I loved the necropolis. Something about it seemed peaceful. placid. The thoroughgoing place to be. Especially when skipping school. It was a Friday ; the first warm day in month and I could n't pass it at a desk listening to teachers drone about useless entropy. So I played sick. My mother went off to work and I put on a pair of boxershorts, combat boots, bootleg tank top, and I snuck out and walked to the cemetery. 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and opened the book I had brought. There was a strange fog swirling around the tree but I barely noticed. I put on some old classical music. But I was barely 2 paragraphs in when soul dropped out of the Tree, startling me.

'' Oh ! '' I could see it was a boy. He scattered the dead leaves 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 handsome man I had ever seen.

He towered over me. He looked to be at least 6'2 ''. I was only 5'4. He had black hair. Cut short and spiked slightly. He wore a `` My Chemical Romance '' T-shirt ( my favourite band ), black skinny denim, black converse, and a trench coat. He was wearing chalk. But behind those glasses were mordant centre. Black person as Night. Surely they must be contacts I thought. I took his helping hand and he pulled me up.

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

'' Well, it 's the initiatory quick day in months. Should I pass it outside or in a schoolhouse, listening to some instructor laggard about a topic I will never use in real life ? ``

'' Fair enough. And, I 'm sorry, I did n't catch your public figure ''

'' Krista '' He took my hand and kissed it. Sending an electric stupor through my trunk. He released my hand.

'' So secern me Krista, is your cheek always that colour red, or is it just when a man is around ? '' I realised how badly I was blushing. quarrel escaped me and he laughed.

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

'' No, it 's alright. Say, are n't you hot in that trench pelage ? ``

'' No, my dear. I 'm actually, rather cold-blooded all the time. I could always use someone to warm me up '' he wrapped his handwriting around my shank to pull me closer, and stared deeply into my eyes, like he was staring into my soul.

'' I ... I should go. '' I pulled out of his clutches 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 longer to be in mastery of myself.

'' seed here '' and I found myself turning around and walking back towards him. When I was side to present with him again he stared into my eyes a few more moment. He brushed my whisker aside and before I could interrogate what he was doing, he leaned in and bit into my neck. I could n't struggle, could n't move, could n't push him away. I was frozen. I realised what he was doing, he was DRINKING my profligate. I started to find frail and frail. Until finally he pulled away and I collapsed. The 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 declamatory, huge wooden bookshelves were around the room. And in a corner, there was a hollering flack. Then I looked at the bed. It was huge ; the bedspread was silk and the gloss of line of descent. rake ! All of the retentiveness came flooding back to me in a quick rush. Vladimir, the cemetery ... him drinking my blood. I had no clue where I was but I knew I should n't be here. I swung my ramification out of the bed and it was there I noticed what I was wearing. A smutty baby doll Nox gown ... but no bra or panties. That freak undressed me !

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

'' And I must say darling, you look lovely. '' He leaned in to kiss 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 commute from that smirk he had.

'' My public figure is Vladimir Dracul, death of the pilot vampires. You 're here because you now belong to me. And what I did to you was call you as mine forever. '' My pass was swimming. Vampires ...
They could n't be real ... .could they ?

'' What do you imply, I belong to you ? I 'm not something you can own like a piece of meat ! '' I started heading towards the door way but before I could take two steps towards the threshold, his hand wrapped around my throat and he was growling in my ear.

'' ducky, you misunderstood. I did not have you a alternative in the matter. You will be mine and you have no say in it. '' I struggled to take a breath, gasping for air.

'' Oh good, you 're learning to persist quiet. It 's so often considerably you do n't struggle. '' He ran his tongue across my neck and bit down, sending a shock through me. My eubstance was burning and I felt my clit start to ache with desire. He drank for a instant or two before pulling away.

'' Your blood. So sweet. I wonder what the eternal sleep of you taste sensation like. '' His hired hand traveled down lower to my pelvic arch. I 'd always been bigger than normal girls. Wide set coxa, a few extra bender. And until recently, I 'd always been ashamed of them. So when I could feel the hands of a man on me, my body started to become consumed with lust. But I could n't let this creep know that.

'' Look at these curve, they 're marvelous. '' He started pulling up the nighttime nightdress and it was then that my judgment came to its senses.

'' No ! '' I struggled out of his grip but before I could make the door, I found myself back on the bed, my wrist pinned above my headland. sincerity was all that remained on his face. His eyes total 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 holding, I will use you. However I see fit '' He completely ripped off the night gown. Exposing my c-cup breasts. His eyes roamed my physical structure hungrily, like a hunter stalking his prey.

Before I could let loose a word of protest, he pressed his lips against mine. His tongue ran against my sassing and I parted them, allowing his tongue access. It met mine and they started intertwining with each other. And I could n't help myself, I moaned into the kiss. And I knew I was getting wet. I could only pray he would n't notice. But he pulled away, that same smirk in his face.

