Angelique had gone out that Saturday evening more out
of sheer boredom than any desire to really do anything.
Earlier that evening, she had selected an outfit that
would work in the Goth environment of the bar she
intended to visit, but would still show off her intense
sexuality.
Outwardly, it was made up of a black leather skirt, a
black sleeveless T-Shirt she had ripped across the
stomach to form a crop top. Underneath, she wore a
matching black bra with thong panties as well as a
black garter belt holding up thigh high mesh stockings.
With her blonde hair slightly spiked with gel and
bearing a single red streak and a pale theme to her
makeup, she would fit in with the bar theme.
Her clothing accentuated her 5′ 9″ frame, making her
long legs appear to run from the floor all the way to
her neck. It was too bad, she thought, that the sexy
look would be for nothing. Most of the people that
frequented the Goth bar she found unappealing.
After arriving and walking back to the bar, she did
notice many interested looks. However, as she feared,
none were from people to whom she would give the time
of day. She ordered her usual Jim Beam and Coke without
ice and stood next to the rail surrounding the
pit/dance floor. Music blared from all directions and
dim lights and manufactured fog set the remaining dark
fantasy atmosphere.
People in black clothing and excessively heavy chains
wandered about trying to look sinister, but only
managing to seem pitiful and lost. Angelique had all
but decided to have just a couple of drinks and head
home, this venture had turned out to be a better idea
than a practical reality.
That was when she spotted the strange, almost spectral
man crossing the room while looking directly at her.
She found herself frozen, almost mesmerized, as she
watched him continue walking in her direction.
He walked through the crowd effortlessly. People seemed
to move reflexively, clearing a path for the unusual
man. He carried a black wool overcoat, which had the
flat smooth appearance that only comes from expensive
wools; perhaps even cashmere, folded over one arm. His
suit was solid black as was his dress shirt, belt and
shoes. The suit had no visible outer markings, but
radiated the quality that would only be labeled
discreetly inside with a name like Armani or Versace
next to name of the wearer embroidered in real gold
floss.
In fact, all his clothing was of the style that could
only to be purchased over a complimentary glass of $100
a bottle wine in an exclusive shop on Saville Row,
Rodeo Drive or South Beach. Places where suits were
purchased weeks in advance and then tried on twice. The
flawless fit of his suit, achievable only with expert
custom tailoring, made him stand out even more in our
off the rack world.
The only trace of color that broke up his shadowy,
ethereal form was a dark red tie with a perfect Windsor
knot and a pair of gold cufflinks, each of which was
set with a striking single ruby, which fastened the
immaculately pressed and starched French cuffs. The
sleeves of his shirt ended at the perfect location,
precisely where his wrist met his hand.
The well dressed man was tall, a little over six feet.
He had a full head of charcoal grey hair, trimmed to an
even length of about a half inch all over. Moving your
eyes down revealed a pair of piercing pale blue-grey
eyes that had the sparkling predatory look of a wolf.
His face was light, almost pale. He had an angular nose
like those appearing on statuary of ancient royalty. He
had the lines on his face of a forty something man
whose experiences had taken only a minor toll on his
visage while imparting the veneer of wisdom.
If one stopped looking over his face at his eyes, fear
would probably result. When one continued on down to
his mouth, the white mustache and goatee, combined with
the amused grin he wore, was very disarming. He moved
with the grace of a trained athlete and his demeanor
and confidence suggested he feared no one. The sum
total of the package resulted in a very attractive man
with the comportment of someone of extreme
sophistication, wealth, power and physical prowess.
It would only seem fair that a vampire should acquire
wealth and sophistication; after all he has many
lifetimes to practice. And as far as fear is concerned:
what would an immortal have to fear?
As if they were the only people in the building, the
strange man walked directly to Angelique and smiled
deeply while looking her in the eyes. Angelique found
herself smiling back and immediately told him her name.
He introduced himself as Val, and without even asking,
he ordered himself a martini and for her a Jim Beam and
Coke without ice. Angelique asked how he knew her
favorite drink and he just pointed to the remains of
the drink in her hand, as if that was a realistic
response. His smile was so intoxicating, she just let
the odd occurrence drop and began talking a mile a
minute to a man she had just met.
This was odd for her, but she just could not seem to
stop. He seemed to hang on every word and always knew
the right thing to say. Angelique did not easily trust
people, yet she felt this was a person that could be
trusted, a protector of some sort.
They spoke about everything and nothing, words and
laughs intermingling effortlessly. An hour or so
passed, and Val suggested they take a ride out to see
his place in the country. By this time, Angelique was
enraptured and merely nodded agreement. They strolled
arm in arm to the door and Val handed the valet his
parking ticket.
