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It is a calm night, you just had your favourite dinner, a good cool glass of water, and now you go upstairs to your bedroom, you really need to sleep, you were busy all day, walked a bit too much, got under the sun a bit too much, and helped one too many times. You deserve to rest to repeat that same routine next day.
Falling on your bed, surrounded by your plushies and fluffy pillows, you sigh loudly.
—It was a long day, Mr pinch— you tell to the blue lobster plushie at your side. —Too long and hard...— You laugh, thinking about a dumb dirty joke to yourself. —...but you wouldn't understand it, right Toby?— you say hugging a pink teddy bear with a black tuxedo.
The air is deliciously cold at that hour, fresh, wet, and nice. Perfect to relax you, so you decide to open the window and leave it like that for the night.
You lay down on your bed again, and see your curtain dance with the delicious breeze entering your room... there was something... different on the wind. Different from other nights, something that makes your soul happy for reasons you don't understand.
You hug your plushies, they are your only company there since you went to live there, and you love them.
People used to tease you about it, how you are so shy and asocial to have a partner, and you "fill that space with plushies". That could be true, you are very picky with the guys you fancy, and most of them are, well, a bit out of your league. It doesn't bother you to be single for a bit longer, instead of jumping from relationship to relationship every three months like others do.
The oneric spell start to take over your body, and you even feel a delightful pleasure on your body as you finally relax completely.
Then, there was a big loud sound, making you open your eyes immediately to see a tall dark silhouette standing inside your room, near the window you left open.
You decide to scream as loud as possible, to alert anyone near your house, and luckily scare the person away, but the tall figure is faster than your lungs, and with a firm big hand it covers your mouth, stopping any noise you could produce.
—Shhh... I won't hurt you, trust me— the figure whispers slowly very near your face —...unless you scream. Then I promise to kill you.
You see it finally, with the help of the little street light that entered your room.
It was a man, 40 to 55 years old looking, really tall, as you can feel he is kneeling a bit to reach you, still sitting in your bed.
You stay quiet, scared to death, very confused, there's no way a random man would enter your room through a window, and not kill you.
Then you see his eyes, dark as the more black night you could imagine, like a void, but with a slight red tint that could hypnotize you if you keep looking.
The sound of police cars and even an helicopter start to be present, you can hear them getting near, and with that, he looks at the window, letting you see his profile, to see his manly features, those dark eyes shining red, and his mouth, with pointy fangs up and down.
That was no common robber, that was not a common man, even his clothes looked weird, and he looked scared and angry at the sound of the sirens and cars.
—They will find me...— he muttered very low, sounding angry and desperate. —You will need to help me.
He let go of your mouth, and smile at you.
—Who are you? And why you are in my room?— you ask scared.
—I'm count Dracula, and I'm escaping from this world's police for reasons that you could easily guess due to my name.
Somehow, you believe him, it would take a lot of explanation to even try to think in the possibility of being in front of a real legendary vampire, but... there's something on him, something you can't explain, that makes you believe him.
—Do you have a place here where I could hide until police go away?— he asks, sitting on your bed, near you.
But there's no place at all, you only have a drawer for your clothes, a small desk, and there's not enough space under your bed. Impossible to hide a man his size.
—What about another room?— he was getting desperate, but not losing that cheeky smile he was directing at you.
—Sorry, the rest of the house belongs to Mrs Redfield, I just rent this room... and she doesn't allow me to have visitors at this hours...— you answer him. The old woman that rents you that room is a bit deaf, but you would cause her a heart attack if she finds a tall spooky man in her bathroom.
His smile become a bit more teasing, now he knows you don't have "night company" usually, which gives him an idea as the sirens get more and more near.
—Help me, and I help you, young lady.— he says, taking off his cape and jacket, leaving them on your desk chair. —Will you?
—I guess I have no option... — you say with a slightly defeated voice. —I help you, or I get killed.
You accept to help him, but you don't accept to yourself, yet, that you would help that man no matter what, he is handsome in a way you can't explain. You would lie for him if that gives you the opportunity to hold his hand, or sit near him for longer.
—Take off the lower part of your clothes, please...— he tells you with no doubt or joke in his sweet voice.
—What?!— you almost scream.
He gets near you, very near you, to cover your mouth again in case you get loud.
—I need them to don't want to look through your window for too long, don't make me strip you.— he says, holding your pajama pants waistband to help you take them down. —No one would look through a ladies window when she is in bed with her lover, don't you think?
