Chapter 2

My blunt honesty had shocked Hazel, but she stared at me and smiled.

“Traitorous bitch. I understand your lack of restraint. Are you able to stop feeding once you start?” I glanced sharply at her. The question had caught me off guard.

“Of course, I’m not a mindless fiend Hazel. We vampires can choose how much we take from our victims. Some like the kill. I only fully drain the wicked, that’s why we have the mind capabilities we do, so we can tell how evil someone is. But if I am near death and require the blood to heal it is harder to stop.”

I hoped she was out of awkward questions. The sunrise was coming and I needed to rest. I looked over at Hazel and my wetness spread heavily throughout my underwear, I had to remove them soon, they’d drive me nuts otherwise.

“You must be thirsty,” Hazel said, as she looked at me from under her lashes. Slyly her eyes slipped over my body, caressing it in places I wished her hands were. I stretched out.

“Its too close to dawn to hunt for the scum of the Earth. Tomorrow night.” I smiled and lay on the couch. “Please don’t open the blackout curtains while the sun’s out. I’ll burn up quite quickly.” I enforced before settling down.

“You should feed, Kalliope. Got any in your fridge? It won’t gross me out, I promise.”

“I am fine, thank you, good night Hazel.”

I smelt a faint trace of steaming blood as a mug of AB negative materialised under my nose, exactly 37.1°c. My fangs elongated on their own. I took the mug and drank it down, AB neg was my favourite, of course, it had to be one of the rarest vintages.

“Thank you Hazel. That was perfect.” I said as I finished. She vanished the mug and we slept.

The sun was sinking below the horizon as I woke from my slumber. Another steaming hot mug of blood next to me, O positive this time. And one other thing. Hazel straddling me, in her underwear. I knew the panties would match the bra, I smiled inwardly.

“So I was sitting here all afternoon trying to wake you, you really are dead when you’re asleep, aren’t you?” She waved it off, carrying on, “Anyway, I was sitting here and I was watching you and the more I looked at you the more I wanted to feel your ice cold hands on me. I’ve been sitting here, on top of you like this, for five minutes. But I don’t want you to drain me… so drink the blood first.”

It was my turn to be shocked. I lifted her with one hand and sat up properly, re-adjusting to support my back with the arm of the couch. I put her back on my lap.

“Don’t get me wrong, sugar,” I started, “But this is a little weird. Its not everyday a hot, talented witch wants to actually talk to me. Let alone want me to fuck their brains out.” I picked up the mug and drank it down in one long swallow. Licking the excess blood off my fangs with my tongue as the mug vanished again.

And then Hazel kissed me. Licking the blood off my chin with her tongue, she teased my lips open and her tongue entwined with mine. Sharing the blood as she kissed me deeply, with fangs out and all. The kiss became deeper, rougher and more urgent. The desire welled in me and my pussy started to moisten at the thought of all I wanted to do to her. My hands traced her sides up to her breasts encased in their green lace trappings. I tore the bra away, she protested but I silenced her with a sharp smack on the ass. She gasped, but she wriggled on top of me. Trying to connect her cunt with some part of me. My fingers found her nipples and started to roughly roll them back and forth building the pressure while she moaned into my kisses. I lowered my head and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, the sharpness of my teeth excited her as I dragged them across her aureola. My hand reached around her back. My fingernails scratching red welts down her back while she arched into my mouth. Gagging me on her beautiful tits. My other hand kneaded the breast that wasn’t in my mouth. The hand I had behind her back flicked toward my dark wooden four poster bed, the ropes extended out of the frame and I stood easily with Hazel’s long, white legs wrapped firmly around my waist and approached the bed.

I could feel the slickness of Hazel’s desire seeping through the thin lace of the panties that would never have kept me out. The smell of her juices made me hotter and more desperate to hear this little whore witch screaming for me. I slammed her against one of the posts of the bed frame at the foot of my bed. My left hand finally touching her pussy lightly through the lace of her panties. I felt her fingernails enter my flesh and then I felt my blood seeping down my back. At some stage she had removed my top, and my pants were undone as well. My right hand grabbed her by the throat and I stepped back, holding her vertical with my right hand while I ripped her panties off with my left. I flicked my left hand and the ropes snaked along the top of the frame and wrapped themselves securely around her arms, ensnaring her. I let go of her throat, flicked my right hand toward the base of the bed and more ropes snaked across and held her legs open for me. She looked worried now, slightly fearful. I could smell it on her and I loved it. The blood-lust sang as I looked at her naked hanging from my bedposts, her pussy glistening with her desire for me. Her smell intoxicated me. The sex and fear mingling with her own sweet scent. But through all the fear, she looked at me with such lust that I nearly came right then. I swiftly entered her viciously with my fingers then. Driving them hard into her straight away. She bucked against the palm of my hand, grinding herself harder onto me, while I started to slide three of my fingers in and out of her pussy. My fingers dripped heavily with her slickness. I added a fourth finger after she stopped writhing as much and was used to my quick, vicious thrusts. My mouth found her nipples again and my other hand was pulling her head back by her hair. But I was careful not to put my mouth to close to her neck, I’d end up feeding deep if I did that. Soon, I worked my mouth down, leaving little bite marks down her front. Not deep enough to draw any blood. But marking her as mine and warning other vampires away from her, my Scent would cover her by the end of this night. Everywhere.

