## Archive-name: Intercourse.With.a.Vampire

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy)

Subject: ARCHIVE: Intercourse With a Vampire

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Path: athena.cs.uga.edu!emory!swrinde!mips!news.cs.indiana.edu!bsu- cs!bsu-ucs.uucp!yang.earlham.edu!jeffj From: jeffj@yang.earlham.edu (And then the Universe stopped.) Newsgroups: alt.sex Subject: STORY: Intercourse with the Vampire Message-ID: <1992Feb16.040836.15417@yang.earlham.edu> Date: 16 Feb 92 09:08:36 GMT

by
Doug Atkinson and Jeff Johnston

[This is the first sequel to our post, STORY: Blood Ties, the revised version of which we'll be reposting soon. Comments are welcome. We are:

JeffJ@earlham.bitnet DougA@earlham.bitnet
JeffJ@yang.earlham.edu DougA@yang.earlham.edu

"She knew, when she felt his lips on her, that there was no other man for her..._if_this_was_a_man_!" - promotion to _Playgirls_and_the_Vampire_

Mom decided that I needed to learn about the vampire subculture. I'd never known they had one, but I hadn't believed they existed until I started turning into one. Right about then my mother the vampire showed up, fucked me blind, and finished the job, so now I'm one too. Frankly, I'd rather've won the lottery, but I was never a day person anyway.
I heard I've been declared legally dead. None of my credit cards worked, and so my life was basically shot to shit. Mom loaned me some money to buy more clothes, since the ones I had were torn up and bloodsoaked, but the only places open after dark around New York these days are aimed at a weird crowd. I found one that aims for vampires and got myself a new outfit, but it's all black. Even the underwear. This is getting a little too weird for me, but Mom says I'll get used to it.
It's a good thing I only have to eat once every week or so. You know those movie vampires that poke nice little holes in your neck? Bullshit. The only way you can get any blood flowing is to take a nice big bite and rip. Mom was careful when she bit me, but that's not easy.
Another thing I found out. Vampire women got it easy, because they can fuck anytime they want. Vampire men can't get it up if they hadn't eaten recently. Mom says that your body basically absorbs the blood into your own blood vessels, and then it gradually gets absorbed. I found that out the hard way, excuse the pun. Mom's definitely a nympho, and she wouldn't leave me alone even when I couldn't get hard at all. She kept insisting that I don't need my cock to keep her happy.
I'm not real sure about hanging around Mom. (I call her that, but I don't really mean it. It's like a nickname, and it's shorter than Jennifer.) She's almost forty, but she looks six- teen, and she acts like a real hyper twelve-year-old with overac- tive hormones. When I was a teenager, this is the sorta thing I had fantasies about; a good-looking woman with great tits who wanted to fuck me constantly. I found out it gets old real quick, though. Mom's a good lay but she's not real deep as a person. That's okay for a one-night stand, but I seriously want to get away from her for a while.
Mom told me about a vampire bar, so I went there. I had no idea if it was any good, but I wanted a break. I'd eaten recently, and I had some cash from the chick's purse, so I took a taxi to Vlad's.

