Nightwatch Ch. 02: Suburban Bliss - Sex Stories

Nightwatch Ch. 02: Suburban Bliss

... to push it against her mouth.

"Ohh!" She moaned. Her hips moved quickly into me.

"Bite me already. We have to go!"

Her sharp fangs dug into my vein while she sucked my dense blood in her mouth. My hand was practically a blur on her center. She bucked violently as she chased her high.

She moaned wantonly as she drank. It never failed to push her over the edge. I put my hand over her mouth just in time to stop her bloodcurdling screech as she came.

"Oops! Sorry! Keep forgetting I have to be quiet," she sighed out as I took my hand off her mouth.

"Damn children." I spoke fondly, belying my words.

She spasmed in her enjoyment while running a finger across the perfect texture of the skin at my neck as it had healed already.

"Hmm... I love drinking you. You taste lovely." She licked my skin one last time to clean my neck up.

I kissed her, holding the sides of her head tightly in my hands, to taste the remnants for myself. Not bad, but I liked hers better.

"Okay. Now we really have to go." She gave me one last peck before getting off me. "Oh! But I had an excellent idea for your costume."

She hurried off to the walk-in closet, then came back with a stark white cravat.

I frowned at her. "But I like this one!" I whined as I caressed the delicately embroidered paisley lines in the striking red silk.

"Watch this." She bit her wrist in a blur and splashed blood droplets on the white cloth.

I hissed and stood in front of her as I saw some drops ...

... that had recklessly fallen to the floor.

"Howdare you!" I went to get a floor wipe to clean up the red drops before they seeped into the floor. "This is a cork mix imported from Spain. Youknow there shouldn't be blood on it."

I wiped everything quickly before it stained.

"I'm sorry, love."

I could hear her bemused smile without looking at it. I couldn't stay mad at her -- it was against my deepest nature.

I faced her again, then she untied my cravat to replace it with the new white one.

"There!"

I went to inspect her handiwork. The white cloth was contrasting with my vest and dark cloak. It sported some drops of burgundy red off in a corner with her blood splatter.

Not only did Ilook every bit the dangerous vampire I was, but I could smell her. The musk of her on my neck rose to meet my nostrils like blood in the water around a great white shark. I smelled the entire bouquet of her essence, picking up her strength and death, also her womanhood and brightness. I stretched my neck as my jaw clenched.

I turned to look at her as my fangs clicked out.

"Mor, your eyes are red. Control yourself."

My chest went up and down in desperate hunting mode. I let the bloodlust slip off me. The film of red dissipated.

"You expect me to walk around all night on Halloween, alongside the whole town with your blood on my neck? A bit of eu de Suzie?" My mouth pulled up in a sneer.

"You're a two-thousand-year-old vampire, Mor. Keep in in your pants," she replied ...