Fangs a Lot
I
The hot, snakelike tongue darted out
and hovered over the right nipple of the terrified, bound man. It was bare millimeters over the erect nipple and sensed the heat and
oils of the tensed man's skin, but, more importantly, it sensed the
delightful flow of blood pulsing in the rivers of capillaries beneath the
surface. The sharp teeth were just a hair's breadth away from the tit's
corona. The tongue darted down and lapped at the puckered brown flesh,
flicking it and wrapping around it. The vampire sighed and rolled its
eyes up in ecstasy, savoring the taste of the skin
as its tongue bathed the bound man's nipple. Karl, on the other hand, was
attempting to move his chest as far away from the hideous creature next to
him as he possibly could. Every muscle in his meaty body was tensed--as if
nature's fight-or-flight reflexes could help him now! He was trapped--trapped
and doomed and lord knows what else. He shrank away in horror from the thing
nursing his man-tit. His muscular chest strained to move as far away as
possible from this unspeakable thing, as if flexing his pecs
could possibly free him. Karl's thick legs trembled as he muttered "Oh,
God! Oh, God!" "Oh, really!" the vampire
looked up at him in disgust. "Get over it. You lost 'the game,' my meaty
hunk. Face it. You came here to kill a vampire--why, I believe that's ME!
..." the creature smiled a sardonic grin and chuckled, "and now the
predator--that's YOU, I believe--is the prey--that's, uh, you again, isn't
it?" Karl pressed his back into the rough
beam behind him, his outstretched arms bound by the wrists to it. He was a
good catch, the vampire mused, a great catch, actually. The dumb hunk had
actually believed he was strong enough to defeat a vampire. Stepping back
from its prey, the vampire appraised its victim. Karl was quite a specimen of
manhood. A construction worker who lifted heavy stone blocks as if they were
paper, he had a well-developed musculature like many bullies. The appraisal
continued: a strong and thick neck, large and rounded pecs--not
gnarled like that of so many body builders, but smooth, hard, and--at least
for now--striated as Karl tugged frantically at his restraints. The vampire leaned close to the
thick bicep of Karl's right arm and placed its "hand" on it to
judge its firmness. But this was no ordinary hand. It was the hand of a
sophisticated predator, a powerful appendage complete with long, narrow
claws. It traced the vein along the bicep with the point of one claw and the
god-awful brute brought its snout (for the creature's vile face resembled
that of a predatory animal more than that of a human) close to the arm,
sniffing the manly sent of human sweat and the odor
of the blood so tantalizingly near to the surface. The pointed ears pricked forward and
it listened intently to the man's hot and erratic breathing and in the
silence was almost mesmerized by the pulsing rhythm of the blood as it rushed
through its vessels--whooshing the delicious fluid to feed all of the
cells--for now, at least. Karl trembled and squeezed his eyes
shut, twisting his head back as he muttered his pleas to be released. The
knotted muscles of his neck served to reveal his carotid artery in acute bas
relief which almost enticed the vampire to rush him there. But years of
self-discipline allowed it to restrain its impulses. The vampire did lean forward and,
snaking out its tongue, it licked the neck, made a wet trail forward over the
protruding Adam's apple, and down to the crevice where the neck joined the
chest. It curled around the gold chain and lifted it up. The large gold
crucifix resting between the mounds of Karl's chest was lifted off the flesh
and dangled. "Ah! Another piece of booty for
my collection," the creature chuckled, snapping through the chain with
its teeth and letting the ornament slide down over the mounds of Karl's chest
and into its palm. "I'll add this to the silver bullet collection and
the wooden stakes. Oh. And thanks for bringing the garlic in your pants
pockets. I'll put it to good use later." The creature arched its browridge in amusement. These puny humans had actually
believed that they could destroy a vampire with these paltry artifacts. And this strong one here had felt that,
because he was so powerful a man among men, that he, too, could defeat the
beast. His error will cost him dearly--and deliciously. "Well, Karl, how do you think
your braggadocio at the bar in the village will stand up now?" Karl cursed the creature and spat. The vampire grabbed Karl's hair and
yanked it back, exposing the traditional vampire bite site pulsing on the
thick neck. "It's not nice to do those things to someone who has the
power of death over you." "Go ahead! Kill me and get it
over with, you fucking, cocksucking beast!"
