The Strange House - Part 7 (Patreon)

I guess I must’ve dozed off a bit, as suddenly, Faith stood in front of me with a steamy cup in her hand, offering it to me.

“Here,” she said. “I tried to make espresso. I have a machine, but who knows.”

“Thanks,” I said, taking the cup, eager to stay awake. “Do you need coffee?”

“While blood is my main source of nutrition, semen is beneficial too,” Faith smiled.

I guess I had to learn how to nap in the daytime if I spent my nights with Faith. Every moment she was awake was precious, and I wanted to spend it with her. I then eyed a door that she hadn’t highlighted before, between the PC room and the bedroom. I nodded towards it and Faith looked over.

“What’s in there?” I asked.

“Toys,” Faith said with a teasing smile.

“Toys? Like barbie dolls and legos?” I chuckled.

“I’ll show you in time,” Faith promised, slumping down next to me, trailing a finger from my ticklish navel to one of my nipples, making small circles around both. “To stroke your ego a bit, I actually had to withdraw my fangs to make you fit,” she said, licking her teeth with her open mouth to prove her point.

Indeed it did stroke my ego. I had always been made fun of for my size, as it wasn’t exactly proportionate to my less than average height. But if it made Faith happy, and to such an extent to warrant praise, then I was the happiest man alive. She had done so much for me, honestly. Not only sexually, but just by being amazing. I looked over at her. What a woman. What a fucking woman. I wasn’t one to often curse, but Faith made strong language necessary.

“How do you even walk in those things?” I asked, nodding towards her three inch heels. They looked like they were gonna break at any moment. Faith smiled a devious smile.

“It’s easy,” she said, standing up. “Do you like the way they make my legs look?” she asked, moving a hand down to the side of her hip, looking down at her heels herself.

“Yes,” I said immediately. What was there not to like? Her hips looked so powerful, her calves so delicate. Her feet… I never knew I was a feet-person, but looking at her, or perhaps because it was her, I found even her feet enticing.

I slowly sipped at the mug filled with the espresso Faith had made, feeling more than ready to learn how not-done we were with the night. Being no expert in coffee or anything like that, it tasted just fine to me. I was flattered she’d make it just for me anyway, and was happy all the same. It was then I realized something. Faith had been with me the whole day… night. And not once had I seen her feed.

“Have you eaten today?” I asked. “Or drank. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to call it.”

“No. But it’s fine. I don’t need much anymore,” Faith said, smiling. “So have you had fun tonight?”

“Oh yeah. You bet. I’ve never had a night like this,” I said.

“And to think, we haven’t had a single drink. We’re both stone sober,” Faith highlighted.

She was right. That was perhaps the most intriguing part. I had always thought these things happened after a frisky party with lots of drinking, at least based on my fellow high schoolers and what I read in stories and whatnot, but Faith was perfectly capable, and me too I guess, to duke it out with out any substance to lower her inhibition.

“I didn’t even think about it,” I said. Faith gave me a peck on the cheek, then lifted herself out of the couch. “I don’t even want to leave. I just wanna stay here.”

“You can. Even when I’m asleep, you can fuck around here all you like as long as you don’t make too much noise,” Faith offered, disappearing into her bedroom.

“So. I see you have a computer,” I started. “Do you play games?”

“Sure do. A lot of CSGO. I think I’ve got around five or six thousand hours in that game,” she chuckled, emerging with Listerine in her hand. “But also other games, of course.”

“Wow. You must really be good then,” I said in pure awe. I was never into shooters too much myself, but I had tried them of course. But thousands of hours? The most I had was two thousand in Crusader Kings 2.

“Nope. It took me a while to even get the eye-hand coordination right. Using a PC is way harder when you’re not used to technology,” Faith said.

“I bet that made for many happy teammates,” I joked. Faith shoved at me, taking possession of my empty cup.

Again I wondered how old she was. She sometimes sounded so old and wise, sometimes more… modern. And she so often spoke of things as if she was not familiar with the modern world. Faith didn’t even have a phone! But I had asked her age several times. Once she playfully chided me for it, others she just avoided the question. So I knew not to ask. It was obviously something she didn’t want to talk about, for whatever reason.

“Faith,” I started, watching as she took my mug over to a corner to refill.

“Yes, you can ask me a question,” Faith said with a smile, giving a glance over her shoulder.

“What makes you angry?” I asked as she disappeared behind a pillar.

“If you don’t want to piss me off,” Faith said from out of view, “don’t ever lie to me. Don’t cheat on me, and don’t wake me up.”

“I think I can do that,” I said, her emerging from the pillar again, steaming cup in hand. “I still can’t believe you’re able to walk on those heels.”

“Oh, it’s easy,” Faith said, “Look!”

With a sudden turn, Faith darted in a blur across the room, mug with steaming espresso in her hand. But not far. Her foot got caught on the back of one of the sofas and Faith leapt far into the air. By the time I had risen, Faith had landed awkwardly on her feet, her ankle twisted in a weird pose as she tumbled back on her ass.

“OUGH!” she groaned, the cup of coffee amazingly still unspilled and untouched. “Whoops,” she pouted, cutely puffing her cheeks as she exhaled, before chuckling a bit at her own clumsiness.

“You alright?” I asked, making my way over.

“Oh yeah, I’m alright. I think we may have to amputate, though,” Faith joked, but wincing slightly, handing me the mug. But when Faith tried to put weight on her foot to stand up, she groaned in pain.

“Give me a hand here,” Faith said. I put the cup away, and offered her both my hands. She easily got to her feet, but still winced when she put weight on her foot. “I guess I’m a bit clumsy,” she muttered.

“It’s because you haven’t eaten,” I said.

“No no. Just get me to bed… and perhaps you could massage my foot a bit? My heels are killing me,” Faith suggested.

“No ‘perhaps’ here,” I said, letting her wrap an arm around my shoulders. 

It was only right for me to treat her a bit, and I knew women loved getting their feet massaged. And while I had never done it, I was eager to give Faith my first. Massage, that is. While I knew I wanted to sleep with Faith, and the likelihood of her being my first was high, I wasn’t sure if tonight was the night. It had been so amazing so far, I just… needed a bit more time. But a massage was perfectly fine. I was pretty eager to get my hands on those feet.

With a bit of awkward stumbling, as she was still taller than me, we managed to get her into the bedroom. I noticed then she had changed the sheets. Industry purple, I guess you could call it.

Anyway, I helped her lay down on the bed, and as she did, I guess her dress rid up a bit. I quickly rubbed it back down her thigh, however, getting a giggle out of her. I guess my modesty amused her. I hadn’t yet seen or touched all of her. Not even her thighs had I touched, actually. So it made me hyper aware when my fingers braced against her warm skin, feeling even with the briefest of touches of her powerful muscles.

Looking at her as she laid on her back, I became oddly aware of that fact. That I hadn’t touched her at all almost, even just running my fingers along her body was something I had wanted the most. Feel her curves, make my fingers, my mouth, and my tongue get familiar with every inch of her. And I mean every inch. I looked at her slim waist, her red dress-covered belly, her cleavage, her face. I wanted to eat her up with how she looked like the most tasty meal when she laid back on the bed like this. Hair splayed, a small knowing smirk, and those gorgeous hazel-green eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” Faith asked, though I thought she perhaps knew.

“How good you look… I just want to touch you. And kiss you. Everywhere,” I said, unable to hide my desire from my voice.

“If you’re a good boy and give my feet a good rub, I’ll take this dress off and you can kiss and touch whatever you like,” Faith said, lifting her foot, offering it to me.

I quickly got up on the bed, and she scooted further up so that I could cradle her left foot, the injured one, in my lap. Unsure where to begin, I at first started by just holding her injured ankle in my hands. I felt her tense up a bit, but I guess it only spoke to the fact that she indeed could feel pain. But her expression relaxed as my fingers touched her delicate skin, tracing her toes with my fingers. It was the first time I had touched a foot that wasn’t mine, so I, without really thinking about it, started inspecting the task at hand.

“I’m not the only one who’s warm,” Faith said, looking at my hands as I applied gentle pressure to each of her toes between my index and thumb, giving each a small squeeze. Faith groaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes.

So I did something right. I angled her foot upward a bit so I could place my thumbs into the crook of her heel and pressed in and all the way up to the root of her toes, almost feeling the cells in her foot release stress. Faith let out another groan, so I did it a few more times before I started to knead meticulously with my thumbs in concentrated areas, moving my way up and down her sole. I again squeezed each her toe individually, before I lifted her foot and carefully kissed her ankle.

But only one kiss, as I continued to massage into her foot, letting my eyes travel from her cute little toes and up her calf. I wanted to kiss there too. And her knees. And her thighs and her… I suddenly found myself looking up her dress. Only a quick peek. A glance, really. Orange panties, and by the way they disappeared down and into the bottom of her ass, I guessed she was wearing a thong of some sorts. I exhaled heavily, trying to calm myself. One thing at a time. We had all night. I looked over at a clock on the nightstand. It wasn’t even much after 2 AM.

As it was her ankle that had twisted awkwardly, I moved my hands to the injured area, gracing carefully over it with a thumb. I dragged my fingers lightly around it, pressing a little bit around it to see if there was still any pain. Faith only gave soft moans in response.

“Is your ankle doing better?” I asked.

“Oh, my ankle is perfectly fine. Maybe it was a dubious ploy to get you to bed. And to massage my feet,” Faith confessed, moving her now heavy eyelids towards me.

“You don’t need to do that. I’ll do that anytime you put your feet anywhere near my hands,” I said.

“I know, but it makes it more fun. Now, be a good boy and continue,” Faith whispered, closing her eyes again for me to do what I was here to do.

I once again pushed my thumbs into her foot, but instead of starting at her heel, I made straight lines down from top to bottom. Sometimes slow, sometimes hard. Depended on what sounds she would give off. The reactionary ones she made were an indicator of what felt good, and for that, I could either quicken the pace and press harder or soften it, rubbing small circles around her arch.

“You can kiss it more if you want to,” Faith muttered.

Instead of giving her a nod, I gently laid her foot down so I could lay myself prone on the bed for a better angle. If she wanted my lips anywhere on her body, I was eager to abide by her wishes. Happy to serve, happy to be the source of her pleasure and satisfaction. Faith scooted up a bit so I didn't have to go on the floor and still be between her legs. Finding her foot right next to my face, I didn’t hesitate and gave her an open-mouthed kiss right on the instep. As Faith cooed in delight, I gave it another, using my arms to cradle her ankle as if to snuggle up to it, showering it with my lips as I hungrily ate at her foot.