I'd met Mom in just about the sleaziest-looking bar I'd ever seen. This one looked even worse on the outside, because it didn't look like a bar. There was this old parking lot with a few cars in it, and a boarded-up warehouse. Mom told me how to get in, so I didn't have a problem. I got out of the taxi, and went to the old door next to the big spray-painted "Vlad Was Here" sign on the wall. It was old and the doorknob was rusty, but it opened just fine.
Vlad's wasn't a half-bad place inside. The lights were real lousy, but I could see just fine. I'd never seen so many people dressed in black since my grandfather's funeral when I was twelve. Lots of people, or vampires I guess, hanging around the bar, sitting at tables, dancing, that sort of thing. Like most of the bars I've been in, except no human bar had that many people drinking Bloody Marys.
I didn't know quite what to do, so I walked up to the bar and sat down. The bartender was a vampire too; he asked me what I wanted to drink.
"What do you recommend?" I asked.
"Well, can ya drink liquor?"
I'd never thought about it before, so I guess I just stared at him.
"You new or something?"
"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago. What do you mean, can I drink liquor?"
"Some vampires can drink fluids that aren't blood." I imagined Mom going around drinking semen, and it must've shown in my face, so he said, "Anything that can be broken down easy, like alcohol. Or Gatorade, I suppose, but not a lotta people bother."
"Well, give me something simple, then."
He began rummaging around behind the bar, and I began looking around. I saw a human woman sitting at a table; she saw me and started walking towards me.
"Here's yer drink," said the bartender, and I turned around and took it. It was a wineglass, with pale red liquid and a swizzle stick. I took it and turned back to the woman.
She was real good-looking, like a model. She wasn't wearing black, so she really stood out; she had on a short red dress that barely covered anything. If she moved her body right I could see most of her tit, and it looked like she wanted to show off. She had a lot to show off, too.
She reached the stool next to me and sat down. "Hi. I'm Amy." She held out her hand and smiled a little.
"David," I said, and shook her hand. It felt real good to touch someone that was warm, for a change. Vampires might be room temperature, or they might be maybe 90 degrees at the most, but it's not the same thing as a real person.
"So what're you doing here?" I asked. "I thought this place was a vampire hangout."
Amy smiled a little again. "People hang out here too. This place is like a singles bar; it's for vampires that need food, or sex, and people that want vampires to feed on them."
That was real surprising. "Why would anyone...?"
"It feels good. Vampire saliva's like a drug; you get it into your system, and it's pure pleasure. Didn't you notice when you got bitten?"
-Hmmmm...
I hadn't really. I was too confused when Mom jumped me to really think about it, and when she bit me I was mostly a vampire anyway, she just finished it. Maybe vampire spit doesn't work on other vampires. It probably wouldn't.
"Trust me, it's heaven." She grinned and shifted so the front of her dress fell almost completely open. I'd had a lot of that lately, but Mom never really played around, she just got the clothes off and went at it. Maybe I should pick her up and give her a try.
I tried my drink. It tasted like blood mixed with whis- key; I had nothing in my stomach, so it hit me real hard, real fast. That shit seemed real powerful, so I put it down after the first swallow.
"Don't you get turned into a vampire by being bitten?" I asked.
"No, if you're careful, you can build up an immunity. You get changed a lot better if you don't have a lot of blood in you, but I never let anyone at me that's too hungry. Besides, if they're that starved, they have trouble...functioning, anyway." She smiled again.
Well, it was pretty obvious then what the chick wanted. I wasn't sure if I was interested, so I took another sip of my drink. By now my whole body felt real warm, which was a change.
"Vampire men are a lot more...interesting than human men," she said, leaning forward across the table. "I mean, they can do everything a human can do, except go in the sun, and there's a lot of things you don't need to worry about. They never have diseases, and there's no way someone who's technically dead can get anyone pregnant."
She'd begun rubbing her foot up and down my leg while she talked. I finished off my drink, just to avoid saying anything. This chick was _not_ subtle.
Well, what the hell. I mean, what did I have to lose? I was already "technically dead" and she might be more interesting than Mom.
I stood up. "I could use a bite to eat. You wanna join me?"
She stood up, and pressed closer to me. "Sounds good. I'm always up for a little dining."
-Jesus, I thought, what am I getting into here?

