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The Fearless Vampire, Part 2
By Poison Ivan



By Poison Ivan

_Warning! The following work of fiction contains 
descriptions of sexual activity between humans and vampires. Some of it
kind of gross. If you are under the age of 18, this story is not for you.
_

I'm dreaming, dreaming of nothing, and it is cold.  I am
so cold.  My stomach hurts, I want to vomit, but no, I
won't.  I open my eyes.  No, I am not dreaming.  I think I'm
awake.  And she is beside me, the heat of her is amazing,
she's burning up, and I am so cold.  I touch her with my
fingertips, feel her heat, she is naked, her skin is pink,
like a baby.

I shiver.  She just lies there on her back, staring up,
blood on her mouth.  Lord, Is she dead?  My heart rushes at
the thought!  But no, she looks so alive.  Her beautiful
breasts all pink like pillows for my head.  I roll towards
her--ow!--pain shoots through my crotch!  I don't dare look
at myself there, at the wounds in my pussy.  My neck bite is
not bleeding at all, in fact, the blood is gone.  Did
Darlene clean me up?  Or did I just imagine it?  But it
hurts, a painful ache, I did not imagine it at all.

I lay my head on her breasts and feel the heat against my
cheek, breathe the sweat of her soft skin.  I want to sleep,
to close my eyes and sleep, but I love the heat of my
Darlene.  And her big dark nipples.  I press my nose against
the nipple and it stiffens up.  I kiss right next to it, all
around it, and it strains, hugely, sticking up like a
child's thumb.  I put my mouth over it and suck.

I taste something!  Is she lactating?  A tinge of
something, metallic and thick and hot.  But barely a
trickle, I nip the rubbery nipple with my teeth and I get
another taste.  I bite it harder and the flow starts, a
continuous flow.  I suck and chew, and the hot liquid fills
my mouth and I swallow, and it is hot--_very_ hot--down my
throat, heat fills my belly and heat spreads through me.
The cold in my body eases and I suck and swallow again, and
the heat spreads, all the way to my fingers and toes.

I drink deeply at my lover's breast, the beautiful heat
fills my body, and a warm dreaminess fills my head.  Ah, I
could do this forever!  I want to be close to my Darlene,
and I feel stronger now, I can move, I crawl up on top of
her, press my bare skin against hers, she is still so hot,
her heat penetrates me, and I look into her open eyes,
black, blank, unblinking.  Does she see me?  I kiss her
brow.  Her long dark lashes are lovely, and the fold of the
lid.  The staring eyes, so black I can't see the pupils.

Her lips are full and red and speckled with blood.  I
lick my thumb and touch a blood spot, and it smears away.
Her lips part, just a crack, and I kiss them, soft and warm
and lovely.  I lick her face, cleaning the blood.  I am her
puppy, licking my master's face.

She is clean, her face ruddy and inert.  I kiss her lips,
force my tongue in her mouth, run my tongue across her
teeth.  I hold her face and kiss her hard--oh, my love!--I
look into her dark eyes, staring, and I kiss her again.  I
force my knees between her thighs, feel her fiery pussy
against my leg, she is so hot!  Can she feel me?  Do I
excite her?  I kiss her, deep, over and over, nuzzle into
the warmth of her neck and kiss her neck.  My fingers
flutter across the hollows of her collarbones.  Does she
like this?

I draw my hands down to her breasts and brush across her
nipples.  They are straining fabulously.  I flick my fingers
across them a few times, and move around to tickle her
breasts, underneath and along the sides.  I hold them, one
in each hand.  I want to kiss them again.  I suck the tip of
her chin, then down, with my tongue, down her neck into the
hollow at the top of her breastbone, then down, slowly,
between her breasts.  The heat is heavy and heady.  I
squeeze her breasts together with my face between.  They are
lovely.  I lavish them with kisses.

I chew and suckle the other nipple, and feel her hot milk
fill my belly and heat my body.  I feel strong now, very
strong, which is good, because I need my strength.

Why do I need my strength?  I'm not sure, but I know for
sure I need it.  But for what?  My Darlene is strong enough
to protect me, I've never seen a creature so strong.  But
then she stares so passively--she looks so empty.  Could she
save me in case of danger?

Perhaps I need my strength to please my love.  I am here
to make love to my Darlene.  The greater my strength, the
greater the pleasure she will feel.  That is something to
use my strength for!

