New Story Title: Vampires, Mine.(Werewolf Erotica)
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In James’s opinion it had been the best Halloween party he’d even been to. There was plenty of good food, great music, awesome mixed drinks, and, of course, lots of scantily clad women. He didn’t score tonight, much to his dismay, but he did at least manage to get the phone numbers of a few hot chicks. The furthest he got was making out in the back corner with one of them who was a hot redhead dressed like a Vampiress. He couldn’t help but picturing him in his cop costume practically ravishing the curvy redheaded vampire again. It was a shame that they’d been interrupted by an Adam and Eve couple that wanted to re-examine the definition of original sin. His neck was still a bit sore from where she’d gotten a little overzealous in their necking, but he didn’t mind. After all, he did get her phone number and was going to call her in the morning. All in all James was in a good mood as he walked home. It was well after midnight. Trick-or-treaters have long since cleared the streets. The suburb was deathly quiet as James walked along the edge of the neighborhood park. As he crossed the midpoint, he got the feeling that something was off. He had the distinct feeling that he was being watched. James tried to shake the feeling off but it just got worse the closer he got to his house. That’s when he saw the young looking girl. She was in front of him at the next intersection lounging under the lone streetlight. With arms crossed to push her bust up a bit under that black miniskirt that looked like she was poured into, one leg stretched out to show her thigh high ‘fuck-me’ boots, and that pouty mouth of hers with those luscious red lips turned up in a half smile, she was a vision of sexy loveliness. Her red hair cascaded in waves down her back and her slightly pale skin seemed to glow under the light of the lamp and the full moon. The moment he saw her, she extended one black gloved arm toward him and beckoned him forward. “Ashley?” he asked. It was the Vampiress from the party that he’d got hot and heavy with. She looked like she was eighteen but she acted like she was much older. He remembered quipping about it at the party. His face broke into a grin as he got closer. “It’s good to see you again. Granted, I didn’t think that it’d be this soon after the party.”Ashley smiled. “Hello darling, we never did finish what we’d started and I do hate to leave things undone. Don’t you, James?””I couldn’t agree more,” James said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. He returned her smile and jerked his head off to one side. “My place is this way,” he said, keeping hold of her hand to lead the way. He lived in a modest dual story three bedroom home that he’d inherited from his parents when he graduated college a few years back. It wasn’t much but it was paid for. It was all he could afford on his own with an economy in the gutter. Armed Security for an airport didn’t pay that well. It was just enough for him to keep up on utilities and property taxes. But the job allowed him to be up nights, which he preferred. He led her into the entryway and turned the lights on. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked as he took off his hat and unbuckled his utility belt, putting both on hanging pegs in the hall as he headed for the kitchen. Ashley followed his every step.”I thought that you would never ask,” Ashley purred. She was on him in an instant. She let out a hiss and James turned in time to see her leaping at him, fangs bared. He caught her and spun her around, slamming her into the nearest wall. She let out a grunt as he crushed her body between his and the wall. She wrapped her long, slender legs around his waist and smiled. “You’re fast for a mortal,” she said with glee. She ground her hips into his and moaned suggestively.”I think that you’re taking the Vampire Cosplay a little too far,” James said. “It’s past midnight and Halloween is officially over.””Samhain is not over until the sun rises. The fact that the holiday falls on a moon that is full makes blood collected this night especially potent.” Ashley said, licking her lips and taking a nip at him. He jerked back in time to avoid having a chunk of his neck taken out. There was fresh red on her lips. James felt his neck and it came back with a little of his blood. “Yours is especially good. The little tastes are not nearly enough.””Aaaaand you’ve officially killed the mood. You can leave now,” James said. The necking was good earlier but the thought that she wanted his blood was a turnoff. He pried her legs from around his waist and placed her on the ground. He headed for the door to show her out. Ashley planted herself firm, splayed out her arms and bared her fangs. She half hissed, half screamed at him in such an unearthly way that he’d never heard before. James spun on his heel and looked at her wide eyed. Her eyes were now glowing bright red. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. What the hell did he just let into his house? James happened to be by the pegs in the hallway. Without thinking his hand shot out to grab the baton from his belt. In one smooth motion he whipped it in front of him right as she leapt for him. He clocked the now all too real Vampiress across the face, sending her to the floor. James darted to his right into the living room heading for the phone. He picked it up and started to dial but paused. What the hell would he say? Hello, dispatch? Yeah I’m being attacked in my home by a blood-crazed, smoking-hot, redheaded vampire. It sounded crazy even for him. If he called that in to 911 he’d shoot any chance on getting on with the real police force. Ashley was up, hurtling the couch, and tackling him again taking the decision to call anyone away. She wrestled the phone from him, crushing it with one hand as she snarled down at him. James wound up flat on his back and got a good look at her fangs now to see that they were indeed real. He swept his arm up in a backhand motion, catching her again in the side of the head. It spun her off of him and he bolted for the upstairs landing. Ashley stood up and smiled as she watched his feet disappear up the stairs. “Oh come on, darling, I’ll even let you fuck me if you want,” she rotated her hips and moaned suggestively. She smoothed out her skirt that was now riding up her thigh. “Sex makes the feeding that more pleasurable for us both.”‘Ok so Vampires do exist’, James thought as he darted into his room. He got his . 9mm from his bed stand and paused. How the hell do you even kill a Vampire? Would his gun even hurt her? After all, she’d taken two direct baton strikes to the head and it didn’t even mar her makeup or bust her lip. His mind raced furiously as to what pop culture said about Vampires. Wood Stakes? Holy Symbols? Garlic? Silver? Hell, he’d settle for a damn mirror if it’d work. Her voice called up to him from the foyer, “As much as I like this game of cat and mouse, James, it really is inevitable. I will drink from your body tonight. So why don’t you make it easy on yourself and just come out now? I’ll make it well worth your while,” she said. She snarled when he didn’t answer. “There’s nowhere you can hide from me, James. I can smell your blood.”Blood. She can track him by scent and she wasn’t even upstairs yet. He got a wicked idea and prayed to whatever god that was listening that it would work. He dropped the . 9mm back on the bed stand and darted over to the bottom drawer of his dresser. There he kept all of the sex toys that he’d accumulated over the years from what he’d bought and from what he’d acquired from past girlfriends. He got a ball gag out and he rubbed it on his neck, smearing it with his blood. He got a second ball gag and stuffed it into his back pocket along with a couple of pairs of handcuffs. He went to the top drawer where he grabbed a silver knife that his Goth ex-girlfriend gave him as a birthday present one year and placed it into his boot for the time being. Plan set, he went to his doorway and tossed the bloody ball gag across the upstairs landing as if it were a grenade. It bounced a few times as it disappeared down the dark hallway. He grabbed the nightstick and crouched next to the open door of his bedroom, grabbing a pillowcase to press to his neck in hopes of masking the scent. Ashley fell for it. She jumped from the first floor up to the second to land delicately crouched on the banister. Her head whipped in the direction that the bloody ball gag went off in. She paused, sensing that something wasn’t right. She narrowed her eyes and couldn’t see James down the hallway. Yet his blood was concentrated in that direction. That’s when James struck. She turned her head in time to see the baton coming right for her face. It caught her across the eyes. She screamed in frustration and flailed about for him. Her hand caught the collar of his shirt, tearing it as she pulled him with her. The banister gave way and they both crashed down in the middle of the first floor hallway with debris from the broken railing all around them. James landed on Ashley, which cushioned the impact for him. He was on his knees, straddling her midsection. Ashley was momentarily dazed which was all the time he needed to shuck his shredded shirt off and shove the second ball gag into her mouth. He then flipped her onto her stomach where he latched the ball gag into place and used both sets of handcuffs on her wrists. He then flipped her again to her back where he sat back on her stomach. He yanked the knife from his boot and held it up to her neck. Ashley’s eyes went wide with fright and then narrowed with rage. She couldn’t believe that this damnable human managed to pin her. She growled at him from behind the gag.”Easy, Vamprilla,” James said. Ashley struggled and it made her breasts dance provocatively in front of him. What the hell was he going to do with her? Now that she was apparently subdued, he couldn’t very well kill her. That went against his nature. Hell, he felt bad enough having to use the baton on her just to stay alive. He couldn’t exactly let her go or else he’d be instant lunch and he couldn’t keep her either. His eyes fell to her breasts again. She looked up at him with want and desire in her gaze. She writhed suggestively underneath of him. “Are you actually getting off on this,” he asked. She looked up at him, hesitant to answer, and nodded. He noticed that her fangs had retracted a bit. “So, does your original offer still stand?” She gave him another nod.