Dad bod vampire, p.5
Dad Bod: Vampire,
p.5
Her lips wrap around the head of my cock and I swear I have to fight to not just come right down her throat.
With her on her knees, bent forward, my cock in her mouth, she looks like a sex goddess.
I reach between her legs, and she’s so wet, just like she said, her cunt leaking down her thighs. I slip one finger between her folds while she continues to suck and lick at my aching dick.
“Look at you, beautiful girl, swallowing my dick like that. I want you to come on my hand while you keep sucking me. Sound good?”
She moans around my shaft and gives me a brief nod.
From this angle, I can easily reach her g-spot while tapping my thumb against her clit. The first time my finger presses against her inner wall, she nearly chokes on my cock.
I go back to moving my fingers, slowly fucking her tight, tight pussy while I rhythmically rub against her clit.
She’s rocking subtly against my hand and whimpering. But she leans forward and sucks me deeper into her mouth.
“Fuck, Rosie, as sweet as this mouth is, I need to be inside you. But you’ve got to come first. Understand?”
She pops off my dick and nods. “Just so you know, because I don’t want to say it after and muddy the waters or whatever. What I feel for you isn’t a crush. You make me feel like I have no boundaries. I love you, Hudson.”
My throat tightens. “Yeah, baby, we’re the real thing. I love you too.”
Her smile is breathtaking in that moment, and then she steals my own breath when she sucks me back into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and that sweet tongue works the underside of my cock head. Rubbing that vein she said she likes.
I intensify my movements, stroking her G-spot and clit in perfect harmony. She moans, her mouth vibrating against my shaft.
Then she starts to move and fucks herself back onto my hand. Right now she’s just holding my dick in her mouth like a pacifier, and I don’t mind one bit.
“After I got your voice memo, I got so damn hard. Had to fuck my fist to the sound of your voice.”
She cries out, shattering on my hand, her release dripping into my palm.
When her climax subsides, I shift so I’m braced over her. She runs her hand up my stomach. “I love that you have hair on your chest and stomach.”
I rub my dick through her slick folds a few times. “I didn’t answer your question earlier. No, vampires can’t get STD’s or any other diseases. Now whether or not I can get you pregnant, I don’t know. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Like we were saving ourselves for this moment.”
“Yeah, Rosebud, just like that. We’ll get you and Figs moved in here with me. Or we can buy something else if you don’t like this.”
“I love this hotel!”
I drop myself into the cradle of her pelvis.
She lifts her legs, wrapping them around my waist, opening her hot, slick center. I rock myself against her, lubricating myself on all her arousal.
“Kiss me,” she says.
I will give this woman anything she asks of me.
The wet heat of her pussy rubs against my dick every time she moves beneath me. I want to thrust inside, but I don’t want to hurt her.
I kiss her.
She continues to rock herself against me, searching for that friction. Her hips buck against me. She pulls back from our kiss.
“I’m going to come again.”
I rock against her to hit her clit. Her orgasm rockets through her and just as fresh wetness slicks my cock, I thrust inside.
I kiss her again, claiming her mouth like I’m claiming her pussy.
“Do it,” she says. “Fuck me, so I can feel all of you.” Her legs tighten around my waist and those brown eyes lock onto mine. “Make me yours forever, Hudson.” Then she tilts her head back, arching her neck up to me.
“It can’t be undone, Rosie. Do you understand that?”
“Yes. Please,” she begs. “I want to finally belong to someone. Have someone belong to me. And I choose you.”
I fuck her harder. My fangs are tingling so much they almost feel like they’re vibrating. Nothing has ever felt so good.
“Mine!” I yell, then I lean down and sink my teeth into her tender flesh.
The first taste of her blood shoots off my orgasm, and then she’s coming right along with me, screaming my name as she does.
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Atticus
Once upon a time, I died.
It’s all right though, because I don’t think my story is quite over yet.
Practically speaking I am one of the undead. We’re known by plenty of strange names in popular culture, the most common of which is zombies.
I know what you’re thinking. That I’m a slow-moving, grunting ghoul with hollow eyes and brain particles hanging from my rotten teeth.
This is, in fact, not true. Okay, my eyes are kind of hollow since the transformation and they are a much more luminous green than before. Some might say like a radio-active green, but whatever.
