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Blood. Blood everywhere. So pungent and warm and fresh. The lights flickered in the rain of red that showered from the ceiling. The beat pulsed in a mockery of a heartbeat in chase.
Frank was sure his body was doing things without his permission.
Leave it to Mikey to know of a place like this, a vampire club, with live performance and live prey. Never had he expected to be showered like this, like royalty, in the sweet ambrosia that kept him alive.
He closed his eyes and tilted his face up, desperate for more of the blood. Luckily the stream seemed endless, and he fed, for the first time without thinking about where his sustenance had come from. He ignored the faint screams of terror he could hear under the loud pumping of the music. It was easy to pretend they were part of the song.
Vampires and humans all around him danced and drank and were drank from. It was mesmerizing and Frank felt as if he were in a trance. His dick had been stiff since the first hint of blood in the air. He must have cum at least once already, his boxers moist and sticky, and Frank pretended it was more blood on his body.
Several of the vampires and humans alike had started taking off clothes, so Frank joined and shrugged out of his t-shirt and moaned as his chest was splattered with hot red droplets of the finest cuisine Frank had ever had.
A human woman sidled up close to him. She was fully nude, large breasts bouncing with her dance moves, a modest bush matted and sticky between her legs. She looked as high on blood as Frank. She giggled as she towered over him, breasts pressing against him as she leaned down to whisper in his ear: “You should drink from me.”
Frank was immediately frozen in horror. He knew, he'd seen it happen around him, he knew humans came here to be consumed by vampires, although not all vampires killed their prey. But he'd never- Not since- He couldn't-
The woman cooed as she watched his internal struggle. “It's okay, gorgeous. It's not my first time here, and it excites me every time to know it could be my last night. I would love to go out in ecstasy. I have long since lost everything dear to me, so please, don't feel bad. I didn't think you were a young vamp, but you must be, right?”
The woman's voice was high and clear, underlaid with amusement. She had gorgeous frizzy curled hair that was matting down in the rain of blood. She was absolutely stunning, curvy and big, huge rack and great ass. Frank wouldn't mind choking between her thighs. But her words were so sad. Frank's empathy pinged relentlessly and he gathered her in his arms.
The woman cried out in glee and easily exposed her neck. Frank moaned appreciatively before he leaned in and exposed his fangs, the feeling of his teeth lengthening still strange and macabre to him, but instinct took over swiftly and his fangs sank deep into the woman's neck. The woman shook in pleasure as her blood rushed to the wounds and filled Frank's mouth with the most exquisite flavor.
Frank drank greedily for a couple of seconds, but the blood he had already consumed limited his thirst, so he stopped when the hunger abated and licked the wound closed. The woman trembled under him, her toes curling, her muscles tightening, and then Frank smelled it, smelled her delightful scent rising up from between her legs. Frank growled and yanked the woman to the side of the room.
He displayed her on the conveniently placed latex-covered mattress, pushing her legs apart to drink in her poignant deep scent. He grinned when the woman looked up at him in surprise before he dove between her legs and licked thick stripes between her folds, moaning at the delicious taste of woman on his tongue, so different now that he was a vampire.
The woman cried out and pulled on his hair, writhing against his face. Frank didn't mind at all. Her taste was so much richer than he remembered pussy being. Before he was turned, he had always thought it tasted weird, a bit sourly, the smell reminded him of freshly cooked meat, it had been an experience every time he went down on hook-ups and girlfriends. He never complained, much too focused on getting his girl off, but the taste and scent had been a lot for him to deal with back then.
Not anymore. Now, the scent and flavor revealed much deeper layers of pure life that made him mad with desire. He desperately wanted to fuck the woman, he wanted to eat her out, he wanted to consume her whole. The woman seemed very on board with everything so far, still moaning and crying as she writhed against his tongue until completion again.
Frank moaned helplessly as his mouth was flooded with more of her pure taste, and he couldn't stop himself from sinking his fangs into her thigh to combine her sex with her life, the combination of flavors enough to make his dick throb.
“Please,” Frank begged. “Please, may I fuck you.”
The woman, tears still dripping from her eyes, nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes, fuck, please, hurry, hurry! Get inside of me!”
Frank, ever the gentleman, immediately listened, moving faster than ever and thrusting into the woman in but a second. She screamed and stretched out on the mattress. So submissive and willing and everything Frank could ever want and more.
Frank groaned and started moving in and out of the woman, taking it slow, really letting himself feel the slide. She was so fucking hot around his cock, it almost felt like she was burning him. She looked so good too, blood still dripping thickly from the bite wounds on her inner thigh, her cunt deliciously wet and squishing with his every movement. Her tits pooled down the sides of her chest but were voluptuous enough to still make these perfect mounds on her chest. Her face was tilted back, revealing the long line of her strong neck, something Frank hadn't noticed before now, but she was strong, so very strong under her softness.
“You're beautiful, you're perfect,” Frank whispered and leaned down to press kisses and little snack bites all over the woman's belly and tits and neck.
She made encouraging noises, crying out and moaning with Frank's increasing movements, pleas dripping sensually from her lips. Frank was losing his fucking mind in her. They moved together with increasing urgency, her walls pulling him in desperately while he fucked her faster and harder, both chasing the peak that neared ever closer.
“Please, please,” the woman begged.
Frank moaned and folded over her, hips moving faster than humanly possible, pulling screams and more pleas from the woman's lips. “Yes, fuck, please,” he whimpered before screaming out as his orgasm crashed through him.
The woman's voice was all he could hear, her sounds of ecstasy guiding his trip back down to earth. He rolled them to their sides and slipped out of her. The woman hummed pleasantly before opening her eyes and looking deep into his. She giggled and cuddled closer, her bright brown eyes enchanting in the low light of the club. Frank felt like he might be in love.