Katarina: So vampires are real! - Sex Stories

Katarina: So vampires are real!

... late, however. He appeared out of nowhere, in front of her somehow, blocking the only way out. Katarina shivered in horror as she realized she was trapped. The vampire smiled, showing his fangs. Though he was about a hundred feet away and only dimly illuminated by the nearest street light, she could see that he was tall, heavily muscled, and handsome in a cold and dominant way. He was dressed entirely in black - black pants, black boots, black leather gloves, and a sleeveless black top that showed off his powerful arms, the muscle definition showing even when he wasn't flexing. A strange feeling flowed through her. She was terrified of him, but found him alluring at the same time. Realizing that the creature was beginning to use some form of mind control on her, Katarina gathered all of the strength and defiance she had left. Letting out a shrill scream, she drew her crossbow and inserted a wooden bolt. The vampire moved like lightning, doing a roundoff followed by a series of back handsprings directly at her. She tried to aim at his heart, but he was moving so quickly that he was nothing more than a backflipping blur. Though she was a trained gymnast, she had never seen anyone, human or vampire, move like that. She fired anyway. The bolt harmlessly impacted his thigh. Not even slowing down or making the slightest sound of pain, he continued elegantly backflipping at her, crashing into her before she could reload and knocking her down. Landing perfectly on his feet, he ...

... kicked her in the stomach with his big black boot as she tried to draw her sword. Her toned abs could absorb a lot of damage, but his kick was simply devastating. She gasped for breath, her blade forgotten, desperately trying to let more oxygen into her system. When she finally recovered enough to begin sitting up, he smashed his knee into her face. She smelled her own blood as she was knocked back to the ground. She tried her sword again. He simply grabbed it by the sharp end, yanked it out of her hand with his superhuman strength, and tossed it aside. In desperation, she grabbed the silver cross she wore around her neck, pointing it towards him. The vampire laughed. Moving faster than the eye could see, he yanked the cross right off her neck, breaking the chain. He glanced down at the item in his hand, then gave Katarina a piercing stare. "Pretty little trinket," he said, speaking for the first time. His voice was deep and rough, yet strangely soothing and hypnotizing. "It may even have some effect on lesser vampires. On me, however..." He closed his large, leather-gloved fist and squeezed, the muscles in his massive forearm springing to life. When he unclenched his fist, only small particles of silver dust remained, which he sprinkled unceremoniously on the asphalt. "How old..." Katarina managed to gasp. "Over five thousand years." Five thousand years. A creature that was already stronger and faster than any human. A creature whose body did not weaken as it got older, but ...