Karl was spewing saliva in his frenzy. "Ahhhhh!
Oooooh! You're such a big heeerooo,
aren't you?" The beast humorously raised its voice, clasped its hands
together, and batted its eyelashes comically. "Isn't that like you
wannabe heroes? You pretend to be so stoic, 'Kill me!' as if there was an honorable way to end this when all you are is a coward
who merely wants not to suffer. Oh, no, my beefy meal. We have a long way to
go before I grant you your wish. You'll go mad before then, of course. Now
where were we? Cocksucking. Oh yeah. I almost
forgot!" The creature placed its palm on
Karl's chest and swirled it around, stimulating the other nipple, then he
slowly traced a path down the middle of the chest and over the protruding
ridges of the large man's muscled abdomen, letting its claws lazily scrape
over the flesh, leaving white trails in the healthy, tanned skin, to the
waistband of the underwear and over the bulge it concealed. The claws snagged
in the waistband and a quick and vicious swipe tore the flimsy garment free. Like the rest of Karl, the contents
were impressive and a completely ramrod stiff cock of exquisite proportions
bounced out, causing the beast to gasp in delight. It seemed to emanate heat
and its heady scent almost made the vampire swoon. With a look of awe and
intense concentration, the vampire tenderly caressed the sausage with its
pale hand, stroking it gently, nuzzling his snout-like nose up to it. Lapping
at it like some thirsty wolfhound at a pond of water. "Do you know what makes a cock
so rigid, Karl? Blood. Blood in little 'lakes' all throughout the
prick," it said dreamily. Karl went pale at the thought of
what could possibly happen to his pride and joy--the pride that originally
got him into this mess. "Now don't go pale!" the
creature whined. "The scent changes and you look too much like me. I
prefer it when you humans are frightened as if you are going to run away.
Your blood rushes through you, pounding through arterial valves, and your
adrenaline adds such a nice flavor to it. And the
men in these parts have such a distinctive flavor
to their blood--almost like nutmeg. I thinks it has something to do with what
you folks eat, or maybe its something in the soil,
but I've never tasted blood anywhere else I've traveled
that is as good as what the men in these parts have flowing through them.
It's like a fine wine which can only be cultivated in certain fields, aged in
a cask of flesh where it picks up its intoxicating flavors, and then uncorked only when it has reached perfection." The vampire wrapped its tongue
around the prize pole while it softly juggled the pendulous testicles in its
hot palm. Opening its mouth wide, so that its jagged teeth were out of the
way, it lunged over the hard meat and began sucking. Karl had tensed, the hair on his
neck standing up, fully expecting to be sexless, but he soon was entranced by
the actions at his groin. For half an hour, the creature kept him poised at
the brink of release, rubbing the flesh of the bound man's thighs and tracing
a path with its claws on the sides of the hard stomach, making a trail
through the crevice where the legs join the torso and down to the base of his
tree trunk of meat. Karl swore that the beast had somehow squeezed juices
through his vas deferins along the route. The creature increased the intensity
of its lapping and sucking and even nipped the cock along the shaft
playfully, producing tiny beads of blood to enhance his ministrations.
Finally, Karl's head snapped back, his hard belly tightened inward, his chest
expanded with a lungful of air, his balls clenched upwards, and his legs
shook as he jettisoned his hot man-juice into the eager maw of the thing
suckling him. He screamed obscenities as he rammed his cock into the
creature's mouth--not caring if the vile demon bit it off or not. "Aaaaaagggh!!
Keeerist! Fuck! Damn! Cocksucking... Damn! Oh, shit! Here comes another one!
