What We Suck Besides Blood Ch. 04

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Without my VIP room to go back to, I'd need to find a new place to sleep during the day. Something impermeable to light, comfortable, and ideally close to groups of people in case I woke up hungry. I roamed the city a while without much luck, fearing the oncoming dawn. Finally, I reluctantly settled for the basement of an almost-abandoned tenement building. It was possible I'd have competition from bums, but a quick flash of fangs usually drives them away from both me AND the bottle.

I lay down moodily next to an out-of-order washing machine and slept, and in my sleep, I dreamed of the past.

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He had been the most incredible fuck of my life, the one who Delivered me. My existence hadn't exactly been great up until I'd met him.

Born to a mid-level aristocrat during Victoria's reign I'd lived a humiliating life stuffing my enormous breasts into corsets and mostly staying indoors, away from the staring eyes of the outside world. But try though my father might to keep me from a life of ill-repute, the young and old men would not stop calling. Finally, just after my 18th birthday, I finally gave in to the advances of a handsome young duke's son and let him see what I looked like without a corset.

My father walked in as I was having my very first, gushy, squirting orgasm. As it turned out, my body liked sex a great deal, and as soon as this information was conveyed to my brain, years of hard-locked depression fell away in an instant. Sex was incredible and I wanted more of it. I didn't even care who I'd have to hurt to get it.

My father, however, was not on board with this plan and banished me from his house and home. I journeyed as far as I could. While the propriety of the time did not allow me to legally spend money on my own, a flash of either coin or cleavage was currency enough to see me to France, and there, I found myself working beneath the cruel tutelage of a pimp named Adam Smith, which was fitting, given that he was quite the entrepreneur.

I became one of his star attractions, and for five years I fed my endlessly hungry cunt a steady diet of cocks in all shapes and sizes.

Or so I thought.

It was a late-night caller who came to me in my private chambers. Normally, Johns picked me out of a lineup of other less impressively endowed girls, but this one strolled right in.

He was gorgeous. Tall and lean with a perfect pale complexion and long dark hair he wore in a braid. He couldn't have been a nobleman with so scandalous a style, yet the wealth he held was evident in his dress and manner. Who was this caller?

"Bon Soir, beautiful. Are you the one Mr. Smith said had breasts like overripe cantaloupes?"

I scowled. Adam was seriously selling me short.

"You tell me." I purred, leaning back and pulling my blankets down, revealing the pendulous pair that had made Smith a fortune and kept a roof over my head.

His eyes went wide a moment as he took them in.

"He sold you short!" the man said, echoing my thoughts perfectly. I smiled.

"So, how much time did you buy with me?"

"All of it, my little strumpet. I am going to fuck you better than you've ever been fucked, and then I am going to kill you with nothing but pleasure still in your mind. La petit mort, followed by la actual mort."

"But... but why?" I asked, horrified.

"Because this is my Obsession, Power, currently manifested as perfect acts of carnal desire followed by perfect deaths. It is the dance I will play out as long as I walk this earth. It sustains me."

I thought on this a long moment, and formulated a plan.

"Let's get it on then, stud. If you're going to be my last fuck, let's make it count!"

He scowled. "Usually there's more fear involved."

"Yeah, well, sorry, I guess," I said. Then suddenly I was on my knees before him, greedily attacking the lacing on his trousers. I couldn't help but gasp at what flopped out of those, and in response he couldn't help but smile.

"Mon dieu!" I hefted the great limp member in both hands. It was the first I'd ever seen that could fit two while still soft. I looked up at him, and said in all earnestness, "now I see that it is a kindness you kill who you fuck. It would be cruel to give this to a poor whore like myself and then take it away forever. Better I be dead!"

And then I was sucking it, selfishly slurping the thick member so that it curled and ground into my cheeks, tongue flicking all over it, tasting the head, the shaft, the cumslit, swirling around the glans, tracing every vein and surface. It was an odd thing, his cock was curiously cold, yet it was somehow a cold I found as pleasant as warmth.

He groaned, hands bunching up in my long locks of hair, but not really guiding my head; he wanted to see what I could or would do of my own volition. I applied all my artifice, hard won over the hundreds of men I'd lain with, testing different kinks and perversions to see what made him react the most. This strange and gorgeous would-be killer was getting treated to the works of years of experience and craft.

I spat his dick out, still semi-soft and admired its now dripping, glistening length, already bigger than any other cock I'd admired. Seizing its root I began to flagellate myself, alternating slow rubs of that prodigious and potent prong against the smooth skin of my face to punishing myself with it in long wet slaps, battering my own head around with his dick. He looked almost afraid, clearly amazed, here was a madness he'd never witnessed.

It was my tits next, his cock was near hardness and I used that rigidity to really smack the poor girls around, laying into the vastness of my titflesh with his cock like it was a club, making the humongous boobs jiggle and ripple, swaying around my chest in wild orbits, the drool I'd left his cock coated in staining my corset-killers in straight thick paths that portrayed his huge club of a cock in glistening paint.

Then, as though to show him I meant business I slapped the fat fuckstick between them and used my arms and hands to gather them around, bobbing my torso back and forth to give him the titfucking of his life. He howled in surprise and glee as I worked, changing things up from a steady bounce into what I can only describe as a sort of general mauling of his tremendous tool with my tits, I'd grind one against the base of his shaft and the other against his tip from opposite directions, then change it up. His was the first cock I had ever seen large enough to protrude from the top of my cleavage and I took full advantage of this, sucking his now iron-hard cockhead while I bashed the rest of it around between my boobs.

