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Even a job as a research scientist could get boring,
although Alyssa would never have believed that in college. Her mind kept
wandering to times when she had been so bored and miserable in high
school. The times she had felt like nothing would go right again.
The feeling hadn't exactly returned, but she wanted more excitement. She
had seen all kinds of movies and had thought that the "heroes" of the
stories had been incredible fools to turn away from romance and fantasy
when it had been offered to them. They almost always opted for the
ordinary.
She looked out the window. The night was cool but not too cold and the
moon was just a sliver from being full. A walk would cheer her up she
decided. She pulled on her full length leather coat over her jeans and
shirt. She belted it tightly around her waist and breathed in deeply. All
those dime store horror books had gotten one thing right; it was
definitely possible to taste the night. Alyssa started walking briskly
down her driveway and around the block. As she rounded the corner, she saw
him.
He was leaning against the lamppost. His snug leather pants, belted tight
around his lean waist, showed off every muscle in his long legs. His loose
button up shirt matched his pants; dark deep and black. The kind of black
that you could fall into and get lost in. All of a sudden, despite the
cool night, Alyssa felt as if she had too many clothes on. Her jeans that
had been so comfortable a minute ago were now too close and itchy. Not too
mention damp she thought to herself.
Then he looked toward her and she was able to see his face. The smooth jaw
line and high cheekbones; the soft, perfect lips that curled into a smile
when he saw her. He turned and started walking. As if he had spoken aloud
to her, she heard the words; "Follow me."
She eagerly obeyed them.
His boot heels clicked on the cold pavement as he turned down a darkened
alley. Without a moment's hesitation, Alyssa did the same... and came face
to face with him. He reached out and took her face in his hands. Suddenly
she knew his name was Claude and he was from France from a town called
Lutece. Alyssa knew she had heard the name of that town before but she
couldn't possibly care now. Now all she wanted was this wonderful strange
Claude to show her if European men really were better at screwing around
than AmAlyssans.
Claude slid his hands down her back to her butt and squeezed lightly,
pulling her against him. She moaned and looked into his yellow-gold eyes,
losing herself in their silver flecks.
Claude pulled her further into the alley and she saw a small door through
which he led her. Inside there was almost no light. Claude pulled a
lighter from his pocket and started to light the many candles that were
scattered all over the room. Alyssa sat down on the bed that was there and
soon it seemed bright as day. Claude lit the last candle and turned toward
her.
There was an animal's need in his gilded eyes as he crawled across the
mattress like a panther stalking it's prey. He pulled off her boots as he
reached her feet. Pushing her coat aside, his hands slid slowly up the
inside of her legs to her crotch and up the line of buttons that fastened
her jeans. Straddling her legs, he unbelted the coat and opened it. He
then moved down again and began to pull at the button of her jeans with
his teeth. One by one they came undone and Alyssa reached down to run her
fingers through his fire red hair. He looked up at her and her scientist's
eyes noted the unusual fact that he had no freckles like a redhead should
have had.
She grinned at him and pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her coat as
Claude got her jeans and pants out of the way with an easy tug. Leaning
forward, she put her arms around his waist and pulled him up against her.
Rubbing her hips against his she pulled his shirt back off his shoulders
and began to kiss and run her tongue over the smooth pale skin and then up
the side of his neck to underneath his chin.
She smiled as he leaned his head back moaning. He sounded like the animal
he had looked like. Then she gasped. His canine teeth were extending down
into two inch fangs. The heat between her legs increased as she realized
what he was and she rubbed her thighs up against the insides of his. He
had bent backward almost double over her arms and now he flipped back up
and tackled her to the bed with inhuman speed. He's used to a fight,
Alyssa thought.
She grinned and took him off guard by tightly encircling his waist with
her legs. His golden eyes, now tinged with red, looked at her in wonder
then his smile broadened again and he leaned down to her stomach. As he
unbuttoned her shirt he let his tongue trace a slippery wet path up her
flat belly and she put her hands behind his head, arching her body up. She
felt his sharp fangs on either side of his tongue against her stomach and
breasts as he licked off the salt sweat accumulating on her body.
Unhooking her bra, he licked around the nipple of one of her breasts
before sucking hard. Alyssa moaned and twisted herself so to present him
with the other nipple which he sucked at and played with as his hands
roamed over every inch and crevasse on her body. He touch was electric and
just when Alyssa thought she could stand it no more, she grabbed his face
and lifted it to her own, laying kisses on those prefect lips.
She slipped her tongue between his lips and ran it up along Claude's and
then back against the roof of his mouth. She let it curl around one of his
long, smooth fangs before letting him pull back. Sliding her hands over
his unnaturally cool flesh she could feel his muscles, hard toned under
his pale skin.