Fuck no! Uuuugh!" Karl's heart pounded furiously as if
it sought to escape past his ribs. He gasped and fought for air like a doomed
man drowning as volley after volley of hot juice leapt from his distended
meat into the eager throat of his captor. Each jettisoned gob tearing like a
scorching hot knife through his vessels before it shot out. Panting heavily and fully exhausted,
Karl, his hair plastered down with sweat, hung his head down as the beast
slowly removed its mouth off the now tender and painfully sore prick. Each
agonizing second caused Karl to jerk out another reluctant but exquisite drop
of pearly fluid. His insides felt as if someone had clawed through the tubes
from his testicles, past his prostate, past Cowper's gland and the other
fluid providing glands, along the vas deferins
until it felt like a fire had scorched the inside of his tube. His heart rate
slowed. Grinning lasciviously, the vampire
stood up and gently lifted Karl's chin with one finger. "I ... I ...," Karl panted
and wheezed. "I thought I had received the best blow job ever in my life
only once before. But this one has that beat. Otto was good, but THIS, this
was phenomenal." Then remembering where he was and
with whom, he panicked and seemed to have renewed energy as his heart beat
faster again. "Now," he smiled a coy, timid smile, "... now
you'll let me go, right? I mean, you got good head and you owe me one." The vampire just slowly stroked the
strong jaw and neck. Karl's senses slowly returned and
the fog of confusion created by this lustful interlude lifted. "Otto!" he shouted as if
to someone who would save him. He frantically remembered his friend, trying
to piece things together. His fuck-friend Otto. Where was he? Vile thoughts
of what must have happened to his friend raced across his frenzied mind. "What have you done with
Otto?" Karl hissed into the vampire's face, making him look more
animalistic than his captor. "Is he ...?" He couldn't bring himself
to state what he believed had happened. * He and Otto had made the bet in
front of the small group of men at the bar. Karl had said that, because his
arms were so powerful, he could rip off the head of any man or beast and had
bragged of doing just that to one of the wolves in the area. When the talk
wandered around to vampires and their well-known prodigious strength, Karl
had boasted that no vampire was too strong for him to defeat. In his bedroom, Otto had later taken
him up on the bet. Otto was a great cocksucker and could fuck like a
stallion. Karl, who could have had any of the gay men in the area (and there
are a lot--he beat up several just for the sport of it) believed he and Otto
were destined for eternal fuck bliss. He wanted Otto to move in with him as
his love slave, but Otto had declined because, he said, of Karl's bullying
and violent side--until the bet. "If you are strong enough in
body and spirit to do as you honestly bragged you could and kill a vampire,
then I'll be your love slave and give you the best head you've ever
had," Otto had challenged. Considering how great Otto's cocksucking was, Karl had bounded forth to the challenge.
Karl had so often spewed his seed and blasted his nuts to near oblivion
because of Otto's lusty skill, that Karl had believed he was going to heaven
with each cocksucking he received. Karl had been the one with the plan.
He knew there was a vampire in the area and believed he knew just where it
was in the mountains. Otto had obtained the cross, the stake, and the garlic
and both men had trekked out early to the often forgotten castle. They had only stopped once for food,
drink, and a quickie and were upon the castle by the afternoon. Otto had
slipped in a window and had let Karl in, but he refused to go any farther
into the realm of the demon. Nervously, Karl had descended the
stone steps, guided by the weak light from the arched windows, until he had
reached the room with the one, lone coffin--just like in the stories, Karl
had thought. The beast was asleep within, its pale skin making it look much
like an albino in the late afternoon light. The thin shirt was open and had
exposed the wax looking chest and abdomen. Even the nipples were a different
shade of white. Its fangs were arched over its thin lips, its face jutting
forward and its ears were high and pointed. Karl had cautiously approached, the
pistol in his waistband, the stake in one hand and the mallet in the other.