I had no idea where it came from, but I soon snaked my tongue out to lick her sole. It tickled her, as her whole leg twitched, giving me pause. I guess it was weird to suddenly taste someone's foot, not that I would really know since I had no experience there. But I didn't mind her getting tickled a bit, and neither did she, so I gave one more long lick until I found her toes. I then sucked several of her toes into my mouth, totally delirious with just consuming any part of her I could come in contact with, which was further emphasized as my rock-hard member pressed into the mattress.

After a little nibble on one of her smaller toes, I felt her legs retract and leave. Before I knew it, Faith pulled the dress up and over her head, throwing it across the room in a wad. I would have gotten a look at her beautiful naked body if not for the orange thong and her black laced bra that was left to cover it. But what a sight it was regardless. From her perky ample-sized breast to her taut, in-shape belly, to her shoulders, to her waist and how her hips slightly spilled out due to her being laid back. Everything, in prime condition, as if sculptured to be the perfect woman. The perfect woman to seize control over a boy like me.

“It was getting hot, no?” she commented with a tease, watching as I wiped drool from the side of my mouth. She then nodded down for me to continue.

I realized the metal was still blasting in the living room, and it served as an orchestra to me crawling up from her foot to find myself kissing her ankle and then her calf instead. Hunger drove me to climb, and as the smooth skin of her calves came in contact with my lips, I sucked down hard on her skin, taking her calf into my hands for closer inspection and sucking up everything I could. So soft. So tasty. I inhaled her scent, and even here it was strong and I felt almost dizzy from it.

“Ah,” she yelped as my worship continued.

The further up her leg I went, the more it was as if my tongue, mouth, and face didn't want to leave a patch of her untouched. No amount of smooth skin went neglected. I drove my nose into everything I could get a hold of, licking and kissing when my lips graced her warm muscles, pushing my cheeks against her very calves just to feel something so lovely and smooth rub against me. I felt like I was possessed in the way I treated myself to her body. 

I kissed the inside of her calves and up to her knees, but here I stopped, unsure if I would continue. Should continue. I absolutely wanted to. I looked up to look at her face for guidance but instead was faced with her orange thong. In between her partially parted legs, I was staring directly at her clothed sex. It was my first real glimpse, and to call me thirsty wouldn’t describe the way I felt right now enough.

“What are you waiting for?” Faith asked, parting her legs a bit to give me more room. And with each inch her long legs spread, my cock throbbed. Indeed, what am I waiting for? Was I scared? Scared of eating out Faith? Scared I won't be good enough?

No. I climbed up until her clothed vulva was two inches from my face. I could feel her heat and I felt myself almost drooling for the first taste of her wetness. With a tentative tongue, I tested the waters by flicking just the tip of it, gliding it just around the crease of her thigh and where the orange fabric started.

The taste of her warm flesh and her strong womanly aroma caused a tidal wave of arousal to wash over me, and I was now starved for her nectar. But I wouldn't rush. It would be hard to focus and drag this out, because everything within me screamed for me to tear her thong off and sink into her sweet folds, but I kept myself in check and continued a line around her outer lips, seeing just how soaked she was already. Even through the fabric I felt her heat and lust. My own cock twitched and tented my pants, aching for release as it pressed against the mattress.

“Devour me, Logan,” Faith whispered from above. I need no further inquiry. I was about to reach up with my fingers, but Faith swatted them away. I looked up at her and saw her lust-filled eyes look back down at me. She even had her fangs out now. I wondered if it was from excitement. She had said something before about intimacy and drinking blood from humans. But it surely gave her lustful look an extra layer of hunger. “With your teeth,” she demanded.

I leaned down and nipped the elastic rim at the edge of her orange panties, seeing her shudder in delight at the action. I grabbed the rim of her panties between my teeth, and I pulled them down and away, pulling the only barrier between us down to her thighs, tossing the thong as far away as I could. No need for that.

Now with her sex completely uncovered, she opened her legs again to showcase her delicious lips and her lovely ass peeking out just under her. What a sight. The first pussy I had ever seen. I couldn't believe my eyes how beautiful it was. Tempting me so. Pink and swollen, and the outer lips flanking the beautiful entrance into her inner workings. I had the strongest urge to dive right into the middle and plant my lips and drink deep, as much of her as I could. My cock was poking so hard I wondered if I’d cum just from squirming against the mattress.

To me, the sound of Faith's heavy breathing, coming and going with a heave of her chest, was the sexiest I had ever heard. And with the sight before me, I simply had to have it. I just hope I won't be a disappointment in such a regard. A guy never knows, right? Faith surely knew, because she raised her foot and wrapped it over my shoulder, pressing at me to get started. Like a wise woman once said, what are you waiting for? I dove in.

She tasted like Heaven. And she was dripping with juice as well from the moment I made contact. I sunk my tongue into her, dragging all the way from the bottom of her slit and up to her clit. Several times, and with increasing ferocity. There was no moment of hesitation of uncertainty when it came to making myself familiar and acquainted with her delicious treat. It was, frankly, the most addicting thing I have ever tasted. Nothing like anything I could ever anticipate. This beautiful nectar that was exclusively made to quench my thirst and feed my hunger. It tasted sweet. Salty too, but mostly sweet and erotic as I lashed up and down, loving the texture and the softness of her inner lips.

“Yes,” she moaned from somewhere above my head, “Use that tongue.”

I was lapping quickly now, eagerly looking to hit the spots that made her moan more, and her wetness was overflowing onto my chin and tongue by then. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me into her sex more and more. It started to almost make it hard to breathe… Never mind, I don't think I need breath. Not when I could inhale the whole buffet instead. Faith had a grip on my head too, entangling her fingers in my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.

It was so damn addicting, and I was constantly adjusting myself to a position that granted easier access to her lower regions, wrapping my hands around her thighs for leverage. So warm, so smooth. Her muscular thighs were the perfect handles for me to shove into her over and over, swirling around with everything I was worth, tasting the savory flavor of a pure woman.

“Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum, you dirty boy,” Faith moaned with increased vigor. “You little motherfucker!”

As if the message wasn't loud and clear, Faith's insides gave off a series of involuntary contractions as I found her clit. With new-found determination, I centered everything on it, desperately wanting to feel Faith's peak and help her ride out her orgasm as strongly as she could. And she responded with violent hip thrusts, her feet pressing against my back to help her reach her ecstasy, and I could just see, and feel, her faint abs crunch and ripple as she tensed. Faith let out a piercing moan. It was something wild and exotic. Her scream continued as her movements grew to a frenzy. My entire face was awash with Faith. Her flavor. Her sex. Her presence and her power. She was strong. She was irresistible and yet relinquishing complete freedom, and I didn't ever want to come up for air. I had just given the greatest lady I had ever met something great, I just knew it.

And my knowledge of that fact was affirmed.

I looked up. And Faith stared back, biting her lip and giggling in the aftershocks.

“Wow,” I sighed, pulling away. “That was beautiful.”

“Agreed,” Faith smiled, stretching her arms, and looking completely drained. “Now get back in there.”

Faith reaffirmed her grip on my hair and pushed me back to my workstation.

“To think you're a virgin, you sure are a natural at eating a girl out,” Faith said.

I blushed at that, of course, but also swallowed a bit. Virgin, yes. With no experience to speak of, at least. Yet this was not only easy for me, it was nothing less than addictive, like an actual high. Like, I could literally die eating out Faith and I’d die a happy man. I forgot that there was a world out there when I was in here, lying on my stomach between Faith's legs, lapping at her folds and sucking on her clit. It didn't take long before she moaned out her second orgasm. By then I had found new places I needed to explore with my tongue. It had peeked out at me before, and Faith had let me grope it, back in my own bedroom before.

During the aftershocks of her second climax, I slithered my tongue out of her pussy and rolled down lower to her butthole.

“Oh!” Faith gasped in surprise, her eyes widening in shock, as I looked up. I teased my tongue just around her puckered hole, giving her a bit of an understanding and knowledge of my intentions. “If you're gonna do it, then do it. No teasing down there!”

That was all the confirmation I needed, as I sucked in a sharp intake of air and pushed my tongue harder into her rear, my nose disappearing into her labia. Getting choked out was not a concern of mine once again, as I pressed hard and started making circles, alternating with firmer licks up and down her butthole. Faith whimpered and squirmed, letting me know I was on the right path.

“Ooooohhhhh,” she let out in one long-winded breath. Her strong grip on my head ensured that my face didn't go anywhere. If Faith enjoyed it, then she wouldn't have to worry about me stopping.

So I slurped and licked and tongued away at her most intimate hole, spreading her ass cheeks for easier access and her hole greeted my intrusions with twitching responses. Faith didn't stop me or slow the pace down, instead grinding harder and faster on my face, coating my lips and cheeks with her abundant fluids, which were pouring out as quickly as they had before. With some strong convulsions and loud whimpers and labored moans, Faith bucked her hips against my tongue, feeding me her ass more and more, cumming her brains out by the sounds of it.

Then she released me, her head falling back. When I tried to go for more, she even stopped me.

“Enough of that,” Faith purred. “Time to return the favor.”

“But you already have,” I said, eager to get back to her sweet folds.

“Come up here and lay on your back,” Faith said. No quarrels with her. I obeyed. I guess my tongue was pretty beat too. As I wiped my chin and face I wondered if I’d be sore tomorrow. “Nasty boy. And here I thought you were so modest.”

I guess she was right. I always thought I was just that. Well brought up and indeed modest. Something about Faith drove out a wild hunger in me I never knew existed. It was actually, at a moment, as if I didn’t even exist. My whole world was nothing but Faith and everything I desired to do to her.

The moment I laid down, Faith rolled onto her knees, climbing down to slither beneath my throbbing erection. The boxers were off in a second, tossed to join the thong somewhere, and Faith quickly sunk her mouth down my girth. She seemed to struggle a bit as she got about halfway, but with the right angle, she shoved me down her neck too. I groaned out, feeling her throat stretch around my shaft, tickling my head just the right way. 

I was suddenly very aware of how sensitive and pent-up I had been up till now. My balls ached. My entire groin seemed to tingle and pull for a release already. But I tried to hold it together. This was not the moment to just blow. I was desperate to hold it off, but every time I gazed upon my member buried down Faith's sexy gullet, it was only a matter of time. I didn't stand a chance. I could tell, by the way the pulsing heat was intensified in my veins and spread through my groin and further into my legs. I felt it rise through my shaft but then– 

“Ah ah ah,” Faith scolded, pulling off. She used her index finger and her thumb on the root of my cock with just enough pressure to stop my impending orgasm. “Not yet.”

“How did you," I muttered, trailing as one of her hands started to work the tip, still squeezing the root.

“What?”

