Your girlfriend is a halfling.

You may wonder what that means, and because of that, you have asked her plenty of times what it could mean. She says it is just a blanket term she uses to describe the heterogenous mixture of blood running through her veins. You don't know why how that could be, but every time she has tried to tell you, you always get so lost in the lore that thinking about it feels fuzzy.

What you do know, is that all the different kinds of beings that make her up carry their own physiology. And one you are really familiar with is the appetite.

This is the story of the time you tried to cook meat you got from the market...

It was a Tuesday evening. You had just come back from your grocery run to the supermarket, and what a haul you have gotten this time. After months of planning, you finally found out the perfect time to buy meat to wash and cook. At exactly 4 PM on a weekly basis, you notice a large shipping truck comes in. After seeing it a few times, you decide to creep behind it, as sure enough, you saw bundles of meat galore being shuffled into the warehouse in the back of the store.

As if you were just an ordinary customer, you decide to go into the store a few hours later. Sure enough, fresh meat was on sale for normal prices, hidden under all the ones that have been there for days. You dug and swiped what you needed, feeling proud of yourself as you rang up at the counter.

It couldn't have come at a better time too. Your girlfriend was quite starved right now and had been going through pantries like the Tasmanian devil. She says she's missing something in her diet, but whenever you try to ask her what, she would always look away and answer in a roundabout way.

Whatever it was, surely the freshest meat possible to buy would help sate it, you thought.

As you pulled back in front of the apartment, you noticed strange air around your home. The lights were off yet again, and the blinds were closed. You've felt this feeling before. This always happened when something was about to go awry. Mere weeks ago, you were too busy full of Eldritch eggs to even get out of the house. Your body still tingled at the thought of it, and you weren't looking to repeat the experience so soon.

Luckily, townhouses such as yours had a garage that was technically the first floor.

Rather than park and go back out through the front, you decide to move all the groceries in through the garage. You turned on the dim lights as the door closed down behind you, looking around to gather supplies to clear the house. The good old trusty broom to keep your distance. A set of chainmail from the Renaissance fair (you never imagined THAT of all things would be touched again). And lastly, goggles. Always protect your eyes, people.

You left the key to the garage door out on the hood of your car while you put on the chainmail. After you put your gloves on, you picked up your key and pushed it into the door. You gulped, not knowing what would be on the other side. It could be anything, although you were placing your be that it wasn't the Eldritch form so soon. You were honestly fucked if it was, slime can go right through chainmail armor.

You slowly turned the key, the suspense beating like a massive drum inside of you. You turned it further and further...until-

click-

The door's lock was open.

You pulled the key back out and giggled the knob. Sure enough, it gave. More importantly, nothing was leaning on the door to make it feel weird. You picked up your broom and stepped back...pushing it...slowly...ope-

THUUUD.

You jumped and froze. Looking around at you, you looked at what could be making that sound, panicking until you realized...one of your bags just fell out of the car seat onto the ground.

Ah.

You opened the door and waved your broom around, not hitting anything but the staircase around. Coming out of the garage, you looked up. The only thing beyond this door was a staircase that led up to the first floor. It was dark and dingy, but then again you did live in a townhouse. You shuddered each time the stairs creaked under you, unsure if out of nowhere, something would just suddenly come barreling down the stairs. So far though, nothing of the sort seemed to happen.

You soon emerged out of the stairwell into the living room. On the second floor (or first, if you suppose), were the living room and the kitchen. Above you were the washrooms, the bathrooms, and the bedrooms on the third floor. You wouldn't be able to tell if you were new though. All the lights were turned off, and all blinds were pulled to block as much sun as possible. You decided you now needed a light source.

Luckily, this isn't the olden days. You reach into your pocket and take out your phone, only to realize the chainmail is blocking it.

Oh yeah.

