I’m Your Renfield: A Halloween Tale of Vampiric Lust

This gorgeously sexy halloween guest blog was written by the very talented D34U.

The marquee over the historic theater reads, Goth Prom, and the autumn chill in the evening air creates a perfect atmosphere for the event. A long line of beautiful people in black file through the brass doors. I am also dressed in black, but in a more subdued, functional fashion than the others, wearing my old-school Doc Martens.

You are at my elbow, arm locked in mine, the embodiment of eldritch royalty. A wreath of sticks makes up the crown atop your head, a black hooded cloak draping from your shoulders. Your face is flawless, unwrinkled, appearing a quarter century younger than my own. The red corset you’re wearing barely contains your enormous breasts. Your bumpy, pink areolas peek above the bustline with each step you take. Eyes piercing the night, you scan the delicious citizens of this tiny night country.

A former movie palace, the theater has been transformed into an event venue. A semi-transparent gentleman, whom no one else seems to notice, tips his top hat to you as you enter the building. The domed roof of the theater is dotted with artificial stars. A grove of black Christmas trees with tiny white lights on them stands near the stage. Dry ice machines cover the floor in a billowing, blue fog. The candlelit tables around the dance floor are filled with dark fantasy enthusiasts of all genders, everyone there to see and be seen.

The crowd unconsciously parts for you, mesmerized. You step away from me, exploring the room, hunting. To onlookers, you appear to float without walking, the fog unfazed by your passage. A group of young women dance together in a corner. You approach them, fixated on the one with her back turned towards you. Her long, silky black hair cascades down to her waist. She’s wearing lacy, black fairy wings, which draw the eye to her perfect, round ass, captured within a pair of extremely small, tight black shorts. Long leather boots accentuate her smooth, muscular thighs. Feeling your gaze on her, she slowly turns, revealing her large oval eyes, framed by antique, wire-rimmed glasses. She’s just your type!

I watch as you peel her away from the group, her attention completely taken by this gorgeous creature before her. In seconds, she moves closer, unable to resist the urge to stroke your cheek with the back of her knuckles. Saying something I cannot hear, you smile, taking her hand from your cheek in both of yours. You lock eyes with her, kissing and licking the tips of each of her fingers in turn. Minutes later, you lead her by the hand off the dance floor. Passing by me, you shift your eyes to a young man in a vest – another toy for me to acquire for you.

Leading the girl into the restroom, you turn on her suddenly, kissing her passionately, not bothering to seek the privacy of a stall. With no effort, you lift her onto the sink counter, ripping her tiny shorts off in one unseeable movement. Her mouth never leaves yours as she reaches out to free your tits from the corset, unbuttoning the top two busks. Your hands reach beneath her t-shirt, her braless, small tits sporting thick, hard nipples. She moans in your mouth, completely at your merciless command. Breaking the kiss, you slowly drop to your knees, parting her legs.

You lick the inside of her left thigh, just above where her leather boots end, kissing and sucking your way slowly up. At the top inside of her leg, you nibble, your cheek resting against her soft pubic hair. Deliberately, you bite down, drawing out just a little blood, just a Taste. She gasps, grabbing your head to pull you towards her dripping cunt. But you drink luxuriously, sucking at the small bite as her musk fills your nose. Her wetness drenches the side of your face and you finally give in to her begging, allowing her to steer your efforts and she grasps the back of your head with both hands.

Just then, one of the stall doors squeaks gently, opening part way. A blonde woman’s eyes are wide in the dark, hoping for a glimpse of what she has been hearing. Your gaze silently orders her to watch as you go down on the dark fairy propped on the sink. You lick all around, teasingly grazing her clit. You slide your unusually long tongue deeply into her, the tip firmly stroking her g-spot. She moans loudly, not caring who hears.

The blonde woman licks her lips, her hands moving of their own volition, reaching between her legs. Your dark fairy comes savagely, quivering beneath your tongue’s onslaught, her long leather boots wrapped around the back of your neck. Grinding her pussy against your face, her screams echo loudly in the small room. Your face slick with her juices, you crook your finger, gesturing for the blonde to come forward.

Her eyes never leaving yours, the blonde woman emerges from the stall, ripping her own blouse open, her heavy tits swinging in the dim light. The buttons fall to the floor. She reaches up, pinching her long, pointy nipples. They are the loveliest breasts you’ve seen in 300 years. Standing up, you gesture for the fairy to suck the blonde’s tits, which she does with wild enthusiasm. You join her, your tongue flicking rapidly over the blonde’s rock hard nipples. You both push the blonde against the wall, gently stroking her dripping pussy.

The fairy kicks the blonde’s legs apart, squatting to lap at her clit. You step forward, kissing the blonde with your crotch against the back of the fairy’s head. You’re entering a state of pure horniness, where lust makes the decisions. So you must be careful not to draw blood with your fangs- this one’s just for play, not for Tasting. Her tongue entwines with yours, moaning her orgasm into your mouth.

Goosebumps rise over your entire body, making your nipples ache. Your cunt gushes with the desire to be touched. You raise your gauzy skirt to receive their attention. Without bidding, each of them drops to their knees- the fairy in front of you, the blonde behind. The fairy’s big brown eyes shine behind her glasses as she looks up at you, mouth open wide, tongue extended to serve. Stepping forward, you grasp handfuls of her luscious hair, pulling her mouth onto your clit, grinding.