There's logic on his words but... you are too nervous to do such thing, you just meet him like two minutes ago, he is handsome, but is not correct to do that.
—Don't be afraid— he says with that cheeky smile, that expression only mature sexy men can have. —I will be careful and gentle at first.
He finally take away your pants, leaving you in your panties, blushing against your will after that last quote.
He takes off his shirt, showing you that very manly torso, his bare broad shoulders, and those arms that surely could tear apart a wolf.
—Lay down, I know how to do the rest— he adds, getting on your bed without breaking eye contact.
—W-wait! I... I'm not like this!— you try to excuse yourself, last thing you want is for the hot man in your bed to think you open your legs to anyone who asks you to. —I bet there's another way! No-
—Shhhh— he whispers, approaching to you slowly until his lips almost touch yours. —I'm not judging a lady that accept to help me when I'm in need, plus, I can hear your heartbeat going fast, and I can smell the blood in your face since I took off my shirt.
You gulp, nervous and ashamed of him knowing how you are feeling, trying to look away, but impossible to stop looking at the pointy fangs in his mouth.
—Don't be scared...— he whispers against your lips right before kissing you softly, slowly, in a sweet way.
With his left hand he rubs your cheek, and keeps your head in place for him to keep kissing you, while his right hand goes down, his fingers searching for the waistband of your panties to take them away.
You hold him by the shoulders, showing him your nervousness about it, but he only smiles against your lips, not breaking the kiss that start to get more passionate.
With that, he allows you to put your tongue inside his mouth, and in that way, you can feel with curiosity the pointy fangs. To feel how real they are, and how he seems to enjoy that, you make a sound similar to a moan and gasp.
He broke the kiss, and looked at you a bit accusative, and a bit turned on.
—You like them?— he whispers, showing you those fangs.
—They look... interesting.— you say, trying not to sound weird or inappropriate...
—They too feel interesting.—he smiles, and without giving you time to think, he pins you down on your bed, and goes to your neck.
You gasp a second before you feel those fangs entering your skin very slowly, which makes you twirl and fight a bit to stop him, but he doesn't, he even does it harder, holding your head still as you growl in discomfort.
He stops for a moment, and licks the blood off your neck before whispering in your ear.
—It hurts at first, but you will like it.
It is clear he is a bit more feral after having your blood in his mouth. He was thirsty, and your blood had the sweetest taste ever.
He keeps going, bitting your neck, this time more ferociously, holding your cheek slightly more hard.
Until that burning pain you feel, that makes you scratch his bare shoulders, start to become a nice tingly sensation in all your body, is relaxing, warm, is a sensation you never feel before, at least not in this way, not in this quantity.
Against your will you moan softly, and relax all your body while Dracula keeps bitting your neck for a few seconds more.
The sirens of the police cars start getting even more near, he can hear the police with megaphones searching for him a couple blocks away.
You are too relaxed, almost in a sweet trance, feeling calm, you've never feel this good before.
Then you see him closing the curtains a bit more, before returning to the bed, and flexing your legs slightly to start introducing a finger in your sex.
—Your womanhood is wet...— he acknowledge out loud, moving his finger inside you. —But I feel a bit of... resistance in the deepest part.
You are just recovering from the bite trance, and react finally to what he is doing. You cover your mouth a bit, but knowing what he is, is impossible to hide it.
Without stopping his motion, moving now two fingers inside and out, holding one of your legs to stop you from close them, he smiles, understanding the situation you are in.
—Oh, I see... your body hasn't been sullied by a man, yet.— he whispers in a sweet voice, almost as if he found it adorable, yet, a bit funny, due to your nervous and shy expression. —You are a pure and untouched virgin, aren't you?
You couldn't be more red in the face at that point.
—Well, I... — you don't need to give excuses about your non existent sexual life to this man, yet, you feel he is making fun of you. —I never found the correct...
You stop right there, as he undo his pants, and placing himself between your thighs, he goes to kiss you, with that proud smile of his.
He is over you, he smells manly and a bit weird, but not bad.
—Could I be the correct one tonight?— he whispers in your lips.
The sirens sound a few houses away... but you don't pay attention to them, you are hard breathing under Dracula starting to feel his member rubbing your stomach.
—Y-yes...— you shyly admit in a whisper, not looking at him.
—Then... tell me I can.— he whispers laughing a little bit.
—...what?— you ask confused.