“Feel it,” I muttered.

“You think I can't feel how hard and fast your pulse is with this,” Faith giggled, tapping the throbbing vein that was very apparent on my shaft with her finger.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, eager to find a way back into her welcoming throat.

“Because I told you to,” Faith teased.

“This is torture,” I whined, laying back, and closed my eyes, wallowing.

I then felt her hand move from the bottom of my shaft and suddenly felt something prod at my own anus. Was it her finger? What? Oh, yes! It was her fing– 

“AHH,” I cried, clenching every muscle in my body as Faith plunged her fingers deep into my ass, curling her finger a little bit as if beckoning me. “OH! You evil creature.”

“What was that? What did I do?” she asked mockingly, already pumping in and out to her first knuckle.

My fists dug deep into the mattress, clenching a chunk of the blanket in each palm, clenching and unclenching down there as well with the pleasure, some discomfort, and slight pain she inflicted on my sensitive tightness. Her finger felt good though, even the small burn of getting fingered up the ass felt strangely exhilarating, sending bursts of energy along my spine. I felt myself clench around her finger, but the inability to fully squeeze made the pressure inside become almost unbearable and so intense.

“Ughhhh,” I groaned, trying not to squirm too much so that the burning didn't worsen. While it was an oddly satisfying sensation, it still was kinda painful.

“Did you say something, dear?” Faith asked innocently, peppering my stomach and hips with gentle kisses, swirling her tongue up around my naval and down to the top of my pelvis, though not quite yet reaching the target with her mouth.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” I whined.

“I don't quite understand what you're saying, sweetheart,” she continued her teasing, curling her finger up against something so explosive I literally spasm under her ministrations.

“AAAHHH! That's good,” I moaned. I never thought this was something guys could experience, or that it would be so good, but damn was I glad Faith took her liberties with me.

“What's good? The tongue I'm giving to your belly? Or the finger up your ass, huh?”

“Yes,” I replied to both. “Uh. YES!”

The feeling was so intense I didn't know what to do with myself. My body wanted to push Faith out but wasn’t able to as she kept shoving back in. Instead, I was forced to endure the relentless assault with very little choice of movement except for grinding into the mattress or backward and deeper onto her finger. Then her finger slithered out of me. I felt oddly empty then. Something I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

“Stand up,” Faith commanded, taking my hand.

I awkwardly got to my feet, while she remained seated beneath me. Even as she sat on her knees, and I stood on the mattress, I didn't exactly feel that I was the dominant one after that whole ordeal. Not when her hands rubbed my thighs, then one snaked underneath me and once again found my ass. 

But I think I had come to terms with the fact that I loved it. It was so odd, but such an oddly good feeling I think I was as hooked as her finger was inside of me. Faith could do anything she wanted at this point. And she did, pulsing her finger to the second knuckle in and out of me, curling her finger just the right way. I tilted my head back and groaned, closing my eyes. It was as if that was Faith's cue to wrap her soft lips around the tip of my cock.

She sucked on the tip, gently pushing the foreskin back and forth and bobbing her head just a little bit as she continued working that magic with her hand under  me. That only served as an amplifier to the pleasure, and the faster she went, the more my dick got rock-hard and soon, I felt the need to grab her face. Faith swatted my hands away, and I knew to obey.

“Don't worry. I'm not gonna tease you too much. Tell me, how does it feel?” Faith said, turning her voice away from her tone from before, but choosing a rather soothing voice, genuinely asking me how I had it.

“It's... weird,” I admitted. “Nothing I’d expect, nor really thought I’d enjoy… But I don't mind it.”

“Do you love it?” Faith asked, pulsing her finger a tiny bit harder.

“I… I, ugh…” I struggled to even talk straight as she found just the right spot. My cock throbbed dangerously. “I think I do. Or at least with time.”

“I'm glad. Now cum all over my mouth. Cover my mouth, my teeth, my fangs, all of it, in your viciously thick and creamy cum,” she hissed, wrapping her soft lips around my tip, bobbing harder than before and finally releasing her death grip around the base.

That was the signal my dick had been waiting for. She pumped her finger into my tight anus with one hand while working my tip furiously in and out of her mouth. I knew I wouldn't have to endure this for long. Before I could give a warning, my cock erupted, blasting a thick stream directly at the back of her throat, coating her tonsils with my load. Faith pulled my tip to the inside of her cheek, pumping me a bit, before pulling it out, and jerking it right onto her mouth with her free hand, her teeth, and her fangs, giving it all a fine white glaze, which only made them glisten a lot more.

My body shuttered uncontrollably as I gave everything into the euphoria. Faith continued to pump her finger into me which seemed to add to the intensity, which each thrust a new rope shot from my cock and onto her lips before she closed her lips around the tip to let me unload the rest inside the wet warmness of her mouth. My vision blurred and blackened around the edges as my load seemed to take forever. When Faith finally stopped fingerfucking my ass, she took my ass cheek firmly in her palm and squeezed, stroking my tip with her free hand. Her hands worked furiously. With a final few droplets, my orgasm ended, my knees feeling weak beneath me.

I fell backward but never touched the bed. Faith swiftly caught me, laying me on my back, cradled in her arms and thighs. From raunchy sexual acts for hours on end to laying in the comfort of her arms as I felt once again incredibly drowsy. I rolled over on my side and rested my head on her chest, finding myself fighting the urge to sleep.

“Did you like your evening with me?” Faith whispered her voice soft music in my ears, cooing me into a deeper slumber.

“Oh yeah, Faith,” I muttered, my eyelids growing heavier. “You’re amazing.”

I felt her lips touch my temple, and that was the last thing I remembered from that night.

*

When I woke up, I was no longer in Faith’s cradling arms and legs. I was lying under a thick duvet. I was acutely aware of how cold it was in her bedroom, outside of my warm cocoon. Had it been this cold last night? Everything outside of the warm duvet was Antarctic, except for the presence next to me. That presence was warm, even lying next to me. I turned to look at her and was utterly shocked by what I saw.

I had to clamp my fist over my mouth not to wake her, as the sharp inhale I made would likely wake the dead. Because that was what she looked like. Faith was always sun-kissed as they say, and with a lively disposition. Now she laid limp next to me just like one of those corpses you see in the movies. She was still beautiful in her own right, but there was something eerie about watching your girlfriend displayed as a dead body.

That would take some time to get used to, that was sure.

She had warned me though. Thank god. I could only imagine my reaction if not. Even now, as I knew, I had to fight back a tear as I looked at the lifeless body of Faith. It was just such a strong imagery to watch someone I was falling for, who had drawn so much out of me, and that I in general liked to hang around, dead like this. So beautiful, but so lifeless.

Instead, I shook my head and rolled out of bed, carefully so as not to wake the dead. She had warned me about that, and I wasn’t in any ambition to find out what that would be like.

So instead, I decided to spend the morning roaming her rooms. Except the one she told me I wasn’t ready for, whatever that meant. I knew I eventually had to get out of here and see my parents, eat breakfast, and live a normal life, but I was already eager to get down here again, to be with Faith. Forever. I wondered if that was something that was down the line. Would she make me a vampire? I hadn’t really considered the possibility until now. I guess if there was one person I would spend eternity with, it would have been her.

Rolling out of bed, I slinked over to a corner where I found my boxers first. I put them on, figuring walking around naked in a cold dungeon would make me sick. I’d find the rest of my clothes too. Then second, I found her orange thong. Wow. I picked it up and held the soft fabric in my hands. Silk. Only the finest material for someone as pristine as Faith. Before I caught myself as some pervert, I moved her underwear to my nose and drew in. I wasn’t sure if it was necessarily because it had clung to her sex, though that was part of it, but her odor was just something intoxicating. 

I looked around a bit to see if I found her other clothes. Perhaps a sweater of some sort, knowing it would hold her scent more strongly. No. She had worn a dress. Where was it again?

Stepping into the living room again, I slowly started to find my clothes. Except for my shirt. That is, I found it, but not in the condition I had thought it would be in. She had ripped the buttons, but the fabric itself had torn too. Shirtless it is, then. Though, I had to chuckle at how savagely Faith had taken me last night. It was as sexy as it was intimidating. In a good way, that is.

The first thing I wanted to explore was honestly her library. She had said there was old and newer fiction, and I wondered what that meant. Making my way down, I carefully opened the door. It didn’t make a sound. Thank God. Perhaps she had the hinges oiled or something. The room was at first dark, but as I opened the door light dimmed up rows upon rows of bookshelves of what I guessed were movies, music, and whatever else that could be stored in discs. Newer media, and older media I guessed, as I saw another much larger section span down another section of the room, that was all books.

Looking around the shelves I started to wonder how deep her cave went. This library was humongous. I couldn’t even make an estimate of how much there was in here. Inspecting some of the bookshelves, I saw that everything was sorted somewhat alphabetically. Old worn books among newer ones.

I then found something peculiar. A VHS. I had seen these on the internet in memes, and of course in movies, but Faith had loads of them. I started to wonder if she was some sort of hoarder, but perhaps it was just stuff she had collected over the years. And by the looks of it, it had been collected over many years.

But scared to mess up her system, or to ruin anything, I made my way out of the room and over to the PC room. Something I was at least familiar with.

Looking at the fancy LED-lit case, I guessed the computer was custom-made and way more powerful than anything I’d ever touched. Faith certainly never held back on the expense. I guess she didn’t have many other things to spend money on as she didn’t need the usual commodities, so why not indulge? That is, I truly didn’t know. Did she have a mortgage on the house above? Why did she even choose to live under the strange house? Pete was the last of her kin, she said. Maybe he had inherited the house or something.

Sitting down in her chair(I had to adjust it for my height) I decided to raid a library I was much more familiar with. Her Steam library. I saw that she had indeed almost 7000 hours in CSGO, but that wasn’t even what she had played the most. Some old strategy game called Red Alert 2, which she had 17000 hours in, and she hadn’t even played it in years. For a normal person, those numbers were ridiculous, but Faith had a lot of time. What better way to spend your time? Though, I knew she had work… I could always ask, but it was also something I guess I’d just learn with time. Her hobbies or whatever. Her time management. Mine had certainly gone sort of out of the window, having spent all night with her, and now slept until… I looked at the clock on her computer. Oh, it was only 10. Not too bad.

I shoved myself away from the battle station, deciding we had to make a play date at least once, but now I had to get back home. Firstly, I was starving. Secondly, I saw that Mom had texted me to come back, and I was always gonna obey my parents. Thirdly… Faith’s dungeon was sort of creepy, all quiet and with a sleeping vampire who looked like a very dead person. Like I said, something I’d have to get used to.