They had just put on their coats when the car was
brought around to the door. It was a shiny black Jaguar
4 door that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Val opened
the door for Angelique before returning to the driver�s
side and entering himself. The inside of the vehicle
was as flawless as the outside.
Angelique did not even mark the passage of time as they
chatted happily and rode in the smooth vehicle. She had
no idea even where they had gone. Suddenly, while out
on a quiet country road, Val pulled the Jag into a
gated driveway and up to the front of a large stone
house. He flipped off the lights and again played the
gentleman by walking around to open the car door for
Angelique.
When they entered the house, Val led Angelique to a
beautiful living room complete with classic oil
paintings on each wall. He left her and walked down a
hall to a kitchen and prepared them a couple of drinks.
For a garnish, he placed an unusual leaf from a
carefully tended plant sitting on the counter into her
customary Jim Beam and Coke without ice.
Returning to her with a smile, he handed her the drink
and she took a big swig before settling down on the
couch to sip the remainder. She noticed a slight
aftertaste, but chalked it up to the leaf garnish. She
was right about that, it was an ancient aphrodisiac
herb long forgotten to the world of man.
Val looked over Angelique from hair to toes. He might
technically be dead, but he knew a real lover’s body
when he saw one. Angelique felt his eyes crisscross her
body as if, in their wake, they traced fiery veins of
longing deep into her flesh. Val stripped off his suit
jacket and hung it in a small closet just off the
living room. He then sat next to Angelique on the sofa.
After chatting for a few minutes, Angelique began to
feel amorous and more than a bit physically worked up.
She moved closer to Val and reached up and kissed him
hard on the mouth. His lips were soft and cool and her
inner drives grew more primal by the minute. The look
in her eyes displayed her wishes clearer than any
explicit message possibly could.
Val stood up and faced her with his pants fly even with
her lips. Angelique watched dumbfounded as he pulled
down his zipper and released his dick, which was
already hardening quickly. The herb she had been given
in her drink had also eliminated any reluctance and she
took him into her mouth at once. He continued to swell
up until his cock was solid and ready to play.
Angelique sucked and swirled her tongue passionately
and even took the whole thing into her mouth and
throat, something she usually couldn’t do. Val’s head
was leaned back with his eyes closed. His hands gently
grasped her hair on both sides of her head. He did not
force anything, allowing instead for Angelique’s hunger
and the effect of the secret herb on her libido to
direct the action. He was not disappointed.
After about ten minutes of this, Val began to groan and
Angelique felt his cock expand slightly and begin to
leak cum. Without warning, Val shifted his hands to the
back of her head and held her hard and fast against his
lower abdomen with his entire member trapped within her
stuffed mouth. Val’s own throat released a thunderous
moaning sigh of delight and his twitching cock spewed
great fountains of sperm deep into her throat.
Angelique, with eyes closed tightly, swallowed every
drop offered and extracted all remaining juice by
creating incredible suction with her lips and pulling
her face away till his cock was held in her mouth only
by its head.
This intense erotic play had caused Angelique’s body to
load up her pussy with wetness and the center of her
stomach with anticipatory butterflies. Pure desire
washed over her entire being. This, combined with the
fact that she was still under the effects of the
aphrodisiac herb, made her desperate for satisfaction.
The troubling thought that nothing would be done to
finish her climax now that he had gotten off entered
the back of her mind.
Nothing could have been further from the truth. Val
slowly removed his remaining clothing and carefully
folded them over a nearby chair. He took Angelique by
the hand and led her down the hall to a bedroom with a
giant bed covered in satiny comforters. His body was
evenly light skinned like his face and his nude form
revealed a toned figure without fat, which caused his
skin to slide over his muscles as he moved.
As they stood by the bed, he unhooked Angelique’s black
skirt, and slid it down past her hips and legs and she
stepped out of it. This was the first look Val got at
the black garter, stockings and panties she wore and he
was very pleased. Deftly undoing the attachments to her
stockings from the garter belt, he slid her panties off
and as she kicked them off her feet he replaced the
attachments back on the stockings.
She was now completely nude and vulnerable around her
smoothly shaved and sparkling wet sex. Picking her off
her feet as if she were no more substantial than a
feather, he kissed her slow and deep on her open mouth
before laying her out onto the soft, inviting bed.
Val moved to the foot of the bed and began crawling
upward, spreading Angelique�s legs as he slowly moved
towards her hairless mound and tiny slit. He explored
the openings in her net stockings with his tongue and
he worked his way upward, causing Angelique short gasps
of inhaled breaths at each touch. Val could feel the
smaller veins carrying Angelique’s warm blood under his
tongue and finally gasped himself as his tongue crossed
the main artery and its hot blood gushing to supply her
leg.