—I'm a vampire, my young lady...— he whispers with a deep voice, looking into your eyes, and smelling the blood running to your face. —...I can't go in if you don't allow me.
His smile couldn't be bigger or more mischievous.
It is obviously a teasing, but one that makes you shiver in arousal and nervousness. Then you try to counter attack.
—Then... how did you enter my room?
—I did asked for your permission...— he answers, moving down his pants with one hand, while pinning you down with his other hand. You can't see his penis clearly, but you deduce is... a bit on the "bigger than usual" side thanks to how he seems to struggle a bit. —I think you talk in your sleep, and that dream was, perhaps, of erotic nature, for I heard you moan a "yes".
You couldn't be more ashamed at that moment.
—I'm afraid your... soft toys will need to wait in the floor...— he says, moving away your plushies to make more room for himself —...I'm certain that next part is not suitable for their innocent eyes.
You feel just a little bit embarrassed about all the plushies, and weird about the quote of what you too are about to do.
—I will start then.— he warns you, placing the tip of his cock at the very entrance of your vagina. You shiver nervous. —Relax. Remember, it will only hurt at the beginning...
Then, the sensation of his length getting buried on you slowly.
You growl in pain, the sensation is uncomfortable, but the man looking at you with dreamy eyes soot your mind a bit.
—You are doing it fine, my dear lady.— he whispers, thrusting a bit quick. —It's fine, it won't hurt in a moment. Take me completely, dear.
Those lewd words escape his mouth, along with a few growls and moans as he hold your legs apart a bit more.
You growl and gasp for the feeling, the intrusion of him, a very new sensation, and yet... somehow, you feel loved by that man you just found on your room.
—Oh dear!— he moans, ignoring the sound of the police men right outside the house. —To... deflower such pure maiden! To have this luxury!
You moan in pleasure now, as you hear such specimen of man moan every time more loudly, and throwing his head back a bit, gasping. You can see his fangs, so dangerous, while he screams in pleasure, feeling how your young body welcome him bit by bit.
—D-Dracula!— you moan, looking how hot your legs look at each side of his torso, and his eyes get even more black. You are really having sex with a mythological blood thirsty creature.
—Shhh, don't say my name yet...— the man says, not stopping his sinful motion. —Just a minute more, my sweet maiden.
You decide to remain as silent as possible, only making noises to tell him if he is hurting you, or if he can keep going as he want. Your face is all red, and you can't believe what you are just doing.
Then, the sound of someone knocking at the front door. You know Mrs Redfield won't even hear that scandal without her earphone, she is basically deft until she wakes up at nine in the morning.
No one will open that door.
And she won't even guess what you were doing in that moment.
—I guess is show time, my dear.
Dracula said right before going to your neck, and bite again, making you squirm and moan loud, as he thrust his hips harder and deeper than before.
The bed frame start hitting the wall behind it, and the rhythm he is moving inside and out, making a very lewd noise, leave nothing to the imagination of whoever hear you scream in pleasure.
—Fuck, fuck, fuuuck! Harder!— you moan without noticing, scratching his back.
He obeys you, and holding your legs open, he goes even more strong, impossible to go deeper.
You hear a buzzing sound approaching, and your mind can recognize it: It's a drone.
Since no one opened, they had other way to check if the vampire was there.
—They have a camera...— you whisper in his ear, moaning, but worried about his plan.
—A what?— right, he is not from this century.
—They have a flying thing with an eye, and they can see through it...— you explain quickly.
But Dracula don't stop at all, he just moan in your ear softly. He didn't know they could do that, but he thought about the possibility of someone climbing to see inside the room.
—We have an audience, then...— he whispers, thrusting even harder. —Let's give them a good show.
Now his rhythm was faster, equally deep, but so much faster, making you moan hard, and gasp for air on his neck as your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
The sound of the bed frame, the wild movement, the screams and moans... it was illegal to record people having sex, no matter if is part of an investigation. Dracula didn't know that, but knew mankind has some privacy and shame, and no one would stay looking or interrupt a couple of lovers in the privacy of their room.
The drone went away after a few seconds, and Dracula could slow down a bit his work, but didn't stop until a couple minutes later, when the sound of police men and the lights of their cars went away.
—Thanks, young lady...— he says, kissing your lips, and stopping for a while. —You saved the life of a vampire.
You can only gasp, and kiss him back.
—Now... I should complete my part of the pact.
