Author's NOTE: I am not placing a very good summary is that I am waiting my first three chapters done first to allow you, the reader, to make one of your own and to temp you to read more. And sum detail of what the story line will reveal in them.
Run. Must Run. Legs tightening up. Heart pounding. Knowing that he is provoking me and that he can finish it at any time. He is a vampire. I am a human. One that is reaching his limits. Checking what I have left of my supplies, I count three cloves of garlic. Not much use.
As I turn, I think how long he has been stalking me. Two fucking months. I turn again. I stop. Damn, a dead end.
A dark laughter rings in my ear. "Well, well, well, my little Chicken-wuss has run himself into a corner," he says in a delighted tone. "Now, finally, you are mine." He comes at me.
Out of pure instinct, I do a heel drop at the last moment. He dodges. I throw my right hock and contact. Hearing a break, I shove the remaining cloves of garlic down his throat. One goes down while the other two fall to the ground. He chocks and falls to the ground. I run. Almost out the alley, he stops. He is winded and bloody from a broken nose, but still able to kill.
"Clever, my Chicken-wuss, but not clover enough," he taunts me. The next thing I know, I was on the pavement with the vampire straddling me. I try to knock him off, but the last of my strength fails me. He smirks. "And now, you are truly mine."
He lowers himself into the knock of my neck, paring his fangs. Mentally, I say my good-byes. I feel his mouth enclose their lock. I expect his fangs, but receive his tongue. It hits spots that I dream that women I see would hit. The muscle draws circles upon my softly tanned skin while it travels to my jaw-line. While his lips, teeth, and tongue work on my mandible, his hand slips under my shirt and rest its self over my heart. I find myself strangely arouse by this man's hand over my beating heart. With this simple act, I can feel the battle of my mind and my body's desires over what to do, and my body is winning. The growing smile on his face against mine only adds to my arousal.
"Now, now, Zell, that will be my job," he whispers in my ear. "But I know that going to love what I am about to do." He takes his hands and travels down to my pant, allowing his nails to graze against my skin, and removes them without lifting my legs or tearing the fabric. I mentally curse myself for not wearing any underwear. "This makes what I'm about to do so much funnier and easier," he smirks in wonder. I know that I am a decent size because of the praise I get for the women I have slept with.
He replaced his weight onto my chest, so I can not see his action but could feel his trapped erection. Then I could feel his mouth engulf my member. Once again, I feel the inner battle of my subconscious waging its war with the animal desire that the vampire released, and the animal still holds its ground. My captor's canines graze against my erection, sending shivers up my back. As he continues to suck on my phallus, I feel the animal in my pin my subconscious down. I let out a low growl, and try to thrust but his hand prevents me. He speeds up and as he reaches the tip, he nips it gently. I gasp each time his does it. My breathing becomes ragged and shallow. I could feel my climax building. He slows down to stead my climax off and shift his weight once again to allow my move more freely. As they move, I could tell my hands had a mind of their own. They went to his waist and travel the brim of his jeans. Teasing his waistline with my fingers playing with the button and zipper of the jeans, they undo the button and unzip the zipper. Slowly, my fingers reveal my captor's red and black briefs. The stiff member moves to the gentle touch of my finger tips give to it. Suddenly, my mentality gives my animal side a cheap shot and takes control. I gap and twist the groin hard and sharply. He yelps in pain bits harder on my flesh. I scream form the pain as he sucks harder and faster, giving my animal side the strength once again to pin my mentality. My hands regain the spell that gives their own mind. They grasp the harden cock in its fabric prison and start lightly stoking it. My climax jumps when he moans in pleasure on my phallus. The animal instincts guide my hands and fingers to release the member from it confines. I am in shock to see the size of the vampire's penis. The size of captor's groin is bigger than min by at least two inches. My right hand raps the sensitive organ and starts to massage it. The vibrations from his vocal cords send me overboard. My climax releases its self as he reaches my head.
He drinks all of my seed that is release. I whimper as he removes himself and say, "I was going to prepare you more what I am going about to do," he stops, gets to he feet, and lick is lips, "but I think you don't deserve it for what you did a few minutes ago." He picks me up as if I was a rag doll and pins me to the alley wall. I feel the pre-cum on my inner thigh that is being secreted from his fleshy sword. My heated inner animal and the vampire rap my legs around his waist. The pressure of his cock at my virgin anus sends me into a state of flux. My straight mentality is squirming to get free but my inner animal wants the vampire's hard member in the tight ring. My eyes shut themselves.
I hear a growl, but not from him. "Let him down, lowly vampire," I hear echoing down the ally. I open my eyes to a young man holding a strange blood red crystal blade.
Author's NOTE: Rview and will write faster.