Or perhaps _I_ should be protecting _her_.  She is so
vulnerable like this.  If I am strong, I can repel anyone
who wishes to damage her.  A rush surges in my ears.  Would
someone dare harm my Darlene?  Am I strong enough to protect
her?  I feel weak.  I am stronger, but not strong enough.
Darlene's milk can not make me the guardian she deserves and
needs.  I am so inadequate!

But I must do what I can.  I get up and check the doors.
They are still locked, so there is no immediate danger.  The
pain in my pussy is bad, but not unbearable.  I can walk
without difficulty.  I gather the courage to examine myself.
Two short tears at the top and to the side.  What is under
there?  If the wounds were deeper, what would be damaged?
There's no bleeding, just yellow-pink flesh showing inside.
I press with my fingertips.  The gashes close up, the flesh
sticks, and there are just the two parallel cuts in the
skin.  If I'm careful, I think they will heal.  Should I get
stitches?  It doesn't seem necessary.  They should heal by
themselves.  I can barely see the wound at all.

I straighten up, pull myself erect, and a dizziness hits
me.  Dark swirls, and I reach out for balance but I can't
find anything to hold and now everything is black.  Black,
black, I can't see a thing.  I hold myself steady, steady,
careful Virginia, wait for it to pass.  It's really dark,
but now I see something, just a hint of light, the darkness
fades, the light returns and I can see again.  I breathe
deeply, and breathe again.  I reach out for the back of a
chair.  I'm O.K. now.  I'm just fine.  The darkness is gone
but I'm woozy.  But maybe I'm not as strong as I thought.

Even so, if they want to kill my Darlene, they'll have to
kill me first.  I'll put up all the fight I can muster.
Pretty Darlene, all pink and sleeping.

I go to her and lie down on top of her hot body.  I kiss
her soft lips.  Do I feel her breath?  Maybe, but I'm not
sure.  A moist heat exudes from her all over, it's like her
whole body is breathing.  I love the feel of it against my
tits and thighs.  And that lovely stench.  I lift her arm
and press my face into the hairless, stinky armpit.  I
breath deeply--whee!--my head reels!

I suck her nipples again, but I can't get much milk from
them.  Still, I love Darlene's big breasts, I love holding
them and kissing them and sucking them.  I love the way her
nipples expand in my mouth and the softness of her skin.
And most of all, I love that she enjoys it.  Although she
doesn't move a muscle, I know in my heart that she loves the
way I touch her breasts.

But I know something she would love even more!  I've
never given a woman head, but for my Darlene, I would do
anything.  I only hope I can do it right, that I can give
her an orgasm with my mouth.  If I can give her an orgasm, I
know she will love me more!

I kiss down her tight stomach, tongue her belly button.
I'm feeling hot now, flushed.  Her pussy is just a few
inches away, and I can't wait to kiss her there.  I stroke
her thighs with my fingers, and gently push them apart.

I rub my lips through the sparse black hair, and the
smell wafts up and my heart thuds hugely in my chest.  I
feel drunk, excited and warm and drunk.  I sweep my head
back and forth, skimming my lips over her mound, feeling the
coarse hairs on my lips, down slowly until I feel her
swollen clitoris against my lower lip. I gather up spit in
my mouth, my tongue dripping with it, and I push against her
clit, lick it up and down, curl my tongue around it.  I suck
it with wet lips and drown it with saliva and suck it some
more.  It stands up like a soldier.

I move around and get between her legs.  I can see her
entire cunt now, all right there, red and wet and swollen
all over. The lips puffy thick with excitement.  And there's
a dark stain at the bottom, deep red-brown from her vagina
and down towards her anus.

She's menstruating!  How sweet!

I nuzzle my face up into her sweet cunt, run my mouth and
nose and cheeks around in it.  The blood is interesting, I
want to look at it some more, but she's so soft and hot and
her glorious stink, and I kiss her on the pad of each outer
lip, one side then the other, teasing her, and I kiss her
clitoris some more, but I want to see the trickle of blood
again, I want to go back to it, I want to taste the blood of
her curse.  Her pussy is so sweet, but I'm drawn to the
blood, and I lick down these fleshy lips, slowly, wetly,
until my tongue settles into the rim of her vagina.