After finding a flashlight, you turn it on before starting to move around. You first looked around the living room, poking every hiding spot you could imagine with the handle end of the broom while shining a light. Nothing seemed to move or budge though, and after fiddling around for minutes on end, you decide to declare this part of the house clear.

You then went to the kitchen to see if anything was hiding there as well. You doubted anything scary enough would be able to fit into a single cupboard, but just in case you make the check-in every openable space. You showered numerous plates and cups and silverware in the blinding battery light, but nothing else was here. That left only the upstairs to check now, but before then, you decide to let some light in for once.

You turn to the kitchen windows and start fiddling around for the handle. However, the moment you touch it-

Rumble.

You hear a noise from the ceiling. You freeze in place, waiting for your ear could pick up anything again, but nothing else happened. Slowly, you start to turn for your flashlight, but before you could grab it off its ledge, you get PINNED against the window seal. You scream and struggle, but whoever, or whatever it was behind you held you in place easily. You hear one single giggle come from it before a hard object struck right against the side of your neck.

"Agh!" it said. "Why would you wear armor?" It let go and continued groaning in pain, seeming to hold itself in the dark. You moved again to try to open the window, and your arm got grabbed once more. "No, wait!"

"W-what?" You say. You weren't too scared anymore. You can probably get manhandled around still but knowing the chainmail was working was a nice change of pace.

"...use the light switch please."

"But my girlfriend and I don't use lights during the day."

"I can explain," it assured. Deciding it was docile for now, you reluctantly decide to go turn on the kitchen lights, wincing at how much more this is going to cost you at the end of the month. With the lights on though, you can now see that it was your girlfriend the entire time, still in her pajamas and holding her hand over her mouth.

"But why can't I open the window?" You still ask. She removed her hand, showing that 1) she had fangs in her mouth now, and 2) she was bleeding from her gums.

You put two and two together. She tried to bite your neck with her fangs.

Holy shit she was a vampire.

You helped her clean her mouth in the bathroom. By now you had taken the armor off, assured she wouldn't try anything while literally bleeding. A few cotton balls and some tall glasses of warm, salty water, and it was clean, or at least sanitized so she wouldn't get an infection.

"Sorry about that," she said, helping you bring groceries up from the garage. Her words were still muffled as she had a paper towel in her mouth, just in case. "I wanted to surprise you, but I didn't know you would have thought ahead like that." You tell her that she could have just asked you if she wanted blood, but she shook her head. "But it wouldn't have been fun," she said, sniffing the air. "Speaking of blood though, what is that smell? It smells...gorgeous."

Once you both finish getting the groceries up, you open the bags, only to reveal the freshest meat you could buy. She immediately started drooling, getting within inches, and taking large sniffs of the produce. "Oooooooooh, this smells delicious!" She says. Looking at everything before pulling herself back and sighing. "But, you know I'm trying to get off it. I just wish you bought something more...fish, you know?" You were confused. You swore that you also got fish as well. She stepped back, and sniffed the air again, having to focus more before catching the scent of freshly packed sea bass. Her pupils dilated. She grabbed the keys from you and hurried downstairs, coming back up with sea bass in her mouth.

The next two hours were just you two cooking everything. Your girlfriend's nose demanded it. Her vampiric form always ludicrously heightened her sense of smell. She could smell every count of hemoglobin in her body, the amount of ability needed for that makes her sensitive to everything. You quickly found air fresheners scattered across the house for this very reason, seeing them sitting on window seals mist the house with the most basic scent ever.

"I can't believe you staked out the grocery store for months on this," she said, happily taking up scoopfuls of the fish into her mouth. You were pretty sated as well, chewing through the steak. As expected, it was a lot better when you buy it new, but your GF's seasoning really brings the flavor to a new level. Soon, you had finished your plate and were just about to sink into a food coma when she suddenly appeared beside you. You turned up toward her and noticed she was as sleepy as you were. "Wait," she said lethargically, "I really am proud of you, [y/n]. I want to, yawn... pay you back..." She leaned on you, taking a good whiff of your hair. "Besides," she said licking your ear.