Mom and Dad were both happy when I got home. Dad gave me a cheeky knowing smirk. Mom didn’t say anything but I guess they both had been doing their own guesswork as to how the sleepover had gone. Maybe it was the state of my dishevelment. And that I got home in a torn shirt. But both of them emanated some sort of… Pride? Or happiness on my behalf? I wasn’t sure. It was foreign to me.

“Had a good time last night?” Mom asked, placing a plate of corncakes before me.

“It was fun,” I replied, having gotten myself a new shirt.

“And she didn’t even make you breakfast?” Mom teased.

“She was too tired,” I said, causing Dad to make some sort of loud snort, having just taken a sip from his coffee. Wait what… “No, I didn’t mean… Ah, never mind.”

“Did you walk home?” Mom said, directing the attention away.

“Yeah, Faith doesn’t live too far away, actually,” I said. I had snuck out back to not raise any suspicion from the neighborhood. “Is it okay if I go over tonight?”

Mom looked at me with a serious expression. “Do you remember to use protection?”

“Mom!” I exclaimed, feeling my whole face burn.

“You’re way too young to knock some girl up,” Mom explained matter-of-factly. This was the second time she asked me that!

“Yeah… thanks for the advice,” I muttered, stuffing food in my mouth to distract myself.

I guess I should ask Faith about this. From what I knew from fiction, aside from those horrible Twilight movies, vampires couldn’t conceive. But I figured I should make sure before I did something stupid. Faith would probably be livid if it was a risk. 

Sitting on my computer later, listening to that band she had put on last night, I found myself scrolling Instagram. I mostly followed people from school and some celebrities. And sure enough, Anna appeared cosplaying as Widowmaker from Overwatch. Like she even knew who that was. For the duration of my crush on her, I had thought she was a closet nerd. Nope, she was just a shallow bitch. ‘Jesus, language, Logan,’ I scolded myself. Though, honestly.

Once upon a time, I would have stopped to admire Anna’s cosplay, but I just scrolled on, wishing I had some images of Faith. I wasn’t sure if photos could even capture her. Did she even cast a reflection? I thought back to when I first met her. The car window gave me the clue that she didn’t, in fact, have a reflection. Or, she moved away so fast I couldn’t register that she wasn’t even there. Back then I wasn’t aware, so I was excused, I guess.

“Faith,” I whispered, wanting to taste her name in my mouth. Just saying her name excited me, making me feel all tingly-like. 

The whole day it was hard to keep myself distracted. I went for a long walk, listening to an audiobook, a short tale about a dubious knight and his squire on adventures. One of the perks of it still being March, however, was that the sun sets earlier than in the summer. I never thought winter would be my favorite time of year, nor me considering moving to Alaska. But darkness had become my light, and I was starting to yearn for it, to seek it. I felt like some emo kid. Perhaps I was. No. Faith was nothing like the classical vampire. Gothic and mysterious. Mysterious, yes, but in such a different way, but she wasn’t dark at all. She lit up the room when she smiled.

Later the same day, I sat on a bench outside the strange house. A bench I had only seen Pete sit on before. It was by the bus stop, but nobody really used it as it was more belonging to the house property than the stop. I was waiting until I was sure it was dark. Google said sunset was a bit before eight PM, so I figured I’d slip down the road and into the forest in a few minutes, figuring I’d give Faith some leeway.

“Hey there,” a familiar voice said. It was Robert of all people. He lived down the way. He was in joggers, probably out on a run. “Having a nice weekend?”

“For sure,” I blurted out with a sheepish grin. Call me foolish, but everything lately with Faith has made my days so much better.

“Heh,” Robert chuckled knowingly. “Good for you,” he said, slapping my shoulder.

“You applying to Indiana State?” I asked.

“Sure am. Close to home, close to Jen,” Robert replied. “You?”

“Community college. Though, I had half a mind going to somewhere else. Upstate or something,” I muttered, having to rethink my ambition now that I wanted to spend more time with a certain vampire.

“Makes sense, with all that, erh, stuff. Anyway, gotta go. Go slay,” Robert said, slapping my shoulder again, and jogging along down the way.

Looking at the clock, it was eight-oh-three. The yellow-orange streetlights blocked out the natural light, but I could tell it had indeed gotten dark. I hurried down the road and through a fence where we usually entered the forest.

But when I entered the living room again a few minutes later, it was still quiet. I saw the bedroom door was ajar like I had left it. Thinking she might still be asleep, I went to her PC room to not wake her. I played some online chess(not wanting to ruin her Steam analytics). After getting schooled for a few blitz games, Faith was still not up and about. Starting to get worried, I decided to check on her, despite what she had said about waking her up. I’d just be quiet.

Carefully making my way into the bedroom, I saw her on the bed, lying on her side under the covers. Only her bare shoulder and sandy locks peeked out. I couldn’t remember if she laid like that this morning. Moving up to the side of the bed, keeping my distance to not wake her, I saw that her eyes were halfway open, and she looked at me.

“Good evening. I’m just having a slow start,” Faith muttered.

“Are you alright?” I asked, sensing it wasn’t just a slow start.

“Erh, it’s just been a few days,” Faith said. When I didn’t understand, she added, “Since I’ve fed, I mean. I came to your room when I was supposed to eat, then we spent the entire night together last night. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Just need a bit of time to gather my strength a bit. You took it out of me last night!” she said, being her playful self, even in her reduced state.

“Faith,” I said. “I know you don’t feed on people, but… You need to eat.”

“But…” Faith said. “The nights are getting shorter, so I don’t want to spend time hunting when I could spend it with you,” she admitted. For once she seemed flustered at her admittance. I guess she would’ve blushed if she could. I can’t say I wasn’t flattered. It was a very sweet thing to say.

I moved a hand to stroke her cheek, thinking about her dilemma. The solution could be pretty easy, really.

“What about me?” I asked her. Faith looked up to stare at me confused.

“You?” Faith said, not seeming to follow. “I couldn't put you at risk like that!”

“It's an offer,” I pointed out, knowing full well I shouldn't risk what I was about to propose, but it couldn't be helped. I meant every word I was about to say. “It doesn’t have to be out of necessity… I want you to be healthy, yes, but like you said, it is also very intimate. We've gone through much together already. And I’m here, in a literal vampire cave. To top that, we… Did stuff yesterday… With you and I, we can overcome everything life throws our way, but we're gonna have to trust one another. And, I mean, you have everything else, so what else can I give you except my blood? And my heart of course.”

“How are you still this pure?” Faith asked, sitting up on her elbow, the cover sliding down to beneath her ribs. Though I'd love to inspect every fiber of the bareness of her, especially her chest, I kept eye contact. “After everything I did to you? And that I’m gonna do to you? You're neither scared nor do you think I'm gross. It's perplexing how right I was about you.”

“Right about me?” I asked.

“That you're perfect,” Faith whispered, holding out her arms for me to climb into her embrace. “You're adorable.”

“You're just being nice,” I laughed, climbing onto the bed and wrapping my arm around her shoulder as I laid myself across her.

“No,” Faith protested, throwing a foot across me. “Well… Okay, I might be biased, but it's the truth. Or do I need to prove it?” She started trailing her fingernail around my shirt's buttons, her predatory grin resurfacing.

“Not until you've fed,” I said, putting my foot down. “If anything... you need your energy?”

“Oh, is that so?" Faith challenged. “And why would I need my energy?”

“You're sidetracking,” I said. Faith was an expert on that.

Faith turned her face into a childish pout, before looking back at me with a raised eyebrow.

“So you wanna help, huh?” Faith smirked, rolling on top of me.

“Why not?” I asked, feeling an instinctual response to Faith's domineering presence.

"Don't speak too soon, Logan, and remember what I warned,” Faith purred. “And I might end up fucking you. I get incredibly horny when I feed on cute little boys like you.”

I gulped. Fuck. It was going to happen. Maybe. My dick stirred and immediately a rush of blood flooded it and made my boxers feel uncomfortably tight. Faith crawled up on all four, hovering over me like a carnivore about to delve into its prey. A certain glint in her eye told me that the decision had already been made for me. I had doomed myself.

My lips instinctually trembled as a slight panic ran through me, but Faith seemed to revel in my uncertainty as she gave off a slight chuckle. She positioned herself closer to me, taking a firm grip on my chin, and looking deep into me with her hazel-green eyes.

“Do-Do I n-need protection?” I asked, suddenly feeling like the shy little boy again.

“Only from me,” Faith said menacingly.

And at that, Faith leaned over and crashed her lips to mine, crushing me in a passionate kiss. I laid rigid, while she placed her knees on either side of my hips and a hand to hold my head in place, pushing deeper into the kiss. I felt something sharp and pointy graze my lip. It was her sharp fangs. I opened up automatically to allow her inside, feeling the slick tip of her tongue brush my tongue, pushing it back with force.

I moaned lightly as Faith purred above me, tightening her grip on my neck to take full control of our dance. She slowly descended my neck, trailing her kisses and nibbling down the side, following up with her slick tongue to comfort whatever spot she marked with her teeth. I could only pant and take whatever Faith gave me, not really knowing what to do or what was happening, but enjoyed every moment of her.

I felt one of her hands snake its way beneath my shirt, to feel my bare skin, as she licked a line from the nape of my neck and up to my ear. I shuddered out a sigh at her action, and before I could anticipate it, I felt both a sharp and soft pressure against my neck. I gasped, feeling cool, and definitely deadly, tips pressed against my pulse, followed quickly by a sharp pain and some soft suction on her part.

Then… Pleasure. Intense, inexplicable, indescribable pleasure coursing through my body. My toes curled, and my arms instinctively wrapped around Faith to pull her close. I thought it would hurt, but it felt almost ticklish and gave me goosebumps all over.

“Oh god,” I moaned, feeling her grind her pelvis up and down, acutely aware of her nakedness against my jeans.

She sucked harder, moaning against my neck as I could hear her swallowing eagerly. Faith moved herself to my side, one knee between my legs, one on the outside, and her other hand slid onto my pants. Faith pushed her hand under me and cupped my ass through my jeans, before giving it a hard squeeze before pulling her hand up and quickly slipping down straight into my boxers, firmly grabbing the bare cheeks as she had yesterday. That was something I found strangely arousing, the way she always teased my ass. Even without having the time to process, she started rocking her hand into my ass, my crack, squeezing and digging her fingernails into each cheek. 

All of that together with the bite had me moaning like a siren, my toes curled and my jaw clenched, feeling the increasing desire to whimper and beg for more.

“A little treat is in order,” Faith hissed, shimmying further down me.

