A Big Night by John Texanon V2

A Big Night
(this time posted correctly oops)
By John the Texanon

It was a big night for the townspeople of Stannisville and Erren, each Harvest's End the two towns came together to hold a large festival in the forest that separated the two towns from one another as a way to celebrate a centuries old friendship. According to legend, the people of both towns held great animosity towards each other stemming from the human Errenites fear of the lesser vampires of Stannisville. However, an especially harsh winter forced the two neighboring towns to cooperate with one another, since they were too secluded from anywhere else. Following that rough winter, the townsfolk decided to open trade with one another and to cooperate to avoid future issues. This cooperation led to the two towns celebrating the end of the harvest season together, a celebration that you are planning on attending with your friends and family tonight.
Your name is Dirk, you are a somewhat tall young adult farmhand from Erren with short messy light brown hair and a set of piercing green eyes. You spent much of today relaxing, all of your chores were easily finished as the bulk of the work had already been done over the course of the past few days in anticipation of tonight's celebrations. Currently, you are bathing yourself in a nice warm tub in your family's sizable house and are excited to party all night with your family and friends and meet up with some of the people from Stannisville that you have met over the years. You stretch your well built arms above your head, sighing contentedly and smiling to yourself. Figuring that you're clean enough you eagerly rise from the warm water into the steamy room, and take a moment to admire your physique, which you have honed over several years of tough work in the fields, in the foggy bathroom mirror. After breaking away from your own ego, you begin to don your nicest clothes, a fashionable black leather overcoat with some comfortable dress clothes, which have been recently retailored to fit you the best they can.
After freshening up, you make your way outside and head to the town center where to meet up with some of your friends so as to head to the party together since it is getting late in the afternoon. After a short trip from your family's farmstead, you make it to the center of town where many people that you know are already gathered. You almost instantly notice some of your friends helping some other townsfolk load up one of the pack mules with delicious foodstuffs and kegs of strong mead, and so begin heading over to help them finish preparing for the short trip. Sadly you do not reach your friends unharmed as your younger sister, who arrived before you did, jabs her elbow into your side and calls you a loser as you try to pass. Being the responsible adult here you simply ignore her and keep on your way, jovially asking "Whats up?" as you near, despite the pain from the near mortal wound inflicted on you.
Following the final preparations and some catching up with your buddies, you and your friends embark towards the large celebration grounds between the two towns. A sizable chapel manned by a single elderly priest is the only building at this clearing in the dense forest separating the neighboring towns, making it the perfect place for celebrations since any priest that takes up that position is likely to be just as uninhibited as the average partygoer on Harvest's End anyways. Journeying to the clearing takes maybe an hour as you walk at a leisurely pace along with the entire population of Erren. The trip is relaxing, even with the anticipation of an all night party burning inside you, due to the slightly chilly breeze gently swaying the bright orange and yellow leaves that coat the trees along the path and the beautiful contrast with the light blue sky as Mitre's yellow moon slowly gleams low in the late afternoon. Eventually, your excited group reaches the massive clearing where tables and canopies are already being set up by those that arrived shortly before. Also flowing into the clearing from the opposite direction are the Stannites, shading themselves from the setting sun with the help of umbrellas and thick clothing. Seeing these vaguely familiar pale faces, you chuckle to yourself as you yet again think "They must burn easily" after seeing their attempts to avoid the harsh light of the setting sun.
You and your friends join in with the others and start preparing tables, lanterns, and all sorts of other necessities for tonight and possibly the next few days as well. Jovial laughter and loud conversation fills the clearing and upbeat music starts up as the all night celebrations kick off. You can barely hear one of your friends who is standing right next to you talk about his plans for the night due to all the noise of the quickly intensifying party all around you. While there isn't a rush to fill up your plate out of fear of the food running out because of the several ovens, stoves, and large fire pits that dot the perimeter of the clearing, there is still a small but densely packed crowd around many of the tables. You slowly make your way through the crowd of people to try and gather up a small plate of appetizers and maybe a light drink to start the evening off with, but even with your slightly above average height you are still being bumped into by the excited partygoers. Having acquired a small plate of apple pastries you decide to move on to somewhere less populated where you can eat with your friends. However, before you can move even 3 steps away from the table, you are set upon by someone about half a foot shorter than you as they trip in the crowd. Luckily for them, they manage to catch themselves by grabbing onto your waist and their head is safely planted in your crotch instead of roughly face planting in the ground.
Some chuckling is heard as people notice the two of you, locked so tightly together. You would have already helped, however you are keeping both hands on your plate of pastries to avoid accidentally dropping it from some clumsy movement of the crowd of people all shifting in the low light conditions. You can only look down in shock at the lithe and pale skinned yet heavily blushing and heavily pierced lesser vampire as it tries to pick itself up as your dick hardens against the vampire's cute face. You stop staring when one of your friends pats you on your shoulder and raises his eyebrows suggestively as he leaves you alone to meet up with your other friends who have already left the crowd. Managing to break away from guarding your precious apple treasures, you reach a hand out to help the clumsy vampire up before proceeding to hold its hand as you walk out of the crowd so it doesn't trip and hurt itself accidentally.
Eventually you manage to disentangle yourself from the others while keeping both the pastries and the vampire safe from any further accidents. Reaching a fair distance from anyone else, you turn to the quaking vampire in tow behind you and ask if it is okay, to which it replies in a shaky and effeminate voice: "D-d-don't let go of my hand p-please."
