I loved the burying ground. Something about it seemed peaceful. Quiet. The perfect shoes to be. Especially when skipping schooling. It was a Friday ; the first quick day in calendar month and I could n't expend it at a desk listening to teachers dawdler about useless information. So I played sick. My mother went off to work and I put on a pair of boxershorts, combat boots, total darkness tank top, and I snuck out and walked to the memorial park. It was slightly raining but I did n't mind. I loved the rain. When I got to the burial ground I found an old oak tree and opened the volume I had brought. There was a strange fog swirling around the tree but I barely noticed. I put on some old classic music. But I was barely 2 paragraphs in when soul dropped out of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, startling me.

'' Oh ! '' I could see it was a boy. He scattered the numb folio around him but they settled. He stood up and promptly said,

'' I apologise miss. I did not mean to startle you. '' He extended a hand `` My name is Vladimir. Vladimir Dracul. '' And then I took in the sight of the most better-looking man I had ever seen.

He towered over me. He looked to be at to the lowest degree 6'2 ''. I was only 5'4. He had black hair. Cut scant and spiked slightly. He wore a `` My chemical Romance language '' T-shirt ( my darling band ), black skinny denim, pitch-dark converse, and a encroach coat. He was wearing chicken feed. But behind those meth were black oculus. Negro as night. Surely they must be contacts I thought. I took his hand and he pulled me up.

'' So, '' he continued `` what 's a beautiful lady friend like yourself doing out here ... on a shoal day ? '' I was blushing but I found my voice and replied,

'' Well, it 's the first warm day in months. Should I drop it outside or in a school, listening to some instructor drone about a subject I will never use in actual life ? ``

'' carnival enough. And, I 'm dark, I did n't watch your epithet ''

'' Krista '' He took my hand and kissed it. Sending an electric shock through my body. He released my hand.

'' So assure me Krista, is your face always that colouring red, or is it just when a man is around ? '' I realised how badly I was blushing. Words escaped me and he laughed.

'' It 's fine my dear. I do run to intimidate people sometimes. '' I regained myself but I could n't assist staring into those eyes. They were beautiful, almost hypnotic.

'' No, it 's alright. Say, are n't you hot in that oceanic abyss coat ? ``

'' No, my dear. I 'm actually, rather insensate all the time. I could always use individual to warm up me up '' he wrapped his hand around my waist to pull me skinny, and stared deeply into my eyes, like he was staring into my soul.

'' I ... I should go. '' I pulled out of his grasp and gathered my book and started walking away but barely 2 steps away, he called to me

'' Krista ... '' I stopped. I was confused, I wanted to get away. But my body seemed no prospicient to be in ascendance of myself.

'' Come here '' and I found myself turning around and walking back towards him. When I was face to face with him again he stared into my eyes a few to a greater extent moments. He brushed my hair's-breadth aside and before I could interview what he was doing, he leaned in and bit into my neck. I could n't scramble, could n't locomote, could n't push him away. I was frozen. I realised what he was doing, he was drunkenness my rake. I started to find debile and weaker. Until finally he pulled away and I collapsed. The shoemaker's last thing I felt before losing consciousness was him, carrying me in his arms.

I awoke in a bedroom that was not my own. It was large, huge wooden bookshelves were around the room. And in a corner, there was a yowl fire. Then I looked at the bed. It was huge ; the counterpane was silk and the coloring material of blood. stock ! All of the memory came flooding back to me in a agile boot. Vladimir, the memorial park ... him drinking my blood. I had no clue where I was but I knew I should n't be here. I swung my legs out of the bed and it was there I noticed what I was wearing. A melanize baby wench Night gown ... but no bra or scanty. That freak undressed me !

'' Yes I did '' and there he was. Standing in the door frame. He had changed his shirt to a bleak release up but was still wearing the jeans and converse. He strode over to me and took my hands in his.

'' And I must say Darling, you look lovely. '' He leaned in to buss me but I jerked out of his grasp.

'' What ... what am I doing here ? Who are you ? What did you do to me ? '' His face did not change from that smirk he had.

'' My epithet is Vladimir Dracul, last of the original lamia. You 're here because you now belong to me. And what I did to you was claim you as mine forever. '' My straits was swimming. lamia ...
They could n't be real number ... .could they ?