Pulling herself free from my throat, she locked eyes with me as she released me and promptly dove straight toward the crotch of my pants. She was careful not to open her mouth too much, as she still had remnants of my blood in her mouth, but instead yanked my pants off, tossing them away like she did yesterday. With some hard pulls, she unceremoniously removed my boxers, swallowed my blood away, and stuffed the already rock-hard head of my cock into her wet mouth.

“Uh,” I grunted, unable to hold it back.

That had been the third blowjob I'd ever received, and it was just as wonderful and as erotic as the previous two times. She twirled her tongue around the tip and went to work on my balls while she started jerking me, squeezing my base tight in her fist. All her work made my toes curl and my back arch involuntarily. But instead of letting me cum right in her mouth, Faith climbed further down, as she muffled herself in my balls, diligent with her tongue on their sensitive undersides, she slipped her free fingers up my tight ass.

I cried out, clenching around her fingers, and fisted the sheets. Everything burned but was so very wonderful. She then surprised me by dislodging her fingers and lower licking her tongue down across my taint, and moved her hands to the underside of my thighs to push them up.

“Whoa!” I exclaimed, trying my hardest not to kick her away. What is she doing?!

She seemed to notice my apprehension but was relentlessly digging her tongue into my ass, jolting another loud moan from me.

I bit down to temper the onslaught, knowing that nobody had ever been there before and also having no clue whatsoever as to why Faith would stick her tongue there. But it was quite possibly the most stimulating sensation I'd ever felt, which had a weirdly pleasurable reaction to my aching balls, and now throbbing cock. But Faith was skilled or she knew me too well. Despite my apprehension, her tongue dug its way deep, wriggling itself as she wiggled her tongue into the puckering muscles, relaxing the hole around her soft tongue.

With a soft pop, I felt her lips release around me, only to climb up the bed to suckle my neck some more. Her fingers slipped down and now wriggled two fingers into my ass. The fire had given up and melted into warmth as I loosened a bit and was able to breathe in a heavy breath of relief, as two fingers were now pulsing in and out of me, all the while she sucked on my neck some more, feeding like an animal on its kill.

I was starting to feel light-headed. Was it the blood loss? Was it because of my arousal? The mixture of sensations?

Faith began whispering against my ear with each and every plunge, asking me how much I liked her. I, on my part, answered her honestly, but through ragged, short, and hard breaths. I told her that she was amazing and made me feel incredible, to which she giggled softly, thrusting her finger into my G-spot, and asking me, “Do I make you happy?”

I whimpered. “Very,” I assured her.

As her fingers retracted from my hole, I felt myself feeling slightly disappointed. Faith then fully dislodged her finger from me, quickly moving her hands up to catch me. I guess I had fallen over. At least that’s what it felt like, though I guess I had been lying down in the first place. I guess I was a bit dizzy. Was it the blood loss? Wait, I feel I’ve asked myself that question once before.

“You talk about me feeding, have you eaten?” Faith asked.

“Not since… breakfast,” I muttered, feeling slightly nauseated.

“If I’m to feed off of you, you have to eat. Especially if I’m gonna finger your ass and do other stuff. Sex and the like takes a lot of energy,” Faith scorned. “I felt your pulse slow down, so I guess I should’ve caught on earlier. Come on.”

“Where are we going?” I asked. “I’m fine. I thought we were gonna…”

“No,” Faith said, putting an end to it. “I know I talk a big talk, but your first time needs to be special. I want it to be special. For us both. You’d let me do anything I want, but you need it to be soft and tender as well. So I’m taking you to dinner, then we’ll get back here and if you play your cards right we’ll see. Got it?”

“Yes,” I muttered, thinking some fast food would be best as that meant getting fast back here. I was realizing how close I had been to finally getting laid. Damn nutrients and our needs for them.

But no. Faith found her phone and called some restaurant and got us a table. They had said it was full, but Faith had insisted quite firmly, and whoever she talked to had caved quite easily. And my lack of anything to wear was no problem either. Faith dragged me to her wardrobe next to the bedroom. Now it made sense why it was a whole room in itself. It was a large walk-in closet.

I was more distracted by my major blue balls. I keep saying it, but I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard as when she was on top of me, feeling as if I was moments away from losing my virginity. No less with a woman as pristine as Faith. My devoted girlfriend, who now took the motherly role in dressing me up. I wasn’t even aware she had any clothes for me at all.

“Burgundy, can’t go wrong with that,” Faith said more to herself than me, picking out several shirts in different shades of what I’d say was somewhere between purple or brown, but what the hell would I know? “And those cheeks will look just juicy in these jeans. And a casual gray blazer to go with? You’ll look so adorable!”

Faith looked me over as she had dressed me up. “Like a snack I could eat up. Oh wait, I already did!”

“Yeah, yeah,” I mumbled.

“Listen, I understand you’re young and you’d really like to have your first time,” Faith said, “but I want us to just take it easy a bit. For both our sake. And also so we can build our… relationship on more than just sex.”

“I know,” I said. “I’m just disappointed that I’m disappointed.”

“I see,” Faith said, cupping my cheek. “Well… I know you’re a gamer. I’m one too. Why don’t we just stay inside gaming all night one weekend? The next one?”

“That’s funny,” I said, feeling better already. “I had the same thought. A gaming date.”

“Great minds think alike.”

So a dinner date then. As Faith had picked out my attire, she also picked out hers. Blazer, like me, but with a white blouse and a black mini skirt that barely reached down to her mid-thigh. I had suggested it was a bit short, but she just said “this is the good girl skirt, the bad girl one is shorter,” dismissing any comments I would’ve had. She sure had confidence if she pulled that one off. But she did. Faith looked amazing. And those dark nylon stockings made her look even more… appetizing.

Even her shoes, something I never paid attention to. Leather boots. Faith teased me about kicking me in the ribs with those things, but honestly… I don’t think I’d mind that. Maybe I was a bit kinkier than I thought? Or was she rubbing off on me? I couldn’t tell. Her unexplored toy room was starting to reveal its secret to me through the way we interacted, and parts of me were intrigued. Faith knew how to have a good time, that was sure, so I’d trust her in this too. I knew she’d respect anything I’d reject.

The restaurant was something else. I don’t think it was too luxurious, but it was nothing like the fast food joints that I had sometimes ventured to. I think Dad sometimes took Mom on dates like this, but only on rare occasions when Dad didn’t work. Being far from familiar with such places, I felt like a fish out of water immediately. A ragged little kid and a finer lady… despite her mini skirt which I was still unsure about. But I had to get over my insecurities. She was the sensei, so I’d try to adhere to her guidance.

“But we’ll look so weird. You… and me,” I said.

“You want to roleplay as my younger brother again?” Faith chuckled, ignoring me focusing on the wrong thing. “Could be fun. And give us an excuse, as if we need any.”

“... Sure,” I said. “I thought it was pretty cool when you pretended to be my big sister before. I’ve never had an older sibling.”

“A big sister to put you in your place,” Faith purred, as we got to our seats.

“So what, you’re gonna watch me eat?” I asked.

“Oh no, I’ll get some wine and very light stuff. Don’t wanna upset my tummy too much, but I don’t really want to look like some pervert who likes to watch their young brother eat,” Faith said, grabbing the menu, then peering over it with a smirk. “Though, that is precisely what I am.”

“Heh,” I responded, picking the menu up.

There was a bit of quiet. While that was normally not a problem, it for some reason felt a bit awkward now. I picked something that looked alright (I’m not a picky eater), and sort of just sat there looking around as we waited for the food. I still couldn’t feel out of place, especially being out in public with such a gorgeous lady.

“So now we talk,” Faith reminded me, leaning a bit forward in a whisper.

“Right. Erh. So did you always live in Courtington?” I asked. I had my magazines loaded to the brim with curiosity, so this time around, now that I was more comfortable with us talking, I had no problem.

“Only for the last sixty-five years,” Faith said, putting down her menu to look at me. I recognized this as a test. ‘Don’t ask her how old she was,’ I reminded myself.

“Where else have you been? I thought you said Pete was your… erh, what was it again? Last of your kin?”

“You remember,” Faith mused. “And he is. I lived a bit in Europe. Wales. The Italian peninsula. Wallachia, which later became modern Romania, among others, but only briefly. By now, I’ve lived in America for the most part.”

“Like Dracula-land?” I chuckled.

“Heh, yeah. I embraced the ‘lore’ a bit too much for a while. But meh. Fuck that,” Faith said with a shrug. “What about you?”

“I lived somewhere else before here, but erh, we had to move… My grandparents died and they lived here, and back East things were starting to get pretty expensive, so when I was about eight we moved here.”

“You say back East to a person who has lived in Romania. What, did you migrate from Siberia?” Faith joked.

“No no. Maine,” I said, chuckling along. “But I’d love to see the world. But traveling overseas is expensive, so I don’t know. Perhaps with some exchange program at college, but I doubt they got that at community colleges.”

“I could pay,” Faith suggested. “I wade in money.”

“No…” I said. “I like you being… erh…”

“Dominant? The provider? Nurser and nurturer?” Faith suggested with a glint and a smile.

“Yes. But some things have to be done right, if you know what I mean,” I said.

“I know what you mean. Pride is important for your self-esteem,” Faith agreed.

The waiter then came over with a glass of red wine and each of our plates, greeting us both a good meal. We paused to eat a bit, before I returned to the conversation. I have to say, it was flowing pretty nicely by now. Even after hawking down several forks of delicious pasta, I want to continue to learn more about my girlfriend. It honestly was so surreal to me that I was on a prime dinner date with my vampire girlfriend, who was both older than me and way more powerful in every meaningful way. No more than two weeks ago I was literally dying on her doorstep.

“So… Did you learn any languages when you lived in Europe?” I asked.

“Some, but nothing as fluent as English. I know my Gaelic, of course. Romanian, Italian. The Scandinavian languages,” Faith listed, shuffling her food. It was a salad of sorts, but a lot of it. Perhaps too much, I was starting to think.

“More than me. Could you speak some? Like now?” I asked, eager to learn how much Faith knew of the world. It was hard to fathom how much more she was than the twenty something year old woman that sat in front of me.

“Dance, monkey, dance,” Faith replied, with a smirk. She twirled her wine glass a bit, then looked at me with another smile. “Cosa fa un pasticciere quando gli muore la moglie?”

“Huh?” I said. “Was that a question?”

“La crema,” Faith said, chuckling for herself. “It’s a joke based on wordplay.”

“Something with cream?” I asked.

“Not quite. You ask what the baker does with the deceased wife. The baker adds cream. Or cremates. It can go both ways,” Faith said. “And by how confused you are, we could say, ‘De ce te uiți ca pisica-n calendar?’”

“And I’m supposed to be less confused?” I asked.