We took a taxi back to the hotel Mom and I were staying at. I knew Mom would be gone; knowing her, she'd need to fuck somebody else with me gone, and besides, I'd heard her say she was hungry.
As soon as we got in the room, she grabbed my head and locked lips with me. I barely had a chance to close the door again, because she was running her tongue in between my lips real hard. I opened my mouth, and her tongue slid into it, running along mine. She was enjoying it a lot; she sort of writhed while she dragged me towards the bed.
When we got there, I broke away and pulled my shirt off. The last time something like this happened, Mom tore my shirt in half to get it off me, and I didn't want to lose it this time. She used the break in contact as a chance to drop her purse and slide the top of her dress down so her chest was bare.
Her body was real good, better than Mom's, but I didn't pay that much attention to it, because I noticed something else. All over her torso she had lots of little white scars, maybe an inch long. There were a lot of them on her tits, too.
I didn't get a chance to look much more because she kissed me again. She had her back to the bed, and pulled me down with my head while she lay on her back.
I was sick of women taking all the initiative, so I decided to take some for a change. I slipped off my shoes and began unfastening my pants with one hand, while I started feeling her tits with the other. She broke the kiss and inhaled a lit- tle, and her nipples started getting hard when I touched them, but I stopped real quick. Her skin was covered in those little scars, and it wasn't smooth.
When I broke off, she sat up a little, then looked at me and tugged at my pants. She slid them down past my knees, then reached up and grabbed my underwear. My cock sprang out; I hadn't got used to how weird it looked being pale yet. That didn't seem to bother her, because she wrapped her hands around it and began rubbing it, softly first, then faster. Technically dead or not, that still felt good. I started relaxing for the first time.
I felt her lips touching the tip, but I reached down and pushed her away softly. "No," I said, "just use your hands." Mom always used her mouth, and it got tiring, especially because she has real sharp, pointy teeth. I wanted something different.
She moved her head back, and sped up her hands. I arched my back and twisted my head around as I approached orgasm. She slowed down a little and held me there for a while, until finally I came.
I still wasn't used to how different orgasms were now that I was a vampire. I didn't really need to breathe, so I didn't have to catch my breath afterwards; also, it was strange to have nothing spurt out--I didn't produce semen anymore.
Amy seemed to be used to it, though. She stood up and pulled her dress off the rest of the way. I wondered how much of her was covered in those little white scars, but I didn't have a chance to find out, because she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down on top of her.
Okay, this time I was sure I wanted to take the initia- tive. I kissed her on the mouth, then began leaving a trail of soft, brief kisses down to her throat. She gasped and threw her head back. I would've liked to go further, all the way to her tits, but those little scars threw me off too much. I just moved around a little on her throat, and slid my hands over the sides of her body, which were mostly smooth.
Amy gasped again, settled further onto the bed, and spread her legs apart below me. That was what I'd been waiting for, and I slipped onto her. She reached up and slid my head down to her chest, as we began thrusting our hips together. I didn't really want to kiss her scars, but she was enjoying it. I was getting a little sick of women taking over, though. I began thrusting harder, hoping I'd distract her.
It seemed to have worked. She let go of my head and started running her hands over my chest and shoulders instead. She kept it up for awhile, and then we both got too distracted to do much of anything. She came first, writhing and gasping. I followed soon, but somehow it didn't really seem all that ful- filling.
She'd obviously enjoyed herself more than I had. Maybe I resented that, or maybe I just resented that she'd taken control. I hadn't had much control over my life for the past few weeks, and I'd wanted somebody different from Mom. Maybe I wanted to dominate somebody, or maybe I was just sick of being dominated; hard to say.
We untangled ourselves, and I rolled off of her and onto the bed. She sat up and swung her legs over the side, then reached into her purse and began rummaging around. Finally she came out with a pocketknife, which she opened. She turned her- self towards me, sat with her legs spread on the bed, and said, "Suppertime." I could see now that she was covered with those little scars from her shoulders almost down to her knees; there were a lot more on her chest and near her crotch. I couldn't see how close to her pussy they got, but I could figure out how she'd got them now.