He had to firmly remind himself that would be his
later, but right now was the time for fulfilling both
his and her other needs. His tongue moved from the
pulsing artery at the joint of her leg and her crotch
and licked sideways until arriving in her tight slit.
Angelique involuntarily raised her hips up to meet his
probing tongue and they began gyrating together in a
rhythmic dance of ecstasy.
Val carefully monitored Angelique’s reactions and, just
when it was obvious that she was about to reach climax,
he withdrew his tongue and lifted his head from her
pussy. Angelique looked up wild eyed and tried to loop
his neck between her arms and pull him back down. He
resisted and his powerful neck made it impossible for
the small girl to budge him at all. He rolled to her
side and smiled at the frustrated woman. He glanced
down his own body and as her eyes followed, Angelique
saw that his full penis was once again ready to
perform.
Rolling to his back, he placed his hands behind his
head and relaxed on a pillow. Angelique was panting
heavily and reached over to feel Val�s erect cock. She
threw her leg over his waist and positioned herself
over his throbbing member. Holding its base, she slowly
inserted the nicely shaped cock into her tight pussy.
Even with the abundance of lubrication her body was
producing, it caused slight pain as he overfilled her
under sized pussy. She began sliding up and down and
rubbing her pubic bone on him. She came immediately and
after a few loud shouts continued fucking Val as he
pushed upward in time with her pumping pussy. More than
an hour passed as Angelique continued working her pussy
over Val�s stiff cock.
Angelique had cum several times while on top of Val.
However, even with her best efforts, including
constricting her pussy hard and squeezing his dick
while she massaged his balls with her hands, he had not
finished. He was still hard and standing by for more.
She rolled off of him exhausted and laid on the bed
face down. He moved behind her and lifted her behind
gently off the mattress and bent her at the waist.
Angelique was drifting in and out of a pleasure
overkill haze, but she obliged him and took up the
position to permit him to have her again, this time
from behind. She felt his smooth hands grasp her hips
and his cock align against her tight opening. She
glanced up at the mirror on the headboard and saw his
pale body closing in on her as she felt his penis slip
into her slightly sore pussy. As he began to
rhythmically thrust in and out, Angelique began to
drift back into that haze where her surroundings faded
and she was only aware of pleasure.
He realized that she was no longer fully alert and
transformed himself into one of his favorite creature
guises, that of a large grey wolf. Being an animal
heightened his sense of pleasure and domination and he
rutted her even harder and faster in this form. Deeper
and deeper he thrust his bestial member into her tight
satiny sex. He panted rapidly and an occasional growl
escaped his now canine throat.
Angelique drifted back to this world at the sound of an
animal grunt. She was still being fucked, but something
was different, something felt wrong. She sensed fur
rubbing her back and a larger and hotter cock was
impaling her inside. Smooth hands on her hips seemed to
have been replaced by claw studded paws grasping her
around the waist. She looked up to the mirror and
thought she saw a huge grey wolf mounted on her back.
Too drained to believe in that possibility, she allowed
another wave of the pleasure haze to carry her away to
nothingness.
Even while in the form of a wolf, Val was aware of her
capturing his image in the mirror and her suspicion of
what was happening to her. However, he saw that she had
faded away again and decided to finish this fuck as he
was. He pumped his piston as deep as possible and with
a few tens of strokes, he howled as he filled her with
wolf cum. Still panting, he remained inside her a few
more minutes as her pussy once again involuntarily
contracted steadily in orgasm. As soon as her sex had
pumped him all it could, he leapt off her back to the
floor and changed back to his human appearance.
Upon feeling him finish, Angelique gained control of
her senses and looked behind her. She half thought she
would be looking into the eyes of a wolf, but just Val
was there. She smiled at herself for such a strange
dream and rolled on her back looking at her lover who
seemed lost in thought staring back down at her.
Angelique enfolded herself deep into the soft blankets
of the bed and this time fell into a genuine sleep.
Val walked over to the nightstand next to the bed and
plucked a leaf from a strange plant in one of two pots
that sat there. He crushed the leaf between his fingers
causing it to emit a very aromatic scent. He held the
leaf beneath Angelique’s nose and as she inhaled its
fumes, she breathed deeper and deeper, fell into a
practically anesthetic sleep.
Val once again crawled up the bed, spreading
Angelique�s legs before him and searching with his
tongue for the warm rhythmic thump of the artery in her
leg. He bit down just inside her thigh next to her warm
crotch which was now leaking the juice of an animal
rather than a man. He sucked softly and drank little
more than a pint of her blood before stopping himself.