“It means you look confused. The literal translation is ‘Why are you looking like a cat at the calendar?’”

“That’s pretty fun,” I said, occupying myself with eating a bit more. 

It was actually not too bad being at a restaurant. I always thought it was something only proper folk did, and not something I’d ever bother myself with too much. Of course, I knew it was something women expected, but it always seemed a bit awkward to me. But not with Faith. Even in public she was herself, and it allowed me to be myself too.

“Could I ask about… y’know,” I said, leaning a bit forward to not catch any attention.

“What?” Faith asked.

“You being a vampire,” I whispered.

“Oh that. Yeah, and you don’t have to whisper. I know it feels that way, but no one is looking at us, nor following our conversation.”

“How many are there? Vampires, I mean?” I asked. Faith winced a bit. Had I stepped in something bad now?

“Ah. Not so many. A few hundred, perhaps a few thousand. I think I’m the only one in the Midwest. There was an incident a while ago where a lot died. My maker, among others,” she said, nipping lightly at her wine. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to–” I started, but Faith just smiled a reminiscent smile.

“We weren’t close by then, but still. While we separated for a good amount of years, you still spend a lot of time with your maker and create a certain bond. And I believe she died a most painful death.”

“Is that, erh, is that something you’ve considered for me? Turning me?” I asked. I actually wanted to know more of this incident, but it seemed to be a sore spot for Faith.

Faith looked up now, smiling a small devious smile.

“Yes. But we need time. It’s a big decision, and not something we can rush. For example–”

“Is the couple happy with the meal?” the waiter suddenly asked. Faith had barely touched her food. I’d eaten mine like a damn savage, as Faith said, I was in need of food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was, and thus the pasta went down without me even knowing it.

“Yes. I’m just astonished at my brother’s hunger,” Faith said cheerfully. “Maybe he’ll finish my salad as well?”

“Sure,” I said, looking at the stiff-eyed waiter. He just nodded and made himself disappear.

Faith nodded for me to take over her plate, which I happily did. She didn’t have any dressing, but oh well. I was happy to gulp it down like a maniac regardless.

“Want dessert?” Faith asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked suspiciously.

“Why, what do you mean?” Faith laughed. “I hope you’re not suggesting anything inappropriate, I’m your sister after all. Maybe you’re in need of some punishment when we get home.”

“Maybe,” I grinned, thinking back to that alluring secret room. I had no experience with that stuff, so I didn’t know what to expect. Candlewax? Was that a thing?

“Oh my,” Faith said in pretend astonishment.

I soon after felt a foot glide along my calf. Oh Jesus. No dessert. Not here, anyhow. Her foot traveled up and up, past my knees and suddenly pressed against my groin. All the while she grinned deviously at me, that known glint shining in her eyes.

“I think I’m ready to leave,” I said.

“I bet you are,” Faith said.

Five minutes later we were back in her car. We had driven it here, after a quick piggyback ride through the forest to retrieve the car from the club. But instead of driving back again to the strange house, Faith took us to a store, hurried in and came back out with several bags of groceries, dumping them in my lap. Bananas, nuts, other snacks that were more unhealthy, cheap red wine and Millers. My dear girlfriend bought me provisions for a long night, it seemed.

“I have a question, but I’m not sure how to phrase it,” I said, as we drove.

“Spit it out, lil bro,” Faith said, shoving a fist into my shoulder.

“How strong are you?” I asked.

“Yeah, that was a really hard question,” Faith mocked.

“I mean, compared to me. Or other vampires.”

“Have you ever watched True Blood?” Faith asked.

“No.”

“Well, something like that. The older you are, the more power. Only, who your maker is is very important. Mine was very powerful, so I’m stronger than most vampires my age. And you don’t start out as strong as in that show,” Faith said. “Why, you like having a big, strong vampire-babe as your older sister?”

“Oh yeah,” I admitted in a satisfied hum, tilting my head back, just relishing in that reality. Faith looked over at me, seeing how sincere I was.

“Some find beauty intimidating, especially in a taller woman like myself. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it the more precious it is. You, on the other hand, think it’s something familiar and that you find comforting, even something you hunger for, and not something frightening at all. Beauty is terror. But it doesn’t scare you,” Faith said.

I blushed at how much she considered my thoughts. And how clever she was. And how right she was. I mean, yeah. Faith was intimidating, and I had thought so from the first time I met her. She was scary. She was dangerous. But I trusted her, and let her guide me to whatever salvation that entailed. Faith had shown me nothing but kindness and understanding, even if she had more carnal desires. In some ways, she was perhaps more concerned about my wellbeing than I was. It was strange to be felt about in such a strong way. Strange and good.

Faith in some ways a representation of terror, but to me she was kind, she was supportive, and considerate. Beautiful, body and soul, as they say.

Maybe some men looked down at a guy willingly submitting to a woman, but I honestly didn’t care. I mean, I’m here to please Faith, not to appease other people's world view. I think I proved as much by eating like an animal at the restaurant.

“I asked,” Faith said a bit louder, “you’ve grown quiet. What are you thinking about?”

Apparently she had tried talking to me.

“How fantastic you are,” I said. I’d never waste a compliment.

“This is how you get laid,” Faith said, halfway between a murmur and a chuckle. “But sure you wanna get caught talking in such affectionate terms about your own big sis? What if someone heard?”

“In here?” I chuckled, as we were still driving. “You gotta park somewhere again?”

“Not somewhere. I’ll park at the club. It’s usually where I park,” Faith said with a shrug.

“Do you often go to the club?” I asked lowly.

“Nope. First time in years with you.”

“And I ruined it…” I said, suddenly feeling a bit down.

“Not after what you did with that tongue of yours,” Faith said, undeterred, lightening the mood immediately. “You did stuff to your sister no lil bro should.”

*

Finally arriving at the club, we heard the muffled beat from inside. I had a few flashes from my own paranoia as we walked past it, but Faith didn’t seem tempted to go inside, nor bothered in the slightest. She just uncaringly walked past the building and over to the chain link fence where there was a hole we could slip through, with me in tow. She just shot me an encouraging smile, eager to get home.

“Am I light to you?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” Faith asked.

“When you carry me, do you get tired?”

“Not really. It’s like carrying a tennis ball to you,” Faith said. “Here.”

Faith suddenly grabbed me by the waist and before I knew it, I was flung several feet straight up in the air. I bellowed in surprise. It felt like I hovered high and for an eternity, though probably half a second or so, before suddenly plunging down with a mighty speed, only to feel Faith catch me effortlessly. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation of me getting tossed around by this god-like woman. And from the tingles in my stomach as I dropped mid-air. Almost like my own little bungee jump.

“Easy-peasy,” Faith chuckled.

“That was fun,” I said, still laughing. Faith kissed my forehead before throwing and catching me again, getting a hearty laugh from me.

“Check this out,” Faith said confidently, suddenly lunging my body far above the forest ground.

But instead of going up, I went ahead. I could even see Faith behind me as I was airborne. Suddenly, she wasn't behind me, she held me. She had tossed me, then sped to catch me, without any effort at all.

“Wow,” I said.

“Kinda cool. What's cooler, is I can throw a full-grown man straight through a brick wall,” Faith said, giving my butt cheeks a playful pat as she put me on the ground. “Or throw a brick wall through a full-grown man.”

That of course led to the obvious question that I kinda knew the answer to. “Are you dangerous?”

“First, now you ask? Yes, Logan. Probably the most dangerous person you’ll ever encounter,” Faith said bluntly, and utterly matter-of-factly. “But you will never have to worry about that. Yes, my instincts can be feral in the eyes of a human, and maybe my instincts are stronger, but I’m not a psychopath, if that is what you’re asking.”

“Good to know,” I said. Faith took my hand and we walked a bit, enjoying the chilly night breeze for a small stroll. “It was just what you said about beauty and terror.”

“I understand,” Faith said, taking my hand as we strolled into the woods, our path lit by the moonlight.

It was fairly romantic, and I think I was realizing I liked that sort of thing. We didn’t say much for a while, and didn’t even take advantage of Faith’s superhuman speed. The evening had been quite wonderful, in our own way. Walking with Faith under the stars and a strong halfmoon was better than any dessert I’d get at that restaurant.

Both our attentions peeked as we moved deeper into the forest. We heard some faint thumping. Not from the club, but from somewhere in the forest. Walking a bit closer to the sound, we heard the familiar sounds of a party. On a Sunday? Probably that bastard Jeremy and his crew again. The ground vibrated the closer we got and soon we were actually at another clearing in the middle of the woods and a large bonfire.

“Logan?” I heard someone call. It was Robert. “You the one sneaking around out here?”

“Oh,” I said. “Yeah. Hi Robert.”

“Who's your friend?” Faith asked. I wouldn't exactly call Robert a friend, but yes. We were friendly.

“Faith, this is Robert. Robert, this is Faith. My girlfriend.”

Robert gave a quick look-over at Faith. Not too much, just to see who she was.

“She's the one you've been grinning so much about?” he chuckled.

“My reputation exceeds me,” Faith replied. She wasn't cold, but I could tell she wanted the conversation to be over.

That's when I glanced past Robert, where Faith also was looking and saw the party. And perhaps Faith knew that my bullies would be there. Even with Faith here to protect me, I didn't want to bother with that right now. Perhaps that was one of the reasons she wanted to leave.

“Nice fit, dude!” Robert said, feeling the fabric of my blazer.

“Thanks!” Though it was all Faith.

“So are you guys joining the party?” Robert asked. 

Faith lifted her bags. It was kind of an odd sight, honestly. Me and her dressed for a nicer dinner date, walking through the forest with grocery bags in hand. “Groceries. Sorry. Maybe some other time,” she smiled. 

I could see some tall, mean-looking guy coming from the party, with a blond girl on his arm. Jeremy and Anna.

“Well, gotta go,” I said. Robert nodded and headed back.

The moment Robert turned his head away and disappeared, Faith grabbed me, threw me over her shoulder, and leaped through the forest in long, fast strides. Seconds later we were back in front of the strange house again. Faith looked at me, trying to see how it affected me being in the proximity of my bullies again. I knew I saw them all week, but it always seemed so distant when I was with Faith. Stumbling across that party was a reminder that my life before and after hooking up with Faith still existed in the same world.

Faith didn’t say much. Maybe she didn’t want to bring it any more attention than it needed to. That was probably the smart thing to do. Hell, why even bother with that stuff, when I was on my way to a dungeon with my smoking hot girlfriend?

By the time we got down again, the living room had grown extremely cold again. I guess our prolonged hike through the forest had also chilled me down a bit. A small shiver shot through me. I guess the dungeon wasn’t properly insulated. It was freezing, especially with me wearing nothing but a blazer and a thin shirt.