Her taste is exquisite, bitter and musky with a coppery
bite.  I swirl my tongue lightly in the opening, and she
opens up, just opens right up and a muscle clinches, and hot
sticky liquid flows out of her, right onto my tongue, and
it's bloody stuff, I can taste the blood in it, and it flows
into my mouth and coats my whole mouth, and I swallow.

Oh!  Christ!  It _burns_ in my throat, scalds my throat,
I can feel it burning all the way down and my stomach wrings
up in response to the burning liquid, and I hiccup, and
another mouthful of her bloody discharge is filling my
mouth, where did it all come from?  I press my mouth up
hard, I don't want to miss it, and I swallow it, the burning
hurts!  My stomach jerks and leaps and a searing heat is
radiating out into my body, I'm burning up, sweat pours out
of me, every pore is open and I swallow another mouthful of
her, and her body is jerking under my mouth, she's cumming,
there's stuff gushing out of her cunt, into my mouth and I'm
swallowing big mouthfuls of it, desperately, I don't dare
miss any, and the burning heat is shooting through me,
through my legs and arms, even my skin is burning, and my
own cunt is on fire too, and I swallow again, I press my
mouth right up over her cunt and suck the caustic goo out of
her, it's incredible stuff, and a fire burns up inside me,
radiating from within, shooting through me as I suck the
fountain of blood from her beautiful cunt.

I have to stop, I can't take any more.  I pull off her
with a smack and gasp for air.  What's happening to me?  I
feel like I'm about to explode, there's something happening
to me, there's something in me, it's in my blood!  It's
coursing through me, burning into my veins and I shake
myself, shake my arms and legs.  Blood floods out of
Darlene's cunt, a pool of dark red staining the floor, a
hemorrhage.  I can't stand still, I stand up and shake
myself.  My body feels like it's growing from within,
filling me up from the inside.  My skin isn't big enough to
hold me.  My pussy wound is bleeding again, blood trickling
down my thigh, but it doesn't hurt, not even a little.  I
grab myself in the crotch and intense pleasure shoots
through me.  I'm cumming, oh God, cumming hard!  Oh!  I
double over with the pleasure of it, I can barely stand it,
oh!  It's good, it's good!

I love it, I love it, but it stops, finally, my climax
stops, I'm breathless, and I feel enormous, tall and 
broad-shouldered, and blood is there between Darlene's legs,
wasted on the floor, soaked into the carpet, and I go down
and drink it, sucking it out of the fibers and licking it
from Darlene's cunt.  I'll never get it all, what a fool I
am!  How could I let this blood go to waste!  But an
incredible strength builds up in me, springs tensing inside
my muscles.  I need more of her blood, and I suck it up
desperately, and Darlene is responding now, her body
responds to my touch.

I swing around over on top of her and grind my cunt down
on her face.  I need Darlene to please me too, to use her
mouth on my cunt.  I bury my face in her cunt and suck her
up, twisting my head in and driving my tongue right up her
vagina.  Darlene groans with pleasure, and her mouth finds
my oozing wound, her mouth is on the old tears, sucking my
blood into her mouth, as I suck her heavy menstrual blood
into mine.

We drink deeply of one another, sharing our most intimate
thing, our blood, and my heart and body spirals up and my
head reels dizzy dizzy swirls and our hearts throb together,
I can feel her heart, my pulse feeds her, hers feeds mine,
our blood mixes together, our hearts beat together, her
blood pounds in my temples, our hearts drive each other's
heart, and we are just one, one being driven by two bursting
hearts.

Ah, oh God, here it comes--oh!--a huge spasm in my cunt,
hard, brutal--and another!--I scream out--and I twist off
with the power of the clinch and I flop off--oh!--an
explosion!--rocks me.  Did I scream?  This feeling, this
feeling is incredible--oh God!--the delirious joy I feel as
this amazing climax pulses through me.  With each ecstatic
throb, I feel myself growing stronger, more powerful.  My
body!  My joyous body!  The power in me is bursting into me
from within, so strong I can't control it, and I try to
stand up but--ugh!--Christ!--my convulsion knocks me to the
ground and I can only thrash with the rapture.  Thrashing
with a joy as I turn into something I wasn't before.

The throbbing finally diminishes, slowly, beautifully.
My body is delirious with pleasure, and I feel myself begin
to recover.  My thighs are trembling, I can barely breathe,
but I think I can stand up, I pull myself erect.  The power
continues to grow in me, and it seems like I'm expanding
still.  I look at myself.  I tingle, all over, tingling
inside.  I'm aware of my body like I've never been aware
before.  I swear I can feel every artery, the blood swishing
through my veins.  The sound of my own blood.  And I can
sense my nerves, my organs, I can feel the hormones injected
into the blood stream.  My muscles are all individual
things, each one growing stronger with each passing second.

