which is despicable to their taste buds. They also drink water in preference to most other fluids because everything needs water, after all.   

Although vampires are sensitive to sunlight, the crap about being burned by the sun is one of the silliest legends of all. Much as they are mostly nocturnal beings, limited exposure to the sun is not a problem. Naturally, you will never see one of them sunbathing, and as long as they are predominantly in the shade, they suffer little discomfort. Vampires are, therefore, paler than humans, and their body temperature is also lower.

Of course, the Christian cross fable has them all doubling over with laughter. When they infrequently interact, because they are generally solitary creatures, someone always brings along a crucifix as a party trick.  

There are also a few more things that also set them apart from humans:

Vampires are incredibly powerful, and given the speed with which they move, not even the most skilled martial artist can even come close when they find themselves in a combative situation. With hypnosis being natural to them, they can submit anyone to their bidding, and therefore, they very seldom get into unnecessary scraps.

Sexually speaking, they are totally in a league of our own. Not only are vampires well-endowed, but able to perform at a level that most humans could only ever imagine. If you have never had sex with a vampire, well, simply put, you have never been properly fucked. Incidentally, all vampires are wholly bisexual.

They do not come in all shapes and sizes like humans and are generally around six feet tall, with lithe well-proportioned bodies. Generally good-looking and picking up sexual partners, or ‘prey’ as they like to joke, is therefore never a problem for them. This fact, coupled with the mind control they possess, makes snacking on human blood the easiest thing in the world when that urge arises.

They do not leave a multitude of exsanguinated corpses lying about, as the silly myth purports. After all, why would they risk unnecessary attention? They suck as much blood as is needed, with the victim unaware and left almost unscathed afterward. Once they have fed, they merely lick the wound, and their curative saliva makes humans think that they have two mosquito bites.

Finally, they don’t fly or turn into bats, as the silliest of all the myths purports.

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When I once more decided to move on to new surroundings after being in the same place for a little too long, I soon established that there was a gay bar very close to my new apartment. Having not fed on my favourite delicacy for a couple of weeks, I decided to visit this pub to satisfy my blood lust.

As I sat sipping on my mineral water at the bar, a handsome young man entered. I was elated when he sat on the barstool next to me. After introducing ourselves, me as Lou, and he as Lenny, we exchanged a few pleasantries. With my extraordinary sense of smell, I detected that his blood was very agreeable. The intoxicating smell of his blood almost overcame me, and I had to guard against pouncing on him and sucking his blood out, there and then. After working my hypnotic magic, we were soon on the way to my apartment.   

Lenny was horny, and within a short time, we were undressing in my bedroom. After we got on the bed, I moved onto his body.

“You’re cold,” he exclaimed.

“I’m cold-blooded,” I joked.

“Well, maybe I can warm you,” Lenny murmured as he embraced me.

‘Jesus… this blood smells sooo good,’ I thought, ‘I can’t wait to sink my fangs into this guy.’

After a short while, I ordered him onto his stomach.

‘Give your prey some pleasure before you strike,’ I admonished myself.

My entry into Lenny was harsh, but the cock-hound loved it. As I began pummelling into him, Lenny commenced purring. I could smell the sweet blood racing through his veins as his excitement grew.

‘I have to snack right now,’ I mentally concluded.

Within seconds my soothing voice had worked its charm, and with my huge cock embedded in his arse, my fangs extended. I then pushed Lenny’s longish hair up and picked my spot after sniffing the region. I then bit onto his neck, and as my fangs entered, Lenny’s blood pulsed into my mouth. I was a little overexcited and had to remind myself to take it easy. The heavenly taste throbbing into my mouth was delectable.

‘Stop… fucking stop,’ I told myself, ‘Keep some for later.’

After licking his neck, I brought Lenny out of his trance before my cock continued assaulting his pucker. As I fucked and fucked him mercilessly, Lenny just kept groaning his approval. A devilish thought now crossed my mind, and I just couldn’t stop myself from going into hyperdrive. As I began to bang Lenny’s arse like a jackhammer, the cock-hound was soon begging for mercy. His wailing, however, excited me so incredibly that shortly my thick yellow spunk began spraying into Lenny’s arsehole.

Once done, Lenny just lay there whimpering. Looking at my dick, I saw spots of blood. I then scooped the residue off my cock before licking my fingers clean. Vampire cum is very acrid, but his mouth-watering blood thankfully overwhelmed that taste.

‘I have to give his butt a closer inspection,’ I thought.

After again putting Lenny into a trance, I place three pillows under Lenny’s hips to lift his butt higher. His hole was puffy and bloody as I then began licking and prodding my long tongue into his pucker. The taste of my spunk was more intense than before, but there was enough blood to negate that.