“Want to run a bath?” Faith asked, noticing me being a bit cold. “I usually turn off the heat when I’m not here.”

I had used her bathroom before, and it was pristine like all else she had. I had also noticed her bathtub. I had wondered if she ever showered and stuff like that, but I guess she did get dirty when she drank blood. Or skipped through the forest. And I did know she had Listerine. If that was for me, or because she needed it, I don’t know.

“Yeah, sure,” I said.

“Mind if your big sis washes you?” she asked.

A small moment of silence passed. While I was smaller than most my age, by only a little bit I might add, I was still eighteen. I could wash myself. Yet, my hesitation betrayed what I really wanted. Her gentle, capable hands against my skin as she would caress every inch, shampoo every part of my hair, maybe suck me into her–

Maybe getting washed and cleaned by Faith wasn't such a bad idea.

“I think I'll take that as a yes,” Faith said, grabbing me by my shoulders and turning me toward the bedroom where the bathroom was. “Let me take care of you,” she purred in my ear, shoving me ahead almost so hard I fell over.

Faith went over to run the water, while I undressed, carefully hanging the clothes on hangers so as not to crumble them. They were on the expensive side, I knew, so I’d treat it with care. Before I got out of my boxers, however, Faith then did a ‘ahem’.

“You need to feel the temperature,” she said, sitting on the edge of the tub. “Then I’ll give you some privacy so you don’t have to expose yourself in front of me.”

“What?” I asked.

“Our roleplay,” Faith whispered so no one would hear.

“Oh. Right, that would be great,” I said, leaning into it. Though I had hoped she would join, or at least sit by my side.

“You don’t know the temperatures?” I asked.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t bother me like it does you. Anyway, tootleoo,” Faith said, giving a wave, exiting the room.

The bath water was perfect. Plenty of bubbles too. As I eased myself down into the tub, I suddenly felt relaxed. Faith was nothing short of extraordinary when it came to her household. Looking around, I saw that it was indeed like most other bathrooms, but it just seemed to have those extra dollars sort of quality to it. Like her PC room. Like her living room, bedroom, and so on. The most extravagant was her library though. I had barely peeked inside, relatively speaking. There was no telling what lay there, and I was ever curious. But not right now. Now, I need a bath and get cleaned up.

After a while, the door opened and Faith showed up again. She wore a purple-pinkish silk bathrobe that rode almost to her knees. And to my delight, it was slightly see-through, giving a slight preview of her perky breasts. I hadn't yet seen them exposed, but they looked to be a handful and then some. A nice handful, I might add.

“Hey lil bro, just thought I'd check in on my lil bubba,” she sang heartily, seemingly excited that we were getting deeper in roleplay. “Does he need any help from his big, juicy older sister?”

“I’m good, sis,” I said. “How was work today?”

“Aren’t you deep into your role– It was great. Thanks for asking. Always so considerate,” Faith replied, sitting down on the floor next to the bathtub so we were on eye level with each other. “Speaking of jobs, did you need any help?”

“You know… You're my sister so…”

“I know, but I'd do anything for you. Here, lemme show you,” Faith offered.

My eyes trailed down the flimsy robe, which gave plenty of suggestions of what she had planned for me later. Faith moved her hand to the rim of the bathtub, before slowly descending it below the bubbles. The robe slightly parted a bit, showing a bit of cleavage, before suddenly I felt her hand lightly grasp my semi under the bubbly surface. My body jerked a bit in reaction and I let out a pent up gasp. Faith started slowly, her fist stroking gently around the length as it swelled a bit more.

Faith just smiled at me, lifting up more so that her cleavage moved closer to my face. And with her other hand, she slid the robe slightly aside, revealing her chest to me for the first time. Ample, perky. Perfect, to say the least.

“Naughty boy, already having your sister wash your cock in the bathtub,” Faith hissed teasingly, before pressing a nipple into my mouth, kissing my forehead. I gave a light suck.

“Gosh, I just love being so close and caring to my little bro,” Faith gasped. “How'd you like these?” She squeezed both her breasts lightly around my face while I was still lodged to her nipple. "They're all natural. C cup, no less, and all yours to suck on as much as you want.”

“Mmm-mmm,” I replied through her nipple. I just nibbled away while the jerking continued under the bubbles.

I kept my eyes on Faith's as I made love to her chest. And Faith, on her part, returned the loving gaze, occasionally kissing my forehead with some tenderness, before returning to her nursing. It felt so nice to have her one breast so soft in my hand while the other mushed all over my face as I eagerly licked all over it. They were wonderful, even bigger up close than they had seemed. So warm, inviting. Tenderly pliable and just so wonderful to lick and play with. I had not known such feelings until now. They were divine.

After a good while, Faith stopped, though. “Stand up, and then I want you to fuck your cum into my mouth,” she commanded. I felt a thrill surge through my body hearing her command. Without asking questions, I followed orders. I had heard many talks about ‘dominatrixes’, and I know that Faith was just that. An erotic force. One that I submitted willingly to.

Standing up in the tub, I hesitantly moved a hand toward her waiting head. Slightly impatient, Faith took both my hands and guided them fully onto her own head, and moved her mouth an inch from my swelled cock, and while looking at me she said, “Come on, fuck your sister's mouth!”

And like that, I pressed forward, my aching cock soon enveloped in something wet and warm. I let out an instant groan of pure pleasure as I forced my shaft into her throat, which opened readily, greedily swallowing me, causing it to seem like a normal penetration. All the while, Faith's eyes gazed upwards at me, the most wonderfully obscene smile painted on her stretched lips as I started pistoning into her willing and well-trained orifice. I could not believe that a woman so beautiful was, well, enjoying this.

“Does your sister's mouth feel good?” Faith told me as I pulled out for a moment.

“Ohh…” was all I could murmur, totally lost in the fantasy, and soon lost in her.

“You think I talk too much? Ol' sister yapping away? Why don't you shut my mouth with a big load of your thick sperm? Come on, fuck my throat. Fuck your sister's throat,” Faith spat out, quickly licking the underside of my tip before I drove my length back down into her open cavity.

She took me like a pro, my hips grinding against her mouth, forcing my length straight past her tongue and down her welcoming throat. All the way till her lips met the base of my shaft. Even then I pulled back just a bit before driving forth again. God. Damn. Faith was just incredible!

Her moaning joined in, and she wrapped her lips around my cock firmly, creating a vacuum as she blew her younger brother, her lips sliding over my flesh, her hands moving to my backside, digging her nails deep into my firm buttocks as I felt my cock fully hilted in her throat.

“I'm gonna cum!” I warned, hoping that she wouldn't mind too much. “It's all coming!”

“MMMMFFF!! MMF!!” I felt Faith's eager affirmation, and instantly came hard, spraying what seemed like buckets of cum into Faith's waiting mouth. I groaned again and again and again, humping into her like a dog, losing control of my own muscles and succumbing to a spasming series of shunts, releasing a torrent of cum straight down the vampire's throat. Faith sucked furiously, eyes rolled back, still working her fingers into the firm flesh of my ass, no doubt giving me deep red marks.

I became so aware of her swallowing, orally stimulating every muscle of my shaft as she devoured what seemed like gallons of cum. After I stopped ejaculating, Faith still suckled loudly, and her hands slowed down from groping me. My legs started to quiver a bit, threatening to spill me back into the bathtub. Faith finally withdrew my cock from her mouth with an audible pop, and before my eyes I watched the woman of my dreams eagerly swallow several large gulps.

“Wow, how was that for an end-of-the-week blowjob?” Faith smirked, licking my glans again.

“Incredible,” I moaned. “Can we have some more… incest roleplay sometime again?”

“Oh, little brother. My baby boy has grown to be a full man in front of my own eyes,” Faith smiled, before standing back up again, pulling her robe tight around her, but keeping it open around her breasts to make the sexiest cleavage. I loved seeing them bounce about freely in the robe. “One of the perks of throatfucking a vampire; I don’t need to come up from air!”

Faith had an extraordinary shape to her, a well-rounded hourglass shape with a toned waist, some muscle, but clearly curves in all the right places. “But now, Logan. I need you to eat some bananas and stuff to get your strength up. I need you to be strong and virile because I’m gonna feed on you while we make love.”

That was hot. Hot and frightening. It reminded me of what Faith actually was. Something entirely supernatural. Though, right now, that wasn't so bad. That statement actually caused some very erotic images to flow through my brain. I wasn't sure what I was looking forward to the most. Losing my virginity to Faith or her feeding on me while we did it. The promise, however, started my freshly ejaculated cock to stir again.

“Get dried off, then join me in the bedroom. I’ll be waiting for you,” Faith said with a smile, disappearing out of the bathroom. Was there an eagerness in her step?

* 

There certainly was an eagerness in mine. I quickly dried off with the softest towel I had ever felt, but nowhere quickly enough. It was finally happening. This was it. The time has come. 

I was thinking back to how I had met Faith. After cleaning out dead squirrels from old Marsh's backyard, which I guess I now knew the culprit of, she had found me heaving on the curb. I wondered if she had studied me and what I was doing. What made her approach me then? Was it pure coincidence and in the moment? Perhaps she saw me in the darkness when I hid in her house, and then the next time she saw me she decided to shoot her shot? 

It was a bit awkward to think of myself that way; as a person someone would hit on. Faith hadn't even come on strong. She took time, even guided me towards getting with Anna, and only made her move after all of that was botched. Though, I guess she stole my first kiss from Anna, under the guise of practice. I was so thankful she did. Sharing that moment with Faith was just… fantastic.

I think in some ways I was already falling for Faith back then as she helped me with Anna, but I wasn't familiar with what that was like. I had no idea. It was always so different with Faith. Anna made me stumble and crumble. Faith made me feel warm and comfortable. And now, way later, I had some level of belief in myself, and it was thanks to the woman who had become my dreams.

And my dreams were true. Faith was real. Very real.

I slowly opened the door to the bedroom and found it dimly lit. In part from the light being turned down and in part from the candles Faith had strategically put out. The room had an orange hue to it.

My attention was drawn toward the bed, where the vampire goddess lay on her side, head resting on her arm, and waiting for me. My eyes met her hazel-green ones, and she winked at me before I took in her attire. A white lacy bra, followed by a white garter belt that framed her hips perfectly, and white stockings to match. I had never seen lingerie before, but I liked it. What I liked the most, was the lack of panties under the garter belt, though I knew Faith would look magnificent in that too.

“Ready to fuck your older sister?” Faith whispered.

“Uh-huh,” I confirmed, before slowly walking toward the bed.