"I'm still hungry," she whispered mischievously, "-and you smell...so...so good."

You both put away all the cooking ingredients and washed the dishes. You leaned on each other the whole time, trading kisses like collectibles. You both knew you had to hurry. Bass or steak, it didn't matter. A meal so good demanded the most quality of digestion, and before they knew it, their bodies will shut them down to achieve that quality.

After a slow 20 minutes, you and your girlfriend were pulling yourselves up the staircase. The itis was hitting hard now, each limb feeling like gravel. She was almost frotting against you, an arm around your shoulder so she could keep herself up. "[y/n, I don't think I can make it..." she said, yawning loudly. A few more stares you urged on. By the time you made it, the sleepiness was rampant. An emergency reroute to the guest room was in order, and you both toppled onto the bed, one of you kicking the door closed as you both hit the sheets.

Just the two of us - Grover

call out my name - The Weekend

rip luv - 21 and metro

grapevine - Doov

on time - metro and john legend

From there, you both were on each other. No more was the need to stand on your own two feet. You just awkwardly pulled each other's clothes off and cuddled into each other, kissing and sharing body heat. "I'm gonna, I'm gonna bite you now..." she said breathlessly to you. Heavy-lidded, you hugged her tight to you, running your hands across the smoothness of her back and hips while she traced your arteries with your nose. A hard exhale that made your skin hairs crawl told you that she had found her spot. The feeling of the bridge of her nose was replaced by a sharp point. Two, actually, with the addition of droll that dripped from her tongue down to your neck, only to flow and ooze down onto the bedsheets. Everything made your cock start to throb, pulsing while squished in between both of your bodies.

"Ahhhhh-mmph" She sank her fangs into you. It felt like the needle for a numbing agent. A searing sensation that quickly died down as the toxins in her spit seeped in to the fresh wound. You only had to grit your teeth for half a second, the head rubs given to you helping to relax as she closed her lips around the bite like a seal. Her teeth stayed in you, its edges soaking in the pooling, oxygenated nutrients of your carotid. Left long enough, it felt like a part of you, one of the many organs in your body that needed the cardiovascular system. It wasn't an intrusion. Just a necessary tax as core to you as your brain. It just happened to be connected to your girlfriend of all things.

You could relax.

Your breath was taken away, but it was fine.

And then she started sucking.

You wondered if the reason she was waiting was on so that she could match the tempo of your heart. You blushed as she sucked in tandem, taking random breaks in between to breathe. It felt like suction cups on your neck, taking a gulp of blood with each pulse. The sensation sent chills down your body. You couldn't help but moan, each stroke feeling like a kiss emanating from within your skin.

She seemed to be in approval. She pressed against you harder, reaching down while you were occupied with her drinking. She tucked your cock in between her thighs, feeling something even warmer than her embrace against your head. Before you could ask, she brought her hand back up to turn your head, exposing even more of your neck for a better purchase.

If your neck was stuck at an angle for anything else, you had no doubt you would wake up the next morning with a knot to massage out. However, nothing in your neck had a chance to strain. She sank even deeper, enough to where she began to pull open gashes. Her tongue could go down and lick all the way down to the bone. She could knock right on your spinal cord, causing you to seize up as she took pleasure in tearing open your neck.

And yet, even with pools of blood pouring into her mouth, you still felt fine. You were a hostage to the pleasure, slowly rocking into her hips. Whatever adrenaline she was pushing into you only increased your production of blood. It made your cock feel ridged and thick like a tree, oozing pre under a pussy that had long since gotten wet.