‘More… I need more,’ I finally concluded.

Next, after biting through the puffy skin, my mouth again began to fill with his mouth-watering blood. I went a little overboard, and after having consumed over a pint of his blood, had to stop myself. I then used my healing saliva to repair his pucker before removing the cushions and placing Lenny on his back.

Upon waking him up, Lenny looked a little ‘drained.’ He then arose somewhat woozily and began to dress.

Shortly, Lenny was hailing a taxi in front of my apartment block. As I watched him moving away, I glanced at my watch. It was still early.

‘What the hell,’ I considered before I made my way back to the bar.

The one thing vampires have in common with humans is that we occasionally like to binge, and I knew that this would be one of those evenings.

As I re-entered the bar, I immediately spotted an attractive, albeit plump young man seated at the bar. Moving closer, my incredible sense of smell alerted me to the fact that his blood was also sweet-smelling. As I began to speak to him, the cock-hound couldn’t keep his eyes off my crotch. Naturally, I immediately popped a boner and watched as his eyes lit up.

“I need to use the toilet,” I now salaciously remarked.

“Me too,” came his predictable reply.

As we entered the toilets, my keen eyes spotted the open stall on the far side. After walking there, I ushered Stanley, the cock-hounds name, straight into the cubicle before entering after him. No sooner had I locked the door before he was on his knees before me. Ravenously, he began unzipping my pants, and in a heartbeat, Stanley had my dick in his mouth and I was allowed his pleasure.

Not long after, I pulled my dick out of his mouth and said, “I want to fuck you now.”

Stanley appeared delighted by my suggestion and instantly pulled his pants down before facing the wall. I, being the kind person that I am, speared straight into his plump backside. The little bitch at once commenced convulsing with appreciation. After a couple of minutes, I decided that my pleasure now also needed to be heeded. After putting him under my spell, my fangs bit into his neck before spurts of blood once more pumped into my mouth. His blood was even sweeter than Lenny’s.

Again, I had to admonish myself to stop as I got carried away. After retracting my fangs, I brought Stanley out of his trance and after ‘repairing’ my bite marks, commenced pummelling his butt relentlessly once more. After shooting my load, Stanley said, “Jesus, Lou, I don’t think I’m going to be able to sit properly tomorrow... but… thank you because that was incredible.”

“My pleasure, Stanley,” I answered before we exited the cubicle.   

When we re-entered the bar, he gave me a warm smile before leaving.

As I stood scanning the other patrons, my eyes settled on a huge bodybuilder. Although he was beautiful, I wondered if he used steroids. I had once sucked the blood of a steroid user, and it had given me terrible indigestion. When he approached me, however, I was pleased not to smell that disgusting smell emanating from him. His blood didn’t smell as sweet as either Lenny’s or Stanley’s, but like a drunk needing to overindulged, I couldn’t give a shit.

Garret, his name, was incredibly handsome. I had become gluttonous and informed him that I needed to have a piss. True to form, he said that he would join me. Again, I made directly for the last stall, and unsurprisingly, he followed. As we began fondling one another, I realized that poor Garret was underendowed. This issue did not worry me because all I was interested in was his blood and his arse.

After asking him to remove his t-shirt, my eyes zeroed in on his unbelievably muscled upper chest. As my gaze locked onto the large nipples, I knew where I would implant my fangs. Next, after placing Garret under my control, I bit above his right nipple and began to feast. His blood wasn’t as bad as I had feared, and soon I was sucking like a starving lamb. Again I had to stop myself, and after repairing the bite marks, I brought him out of his trance.

“Please fuck me… fuck me hard,” he begged.

I once more went into hyperdrive once he had turned and hammered him furiously. Garret’s cries were very loud, and I wondered what the guys visiting the toilets must have thought. Truthfully, I didn’t give a shit. After I had cum I once more looked at his incredible muscular back. 

‘More, I need more,’ I told myself.

After once more placing him under my control, I bit hard and began to vacuum his blood out of him. I almost went too far again because when I once more brought him round, he was weak.

Concerned, I then took Garret outside and hailed a taxi. After accompanying him home and ensuring he was safe, I then made my way home.

‘Fuck,’ I contemplated as I entered my home. ‘I almost went too far with Garret.’

Next, there was a knock on my door.

As I opened the door, my neighbour stood staring at me with a bottle of wine in his hand.

“Hi, Desmond,” I said with a quizzical look on my face.

“Hi, Lou… I know it’s late, but if you’re up for it, I would like to have that long overdue drink with you,” Desmond stated in a camp manner.

“That would be great,” I answered, as the smell of his blood assailed my nostrils.