Zephyr always loved a good vampire fantasy. Rain hammered her shoulders as she stumbled through the thick forest; she was lost. The sky turned a bruised purple, and the downpour blinded her. Through the gray curtain of water, a rotting mansion appeared. Its windows looked like hollow eyes. She dashed inside, her boots clicking on the warped floorboards.
She pulled out her phone. The flashlight beam cut through the dust, revealing peeling wallpaper and shattered mirrors. Suddenly, the screen flickered and died. Total blackness swallowed her. Zephyr gasped, her heart drumming against her ribs. She stepped forward, feeling her way along the wall. Her foot caught on something heavy. She tripped, falling hard onto something cold and smooth.
Something slid open with a heavy groan. A pale hand gripped her wrist.
“Who dares wake me?” a voice rasped. With his voice, the room lit up with candlelight.
Zephyr shivered, looking down at a tall man with long, ink-black hair. He looked like he belonged in a vampire fantasy.
“I’m sorry! I just got lost in the rain,” she whimpered.
The man, Damian, leaned in. An ancient smell wafted across her nose. His eyes locked onto her throat, watching the pulse jump under her skin.
“You smell like summer and sweetness,” Damian whispered.
He didn’t wait for an answer. He lunged, sinking his fangs into her neck. Zephyr let out a sharp moan, her head lolling back. The pain vanished, replaced by a rushing heat that pooled in her lower belly. Damian drank deep, his throat working as he swallowed her blood. As his hunger faded, a different kind of hunger took over. He looked at her hourglass figure and the way her large breasts strained against her wet shirt.
He ripped her clothes away, exposing her pale skin to the chilly air. He pushed her onto the top of his coffin, his cold hands bruising her hips. Damian freed his thick, pulsing cock, which leaked a bead of pre-cum, now that he had blood in his veins. He spat on his palm and rubbed it over her clit, making her arch her back.
“Please, I want it,” Zephyr begged weakly. Bloodloss her only enemy.
He drove into her with one heavy thrust and buried himself in her soaking pussy. Zephyr screamed, her legs wrapping around his waist. He hammered into her, hitting her cervix hard.
“You are so tight,” he hissed, his voice a guttural growl.
The slapping of his balls against her ass created a rhythmic beat. He gripped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he accelerated. Zephyr felt the tension build, her walls squeezing him tight. She climaxed first, her insides pulsing around him. Damian let out a roar and dumped his hot load deep inside her. He bent back down to drink her dry, intending to make her the vampire bride of this vampire fantasy. He collapsed on top of her, their sweat-slicked bodies sticking together in the dark.