Lost in the sensation, you barely noticed when you slipped into her folds. You let your tongue hang out, panting as soon as the wave of pleasure reached your delirious brain. She was also moaning, her maw shifting around from the vibrations she made. You both started rocking into each other hornier than ever. Her draining became more sporadic, her jaw clenching harder on your neck. The closer you both got to orgasm, the more force she put behind her bite. Right as it was rising right through your urethra, you heard, no felt a hard snap right in your neck. Right then, you went over the mountain, shooting ropes of semen into her passage. You felt her clench as soon as the first rope, milking the rest of your balls dry. From both ends, you could feel your very essence leaving your form. Her toxins were reaching the end of their limits, and at last, you started to fall asleep, the last noises you heard being the aggressive slurping from your vampiric girlfriend...

The next time you woke up, you were in a hospital. You looked outside, seeing everyone wearing coats out on the sidewalk. Don't they know it's summer? You thought, starting to get up but being unable to move your body. You could wiggle your arms and legs, but it was nowhere near enough to propel yourself upright. Taking a closer look around you, you were the only one in the room. Numerous flowers had been left by various people, and the lights were all dimmed.

"[y/n]..." someone said, opening a door. You looked over, seeing a nurse bored out of their mind coming up to the bed. "I don't even know why they make me check, he's never going to..." She stopped talking when she looked up at you. You just blinked, confused about what was happening. It's been only a day, right?

"O-oh my god...OH MY GOD!" They said, dropping their clipboard. "Alright, alright procedure procedure..." She desperately collected herself, getting on the phone next to your bed and contacting more doctors to come in. Rapidly, an entire staff came in, each one as shocked as her to see you not only awake but aware. You had to ask for context repeatedly, but eventually, you were able to get a good answer.

Long story short, you were in a coma the entire summer.

A lot of them mostly described how it was first getting you into the hospital. Your girlfriend explained to them sobbing how there was a nasty accident in the kitchen that opened up your neck, although they put more money in the fact that you got mauled by a tiger. A hospital check discovered two nasty holes that drilled right down into your bone, and put cracks in your cervical vertebrae. To them, however, the most surprising part was how clean it was. All blood was absent, leaving the cleanest procedures of all time. However, the lack of anything to feed your brain shut it down almost completely.

You still couldn't move, but all the staff cleared you for visitation. Immediately, family and friends came over to check on you, hug you (with supervision), and ask about your experiences. All you could tell them was that it felt like sleeping on a Saturday. You waited for your beloved to come, but as the hours wore on, doubt started to creep into your mind. You can quite literally hear your heart start to ache (heart monitor beeped faster) wondering what could have happened to her.

The sun went back down, and soon hospital visitation was closed. Sighing, you turned off your TV and decided it wasn't meant to be. Disappointing, you picked up the remote and turned off the lights in your room. You roll your body over in bed, taking one last look at the moonlight outside. There, a silhouette blocked your view, one very familiar one...

You call out her name, confused but intrigued. It said nothing, but pushed in your window carefully, helping itself inside before closing the pane back. She hurried to you, bringing up a chair to sit right beside your bed.

You call out her name again. Up close, in the dim lights, you could see her smile again. "[y/n]...you're okay," she said, holding your hand in hers. "I can't tell you how sorry I am," she started. "When I came to, you were just limp. I went too far, I..."

You told her it was okay. Maybe later it will sink in exactly how long you were comatose and you'll be angry then. For now, though, you're just glad it all seemed to work out. You motioned for a kiss since you could barely lift your head, but she reared back, nervous to be handling such a fragile frame. "I couldn't...she said. "I've put you through enough..."

You offer an alternative then. You push your index finger against her nose, smiling. Blushing, she sniffed it once. You could tell she was fighting the urge, so you pushed it against her lips, assuring her a finger was alright. Clenching the rest of your hand, she let you coax your finger inside, stopping once you felt something hard and pointy. Two seconds later, a small trickle of blood started to flow past her mouth and down her finger. She climbed into bed and laid down beside you, softly sucking on your finger like a pacifier. The both of you fell asleep, warm in each other's embrace for real this time.

Finally, you can share that food coma sleep you were going to have in the first place.