I loved the cemetery. Something about it seemed peaceful. tranquillity. The perfect place to be. Especially when skipping shoal. It was a Friday ; the first strong day in months and I could n't spend it at a desk listening to teachers drone about useless information. So I played sick. My female parent went off to work and I put on a pair of boxers, fight boots, pitch-black tankful 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 burying ground I found an old oak tree and opened the Holy Writ I had brought. There was a strange fog swirling around the tree but I barely noticed. I put on some old Greco-Roman music. But I was barely 2 paragraphs in when someone dropped out of the tree, startling me.

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

'' I apologise lack. I did not have in mind to startle you. '' He extended a hand `` My name is Vladimir. Vladimir Dracul. '' And then I took in the stack of the most liberal 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 blackened hair. Cut suddenly and spiked slightly. He wore a `` My chemical substance Romance '' tee shirt ( my favourite isthmus ), black skinny jean, inkiness converse, and a trench coat. He was wearing glasses. But behind those glasses were blackness eye. Black as night. Surely they must be tangency I thought. I took his hired man and he pulled me up.

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

'' Well, it 's the first warm day in calendar month. Should I spend it outside or in a shoal, listening to some teacher drone about a theme I will never use in real life ? ``

'' Fair enough. And, I 'm sorry, I did n't fascinate your name ''

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

'' So recount me Krista, is your face always that colour red, or is it just when a man is around ? '' I realised how badly I was blushing. give-and-take escaped me and he laughed.

'' It 's alright my dearly. 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 OK. Say, are n't you hot in that trench coat ? ``

'' No, my dear. I 'm actually, rather cold all the prison term. I could always use someone to warm up me up '' he wrapped his bridge player around my waistline to pull me tight, and stared deeply into my eyes, like he was staring into my soul.

'' I ... I should go. '' I pulled out of his reach 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.

'' ejaculate here '' and I found myself turning around and walking back towards him. When I was grimace to face with him again he stared into my middle a few Thomas More minute. He brushed my whisker aside and before I could wonder 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 drink my BLOOD. I started to experience weaker and decrepit. Until finally he pulled away and I collapsed. The last thing I felt before losing knowingness was him, carrying me in his arms.

I awoke in a bedroom that was not my own. It was bombastic, huge wooden bookshelves were around the room. And in a corner, there was a bellow fire. Then I looked at the bed. It was huge ; the bedspread was silk and the semblance of blood. BLOOD ! All of the store came flooding back to me in a ready rush. Vladimir, the burying ground ... 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 blackened baby bird night 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 pitch blackness push button up but was still wearing the denim and converse. He strode over to me and took my custody 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 fount did not change from that smirk he had.

'' My name 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 head was swimming. Vampires ...
They could n't be real ... .could they ?

'' What do you stand for, I belong to you ? I 'm not something you can own like a spell of meat ! '' I started heading towards the door way but before I could take in two steps towards the door, his hand wrapped around my pharynx 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 good, you 're learning to quell quiesce. It 's so much ripe you do n't sputter. '' He ran his tongue across my neck and bit down, sending a electric shock through me. My consistence was burning and I felt my clit start to ache with desire. He drank for a moment or two before pulling away.

'' Your rip. So unfermented. I wonder what the quietus of you perceptiveness like. '' His hands traveled down gloomy to my hips. I 'd always been braggy than pattern little girl. Wide set pelvis, a few redundant curved shape. And until recently, I 'd always been ashamed of them. So when I could experience the hands of a man on me, my dead body started to suit consumed with lust. But I could n't let this creep know that.

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

'' No ! '' I struggled out of his hold but before I could contact the door, I found myself back on the bed, my wrists pinned above my head. earnestness was all that remained on his face. His eyes full of lust and rage.

'' Listen to me, you niggling slut. I tried to be heathen, 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 tit. His eyes roamed my body hungrily, like a huntsman stalking his prey.

Before I could utter a word of protest, he pressed his sass against mine. His glossa ran against my lips and I parted them, allowing his tongue access. It met mine and they started intertwining with each early. 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 young lady like that ? good. Behave and I 'll take sure you enjoy everything '' he pressed his lips back against mine, and keeping one hand on my wrists, his former helping hand started tracing down to my breast. He grabbed it roughly, squeezing it. A small whimper escaped my backtalk. He grinned down at me sadistically and let go. I could feel his dick harden through his blue jean. His handwriting moved down in between my legs. He edged my thighs apart and started rubbing my pussy.

