You and Her

>She loves to bring you along on her feedings.
>Her favorite stop is a farm out in the country.
>It's a lovely place that's far from town.
>According to her, vampire families have used it for centuries.
>The farm is so well kept, modern, and fancy that you believe her.
>She pays the farmer, a well dressed, fit man, in shiny coin.
>He leads you both to a cozy paddock out in a field.
>Inside, the walls and floor are lined with tarp.
>In the center of the paddock is a tall, chestnut stallion.
>She looks at it with naked, predatory interest.
>She thanks the man and he leaves with a nod.
>The door closes behind him with a thud.
>You know what comes next.
>She starts stripping, pulling her shirt over her head.
>She didn't wear a bra tonight, and her nipples are rigid.
>You want to suck on them.
>She pulls off her pants and underwear and throws the bundle of clothes to you.
>You catch them gamely and step back as the show begins.
>The horse capers nervously at her approach.
>She's a different animal when she's "hunting."
>Her posture shifts to something dangerous.
>Her motions become inhumanly quick and smooth
>She's salivating, fat droplets falling from her fangs.
>She drops to all fours, on her hands and feet like a beast.
>The horse throws its head, whinnying.
>A fatal mistake.
>She leaps, uncoiling like a steel spring.
>She hits the stallion like a cannon blast.
>It goes down effortlessly, her fangs buried deep in its jugular.
>The horse is dead near instantly, its neck snapping in her hands.
>You watch it all unfold, and thrill at the sight of her feeding.
>The sounds she makes stir something primitive in you.
>You want her.
>Tiny rivers of red run down her chin, spattering on her heaving breast.
>Her pale skin s thrown into stark contrast by the spreading gore.
>She's latched on tightly, suckling furiously, moaning hotly.
>You step closer, marveling at her ferocious appetite.
>Her eyes are shut in ecstasy, her face distressingly cherubic.
>You've kissed that mouth currently sucking the blood from a dead horse.
>Felt the razor edge of her long, sharp fangs.
>Pricked your tongue and felt her quiver.
>Some dark part of you wants to tear her away from her meal and kiss her right now, blood be damned.
>Almost as if reading your mind, she parts from her prey for a moment, lapping at the wound.
>Her tongue writhes, and you feel your spine tingle.
>Her eyes crack open and she catches sight of you staring.
>A wicked, lascivious grin creeps over her face.
>She sinks her fangs back into the corpse, her eyes taunting you.
>You hear her rhythmic swallowing as she settles in to finish feeding.
>By your estimate, this particular meal should last her a month at least.
>Longer with minimal activity on her end.
>The animal looks smaller and paler than when it was alive.
>You don't know where she keeps it all.
>The feeding lasts for quite a while, and she savors every moment.
>She also takes every opportunity to tease you.
>She's louder than usual, and she doesn't need to wiggle like that either.
>Finally, after what feels like an hour of standing and staring, she lifts her head with a gasp.
>She pants wetly, her mouth hanging open, droplets of crimson falling from her fangs.
>You're about to speak when she catches your eye over her shoulder.
>The predatory glint is already fading, replaced by something warmer, but no less hungry.
>You find yourself transfixed as she pulls back from her meal on hands and knees.
>Blood cakes around her mouth, face, neck, and chest.
>She hikes her perfectly round, smooth buttocks into the air, and makes a small, wordless noise.
>You need her.
>No more waiting.
>You set her clothes aside, far away from the bloodless corpse.
>You tear off your shirt and throw it against the wall.
>Your pants and boxers are off in record time.
>She's grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear.
>You fall to your knees behind her, caressing a milky white globe.
>She growls low in her throat, waving her ass at you, tempting you.
>Parasitic, little minx.
>You pull on her hips, sandwiching your rod in her ass.
>She yips before giggling delightedly.
>She loves it when you take control.
>You reach a hand up and grab her by the nape.
>You squeeze it hard, and she moans like a wet bitch.
>She looks at you over her shoulder and makes a show of licking the red off her teeth.
>You huff at the sight, giving her neck a firm push.
>There's a second's resistance where it feels like you're trying to move a mountain.
>Then she relents, allowing you to press her blood smeared face into the tarp.
>Still giggling giddily, she lays her arms to her sides, grinding her rear against your groin.
>You reward her with a hard smack across a pale cheek.
>She shrieks, hands flying to her face as she redoubles her efforts.
>She's bouncing against you, driving you wild.
>The fresh blood of her prey is pumping through her, leaving her invitingly heated.
>You pull back, a hand on her rear to still her as you line yourself up.
>She feels you prod her entrance sinks her teeth into the tarp, whining expectantly.
>She's fantastically tight.
>It takes an effort to make your entrance.
>But you feel her yield around you, and she's yowling like a cat from Hell.
>You're halfway inside and you feel fit to burst.
>The tight, wet embrace of your immortal lover never fails to utterly destroy you.
>Her yowling changes pitch until it's a throaty growl.
>She starts pushing back in earnest, forcing you deeper.
>You grab onto her hips desperately, mind half gone.
>Finally, mercifully, you hilt yourself in your ravenous monster.
>Her face is contorted in pleasure.
>She's biting her lower lip, drawing blood, exciting her further.
>Her eyes are rolled back.
>She's clawing deep gouges in the floor.
>A vibration travels through her from her head to her toes.
>You feel it pas from her to you, shaking you like a leaf.
>Then she starts moving, and you struggle to find the strength to join her.
>Slowly at first, you rut with her.
>Adoring every agonizingly beautiful second of penetration.
>The tempo rises, the sounds of your melded bodies echoing through the paddock.
>The steady, rhythmic clap of flesh on flesh.
>The wet pounding of lovemaking.
>It's a screaming, hammering frenzy at its zenith.
>At some point, you start pulling her hair, all but demanding she look at you.
>Her eyes are wide and wild, full of animal lust.
>Her mouth hangs open in an endless cry of pleasure.
>Her hips ache from impact after impact.
>You feel the dawn of climax swiftly approaching.
>One hand tangled in her hair, you swing an arm beneath her and pull her up.
>Face to face, you kiss her as a man starved.
>Like it's the only thing keeping you alive.
>She reciprocates with reckless abandon, her tongue coiling with yours like a serpent.
>You bury yourself inside her one more time and that's it.
>You scream into each other's mouths as your seed purs into her.
>A violent eruption of love floods out of you both as your scream carries on.
>It feels like it lasts for eternity.
>Then, with a final, shuddering end, it's over.
>You both collapse to the floor, utterly and completely spent.
>Wrapped in each other in a tangle of limbs.
>Still kissing.
>Still tied.
>It takes until well after midnight and into the very early morning for you two to calm down enough to think straight.
>But that's then and this is now.
>You can worry about tomorrow tomorrow.
>For now, the entire world is just you and her in that moment.
>And that moment feels like it can last forever.