Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated - Sex Stories

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated

... within her and I thrust up and down with vigor.

The hard pounding snaps her back to reality, and she realizes this monster is licking and smelling her armpit while fucking her hard. She sobs and turns her head in complete humiliation. I lick and suck at the lewd spot, trying to make her feel as vulnerable and exposed as possible.

Who would have known that my boss Victoria would have smelled and tasted so good. Every part of her soft body just breathes sexuality. I scrape my teeth down her tender armpit, just barely holding back from sinking my fangs into her sweet flesh. I continue down, my tongue flicking out and licking as I go. She squirms and whimpers, but has no idea how bad her situation really is, how close I am to just ending her. How much I have to resist the urge.

I scrape my fangs down onto her sideboob, such soft delicate flesh. She wiggles hard and I almost pierce into her. I lick and suck at her teat again, my cock starting to make sloppy squelching sounds as it churns her insides. I can bottom out completely in her, my cock plunging into her warm depths. It’s the perfect fit, like her cunt is made for me. I use her as she’s intended to be used. Such a good wife.

I slam down hard into her one last time, and then hold there, panting. I’m so close to cumming, but I want to savor this a bit more. I sit upright. Still buried in her, still pinning her arms down. My free hand caresses her now-sweaty torso. Her soft belly with a nice sexy sheen. Her ...

... cleavage with little beads of sweat. I slide up and down and around her tits, giving her a break, lovingly patting her on the belly, “That’s a good girl. You’re fucking amazing, Victoria.”

She squints at me, still not recognizing her old employee, and mumbles something, probably asking who I am, trying to plead with me. I ignore her, still holding her down. I look around the room. It’s so beautiful here. The perfect home. The perfect wife. I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want to leave back into the cold, sneaking and stalking the night for food.

I want a kingdom, a castle, a home, a family to fulfill all my desires.

I look at the open door of the master bathroom. I make my decision. The shower will make the ending easier. The cleanup quicker. I feel the relentless urge to feed, but something tells me it won’t end with that. Something inside me says everything will work out if I just follow my urges.

Victoria still sobs, looking up at me and mumbling. I just smile and then get off her. Still holding her bound wrists, I drag her as she thrashes and struggles against me. But she’s so weakened, she looks drugged. Barely able to hold herself up as I drag her off the bed by her wrists.

I pull her toward the bathroom, but she falls and starts trying to crawl away. I sigh and reach down. I whip off her little panties that were still stuck hanging around one foot. And then I grab an ankle and start dragging her by it. She slides painfully along the carpet on her back, ...