He seemed less and less in control the more down to it I got and I took advantage of his seemingly weakened state, shoving him back against the bed so he abruptly sat, cock thumping his muscled stomach and chest from the momentum. I put my hands on his thighs and got low, tasting and teasing at his dangling balls. I would come to see bigger in my life, but at the size of large eggs these were a challenge. I swabbed my tongue all over them as best I could, and even let them enjoy a few minutes between my slobber-soaked sacks of titmeat, but I was not yet sure of how to suck them in these proportions.

But he was not complaining, not when I licked all the way up and down his cock, attacking every side of it with my tongue. Not when I greedily tongue-lashed his nuts a second time. Not when I let that tongue flick dangerously down his taint, and especially not when I spread his legs wide and let my tongue polish away at his ass. From the way he gasped and clenched I could tell no woman had ever done this for him before, and I was a little proud of the reaction I got out of him.

For all my skill, I could not yet deepthroat, but he did not complain when I tugged his dick into a straight line and impaled my wanton mouth on it, gagging harshly on the wideness of him as he violated my throat, or, rather, I violated my throat with him. He seemed beyond action as I gagged and gargled and gurgled him deeper and deeper with each harsh bounce of my head.

"GLURCHGLURCHGLURCH!" Was the only sound in the room for what seemed long minutes, but I was finally forced to pull back, gasping for breath, and in my least ladylike moment a loud belch.

"Hibbuh, gwa, hngh!?" he managed to say.

"Shut up and fuck me," I intoned, spreading my legs wide and straddling his giant drool-covered organ. Even with the shower of lubrication my hungry cunt was belting out and the impressive coating of slobber, this cock was a rough ride. I didn't so much slip the head inside myself as let it batter me apart, my turn to gasp as pleasure shot through me, his gargantuan girth working almost like a ram, one that let all the good sensations in once it had crashed through the tightness of me.

"OH FUCKING FUCK ME! FUUUUUCK!" I wailed, again, so ladylike as he began to pump his hips, eager to let his hulking hammer taste more of my cunt, claiming inches at every thrust of his prick. I moaned louder and louder, fingers clawing at his back as he and gravity teamed up to overfeed my cunt, some pain making me hiss as it bottomed out at my deepest depths, shockwaves of punching pressure reaching my poor ovaries.

But if this was to be my last fuck, I would not go gentle into that good night, oh no.

"Come on you coward, FUCK ME!" I screamed savagely in his face as I climaxed, the messy splattering orgasm puddling between us, dripping from his balls, running down his legs.

"Challenge accepted." He said coldly back, finally seeming to have regained some sense of his self. He lifted me high, and, without ever leaving my cunt spun both of us so that he was on top of me, my legs spread wide around his hips as he began to really go to work. He fucked like the supernatural thing he was, the speed of his hips becoming a blur, the cruel depths of his thrusts hurting in almost equal measure to the unimaginable pleasure he was bringing, it was like my organs were reshaping to somehow fit all of him.

He fucked and pounded and drilled away, and my cunt became a thing almost separate from myself, a white-hot beacon of pleasure that burned away all the layers of reality and left me floating inside myself. At first there was nothing but sound, the marching-drum slap of his pendulous testicles swatting my ass, the squelching wet noises of my cunt receiving him, sucking at him as he withdrew, the drip of liquid, though whether it was my sweat or the juices he was blasting from me I could not be sure. Then it was like I was snapped back to reality as he growled, the slap of his balls ceasing as they bunched tight to his body, his teeth becoming fangs as he let loose completely pumping his hips harder and faster yet, thick salvos of boiling spunk flowing into me.

I could feel every spurt, not just as it erupted and coated my inner walls, but even as it traveled up his cock, the long journey from his balls through his cum-channel to the exit a rippling sort of sensation that eked another orgasm out of me with every blast. I was smiling and sobbing at once as he finally pulled his still-spurting cock out and lewdly spattered my tits with his load, growling and groaning in ecstasy.

He finally collapsed next to me, fighting for breath. At that time I didn't realize he didn't need to breathe, and didn't understand just what a flattering compliment it was that I could draw his mortal instincts out of him just by fucking him.

"So," I panted back, "how are you gonna kill me?"

He thought a long moment. "I'm not."

"Well, I don't need you to pay either, handsome. That was incredible."

"I'm not going to kill you..." he said, fixing me with a look, "A talent like yours deserves to live forever. I am going to Deliver you into a new eternal life."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Can you stand?" he asked right back.

"Shakily."

"Come here, beautiful." He drew me by my hands to a standing position and walked me over to a mirror.

"Repeat after me, while looking at your reflection."

And then he fed me the lines.

"I, Eve Delecroix, renounce my life in the name of eternity on earth, oblivion beyond it, and obsession that will transcend both. I offer in exchange my blood, my reflection, and my soul. Deliver me into Rebirth."

As I finished intoning these words, he swiped a single finger against the reflection of my neck in the mirror, opening a vast wound. I put a hand to my own neck and found it quite unharmed, even as the mirror-me bled, and thrashed, and ultimately fell out of view. I felt quite faint and collapsed.

When I awoke, I was Reborn, a fledgling vampiress.