He had no intention of killing this sexy young lady; he
just needed to eat to survive.
After completing his macabre meal, he took a leaf from
the second plant and rubbed it gently over the two
small spots that his fangs had left on her leg. The
bleeding instantaneously ceased and the holes
themselves began to heal at an astonishing rate. By
tomorrow, there would be no evidence that Angelique was
ever so much as scratched.
A large clock in the hall chimed out; alerting the
household that 4 am had arrived. Val left Angelique
sleeping and walked out into the hall and picked up a
phone. A memorized number was quickly dialed and he
smiled and gave quick instructions to the party on the
other end. When he returned to the other room, he
noticed that Angelique had rolled over in her sleep,
leaving her shiny damp pussy exposed to the air and her
legs slightly spread.
A quick glance at a wall clock told him he still had a
little time to play and he was already feeling his cock
swelling from the image of the young vixen laid out
before him. This would have to be fast and brutal and
he knew just which of his many shapes was best suited
for that.
Val inhaled deeply and his chest expanded as his skin
all turned bright red. His arms lengthened and his
hands absorbed into the tightly stretched skin that
turned his upper appendages into wings. Only two small
hooks, located at the midpoint of the top of each wing,
remained of his fingers. Val’s legs shortened and their
muscles pushed outward. His cock grew in both length
and girth and now ended in a sharply pointed head. To
the eye of the human nightmare, he appeared like a
demon from some medieval tapestry.
A flap of his wings lifted him from the floor and set
him gently down on the bed behind Angelique, who barely
even rustled at the approach of the monstrous form. Val
reached down to Angelique’s hips and lifted her up
slightly with his wing claws. Angelique inhaled a
little deeply at the feel of the sharp nails, but did
not awaken. The Demon Val squatted his short legs
between Angelique’s and pushed them further apart.
Angelique let out a light moan and began to murmur like
someone being aroused from a deep sleep. Val released
control of his demon spirit and it shoved its cock
roughly into the still wet pussy that awaited it. The
pointed head divided her pussy lips easily and over
half of the foot long member disappeared inside
Angelique. A slight withdrawal was followed by a
vicious thrust that wedged the entire length into
Angelique’s fully stretched sex.
Angelique awakened with a scream, but the monster held
her firmly down on the bed and forced its oversized
member pitilessly into the trapped girl. Angelique felt
pain and pleasure in a strange mix and could not turn
to see what was happening to her. Val had not seemed so
large before and he was not so rough. She continued to
squeal at each thrust, which was carried out using the
full length on the in and out stroke.
The creature continued its rampage at an astonishing
speed, pumping in and out twice every second. Its giant
testicles pulled up towards its abdomen after five
minutes or so of this action. Angelique was still on
that precipice between pain and pleasure when she felt
the invader, which was still reaming her pussy raw,
engorge. She began cumming, and her sore pussy clenched
down forcefully, just as the monster let out a growl
and began filling her with its seed.
Its cum did not feel like anything Angelique had known
in the past, it was like boiling oil and filled her up
in a couple of seconds. It continued to flow out of her
and down her stomach, leaving a large pool on the bed.
She felt the cock slurp out of her, and had just enough
energy to turn her head and see the back of a red,
giant bat looking creature leave the room. Then
everything turned black and she slipped back into
oblivion.
Angelique was awakened at precisely 5 am by Val, who
was smiling and holding a cup of delicious smelling
coffee. Her clothes were neatly folded and laying on
the foot of the bed. He explained that he had to be off
to a meeting shortly and would not be able to take her
home.
He continued to apologize profusely as Angelique
staggered into her clothing, stopping occasionally for
a sip of coffee. He told her that a car was waiting for
her in front of the house and would take her wherever
she wished. Angelique finished dressing, slipped on her
shoes and followed Val to the front door.
The car waiting for her turned out to be a black
limousine. They kissed goodnight and Angelique stumbled
out to the vehicle. She gave the driver, who held open
her door, her address and slipped in and lounged on the
back seat. She tried to piece together the evening, but
none of it added up. All she knew for sure was that she
was sexually satisfied like never before, more than a
little sore and incredibly tired.
She planned to sleep the day away.
Val closed the front door and walked to a door in the
hallway. After opening it, he descended a narrow
stairway into a basement devoid of any windows or
openings. On a raised dais, there was a beautifully
crafted wooden coffin. He stepped up to its edge and
lay down inside, pulling the top closed over him.
He, too, planned to sleep the day away.