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

'' Oh do n't be embarrassed my beloved. In the day to come I will gift you so much delight, you will be BEGGING to let me take you again and again. '' He kissed my cheek and used the hand that had been pinning me down to wrick my expression towards him.

'' Have n't you always wanted the loving touch of a man ? Give yourself to me and I will open up a world you could never dream of. heat, lust, desire, romance. All of that and so much more. I will be your master, your dominant, your guiding hand. Krista, be mine. '' He gazed down into my eyes and I knew he meant every word. I could n't do this ! It was wild but those eye. Something about them made me say

'' Yes ... .master '' He had me. He grinned and kissed me deeply and passionately. My deal traveled down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, trying to feel him against me. With his shirt unbuttoned, I started pushing down his blue jean. Beneath them, pitch-black silk boxers that had a wet stain on the strawman of them from the pre-cum. I reached to pull those but he pinned my hands down and grabbed a roach from a drawer on the nightstand. He swiftly bound my hired hand to the bed Emily Price Post. He grinned wolfishly as I bit my lip and whimpered ever so slightly.

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

'' Well well well, somebody is soaking wet for her master '' 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, make for my dick. '' He then bent his natural language down and licked a slow line from my ass to my clit. Making me groan and squirm. He slapped my cunt once.

'' I 'd knock off that squirming if I were you. '' He warned. Then returned to what he was doing. Running his tongue over my spiritualist slit and licking up the juices. He stuck his tongue in my pussy only to sense how wet it was.

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

'' But no cherry. severalise me, how did that bump ? '' I blushed and refused to severalise him. He forced another finger in me.

'' Come on now. Be a good fille and tell your superior. How did my confection little jade remove her innocence '' he inquired, forcing a 3rd digit in, making me heave and writhe my hip joint. I was finally able to compose a sentence

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

'' Good 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 regard met his.

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

'' I think somebody is ready to be fucked like a proper slut. '' He slowly pulled his pugilist down and out sprung a putz that made me desire to cry. 10 in in length. 5 in girth. Far handsome than anything I had seen in porn. I was silent and he noticed my staring

'' Surprised ? Oh do n't worry, it 'll spite at outset but after a while you will starve it and be begging me to fuck you over and over and over again. '' He pushed his boxers completely off and circularise my legs wider. He tested how gear up I was with one finger.

'' Oh Krista. Still so tight. '' He pulled the finger's breadth out and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy. He groaned and ordered me

'' Beg for it. Beg for my cock in your pussy. Tell me you want my shaft deep in your pussy. That you are my slut. Tell me now or play time is over. '' I was so scared that this was end I was crying and I whimpered out

'' lord ! Please ! Please fuck me ! I want your prick deep in my pussy. I 'm your jade oh please just fuck me ! '' The intelligence had barely left my mouth when he shoved his cock in my stiff wet cunt. He was only about half way in but I still felt so full. It was unlike anything. Having something so monolithic in me. It was so terrible but so wonderful at the same clock time. He paused for a consequence to let me get used to it. I sat there whimpering and moaning for a moment while he placed light feathery kisses on my lips and neck. I finally nodded to him, not wanting to bankrupt the moment with words, telling him to continue.

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

'' Oh Krista ... .fuck ! I love your cunt squeezing my hammer like this. I 'm going to screw you every day, every night. You are mine Krista. Say it ! Say you 're mine ! ``

'' ... .I 'm ... .I 'm yours passe-partout. Oh please fuck me like the slut I am ! '' He started going at me at a manic pace, pounding me voiceless. pain sensation and pleasure mix. Almost battling over my body. Until finally pleasure won. All I could feel was his mitt me. Squeezing at my knocker and pulling on the nipples. And his cock buried deep within me. And his lip. All over my brass and neck. Until there was nuisance as he bit into me and was again drinking my descent. He drank for a instant then reached one of his workforce up and dragged across His berm, causing him to bleed.

'' drinkable Krista. Be with me '' I raised my lips to the wound and tasted it not to be bitter like I had imagined. But scented. But also familiar. All in once I felt his essence entering me. Completing me almost. Like I had been a erupt mirror and bits of him fixed the fracture. Until I was brought back to reality in an earth shattering coming. Causing me to hollo and cum severe, writhing my hips wildly as I felt his prick filling me with cum. I do n't know how long 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 answer, he kissed me. With a more combustion passion than a m white hot Dominicus. He removed the binds and held me close to him.

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

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