My clit!  I can't believe my clit!  It is hugely swollen,
five times bigger than before!  Nerves tangle and fill the
enormous thing, it's hyper-sensitive, and with a little
flick my pinky--oh!--I'm cumming again!  Oh sweet Jesus!  I
love this!

It's over, I fight it off and my cum is over, my own
strength is overpowering me, I need to _do_ something, I
need to jump, and I jump, powerfully, the air swishing in my
ears, nearly clear across the room.  My back and my legs
throb with the excitement of the exertion, and I jump again,
swinging my arms and crashing them down on an end table that
is suddenly before me, and it shatters under the blow.  The
splinters of wood under my fist is shocking, did I do that?
This is wonderful!  I love the violence of breaking wood!

And there is something else, a feeling I get, a feeling
of people crowding around me.  They seem to be everywhere.

I check my pussy wounds again, where Darlene had reopened
the cuts, press my fingers against the two open tears.  I
don't like the marring of my body and an instant of hatred
for Darlene rises up.  How can I punish her?  I wish the
flaws were gone and I rub them--

Oh my!  The cuts are gone!  They are just gone!  One
minute, they were there, the next, not a trace.  Just
smooth, flawless skin.  Did my touch do that?  Did I do that
to myself?

I quickly try a mole on my arm, and with a touch it too
is gone.  Ha!  I can't believe it!

I am still growing, I can feel it, but not as fast now.
Something amazing has happened.  I feel capable, capable of
anything, anything at all.  The limits of my old body have
melted away.  I feel _powerful!_  I feel _invincible!_

I look to Darlene, who lies in a dazed stupor on the
floor.  She is awake, but she is not completely aware of her
surroundings.  She seems so small there, I can't believe she
seems so small.  She used to be so strong.  Has she changed?
Or is it just me, is it just my new power?

I want to look at myself, I step over Darlene to get the
bathroom, what does this new powerful body look like?

In the mirror, it's just me, it looks just like me, but I
am still nothing like I was.  I run my fingers through my
hair, and it comes away with a blonde luster and thickness
I've never had before.  This is incredible!  I can't believe
I can change myself!  I look at my hands.  Is it in my
hands?  They don't look any different, but they feel strong!
Very strong!

Or does it come from within me, is it a force of my will?
An experiment.  I look close into the mirror, examine my
eyes.  My irises are light blue, nearly gray in color.  And
with a thought, just a suggestion to myself, the color
deepens, turning darker, until they glow a rich aquamarine.
And my eyelashes lengthen, thicken, and I leave behind
forever the anemic lashes I've always hated.  No more
mascara for me!

My heart is pounding!  And what about my breasts?  I love
my breasts, but they could be bigger.  Like Darlene's.  I
want big sexy breasts, breasts that drive men insane with
desire.  I concentrate on them, and they slowly grow, like
ripening fruit, bulging, firming, and I command my nipples
to grow, thicken, the erectile tissue expanding.  I give
myself full, high, firm D-cups. D-cups!  Who cares about cup
size!  I will never again wear a bra!  Why constrain such
lovely tits!  I grab them and squeeze them, and a shock of
pleasure rushes through me.

And my cunt!  My clitoris already hugely swollen, I
lengthen and tighten the barrel of my vagina, move my cervix
back, I want to take big cocks in there!  And the nerve
endings, I can control the nerve endings.  They tangle and
thicken and fill my whole cunt, swirling through my clit,
surrounding my vagina, into my labia, giving myself grossly
sensitive erogenous zones.  Dare I?  Ha!  I fill my anus
with nerve endings!

My cunt is absolutely gorgeous!  It seems a shame to
conceal it, all this curly blonde hair hiding it.  I run my
hand over the puffy mound, and the hair falls away, leaving
it hairless, bare, exposed.

I do more things to myself, making myself look as sexy as
I can.  I give myself a curvier hip, tighten up the muscles
of my ass.  All the excess fat in my body--gone!  I give
myself pouty lips.  I make my legs just a little bit longer,
I make my waist just a little bit narrower.  I kill the hair
on my legs and under my arms.