You feel the blonde woman kissing your lower back, her tongue gliding down the crack of your ass. You feel her long, black fingernails dig in, pulling your cheeks apart, her hot breath on your anus. She thrusts her tongue into your ass deeply, worshipfully, licking round and round. In the mirror, the two women are on their knees, facing one another, licking the empty air between them. Outside on the dance floor, every head turns towards the sound of your orgasm- a terrifying growl that shakes the entire building. The dancers all look at one another in confusion- and sudden lust.

The blonde girl stumbles out of the restroom first, a distant, ecstatic smile on her face. Crossing the dance floor towards her group of friends, her torn blouse flaps loosely, and her bared tits are bouncing with her steps. I watch as you enter the floor, your dark fairy in tow. Taking her into your arms, the sounds of 80s synthesizers fill the room. You slow dance with her into the trees, her eyes glowing, but not with the typical hypnosis you use on Food. She looks different from the rest of the crowd, changed. You’ve Tasted her! A gut-wrenching realization hits me. I’m looking at my replacement.

My heart is broken. My decades of service to you, forgotten. But I know my place and my devotion to you remains. It’s my duty to ensure you are nourished. So I approach the slim young man in the vest, chatting him up and buying him a drink. On the dance floor, the blonde girl and her friends join you among the trees, dancing, kissing, and caressing her bare tits. You have that effect on people. Over the fairy’s shoulder, your eyes lock with mine. Your hunger radiates from you, commanding and ghastly. I lead the young man outside and into the alley behind the theater.

Still in the thrall of your presence, his passion overwhelms him. His cock strains against the front of his pants as he grabs my head to kiss me. But I spin him around, pinning his arms behind his back. I bend him over and pull his pants down. He groans in anticipation of what he thinks comes next when you suddenly appear in that uncanny way you have. Fog from the dance floor seems to have followed you, gathering thickly around your legs. A street lamp lights you from behind, obscuring your face except for your glowing red eyes. Your tits, full and pendulous, swing freely above the unbuttoned corset. You are both desire and fear in equal measure.

I pull him up, his arms locked behind him. You stare into his eyes, somehow coming closer without walking. You run your fingers through his long hair, kissing him deeply. Your lips trail down his bare chest, licking and sucking each nipple with relish. “He’s a pretty one!,” you say, inspecting his dripping cock with both hands. You squat before him, perfectly balanced on your heels and your fingers begin rubbing your pussy. His breath catches as your lips engulf the head of his dick. His back arches and you suck him, slowly sliding your lips down to his balls.

I thrust his hips forward with my own, fucking your mouth with his cock in a building rhythm. He groans as his dick is shoved roughly down your throat. Your fingers work furiously at your swollen clit, your moans joining his. He tilts his head back and gasps, coming copiously down your throat. His final orgasm is the best of his short life. You swallow with throaty, gulping sounds. Your eyes roll back as you come in shuddering waves, the fog billowing away from you as if blown by a strong wind.

I release my grip on him, his final spurt shoots across your face. Standing, you bring him into another deep kiss, your hands gripping his hair. Gently, you sink your fangs into his carotid artery. He does not resist. Slowly, he loses consciousness and you hold him up, sucking him dry. When you are done, you tenderly lower him to the ground. Silhouetted at the end of the alleyway, your dark fairy walks around the corner towards us.

At the sight of her, I realize what I must do now. I kneel down on one knee. “My life for you, my Queen,” I say, honored to become your sustenance. You look at me in shock, despairing at the sight of the victim laying before you. You reach down to touch my face, bloody tears falling from your eyes. You drop to your knees and kiss me with a passion I have never felt from a mortal. I look over your shoulder to see your beautiful dark fairy, watching me with genuine tenderness as your fangs find my neck.

I feel my heart pulsing, pumping, filling your throat with my soul. I cradle the back of your head as you suck my neck, stroking your hair, pulling, urging you to drink your fill. Your reach down, releasing my straining dick. Your hand slides up and down the length of me, a last gushing orgasm building in my balls. I come violently, scenes of our lives together flashing before my eyes after each pulse: when you Tasted me on the docks, so many years ago. Drying your tears after you drained each of your victims. Brutally punishing you against my own will to quench your insatiable masochism and guilt. All those moments, slowly drifting away, until night overtakes me.

An absolute silence follows the darkness. The sensations of touch on my skin are now gone. I feel my last heartbeat leave me in peace. Emptiness becomes everything. I am utterly alone for the first time. Panic and dread begin to overwhelm me, the initial feeling of peace forgotten.

But then, a distant voice pierces the perfect Nothing. Your voice, echoing through the void. “Come back to me, my Love” you whisper. I feel the sensation of rushing forward, as if on a train. The sense of touch, now heightened, returns to me. My mouth is full, my tongue lapping at something familiar. Warm liquid fills my mouth and I swallow. Quiet sounds of a sleeping city begin to fill my ears. Sitting on a park bench as I lie in your lap, you stroke my hair and I suck blood from your nipple. Under the yellow streetlight, we look like a profane version of Michelangelo’s Pieta.

Slowly, I open my eyes to see you gazing down at me with worry and relief. But you’ve changed. There are crows feet around your eyes and your hair is more salt than pepper now. Your youth, sacrificed forever to save me. You have never looked so beautiful! And now, to both my horror and delight, I realize I am no more free of your spell in death than I was in life. My erection, now eternal, throbs for you, aches for you, always and forever, in perfect synchrony with your infernal heartbeat.

You kiss me, easily lifting me onto my feet with one hand. “It’s going to be dawn soon,” says our dark fairy. She’s gorgeous, and I know we’ll both come to love her as you did me. Exiting the alley, we walk hand in hand in hand down King’s Highway towards home, the gloaming approaching from the East.