I reached her pussy and started licking rhythmically with flat strokes from her slit where my fingers still pounded, slower now, upwards ending by flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. And swirling it around before starting back at her slit and repeating the motion over and over until her breathing deepened and she started crying out for me.

“Oh god Kalli, please I need more.. open me up. Mmmnhh… god please give it to me.” My mouth spread in a grin as I sucked her clit slightly now every time I reached it before restarting again. Intensifying the tingling she felt spreading all over her body, I heard her heart start beating flat out. I felt her body open slightly more to my hand. And I slid my fist inside. The tightness around my hand was incredible as her pelvic muscles spasmed around my fist, registering my presence and craving it. I slowly and slightly moved by hand back and forth. Sucked deeply on her clit and she came all over me. I lapped up her juices as I slowly, carefully, removed my hand, easing down to three fingers as I drove her toward another climax, riding her last one out.

“Just fucken BITE me already!!!” Hazel cried as she neared her second climax. I resisted trying to pull back but she pinned me with Craft, holding me there while she rubbed herself against me. I flicked my left hand and the ropes gave way. We crashed down onto my mattress. I tried again to raise my head. I was so close to biting her and I was worried I’d never stop drinking if her blood tasted anywhere near as good as her fucking orgasm did. She flipped me over quickly and smacked me in the face.

“Goddamn it, Kalli. Fucken BITE ME NOW!!!” She hit me again, slapping me right across the face, she yanked my hair viciously back. If I’d been human she might have broken my neck with the force she used.

“Do as I command, Vampire. BITE ME AND FEED FROM ME! I grant thee permission.”

And I did. Oh fuck did I ever. My fangs grew slightly longer and I clamped my mouth right over top of her clit and felt my teeth tear her flesh, just above the beginning of her pussy lips. I tasted the delicious, metallic tang of her sweet blood trickle down my throat before it gushed right down into me. My sharp nails dug into her ass as I held her on my mouth and she groaned as she came again. The blood mingling with her orgasm juices coating my entire mouth and throat with the taste of her life, and the cinnamon was there. It burnt a hole right through me. Waking up my entire body. Filling me with warmth and then… I was bound. Hands behind my back and the sweet, sweet blood had stopped flowing. But I could still taste it in my mouth, I smelt it in my nostrils. I was drunk on it.

And fuck, I was so turned on. I was so close to orgasm I almost whimpered for her to touch me. I could feel my own juices dripping down my slit onto the bed beneath me. It coated the inside of my thighs. The blood, her blood, Hazel’s blood was down my chin I could feel it mingling with her sexual juices in my mouth and on my skin.

My voice was hoarse, the blood thick in my throat still, “Hazel? Hazel, are you OK? Did I hurt you? Are you alive?”

“Oh Goddess, yes I’m fine. I was waiting for you to come around from the feed a bit.”

She was next to me. I opened my eyes and was suddenly very aware of her hands on my hips. She was pinning me on my back, my hands tied behind me. Uncomfortable, but strangely sexy. Her hands were wrapped around something I couldn’t quite see.

“I found this in your drawer.” She mused. “So I’m guessing you like it. Its big though.”

She carried on conversationally, as she slowly stroked my clit. My legs were under me as well I realised. I was starting to become fully aware after the feed. And I wasn’t just tied, I was hog tied. Hands and feet together. I couldn’t help myself. I tried to arch into her touch, but it hurt and she laughed at me. Oh fuck yes, I thought to myself, I love this little witch.

“You’re very wet, you naughty little vampire whore.” And she slapped me, a bulls eye, right on my clit.

“You’re getting punished tonight. You took a shitload of blood from me, you fucken bitch.” And she slapped my face. My pussy tightened and I whimpered as she slapped my clit again. Her fingers cruelly twisted my nipple and the pain shot through me like lightning, electrifying my cunt and forcing me to arch painfully against my bonds again. But they were strengthened by magic. And they held as I strained while she beat me. I bled from the whippings and I loved every single moment of the delicious pain she put me through. I loved the way my blood smelt mingled with hers, I loved the way our blood smelt mingled with our sex. Then she readied herself with my strap-on. I felt the pressure of it entering my pussy. Slowly she worked it in and out again, staying shallow and not entering me fully. She stroked slowly into me. Her mouth enclosed my nipple as she finally thrust deep into my pussy. I was so wet it went in easily. My pussy hungrily swallowed its length. Gorging on it. Hazel slammed me hard. Back and forth, but she slowed every time I got close.

“Please,” I begged. “Please Hazel, drive it deeper inside me. I need it harder.”

She withdrew almost completely, sitting back on her thighs. Looking at the very tip of the strap-on inside my cunt. Then she reached forward with both her hands and viciously pulled on my nipples at the same time. I jolted and she forced the big strap-on into my pussy. Burying it in my depths and I came hard. Riding it for all I was worth. Until I collapsed exhausted.

Hazel flicked her hand and my bonds came off. She crawled into my arms as the dawn light began showing through the top of the windows. I flicked my wrist and the blackout curtains around the bed closed. I was protected from the sunlight now. However they were sealed tight, there was no leaving for Hazel today. We settled down together, to sleep through the day. Hazel pulled the covers up over us.

“I still get cold, you know.”

“Fair enough,” I yawned. I wrapped protectively around her.

“Maybe this demon hunt can wait a couple days.” Hazel said as she fell asleep.

“Agreed.” I had better plans for this little witch.