Before I could stop her, she reached down and made a cut on her inner thigh, maybe an inch below the hip joint. It started oozing blood slowly. I just stared at it, because I couldn't believe she'd just done that.
"Well?" she said, in a sort of husky voice, "Aren't you going to have some?"
I got off the bed, walked over to her, and grabbed her arm. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"I wanted you to drink my blood. I know you don't have long fangs, so I had to make my own wound..."
The blood was dripping onto the sheets, and making a mess. I wasn't really hungry; that drink at the bar had filled me up enough. Anyway, I didn't really want to feed off of her. I know that what she wanted, and I thought I'd wanted it too, but now that I'd had sex with her, I didn't really want to drink from her, too. I mean, the people I'd eaten from so far (both of them) had died with their throats torn out, and although the woman I'd killed the second time had been cute, I couldn't see them as sex objects.
"Amy, I'm not really hungry now. Why don't you bandage that up, and maybe I'll eat you some other time."
She stood up facing me. "David, I thought that's what you wanted."
"Sort of, but I really don't want to eat now. Can't you wait?"
She stomped her foot angrily. "Dammit, I didn't come here for just sex! Come on, drink my blood!" The blood wasn't really flowing now, but it'd made a real mess.
"Amy, I'm _not_ _hungry_. Get that through your head." I sat down and pulled on my shorts and pants.
She grabbed the knife and made another little cut on her wrist. "You owe me something! DRINK!" She grabbed my hair and shoved her wrist onto my mouth.
A little went in, but I sputtered and forced her wrist away from my mouth. "Amy, what the hell's the matter with you?"
"I want you to drink me, dammit! I mean, sex is nothing compared to being drunk. I _need_ you to drink me!"
It was pretty clear that Amy was in serious need of help. "Amy, I don't want to and you can't really make me. If you really _need_ it, find another vampire. I don't like just being used for my spit."
She twisted her wrists loose, leaving a long smear of blood on my palm. "I don't like being used just as a piece of ass! I mean, I gave you something you wanted, can't you do the same thing?"
I grabbed my shoes and began putting them on. "Amy, you enjoyed the sex too. What would I get out of drinking you?"
"I was only fucking you so you'd do this!" she screamed. She was really pissed by now; she had her hands on her hips, and looked like she wanted to drive a stake through my balls or something.
I grabbed my shirt and stood up. "Amy, get this straight. I don't owe you anything. I'm leaving now. If you really need spit that bad, get dressed and go back to the bar. Otherwise, get dressed and get the fuck out of here anyway."
I pulled on my shirt and went to the door. It sounded behind me like she'd stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Mom was standing outside. She was locked in a heavy kiss with some tall guy who had his hand up her tank top. I didn't care what I interrupted right then, so I said, "Mom, there's a seriously fucked up chick in there. Either get rid of her or do something perverted with her, but I want to get the hell away from here."
Mom didn't say anything, so I just left.

I wandered around in Central Park for a while. I kinda hoped someone'd try to mug me, but no one did. It gave me a chance to think.
I didn't really like being used. Amy'd only wanted me for my spit. (That sounded really weird, but it was true.)
So what did I want from her? A little sex and someone to push around a little. I wanted to treat someone the way Mom treated me, but I chose the wrong person. How was I different from her?
Thinking like this depressed me, so I prowled a bit more and started thinking again.
I wanted sex, she wanted to be drunk from. I'd got sex, and hadn't given her anything back.
Except a pretty good orgasm, from the sound of it.
This wasn't accomplishing anything either. I lurked in the shadows for a few minutes to kill time, then sat down on a bench and rethought.
Amy's twisted. Anyone who cuts themselves like that must be seriously screwed up in the head. I shouldn't care how she feels.
Except that my saliva would've stopped the pain, and made her feel better, and what would I've lost?

Obviously, I wasn't going to work this out just by prowl- ing and lurking, and I probably wouldn't work it out real fast. I had a feeling that staying with Mom wasn't helping things any. Something in my life was seriously thrown off, and I needed to fix it...but I couldn't see how.

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