You listen, not having much of a choice you figure as you have a moment to notice the death grip the vampire has on your hand. Thinking for a moment, you decide that the small candlelit church is your best bet to help calm down the visibly anxious vampire and begin walking what you assume to be a her towards the church. Since many of the partygoers were preoccupied with acquiring food and drink, or simply spending time with one another, your trip to the propped open front doors of the church devoted to Mitre was entirely uneventful. Figuring that no one could feasibly need to pray that badly, you kick the pieces of wood holding both doors away for some additional privacy. Reaching the closest set of pews, you set your plate of pastries down before helping the anxious vampire sit down gently and then take a seat next to her. Wrapping your arms around her and gently holding her to your chest, you attempt to soothe her. Having had to let go of your hand, she now is tightly latched onto you with her arms, burying her head in your shoulder. Eventually after a few minutes of holding each other she stops shaking and her breathing becomes more normal as her panic and embarrassment subsides.
Gently caressing her sleek black sidecut hair, your chest burns hotly as you feel her petite figure pressed comfortably against your body. Having calmed down from her panic attack, the vampire looks up at you and gives you a moment to analyze her looks clearly. She is extremely cute, her pale skin untouched by sunlight clashes with the deep red blush of her cheeks, her thin black eyeliner, the crystalline glow of her blood red eyes, her several facial piercings, and her black medium length sidecut that covers her left eye and ends just below her jaw. She is dressed in a thick black sweater, thin tight pants, and shiny blacck leather boots. Her piercings, at least the four you can currently see in case she happens to have more under her hair or clothes, are all matching red metal. The matching set of piercings consist of an eyebrow barbell on her right eyebrow, a stud in her right nostril, another stud in her right earlobe, and a bar through the top of her right ear. "Hey!" She exclaims, pulling you out of your attempted staring contest, before continuing on by asking "Are you going to stare all night long, or is my handsome stranger planning on introducing himself?"
"Ah, sorry, I'm Dirk, what's your name cutiepie?" You manage to respond.
"Just call me Lex, I'm the one who should be sorry, I fell on you after all."
"It's okay, as long as you are feeling better now."
"I'm really not good with crowds so I really shouldn't have been so eager anyways. But speaking of eagerness, I felt something of yours pressing into me after I landed on you."
"Ah geez, sorry about that."
"It's nothing to be ashamed of, it's nice and big after all." She moves onto your lap while she says this, and you feel your dick against her butt as she sits on you, grinning mischievously.
"In that case feel free to feel it to your heart's content." You flirt.
"I could feel it much better if it was out of your pants." She flirts back and then leans in close and gives you a peck on the cheek.
At a loss for words in the excitement, you run your arms down her sides and begin feeling her tight black silk clad thighs as she slowly repositions herself all the while showering you in short kisses. Her kisses continue on to your neck and chest as she moves off of your lap steadily before stopping her barrage to kneel on the floor in front of you. While she slowly moves down you and onto the stone floor, you begin undoing your pants and then pull your sizable member out as she kneels in hungry anticipation. "Just relax" Lex says as she begins slowly rubbing you off with her smooth feminine hands.
You lean back into the pew and close your eyes as she attends to your need with both hands, teasingly she licks a drop of precum off your tip and exclaims "These taste so much better than I thought!"
"Taste it more then." You reply, almost moaning as her warm mouth begins enveloping your dick.
You begin stroking her hair gently as she sucks and licks the top half of your cock. Lex's teeth gently nudge your member when she goes too rough, so she seems to try to stick to just licking and teasing the tip without going too deep. Lex stops sucking for a moment and you look down to see her undoing her pants as well, before pulling them down to reveal her crimson panty clad erection. Lex being a guy turns out to only make you harder so you decide to just go with it as he pulls out his small hard dick and starts to touch himself before he leans back in and continues servicing you with renewed vigour. Lex moans into the tip as he quickly fucks both you and himself, and you place your hand on the back of his head and gently press down to urge him to go deeper. Complying, he fills his mouth with your cock and eagerly sucks you. Lex's soft effeminate moans serve only to excite you more as he blows you expertly.
Sharp fangs periodically poke your sensitive dick as he roughly sucks while his moans intensify. His deft hands are making sloppy, lewd noises as they run quickly over both the base of your dick and over his smaller dick as he hunches over. Feeling your orgasm building up, you hold his head down as he continues sucking and moaning loudly in the empty church. His moans reach a climax as he begins coating the floor underneath the pew in his seed. Pushed to the edge by his slutty moans, you also start cumming. Lex's warm mouth fills with your cum and even when it leaks out of the side of his mouth he keeps sucking on you to get every last drop of cum from your balls as vampirically possible.
Swallowing your load with a loud gulp as he pulls off your now softening dick, he makes sure to lick up whatever drops slipped out of his mouth before resting his head on your thigh with a satisfied smile. Both of you take some time to gather yourselves, looking into each others eyes as the ecstasy fades. After some time, you and Lex start doing your pants back up. Lex stands up and brushes some dust off his knees, then tugs on your arm to urge you to get up. You hug him tightly as you stand up, and plant a kiss on the top of his head as he buries it in your chest. "I love you." You whisper.
"I love you too, Dirk" he replies, somewhat muffled by the tight hug.
"Did you want to head back out to the party now?" You ask after holding him quietly for a few minutes.
"Yeah, I want to introduce my parents to my first boyfriend who gave me an awesome first time just now" He responds teasingly.
"Going to describe how you sucked me off?" You tease back.
"Yeah, and they'll say 'Gee Alex, we are so proud of our son taking his first Dirk dicking'" He says before bursting into laughter with you.
You grab his hand for the second time tonight, and lead him back outside to the festival, eager to meet your boyfriend's parents.