The good news is, I don’t eat people, brains or otherwise.
I don’t grunt unless I’m really frustrated, but I’ve always done that. And I’m not any slower than a “normal” person. I try to stay in shape, which for me means walking everywhere. I own a car. Several, actually. But I stopped driving for … reasons.
That too vague for you? How about this: around twenty years ago, there was an accident in the town where I live. I won’t bore you with the details, but some people died, some people fled, and some people changed. That’s how I ended up a zombie.
I’m not the only zombie in town, but there are lots of other … monsters, too. While being one of the undead is no fun, a lot of other people have it way worse. Right after the transformation some of the other locals kept on changing. They went full-on monstrous. Got feral and dangerous.
At that time I stopped driving because I wasn’t sure if that would happen to me and I didn’t want to be in a vehicle if it did. So now I just walk everywhere.
Currently I’m taking my daily walk to Lucky Beans because Roan, the owner, keeps bovine brains stocked for me and invented some kind of caffeine-infused brain latte that really hits the spot.
I’m not planning to stay and drink in the shop today, but rather take my beverage to go. I’m not the most social guy. I was a reclusive nerd even when I was a human. Besides, something in the air has me feeling restless. I suspect it has something to do with the new housing incentives they’re doing in town to try and lure the humans back.
Humans. Because now, we—the collective remains of the citizens in Screaming Woods—are other.
Humans in a town full of others seems like a bad idea. Dangerous for all involved. But no one asked me.
The person I used to consider my closest friend is now the CEO of my company, since I obviously couldn’t be the face of Hunt Industries anymore. I still keep in communication; I just do so via video chats where I can manipulate the image of myself. Everyone thought I’d been in some sort of accident that had scarred me and that was the reason I now hid from the public.
I suppose I have a handful of friends here. Roan, who owns the coffee shop, but he is invisible, so that makes chatting awkward at best. There is Silas who no one can get too close to or else risk electrocution. Then there is Draven, whom I like quite a bit, but he is a grumpy sort who never leaves his castle. So, we keep our conversations strictly to the phone. He designs video games though and I play periodically, so we have technology in common.
Lucky Beans wasn’t busy yet.
“Morning Atticus,” Mel greeted me from behind the counter. Her little rodent-like nose twitched as she smiled and finished off the drink she was making. She is a porcupine-esque creature now with quills and everything; pretty cool.
“My usual, please.” I looked around the open space, searching for the metal mesh apron and gloves that Roan wears to protect the rest of us from his invisibility. His was the gift that kept on giving, considering if he touched you or items he could pass on the invisibility like a damn virus. I’d never really asked him about it because frankly, he didn’t like to talk about it. I couldn’t blame him.
“Atticus,” Roan’s deep voice came from the back. The gloved hands carried out a few things. “Mel, you want me to make his drink?”
“I got it,” she said.
“Later, Atticus. I’m unloading some stuff in the back.”
“No problem, Roan. Have a good one. Mel, could I get the drink to go?”
A few minutes later, I leave Beans with my drink in a recyclable cup. Some days I walk all the way through town, then head back through the woods towards my house. Today, I decide to just cut straight into the thick of the trees.
I know from memory that the weather is crisp and chilly. A perfect fall day. But my skin no longer deciphers the difference in temperature. So, I rely on memory and other clues. Like the fallen leaves crunching beneath my shoes. The way the light changes in the woods as sunlight filters through the barren branches.
A scent catches on the breeze and I could swear my stomach rumbles. It’s a sweet smell, like vanilla and sugar and butter creamed together. The beginnings of a cookie recipe.
The scent grows stronger. This time my cock stirs. What the fuck?
I stop and look down. It hasn’t reacted to anything other than direct stimuli—my hand—in two decades, but that, right now, is definitely the beginnings of an erection.
Then a scream breaches the silence.
A woman’s scream.
She is in danger. I determine her direction and run towards her. Her screams grow louder and then I hear the growling. One of the ferals.
I pump my legs faster, harder. Her scent intensifies and goddamn, it’s like an audible clicking of gears inside my body. Something shifts and then settles. And all of me is attuned to finding her, saving her. Because she matters.
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