'' What do you mean, I belong to you ? I 'm not something you can own like a piece of core ! '' I started heading towards the doorway way but before I could occupy two steps towards the door, his bridge player wrapped around my throat and he was growling in my ear.

'' darling, you misunderstood. I did not give you a choice in the matter. You will be mine and you have no say in it. '' I struggled to breathe, gasping for air.

'' Oh dependable, you 're learning to stay quiet. It 's so a good deal better you do n't skin. '' He ran his tongue across my neck opening and bit down, sending a daze through me. My body was burning and I felt my clit scratch to ache with desire. He drank for a mo or two before pulling away.

'' Your blood. So sweetly. I wonder what the rest of you gustatory perception like. '' His hands traveled down humbled to my hips. I 'd always been giving than rule little girl. Wide set pelvis, a few excess curves. And until recently, I 'd always been ashamed of them. So when I could feel the hands of a man on me, my trunk started to go consumed with lust. But I could n't let this creep know that.

'' Look at these bender, they 're wonderful. '' He started pulling up the nighttime gown and it was then that my mind came to its senses.

'' No ! '' I struggled out of his handgrip but before I could reach the room access, I found myself back on the bed, my wrists pinned above my head teacher. Seriousness was all that remained on his brass. His eyes full of lust and rage.

'' Listen to me, you little slut. I tried to be gentile, romantic. But fact is, you BELONG. TO. ME ! And as my property, I will use you. However I see fit '' He completely ripped off the night gown. Exposing my c-cup breasts. His middle roamed my body hungrily, like a hunter stalking his prey.

Before I could utter a Word of protest, he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue ran against my brim and I parted them, allowing his tongue admission. It met mine and they started intertwining with each early. And I could n't serve myself, I moaned into the kiss. And I knew I was getting wet. I could only pray he would n't mark. But he pulled away, that Sami smirk in his face.

'' Oh, does my girl like that ? Good. Behave and I 'll hit sure you enjoy everything '' he pressed his brim back against mine, and keeping one hand on my wrists, his other mitt started tracing down to my breast. He grabbed it roughly, squeezing it. A lowly whimper escaped my sass. He grinned down at me sadistically and let go. I could feel his cock harden through his jeans. His hand moved down in between my peg. He edged my thighs apart and started rubbing my pussy.

'' Well, someone is enjoying herself. You 're soaking wet my honey. '' I opened my rima oris to try and abnegate it but he raised an eyebrow at me, as if to defy me to try and deny it. I shut my mouth and turned away blushing

'' Oh do n't be embarrassed my dear. In the solar day to occur I will give you so much pleasure, you will be BEGGING to have me shoot you again and again. '' He kissed my cheek and used the hand that had been pinning me down to change by reversal my face towards him.

'' Have n't you always wanted the loving touch of a man ? commit yourself to me and I will open up a Earth you could never dream of. Passion, lustfulness, desire, Romance. All of that and so much more. I will be your sea captain, your dominant allele, your guiding manus. Krista, be mine. '' He gazed down into my oculus and I knew he meant every word. I could n't do this ! It was unhinged but those eyes. Something about them made me say

'' Yes ... .master '' He had me. He grinned and kissed me deeply and passionately. My hands traveled down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, trying to finger him against me. With his shirt unbuttoned, I started pushing down his denim. Beneath them, bleak silk shorts that had a wet stain on the front man of them from the pre-cum. I reached to overstretch those but he pinned my manus down and grabbed a R-2 from a drawer on the nightstand. He swiftly bound my hands to the bed mail service. He grinned wolfishly as I bit my lip and whimpered ever so slightly.

'' Do n't interest petty one. Soon you will finger my cock pounding you relentless but first of all, I must try out. He kissed me once more before making his way down to my soaking wet cunt. He admired and spread the lips.

'' Well well well, someone is soaking wet for her professional '' he looked at me and I blushed, making him laugh.

'' No need to be ashamed, my dear. This is how I want you every night. Soaking wet, ready for my stopcock. '' He then bent his glossa down and licked a slow product line from my ass to my clitoris. Making me moan and worm. He slapped my cunt once.

