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

Vampire Omicron: Chapter 1 - Home Invasion - Updated

... sourness that wakes you up, shoots through your brain. But then pleasant, sweet. I toss them back, pick up the duct tape again, and head back into the hall.

Only one more door at the end of the hall. Double French doors actually. I sneak up and hold my ear up to them, listening with my sharpened senses. Nothing. I reach down and open the door.

Pitch black, but I see clearly, every detail of the room. It’s big, a bit excessive actually, taking up what seems like a fourth of the entire second floor. Truly a master bedroom. Two pillars, from floor to ceiling flank either side as I step in on the soft white carpet. To the left, a nice sitting area, a nook for reading by the windows. To the right, big cabinets and dressers, and a walk-in closet left open. In the back corner, an open door leads to the master bathroom, pristine white tile flooring and a huge standing shower visible from here.

And right in the center of the bedroom, straight ahead, a big king-sized bed, cushy upholstered headboard, intricate wooden frame. With a little lump of blankets on one side of the bed. There she is, Victoria, sleeping peacefully as I sneak into her room. I close the door to the bedroom behind me, giving us some added soundproofing.

I can only see her raven-black hair peeking out from the blankets, she’s so snuggled up. Her hair is just a bit ruffled from bed, but still has the nice wavy locks of shiny black she always had at work, making her look rich and classy.

I take a ...

... quick detour to the dresser at the side of the room. I carefully slide open the drawers until I find some of her late husband’s clothes. I strip down and start changing into them. A simple tshirt and shorts, but both are soft and expensive. I’ve been cleaning myself as best as I could out in the wild, and I don’t seem to sweat at all anymore, but I’m so tired of these dress clothes they buried me in. He was a similar size as me, and this simple comfort is such a cozy relief.

I bump my elbow on the dresser as I pull the shorts up, a slight noise disturbing the silent room. I stop and hold my breath, looking over at Victoria. But she’s sound asleep.

I creep toward the bed, careful with every muscle I move. I turn and see her cell phone on the night stand. I pick it up, turn it off, and hide it on the floor. Then I set down the roll of black duct tape I’ve been carrying.

Standing over Victoria, I cautiously pull back the comforter to reveal her face. She has a stern look to her, somewhat sharp features, high cheekbones, striking. Dark eyebrows that always look a little furrowed, serious and intelligent, like some sexy teacher or librarian. Olive skin, Mediterranean complexion. All that, but with a softness, a nurturing, motherly look. Natural beauty even without makeup in the middle of the night. A face that makes you feel welcome, makes you like her, respect her.

But tonight, I make her mine, make her respect me. The man I was is gone. Now I’m just a fiend, a creature ...