Sitting down on the bed, I was on my knees as I crawled up towards her, wanting to dive into her and consume every fiber of her already. What a woman.

“I'll lay off the incest stuff for now. Right now, it’s just us. Me and you,” Faith said, as I reached her calves. Slowly rubbing them, feeling her legs up towards her thighs. Faith's body was marvelous, well-defined, fit, and lean. Still, I couldn't help but get lost staring into her gorgeous eyes. They sparkled the more we gazed at each other.

“You're so beautiful,” I told her, leaning closer, climbing up to her side, running a hand across her thighs, feeling the fabric of her white lingerie set.

“Such a smooth skin,” Faith commented as she caressed my stomach, tickling me a bit around the navel. “I haven't had sex in ages, so be careful with me.”

“I haven't had sex at all,” I mentioned.

“Then it will be a night for us both, so let's both just explore.”

Our bodies got closer as we embraced each other. As I fell into her embrace I quickly found her mouth, and her tongue. Warm, smooth. A shudder ran down my body. Our breathing soon quickened and I was left panting as Faith explored my chest with featherlight fingers. She was soft, yet strong. The tips of her fingernails were feathers as they traced me up and down, caressing me as we kissed.

“I don't need foreplay. Come get me,” she whispered, hungrily. “Come here,” she said, rolling me on top of her without problem.

“You’re so strong,” I said admiringly, utterly swooning, looking down at her eyes, feeling her throw the covers over the two of us. A warm duvet, the smell of sage and lavender. 

While the world out there was out there being terrible, I was down here. Hidden away in some dungeon with the most precious gift life had ever bestowed upon me. Under the warm, dark blanket that now separated us from the cold dungeon, we created our own warm and safe place.

I felt her silky smooth legs grace against me as I laid on top of her. Not sure what to do, I rested my head on her chest, her warm body against mine. She kept me there, cradling me on top of her. After a minute's rest, settling in under the duvet, I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling her legs somewhat wrapped around my waist, seeking her guidance.

“You need to take your boxers off,” Faith said. My heart rate was pretty high already, but those words really added a punch. Faith held the duvet over me as I squirmed a bit to pull off my boxers, suddenly feeling them get caught on my knees. Gosh.

“There you are,” Faith laughed, reaching down. Suddenly a very familiar hand slid along my length. I felt my foreskin stretch back and forth, just as the underwear disappeared off.

“Can I eat you out first?” I asked, feeling a pang of nervousness as I felt myself lay naked on top of the loosely clad vampire beneath me. What if I disappointed her? I knew first times were always awkward, and that Faith would be kind and gentle about it, yet, here I was. Nervous.

“You don't have to, but I won't say no,” Faith said, unwrapping her legs from me.

“I really want to,” I admitted. Also, I felt so starved of the taste of Faith.

Faith nodded downwards, and so I disappeared into the warm darkness of the duvet, further south. It being dark seemed to heighten my other senses. Like my sense of smell. The odors of Faith's perfume and natural scents filled the space under the duvet, a sort of hypnotic aroma.

Once I found my head right between Faith's legs, I nestled in there, taking a deep breath of the smells, breathing her in as deeply as I could, and opening her willing legs by resting them on my shoulders. Her legs felt so smooth and soft on my skin and against the sides of my face as she used them to bring me closer. It was like warm silk wrapping around me, creating a small casket where I wanted to exist forever. A casket I could hide within and enjoy the soft folds of a proper woman.

As I was completely blind, I found my way by gently kissing my way from her inner thighs and down. It seemed to tickle her a bit, or perhaps it was the anticipation building, but I felt her shudder as I worked my way, each kiss gentle but with increasing hunger. Her smell was so intense, sweet, and musky at the same time, a tangy sweetness. I must have found the center of the forest-like smell I had been inhaling so strongly, and I pressed my lips to her clit, giving it a gentle kiss. I knew she liked that. A few more, and then my tongue swirled out, tracing over the slit of her, and the creases between, tasting every edge of her beautiful, dripping core. The tip of my tongue teased at her outer lips, pressing into her sensitive and moist flesh, flicking downwards, teasing the edges, feeling it grow increasingly hot and wet by my touch.

Faith continuously moaned from above, spurring me onward.

“Gosh yes, this feels amazing, keep going,” Faith said, shifting in the bed, grabbing my hair. “Put a finger in me.”

I dislodged from her slit, my tongue and chin wet with my own drool, though mostly from her arousal. When I moved a finger towards her opening, Faith spoke again. "Not there," she whispered. “In my ass. Just -ugh- just like that, yeah. And then curl it towards yourself and wink a bit with it… Oh yeah, that's it! Shit!”

It was weird feeling her ass clench around my finger, but the way she responded told me she liked it. As an avid fan of her juicy buns and cheeks, and everything about her ass, I was happy to oblige. But that was just one-half of the mission. I found her slit with my tongue, hearing a loud, sharp gasp from Faith.

“Sooo damn good at thisss,” Faith said in a long, shuddering moan. The hand in my hair tightened and pulled. “Keep going! Damn, you're incredible! So sexy, keep that up, and make me cum in your face. Keep licking me!”

She needn't ask. Faith kept praising me as I pleasured her, making out with her sex, feeling her reactions and hearing them from above, knowing that my virgin tongue was doing well, pleasuring the sexy older woman whom I idolized so much. I soon found her clit again, which drew an almost animalistic whimper. She was so incredibly sensitive, so I proceeded to pay extra attention to that little nub of nerves, teasing it as I drank from her. All the while, a finger pumping her ass, sending shivers of excitement up her body. 

Internally, it felt like my brain was on fire. I couldn’t believe what I was doing to someone so gorgeous, but I sure as hell enjoyed any second of it. Even with no experience, I was now nose-deep into one of the world’s most beautiful women’s most holy places. Not only did it nourish my hunger, but it also stimulated my brain in such an unbelievable manner.

“Right there,” Faith said urgently, closing in on her orgasm. Her legs clenched, and she lifted her butt as she rode herself up into my mouth, bucking her hips as I held on tight, feeling her throb between her lips. A low growl came from her, growing deeper, louder, until Faith released the first shockwave, grinding her crotch against my face and spraying clear nectar over my face.

I went on, letting her ride out her orgasm, all the while keeping up my ministrations to her slit, clit, and her butt as I lapped and licked furiously, and all the while, she gave me encouragement by holding my head.

I wish I could have seen her during this, but instead, I enjoyed my senses. A multitude of textures and smells to taste and feel. Her hard and smooth body pressed upon my face and my tongue, dripping all over me, riding me and jerking upwards. It was utterly fantastic.

“Yes! You are so incredible! There you go! YES!”

Suddenly, I felt her release. A sudden and powerful discharge from her center soaked my mouth in more warm, slippery fluids as Faith arched her back. From above I felt a huge, sharp spasm pass through Faith's core, making her stiffen momentarily before another spasm and another.

“Yeah!” Faith squealed. “Fuck! YES!”

All the while, I held onto the vibrating legs next to my head with one hand, still winking with the other, lapping and pumping eagerly, and when she was finished, she was almost instantly upon me, tearing me out from her sex and flipping me over. My body ached after it had taken the blunt force from Faith's forceful move, but I ignored it and focused on the woman on top of me. Her eyes had a dangerous glow to them, as she peered into me. 

But then she slowed down. She softened her expression and rolled to her side, with her legs still wrapped around me. It seemed like I was one quick movement from getting ‘raped’ as she’d put it.

“Sorry, I sometimes get carried away,” Faith smiled. “You drive me nuts, you adorable little thing. But come on. Fuck me hard, Logan.”

With her legs still around me, she easily moved me back on top of her. Though she had calmed, her hunger wasn't quenched. She took one hand and shoved my face down on hers, kissing me hungrily, as her other hand expertly directed me to her heat, spreading her moist lips so that I would effortlessly slide inside of her. My tip connected with something warm and wet, and then I pushed, feeling it envelop the first few inches in a slow building motion.

And just like that, I was inside her. No longer a virgin. I now knew what a woman felt like. It was so different from what I had ever imagined. Warm, moist, and clamping around my erection, I could feel every groove and ripple of her tunnel. An insane heat coming from inside, silky and smooth. A fiery oven burning my most private parts and warming them in pleasure. My tongue plunged further inside Faith's mouth, caressing every edge as she did me, wanting her to know my affection and devotion. The eagerness to learn, to please her, and to make her as satisfied as she had made me.

With Faith guiding me, and no resistance from me, I started thrusting in and out of her, slowly at first. I wanted this moment to last. Something so heavenly. Faith moaned and threw back her head. But as much as I wanted it to last, I soon felt the inevitable build-up, and as my pumping increased in speed and power, Faith started squirming below, writhing under me.

“Mmm, come on, Logan. Harder,” she managed to mumble, moving her head into my neck.

“But I'm close,” I warned, as the stimulation was overbearing.

“I don't care. Just keep going, even if you cum! Push through it!” Faith begged, suddenly digging her teeth into my neck.

I gasped at the impact, feeling the immediate eager hums and suction from her lips. I certainly understood what she meant about it being something intimate, as I had never felt closer to a person than I did just now. 

But I was quickly approaching the point of no return. The pressure built rapidly. I had trouble focusing, losing some of the control I had before. My whole world was concentrated on my member, plunging through the beautiful warmth, surrounded by Faith's heavenly insides, and feeling her body grinding back against mine. 

I felt Faith wrap her legs tightly around my butt, and soon my balls began a violent and pleasurable shake as my seed spewed forth in thick globs into Faith's deepest recesses, and I had to try as hard as I could not to scream. But Faith's moans of pure pleasure drove me onwards and kept thrusting and squirting deep into her, grinding against her, even as my vision went hazy.

“Oh, it's been ages, don't stop, please, don't stop!” Faith cooed, dislodging from my neck, small amounts of blood still on teeth and fangs. 

I felt her lips once again against my own, our breaths, hot and fast, blending together as I rutted. I could feel a small taste of iron, but it was so faint. And talking of faintness. The final dribble of semen spilled deep into her as our movements slowed, eventually stopping, with my eyes gone blurry from the incredible impact.

I don't think I had ever spent so many fluids at once in my life before, but Faith just held me tight. With her fingers, she traced down my back as she stroked me, with some tenderness and care.

“That was amazing, Logan,” she moaned, lying in our fluids, glistening and beautiful. “If that is your first time, I can only imagine what's in store for me.”

“Thank you,” I said. “Though, you were incredible as well.”

I sank into her, finally somewhat back to normal, the hypersensitivity dulled after expelling all I had to offer into the sexy creature underneath me. Her hands softly stroked me, occasionally shivering from our mutual bliss.