'' I 'd tap off that squirming if I were you. '' He warned. Then returned to what he was doing. Running his tongue over my sensitive scratch and licking up the succus. He stuck his spit in my pussy only to finger how close it was.

'' You really are a virgin are n't you ? '' I nodded once only to be surprised at the touch sensation of him pressing a finger into me.

'' But no cherry red. enjoin me, how did that happen ? '' I blushed and refused to tell him. He forced another finger in me.

'' Come on now. Be a trade good daughter and tell your passe-partout. How did my sweet small slut bump off her innocence '' he inquired, forcing a 3rd digit in, making me heave and writhe my rose hip. I was finally able to compose a condemnation

'' Alright ! I 'll tell you ! '' He pulled two finger out.

'' right girl ''

'' When I was 13, I was using a marking to masturbate and I accidentally pushed it in too far. '' I blushed and look away. He pushed my hair back so my gaze met his.

'' There now, was that so concentrated ? I told you, I can very gentile and loving. So long as you obey. '' He kissed me foresighted and passionately. Allowing me to taste myself on his rim. I moaned longingly into the kiss. He pulled away.

'' I think individual is ready to be fucked like a proper slut. '' He slowly pulled his boxers down and out sprung a pecker that made me desire to cry. 10 inches in length. 5 in cinch. Far bigger than anything I had seen in erotica. I was mum and he noticed my staring

'' Surprised ? Oh do n't interest, it 'll bruise at first but after a patch you will crave it and be begging me to fuck you over and over and over again. '' He pushed his boxers completely off and spread my legs wider. He tested how quick I was with one finger.

'' Oh Krista. Still so tight. '' He pulled the finger's breadth out and rubbed the headland of his dick against my twat. He groaned and ordered me

'' Beg for it. Beg for my prick in your twat. Tell me you want my cock trench in your cunt. That you are my slut. Tell me now or diddle time is over. '' I was so scared that this was end I was crying and I whimpered out

'' master key ! Please ! Please fuck me ! I want your stopcock deep in my snatch. I 'm your slut oh please just have a go at it me ! '' The words had barely left my lips when he shoved his pecker in my tight wet cunt. He was only about half way in but I still felt so full-of-the-moon. It was unlike anything. Having something so monolithic in me. It was so painful but so terrific at the same time. He paused for a present moment to let me get used to it. I sat there whimpering and moaning for a mo while he placed sparkle feathery kisses on my back talk and neck. I finally nodded to him, not wanting to ruin the moment with words, telling him to continue.

He slowly started pulling out and pushing back in. Pushing a little more in each clock time. Making me moan and him groan.

'' Oh Krista ... .fuck ! I love your bitch squeezing my dick like this. I 'm going to fuck you every day, every Nox. You are mine Krista. Say it ! Say you 're mine ! ``

'' ... .I 'm ... .I 'm yours master. Oh please bang me like the slut I am ! '' He started going at me at a phrenetic tread, pounding me unvoiced. Pain and pleasance mixing. Almost battling over my body. Until finally pleasure won. All I could palpate was his mitt me. Squeezing at my breasts and pulling on the nipples. And his cock buried abstruse within me. And his lips. All over my nerve and neck. Until there was pain in the ass as he bit into me and was again drinking my blood. He drank for a import then reached one of his custody up and dragged across His shoulder, causing him to bleed.

'' Drink Krista. Be with me '' I raised my lips to the wound and tasted it not to be acerbic like I had imagined. But odorous. But also familiar spirit. All in once I felt his essence entering me. Completing me almost. Like I had been a break mirror and bit of him fixed the cracks. Until I was brought back to reality in an land shattering orgasm. Causing me to call and cum hard, writhing my hips wildly as I felt his cock filling me with cum. I do n't know how longsighted it truly lasted but when it was over, both his and my physical structure were trembling. He gazed down at me. He looked stunned.

'' I 've never felt ... .ANYTHING like that before. Almost like, like you were made for me. '' Before I could respond, he kissed me. With a more burning passion than a thousand white hot Lord's Day. He removed the binds and held me close to him.

'' I love you Krista. You are mine. Forever. empathise ? '' I wrapped him in my arms and whispered back to him

'' Yes headmaster. I love you too. And I am yours. Forever. ''