A. N. Yeah, that's right! I'm not stopping this yet. I write what I think, and I am not the most 'all there' person ever.
Heather woke up around noon. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She began to remember the previous night. A smile appeared on her face. She was still cuddling with her master.
He still had his arms around her. He didn't seem to be breathing however. She turned over and poked him once in the face.
Nothing.
She tried again with his eye.
He groaned and pulled her closer.
Vampires don't need to breathe. Noted.
She decided to wake him up, but didn't know how. She reached down to grip his manhood.
Another groan.
She gave him a light tug.
Nothing.
Oh come on!
Heather began to feel heat building in her core.
Great, not now!
Frank's nose twitched and he started to sniff the air. He pulled himself closer to Heather and planted a kiss on her collar bone.
"Good morning, I think." Heather said, legitimately confused as to the time of day it was.
"Vampires aren't exactly morning people." Frank mumbled into her neck.
"Were you ever a morning person?"
"No."
"You tore my panties." Heather was hoping to get a real response from him at this point.
"I'll get you lingerie then."
This is ridiculous."I have to use the bathroom."
Frank let her go and opened his eyes and regretted it a bit. His eyes hurt from all of the residual light entering the room.
"As nice as it is to look at you, it is too bright in here."
Heather got up and stretched. Her body glowing from the experience last night. She was rather sore from the waste down however.
"Mmmm, I wanna do something stupid now." Frank said from beneath the sheets.
His left foot was hanging out from the bed. He had closed his eyes again and turned over. Heather went over to the bathroom to use the toilet and sat down.
"What stupid thing are you thinking about?" She asked, legitimately curious about what he was thinking.
"Have you order something to deliver and we can both eat."
"Do you eat like normal?"
"Food, no. Alcohol yes."
How would he- he would feed on the delivery boy."Do you have to kill to feed?"
"Don't need to kill, but I can." Frank knew he wasn't going to sleep anymore at this point. He decided to get up and stretch.
"Say, Heather. Do you smoke?"
"No."
"Would you like to?"
"Not really."
"Well how do you feel about animals?"
"I love them!" Heather said as she wiped.
Frank walked over to the radio and turned it off. He then checked the fridge, he had some day old Chinese take out from his attempt to eat and three blood packs.
"You like Chinese?"
"Yeah. Why?" Heather turned on the shower, which worked.
Wait that thing works?! Why didn't I try to take a shower then? Oh right, it looks broken.
"I, uh, got some leftover take out in the fridge. Your still human, so you gotta eat something."
Frank grabbed a blood pack and bit into it, slowly drinking it. It tasted really robust too.
Must've been from someone young. Or a health nut.
Frank walked over to a window by his desk. He slowly reached his left middle finger behind the curtain.
It burned off, down to the first joint from the hand.
He welcomed the pain, and downed the rest of his blood. Next, he focused on his finger as it grew back.
Tingly
"Okay that is just gross." Heather spoke from the shower.
"If I'm not mistaken, you can do that too."
"Does it work for everything?"
"As long as your alive."
Frank looked over to the shower and saw Heather in all her glory. He knew that he made a good choice by saving her. Her glasses were set on the sink now. She looked like a sly devil without them.
"Don't you have to go drop out of college later?"
Heather looked at him with a grin.
"Maybe"
Heather posed in a subtle manor, trying to tease him.
"I was told I would be rewarded if I did a job in a certain way. You could move in with me."
Heather just grinned. She then gave her breasts a squeeze and winked at Frank.
He felt a dull ache between his legs. He marched right over to the shower and joined Heather, pinning her to the wall.
He then crouched down and buried his face between her legs, eliciting a loud moan from Heather.
"I'll go just after this shower!"
Frank used both hands to grope her ass and thighs.
She felt so soft, and tasted so good. He pushed his tongue deeper into her folds.
"Make me cum!" Heather pleaded, already on the edge.
Frank gladly used his hands and tongue to finish the job.
"Ooh, Fuck!" Heather spasmed and squirted like a fountain right in Frank's face.
Frank continued his ministrations, enjoying the results of Heather trembling and moaning, even if she almost broke his neck with her spasming legs.
He then removed himself from between her legs and picked her up, wrapping her legs around him.
"Who's slut are you?" Frank asked, positioned to enter her.
"Yours! I'm your slut!" Heather cried out before he entered her. He stretched her out once again, and began pounding into her.
Heather squealed at each thrust. She could feel another wave of heat building inside of her, and she came unhinged as Frank used her.
Frank was enjoying the effect he had on her. He enjoyed the pleasure she caused him as well.
I am definitely keeping you around!
Heather clamped down on him, digging her nails into his back, her legs wrapping tighter, and her cunt becoming a vice once again.
Frank kept pounding, feeling his pressure building up once again. He set Heather down, and she fell to her knees. Heather then took him into her mouth, noticing how sweet her juices tasted.
She sucked him until he grunted hard and came in her mouth. She thoroughly enjoyed the robust and salty flavor his load held.
Frank stepped back halfway through and put the rest of his load on her face. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his cum covering her face and lips.
Her green eyes still held a lot of energy.
Heather swallowed what she could before she stood up. Her legs were still shaky, so she had to lean on her master. Finally, she decided to ask a question.
"Is it alright if I call you master?"
"Sure." Frank grinned to himself at this.
He made sure Heather could stand on her own, and then left the shower. He went to his dresser to grab some towels for Heather and himself. He put his to use on his head of, now sopping wet hair while he left two on the bathroom sink next to Heather's glasses.
Heather finished her shower and turned off the water. She stepped out and wrapped herself in one towel, which was just barely large enough to hold her. She wrapped her hair in the second towel and grabbed her glasses.
She was glad she often took cold showers, because otherwise her glasses would be fogged over.
She left the bathroom and sat next to her master on his bed.
"Is crimson your natural colour?" Frank asked.
"Yeah, it's a birth defect as far as I know."
"I like it."
Hearing that he enjoyed her hair made her feel like she could take on the world.
"Do you like anything else about me?"
"Well, there's your body, your heavenly legs, and your perfect breasts. But I like your face most I guess."
Heather's face burned with blush.
Frank decided to use the television and got up, still naked, and turned it on. It was on the news channel. Frank looked around for a remote, finding one on his desk.
He walked back to the bed and sat down.
"Master?" Heather probed.
"Yes, Heather?"
"I was just about to get dressed. Is there anything you would like before I go to drop out?"
"Just you getting dressed." He responded. His sex drive would never tire.
Since she is my ghoul, wouldn't she take on aspects of my clan? Maybe myself too.
Heather stood, dropping the towel for her hair. She walked over to her clothers, swaying her hips and showing off her goods.
She bent forward at her hips to give Frank a good show, dropping her last towel as she grabbed her pants.