He moved up a bit, still inside you, to hold your legs and place them on his shoulders.
—I'm sorry that your first encounter on the carnal art of love was so... agressive and sudden. Let me compensate that.
Holding you by the waist, he moved inside again, and with that, you could feel the tip of his dick rubbing a new spot inside you, which make you jump in surprise.
—Stay still, my sweet maiden. I will make you feel good.— he whispers, caressing your legs softly. —I have a bit of experience.
He goes back to it, penetrating with a perfect angle to touch that spot again, and again, and again.
—Oh! Oh my...! Oh...! Dracula!! Dra-Dracula!! Don't stop!— you moan loudly. —It feels amazing! Oh...!
—You were waiting for the correct man, you said...— Dracula moans, going a bit more fast. —Oh, my young maiden! My pure dear lady! You were waiting for me all this time!
—Yes! Yes!!— your mind is going crazy, there's no censorship on your mouth — Only you can fuck me this good! Dracula!
The man shows his fangs in a deep perverted smile, like a proud beast, and making it just a bit quicker you can no more, you reach an orgasm like a thunder, while Dracula's length is still deep inside you, being pressed by your walls.
—Good girl.— he whispers in your ear with a shaky voice. —But I'm afraid I'm not done.
With no effort he turns you, making you be face down, now showing him your butt, and with no more warning, he goes inside your now over stimulated vagina.
—It has been a long while...— he says between quick thrusts —... since the last time I was... satisfied as a man.
You feel him going a bit erratically after a bit, and with your little knowledge you try to move away, guessing what he was going to do.
He traps you back, and makes you stay still, now with your butt a bit up.
—Don't move, I will be over in a moment... I'm so close of it, so close.— He was loudly gasping.
—D-don't...— he uses his big strong hand to cover your mouth, not stopping at all.
—Shhhh, fear not...— he growls, dominant, but somehow careful. —...I won't hurt you.
The way he says it makes you feel hot, is impossible to understand why, but now you are near of a second orgasm yourself. The way he dominate you, and the slight fear mixed with a lot of lustful pleasure, makes you reach that climax slowly but strong.
—Oh!... My... my dear maiden...— he says between gasps and moans —Let me be the first one to corrupt your body in the way only a man can!
It was not a question, it was a warning as he cum inside you with a few more really deep thrust.
The feeling was so weird, a bit disgusting, but really hot. To hear Dracula sigh, and breath hard, was delicious music.
It takes him a few seconds more to stop cumming.
You are gasping for air, not believing what just happened, and finally, you feel him going out of you in a slow slippery motion.
You lay down on your bed, starting to feel dirty in both ways of the word, the feeling of a liquid dripping out of your body makes you feel guilty... until he kisses you passionately, soft, you can feel his warm breath, and his body still shaking after all that action.
—I apologize if I made you feel less than respected during our meeting.— he says in a charming way, pressing his forehead with yours, resting a bit, holding you in his arms.
It may be not exactly what you had in mind for your first time... but nothing would be better, to be honest.
— I need to go...— he says kissing you again —...I will use the night, and hide away.
He takes his clothes, to dress himself back, while you can only see his figure, and his body, a bit more, probably for the last time.
—Hey, Emmm...— you have a question that is embarrassing, but you need answers now, before he leaves. —...I... well... you did finish inside... and... will I... you know, could I...
—You are a mortal human, my seed is not compatible with you.— he explains, putting on his jacket. —I would need to make you drink my blood to turn you into my bride in order to procreate. Don't worry, you won't carry my offspring.
—Oh... oh! I see... I was just... asking.— you say blushing just by the thought of you asking such thing, and the way he explained it calm, and with those words.
Then he looks at you, tilting a bit his head with a cheeky smile.
—Owww...— he sighs as if what he discovered was adorable coming from a little shy human like you —You wanted to have my child? Are you infatuated enough by me to wish to be my life companion?
He gives a step to approach you, he is really tall, and the way he cares your face in a teasing way makes you feel weird inside, but you look away and step away a bit.
—Wh-what?! No! I... well... Ugh! No, I wasn't thinking that at all!!— you scream blushing even more.
You really fancy him, a lot, but... the other thing... Agh! He makes you think weird things that fluster you!
—Yes, yes... I believe you — he exclaim with a sarcastic little laugh —... maybe next time, my dear lady.
And with a wink he jumped out of your window, to get lost in the darkness, to hide away from people.