Reaching for his pants she found an even harder treasure yet. She rolled
over on top of him and straddled his waist, pinning him to the bed. He
raised one eyebrow in a playful expression as she pulled her own shirt
from her shoulder then proceeded to strip him as well. Every horror book
she had read about vampires not being able to get it up could go to hell
in a hand basket as far as Claude was concerned.
She licked her hands well, watching Claude's sharp eyes hungrily follow
her tongue as she slowly licked up and down the length of each of her long
fingers. She began to rub her wet hands up and down Claude's long thick
cock. Rub then squeeze, rub then squeeze. He tensed under her and let out
a deep throated moan. She ran her hands over his whole body, exploring
everywhere before pulling him into a kneeling position in front of her.
His hands were on her butt now and slowly moved down between her legs
where you could have drowned an army. Alyssa didn't want an army, though.
She wanted Claude, every gorgeous inch of him. As if reading her mind he
pulled her closer and using his knees to spread her thighs apart, easily
slid into her. Weak with pleasure, Alyssa would have toppled over if
Claude hadn't been so strong, holding them both upright. He bucked his
hips, jamming himself deeper and deeper inside her.
Alyssa felt her muscles start to contract and clench around him. Please,
Claude! she wanted to scream. More, MORE! He jammed into her up to his
balls and she hit the most incredible orgasm of her life; pleasure so hot,
so burning, so intense you could almost mistake it for pain. Claude buried
his head in her hair against her shoulder and crushed her body to his own.
After a minute, he pulled out of her, but Alyssa wasn't done with him yet.
Pushing him down to the bed, she pinned his arms down above his head. She
knew he had the strength to resist her, even to throw her against the
wall, but he put up no fight and let himself be held down. Alyssa pressed
her breasts to his stomach and rubbed them up the length of his body. Her
rock hard nipples tracing along his ribs. She blew her warm breath against
his chest like a feather's touch and moving slowly back and forth, she
moved up to his neck.
His moans drove her wild as she bit down on the soft skin. She felt him
swallow under the pressure of her teeth. His muscles flexed against her
hands as she held him down; she felt his lean body writhe under her own.
With one more hard nip to the underside of his chin, she remounted her
demon stallion. Not all at once, though. Never all at once. She lowered
her hips letting just his head slide into her before pulling up.
Lowering herself again, she came down on him and let him have a little
more. Claude squirmed and howled; he was more than ready for her. With a
sadistic smile she lowered her hips once more, still only letting him have
a little more than before. Then without warning, she sat down on him,
driving him deep between her legs. Releasing his wrists, she tickled the
soft furry sack between his legs then squeezed. Claude arched his back up
from the bed then reached down to let his fingers explore her; tracing the
mouth of her pussy where it was stretched around him and tickling her clit
ever so lightly that it drove her senses mad.
Holding her waist now, he let his hips rise and fall rhythmically. She
came again, better than before, only Claude came with her this time,
laying back his head and baying like a wolf as he pumped into her. Claws
she hadn't noticed before shredded the sheets and mattress on either side
of them to shreds. The candlelight glinted off his razor fangs as he
lithely rolled over onto her almost faster than her eyes could follow.
He pulled out quickly and jammed himself into her again and again until
Alyssa thought she'd gone to seventh heaven. He nestled his face against
her shoulder and pulled her up vertical against him as Alyssa leaned her
head back and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and head in return.
Alyssa lay back against the bed, wonderfully exhausted, as Claude withdrew
from her. There was a strange shine to his eyes that started to make her
hot all over again but she was tired. So tired. Again as if he had spoken
aloud, she heard; "Ma chere, ma chere. Sleep you need now." She watched
the candlelight through Claude's fiery hair and her eyes came to rest on
the thin trickle of red from the corner of his mouth. She fell asleep.
When she awoke it was daylight and she was lying on her sofa. She went to
the hall mirror and looked in. There she saw two small pairs of sores over
the carotid artery in her neck. So that wasn't a dream! She went through
the day walking on air. Unable to wait for nightfall, she retraced her
steps to find Claude's alley, but she hunted in vain; Claude had been
careful not to let her notice where he had taken her.
As night fell, she sat down under a streetlamp in despair and began to
play with the little pebbles at the side of the street. The sound of a
barking dog made her look up and she saw Claude standing just out of range
of the light. Without a word, she walked up to him and, putting her arms
around his neck, kissed him full on the lips. When they finally parted,
she suddenly remembered where she had heard of the town Lutece before. It
was a very ancient name for Paris.
"Take me back to Paris with you," she whispered.
Claude looked at her in disbelief. He sent a thousand images to her mind
about what it was to be like him and what she was asking. "We'll have
forever," she said with a greedy lusty smile that promised so much more
than the tip of the iceberg they had seen last night. Claude grinned and
released her. He walked off a short way, then turned, looking at her
playfully.
Infinitely warmer and more loving than the first time she had heard it,
the voice in her mind said, "Follow me, ma chere."
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