'' Oh, does my girl like that ? Good. Behave and I 'll reach sure you enjoy everything '' he pressed his lips back against mine, and keeping one hand on my articulatio radiocarpea, his other hand started tracing down to my tit. He grabbed it roughly, squeezing it. A lowly whine escaped my lips. 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 leg. He edged my thigh apart and started rubbing my pussy.

'' Well, somebody is enjoying herself. You 're soaking wet my dear. '' I opened my mouth to try and deny it but he raised an eyebrow at me, as if to dare me to try and deny it. I shut my mouth and turned away blushing

'' Oh do n't be embarrassed my dear. In the days to come I will collapse you so a good deal pleasure, you will be BEGGING to have me involve you again and again. '' He kissed my cheek and used the hand that had been pinning me down to turn my face towards him.

'' Have n't you always wanted the loving touch of a man ? Give yourself to me and I will open up a reality you could never dream of. Passion of Christ, lustfulness, desire, Latinian language. All of that and so much more. I will be your master, your dominant, your guiding bridge player. Krista, be mine. '' He gazed down into my eyes and I knew he mean every Good Book. I could n't do this ! It was loony but those eye. 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 feel him against me. With his shirt unbuttoned, I started pushing down his dungaree. Beneath them, Black silk boxers that had a wet stain on the front of them from the pre-cum. I reached to pull up those but he pinned my hands down and grabbed a rope from a drawer on the nightstand. He swiftly bound my hands to the bed posts. He grinned wolfishly as I bit my lip and whimpered ever so slightly.

'' Do n't care slight one. Soon you will feel my hammer pounding you relentless but first, I must savor. He kissed me once more before making his way down to my soaking wet twat. He admired and spread the lips.

'' Well well well, someone is soaking wet for her victor '' 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 hammer. '' He then bent his tongue down and licked a slow assembly line from my ass to my button. Making me moan and squirm. He slapped my snatch once.

'' I 'd pick apart off that squirming if I were you. '' He warned. Then returned to what he was doing. Running his clapper over my sore slit and licking up the juices. He stuck his spit in my pussy only to palpate how tight it was.

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

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

'' Come on now. Be a good girl and tell your master. How did my sweet niggling slut remove her ingenuousness '' he inquired, forcing a 3rd digit in, making me gasp and wriggle my hips. I was finally able to compose a sentence

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

'' Good daughter ''

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

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

'' I think someone is ready to be fucked like a proper slut. '' He slowly pulled his boxers down and out sprung a tool that made me want to scream. 10 inches in length. 5 in cinch. Far bigger than anything I had seen in pornography. I was soundless and he noticed my staring

'' Surprised ? Oh do n't worry, it 'll offend at first but after a while you will thirst it and be begging me to fuck you over and over and over again. '' He pushed his Boxer completely off and spread my legs wider. He tested how fix I was with one finger.

'' Oh Krista. Still so soaked. '' He pulled the digit out and rubbed the question of his prick against my cunt. He groaned and ordered me

'' Beg for it. Beg for my hammer in your pussy. differentiate me you want my turncock deep in your pussy. That you are my slut. assure me now or toy time is over. '' I was so scared that this was end I was crying and I whimpered out

'' Master ! Please ! Please fuck me ! I want your tool trench in my pussy. I 'm your slut oh please just bang me ! '' The words had barely left my lips when he shoved his cock in my tight wet pussy. He was only about half way in but I still felt so replete. It was unlike anything. Having something so monumental in me. It was so atrocious but so wonderful at the same time. He paused for a second to let me get used to it. I sat there whimpering and moaning for a instant while he placed light feathery kisses on my lips and neck. I finally nodded to him, not wanting to deflower the import with words, telling him to continue.

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

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

'' ... .I 'm ... .I 'm yours passkey. Oh please fuck me like the jade I am ! '' He started going at me at a phrenetic footstep, pounding me hard. botheration and pleasure mixing. Almost battling over my soundbox. Until finally pleasure won. All I could feel was his hired man me. Squeezing at my breasts and pulling on the nipple. And his cock buried oceanic abyss within me. And his lips. All over my face and neck. Until there was infliction as he bit into me and was again drinking my blood. He drank for a moment then reached one of his hands up and dragged across His shoulder, causing him to bleed.

'' potable Krista. Be with me '' I raised my lip to the wound and tasted it not to be bitter like I had imagined. But confection. But also fellow. All in once I felt his center entering me. Completing me almost. Like I had been a broken mirror and bit of him fixed the scissure. Until I was brought back to reality in an terra firma shattering sexual climax. Causing me to scream and cum hard, writhing my coxa wildly as I felt his cock filling me with cum. I do n't know how prospicient it truly lasted but when it was over, both his and my bodies 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 warmth than a thousand whiteness hot Sunday. He removed the binds and held me conclude to him.

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

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