I'm laying here in a state of perfect happiness, and I finally
understand how the Slayer got Peaches soul to up and run. It's pure
bleeding bliss this post orgasm numbness and apart of me wishes I had
chained her up while she slept so I could take her again and again. But it
feels so much better when you've got a partner who's craving it and as
carnal as you are about it.
"Hmm." I wonder aloud as I lick my lips to try to reclaim her taste. "Wonder if next time she'll let me tie her up." My lips curl at the thought, kept her under the whole time I did, but if she wanted she could of flipped me over to her mercy. She enjoyed it though, know she did with the cries of pleasure and her squirming which shot new pulses of lust through me.
It's been a long while since I've been with a human. There fun to fuck, hot where were cold and alive when were not. The last one was after Dru left me for that bloody chaos demon, a young virgin girl with black locks of hair and pale skin. Looked like my black goddess she did, considered turning her, but I was in hell because of my ebony princess leaving me and the burden of a childe would of been to much for even a master vampire like myself.
But Buffy. . . she's got the softness of a human and the stamina of a vampire all wrapped into one hell of a creature. She's been repressing her primal callings for so damn that the release had her screaming.
I do hope I didn't scare her off though, from what I've gathered from out little 'tryst' she's not used to the way I handled her. It's not in my bloody nature to allow her to be dominant. It's lesson the first in vampire sex, the elder vampire takes dominant while the childe is there for it's pleasure. It's instinct, not my bloody choice.
I've been at Dru's mercy more then enough times to know the worst side of a knife during bondage. Never put my pet through something like that, but it's not like it hasn't crossed my mind and made me gone hard.
I drape one arm around my head and stretch my self long against the bed. I'm laying bare, trying to recapture every detail of the event.
I run a quick hand through my hair and sigh into the shadows. Still amazed at what happen I am, the fact that she talks to me is reason enough to be content. . . but after last night I'm not sure if I can go on without another taste of her.
The blood is pulsing through me and I need to do something, bloody up a demon poor enough to cross paths with me. I grab my jeans and pull them on, leaving the crypt without bothering with a shirt. If I'm lucky enough to run into the Slayer, the less that are on the better, right?
Fog has devoured the sky, making it near impossible for the stars or moon to break through. If I was a human, I would care. My steps are soundless as the soles of my shoes break onto the damp soil. Takes years of practice for even a vampire to get this graceful.
Ahead of me under the praised light of a street lamp is some sorry ass vamp from Marcus's line. Can smell his blood heritage from here and there's apart of me that smiles. This line is strong, strong enough so the fight ensued will leave me high with the win and my mind distracted from prior activities.
He's feeding on a young thing with cropped brown hair and eyes that already glazed with death. He doesn't hear me as I creep up behind him and turn him around to land a punch in his face. I'll never tire of hearing that crunch.
The girl drops to the ground, but not before I hear her take her last breath and fall into deaths embrace. I can't seem to care as I'm caught up in this bloody fine fight. Were both moving in the art of death and blood and I smile as his features morph to game face.
My stomach is growling from the spilled blood of the dead girl and it's just making my lust grow stronger for the kill. I haven't even given into the urge to change yet and he's already taking cheap shops. He's not as strong as I hoped.
I whip a stake out as I dodge a futile punch and plunge it into his chest, smirking as he falls into dust before me. Wiping the excess off my hands, I lean down to pick up the girl, licking the wound clean before morphing and biting into her to taste the rest of her blood. As I feed, still high from the fight, I realize that this is first time in ages that I've had warm blood and a tight body to sink myself into.
And as the night closes in around me and the blood lends me new strength it dawns on me this is what I've been waiting for, this is the one thing that's been haunting my thoughts and dreams since I got that bloody chip. I've finally got my-
One. Good. Day.
"Hmm." I wonder aloud as I lick my lips to try to reclaim her taste. "Wonder if next time she'll let me tie her up." My lips curl at the thought, kept her under the whole time I did, but if she wanted she could of flipped me over to her mercy. She enjoyed it though, know she did with the cries of pleasure and her squirming which shot new pulses of lust through me.
It's been a long while since I've been with a human. There fun to fuck, hot where were cold and alive when were not. The last one was after Dru left me for that bloody chaos demon, a young virgin girl with black locks of hair and pale skin. Looked like my black goddess she did, considered turning her, but I was in hell because of my ebony princess leaving me and the burden of a childe would of been to much for even a master vampire like myself.
But Buffy. . . she's got the softness of a human and the stamina of a vampire all wrapped into one hell of a creature. She's been repressing her primal callings for so damn that the release had her screaming.
I do hope I didn't scare her off though, from what I've gathered from out little 'tryst' she's not used to the way I handled her. It's not in my bloody nature to allow her to be dominant. It's lesson the first in vampire sex, the elder vampire takes dominant while the childe is there for it's pleasure. It's instinct, not my bloody choice.
I've been at Dru's mercy more then enough times to know the worst side of a knife during bondage. Never put my pet through something like that, but it's not like it hasn't crossed my mind and made me gone hard.
I drape one arm around my head and stretch my self long against the bed. I'm laying bare, trying to recapture every detail of the event.
I run a quick hand through my hair and sigh into the shadows. Still amazed at what happen I am, the fact that she talks to me is reason enough to be content. . . but after last night I'm not sure if I can go on without another taste of her.
The blood is pulsing through me and I need to do something, bloody up a demon poor enough to cross paths with me. I grab my jeans and pull them on, leaving the crypt without bothering with a shirt. If I'm lucky enough to run into the Slayer, the less that are on the better, right?
Fog has devoured the sky, making it near impossible for the stars or moon to break through. If I was a human, I would care. My steps are soundless as the soles of my shoes break onto the damp soil. Takes years of practice for even a vampire to get this graceful.
Ahead of me under the praised light of a street lamp is some sorry ass vamp from Marcus's line. Can smell his blood heritage from here and there's apart of me that smiles. This line is strong, strong enough so the fight ensued will leave me high with the win and my mind distracted from prior activities.
He's feeding on a young thing with cropped brown hair and eyes that already glazed with death. He doesn't hear me as I creep up behind him and turn him around to land a punch in his face. I'll never tire of hearing that crunch.
The girl drops to the ground, but not before I hear her take her last breath and fall into deaths embrace. I can't seem to care as I'm caught up in this bloody fine fight. Were both moving in the art of death and blood and I smile as his features morph to game face.
My stomach is growling from the spilled blood of the dead girl and it's just making my lust grow stronger for the kill. I haven't even given into the urge to change yet and he's already taking cheap shops. He's not as strong as I hoped.
I whip a stake out as I dodge a futile punch and plunge it into his chest, smirking as he falls into dust before me. Wiping the excess off my hands, I lean down to pick up the girl, licking the wound clean before morphing and biting into her to taste the rest of her blood. As I feed, still high from the fight, I realize that this is first time in ages that I've had warm blood and a tight body to sink myself into.
And as the night closes in around me and the blood lends me new strength it dawns on me this is what I've been waiting for, this is the one thing that's been haunting my thoughts and dreams since I got that bloody chip. I've finally got my-
One. Good. Day.