Nervously, his heart beating so hard he thought it would wake the dead, he
had hurried to the open casket and had placed the stake over the chest,
pounding at it furiously and with all the strength his mighty arms could
muster, only to see the stake splinter and crack. Dumbfounded, he had seen the
creature's pink-irised eyes looking up at him with
amusement. "The gun," it had suggested, and Karl had placed the
barrel to the beast's chest and fired. The explosion had jettisoned his hand
back. "Oh, my! I am mortally wounded!"
the creature had mocked in a monotone, lightly dusting the splinters from its
chest and picking up the squashed bullet. It had even looked at it
distastefully. "Lead? You used cheap-assed lead bullets?" Karl was frantic and had fired at
the beast's pink eyes, its head, even its crotch! The creature had just
lazily stretched its arms out and climbed out of the coffin, having muttered
something to the effect, "enough of THAT artifice!" and had
sauntered to the window, opening the shades and letting more hot sunlight in. Karl had remembered dashing toward
the door and calling out Otto's name. * "What did you do to Otto? Is he
...?" The creature laughed. "You are
the big buffoon! All brawn and no brain. Ahhhh. It
is just too easy with you humans. You see, Karl, there is a reason why Otto's
blow jobs and mine are so similar ..." Before Karl's stunned and
open-mouthed face, the vile creature transformed, almost effortlessly, into
Otto! "I had to lure you here. You
were beating the crap out of some of my best sources of blood and some of my
best lays. You see, you fucking bully," it grabbed Karl's nuts and
yanked, "when they are healing, my men's blood has a different flavor--one I don't care for. I guess it's because there
are too many white blood cells in it then. "You look confused my meat on
the hoof. You see, it would be foolish for a vampire to kill each time it
needed nourishment, especially with humans ... and, oh yes, I do feast on all
types of animals, even that wolf you killed. I have about thirty gay men
within a hundred mile radius of here who are my lovers and dinners. They all
know I'm a vampire, although initially I approach them by transforming into
some human form or other. I can even do you. See?" And the beast did look like a
duplicate of Karl. "Although, ... I think I'll go
for a bigger cock." And with that, it duplicated Karl's man-meat
enlarged. "I only take a small amount of
blood at a time from each man. I don't need too much most of the time anyway.
They get the best blowjobs and fucks of their petty little lives and I get
hot sex, great tasting blood, and the best dessert ever--boiling cum juice.
Then they recuperate for a month and build up their blood supply--and cum
supply." "Then ... then your not going to kill me? I'll just be a drink and a
fuck and be on my way? Cocktails and sex?" Karl pleaded hopefully. In its vampire form again, the
creature laughed and then turned serious. "See my teeth Karl?" and
it showed the jagged teeth along with its fangs. "The fangs are, of
course, for getting at a blood supply. By-the-by, they aren't straws and
aren't hollow. I like the blood on my tongue and down my throat. Can you
guess what the other teeth are for? C'mon. You've seen enough animals to know
enough about the evolutionary development of teeth and claws. Why, yes! The
light has gone on in your otherwise dimwitted face
... to tear a victim's flesh, of course!" Karl paled and his weakened legs
gave out from under him. "Phew! When you go pale your
scent really changes." The beast leaned forward and nipped
Karl's nipple, bringing forth a trickle of blood. Karl instinctively jerked
away, but the beast licked the blood and grinned evily,
"I wouldn't advise that, you could tear the nipple off that way." In an instant, it lunged at the
massive arm and bit hard into the artery near the surface, drinking and
sucking, savoring the flavor
on its snake-like tongue. Karl shook in fear, but his cock became rigid and
pulsed with each suck of the beast. The beast grinned with red-stained
lips and eyed the burgeoning prick. Sinking to its knees, it once again
lapped at the now rock-hard member. "Oh. I'll keep you around for a
month or so, draining your blood a little each day, fucking you, and giving
you the best blowjobs--if you're unlucky." Again it flashed its cruel
grin. "You'll eventually go mad from them," it continued between
slurps. "My saliva causes your body to release the hormones to stiffen
you--get it? Whore moans? Anyway, you have no choice. And when I'm really,
really hungry and don't feel like hunting deer, bears, or wolves or it's too
cold to stop at the butcher's, why, I'll have the best meat on the hoof--you!
And to think you even brought the garlic for seasoning! How thoughtful." His mouth engulfed
the hot prick and this time the teeth went just a bit deeper as Karl screamed
and creamed in agonized splendor. |