I can change myself!  I can do anything I want to myself!

I am so incredibly beautiful, I just want to look at
myself!  I smile and think hard, and all the blemishes on my
skin disappear.  My skin is just smooth and perfect, not a
freckle or mole or scar!

I am perfect!  I am the most beautiful creature in the
world!

A rustling at the door, and Darlene enters the bathroom,
her legs wobbling and weak.  She stands and looks at me from
the doorway, leaning against the jamb, but I can't be
concerned with her there.  I just want to look at myself,
admire my perfection.  I am so damn sexy!  I know if anyone
saw me, they would want to fuck me!  And the way I feel, I
might just take them up on it!

"My God," Darlene says, "Virginia!"

I don't want to pay attention to Darlene, I wish she
would go away.  I want to be left alone to admire myself.  I
want to masturbate and make myself cum a million times!

But Darlene stumbles into the bathroom and leans against
the vanity.  She's only a few feet away, staring right at
me.  She distracts me, and I don't like that!  I pretend to
ignore her and I look at my big beautiful breasts.

"What have you done?" Darlene says, and she touches my
shoulder.  How _dare_ she touch me!  I turn on her and swing
my hand against her face, and I feel her skull crack against
my hand.  She stumbles back, crashing against the door and
down to the floor.  I'm going to kill her, destroy her, rip
her into tiny pieces!  Dare touch me!  I'm on her, pinning
her against the floor, driving my knees against her pelvis,
pulverizing it with my fury.  But she doesn't struggle, just
says sweet things in my head, "I love you Virginia, I want
to kiss you and love you and touch you."  I will kill her,
but how?  Smash her face?  Rip apart her chest?  How do I
focus my strength?  "I love you Virginia, you are so
beautiful, I want to make love to you."

She loves me, of course she loves me, how could she not
love me?  She is beautiful and powerful, but I am _more_
beautiful and _more_ powerful.  "I want to kiss you all
over."  She loves me, I could kill her, but she loves me.
And I think of her kissing me and my cunt clutches with the
expectation.

I wonder if she will die anyway, from the crushed skull
and hip.  If she dies, no matter, but I hope she lives.  I
hop away, and her broken body lies in an unnatural L shape.
A huge bloody bruise covers one entire side of her crushed
left hip.  I stand over her.  "Don't you _ever_ cross me!" I
demand.

"Never, never, my love, I would never cross you," she
tells me, and before my eyes, she begins to heal herself.
The break in her skull fills in, and the bruise on her face
disappears.  Slowly, her hip reforms, the bone building back
up, I can almost see right into her, see the pelvis reform,
and her body straightens, fills.  She carefully sits up,
testing herself, then stands.  She shakes her legs, hops
from foot to foot.

I am amazed.  Is this something I can do too?

"Let me teach you," Darlene says.  "There are things you
need to know."  She comes up to me and turns my body back to
the mirror.  She stands behind me, her hands on my hips, and
she presses her lips against the back of my shoulder.

"What am I?" I ask.  My body looks human, but there is no
way I am human.

"We are monsters," Darlene whispers.  "We are powerful
monsters."  She rubs her face against my neck.  "And we draw
our power from the blood of humans."

Yes, of course.  I _am_ a monster, a glorious monster, a
hundred times more powerful than any human.  I clench my
fist and feel the power in me.  And their blood!  Their
hearts!  A yearning fills my belly.  It would be so easy!  I
could destroy _any_ human, suck her rich blood, devour her
still-beating heart.  How could they stop me?  The thought
of some human using a baseball bat, or a pistol, and I laugh
at the thought.  Their weakness is pathetic!

"Be careful, Virginia," Darlene whispers.  "They may be
weak, but you are not invulnerable."  Her warm hands slide
around and she holds my beautiful breasts.

I feel a stab in my chest, and I know instantly what she
means.  My heart!  The humans need only take my heart!

"My child," Darlene says, and she drops to her knees.
She turns me around to face her, and she kneels at my feet,
looking up at me from her place of worship.  "Made from the
blood of my womb."  She hugs my hips, presses her cheek
against my hairless cunt.  "Like a little girl," she says,
and kisses me there.  I allow her to lick my cunt and I feel
the pleasure in some hidden recess of my body.  But my mind
is on other things.  Darlene's words ring in my thoughts.  I
am not invulnerable.  I must protect my heart.  First and
foremost, I need a plan to survive.

             

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