The Children Of The Night

Carla was absolutely amazed by what she saw when she walked into the private club.

She had been to Goth clubs before, but there was something very different about this one. She was entranced. Everything here seemed so real, not like most of the clubs where it looked like the owners had just hung Halloween decorations and left them. And the people here! Not the usual high school kids taking a break from their video games. These were grown folks. Carla immediately knew she had found her new favorite hangout.

She also knew instinctively that she would find exactly what she was looking for here.

Carla was 28 years old and still a virgin. Not for lack of male attention, because she was extremely attractive and had the body (so she had heard more than once) of a porn star. But ever since she was very young Carla had known she would not give up her virginity to just anyone. The man had to be something special, because she knew she would remember her first time all her life. She wasn’t about to let it be with some loser who was just out for a good time, who would see her as only a conquest of some kind. She wasn’t having that. She wanted someone special, someone unlike anyone else. And she believed she was looking at him right now, across the room. Her heart skipped a couple beats as he looked back at her, as if he had read her thoughts.

He was easily the most beautiful man Carla had ever seen. Blue-black hair that reached the middle of his back glistened like a raven’s wing. A face that made her weak just looking at it, with perfect cheekbones and flawless alabaster skin. And those eyes! From a distance they looked dark, but a she got closer Carla realized they were the color of merlot. As he got closer! Carla had been so entranced she hadn’t realized he was walking toward her until he was only a few feet away, standing directly in front of her. She knew she should have been embarrassed at being caught staring so intently, but she wasn’t. The man was looking back at her just as intensely. And with every bit as much lust in his eyes as she was sure was visible in her own.

Carla knew without a doubt she had found the man she wanted to be her first lover.

The moment she thought this he looked deeply into her eyes and smiled.

That’s when she saw the fangs.

Two on each side, the outer set just a bit longer than the inner set. She knew she shouldn’t be surprised. A lot of people who frequented these places had fake fangs. It added to the persona.

But something told Carla these were the real thing.

The man reached for her hand and led her to the door. They walked out into the night together. Before they had taken what seemed like a handful of steps they were in a cemetery. The man led Carla to a crypt and opened the gates, then the huge iron door. They stepped inside and he closed the door. As he did so, the crypt became illuminated with light from dozens of candles. On the floor was a mattress strewn with white rose petals. The air smelled of wild honeysuckle, Carla’s favorite flower. Without a word, the man began removing her clothing, slowly, sensually, stroking her flesh with his hands as he did so. When she was naked, he stepped back and looked at her. The lust in his eyes was undeniable. Neither had spoken a word, and yet they were communicating on some level, even beyond thought.

He laid her down on the mattress, still looking at her, and began removing his own clothes. His body was magnificent, Carla thought. Muscles carved out of pure marble. She felt weak and more aroused than she had ever been in her life. He came to his knees on the mattress beside her. When his bare flesh touched hers she nearly climaxed. He played with each of her breasts in turn, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking gently, then grazing each one with those magnificent teeth. Then he leaned back on one elbow and looked into her face as he slid his hand between her legs and began stroking, opening, exploring. He did not move his fingers inside her; it was as if he knew she was a virgin. She was so wet. When he played his fingertips over her clit she nearly screamed. He smiled. The candlelight illuminated the dagger-sharp points of his fangs with glints of fire.

He moved on top of her. She felt his cock rock-hard and throbbing against her thigh. He positioned himself to enter her, and she involuntarily braced herself for the pain she knew was to come, although she wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

She felt the tip of his cock at her dripping-wet slit. She reached for him, placing her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. He moved his face to her neck, nuzzling just under her left ear, kissing gently, sucking just a bit. She moaned and moved her body closer in an attempt to move him inside of her. He responded quickly and viciously.

At the same moment he thrust his cock into her, ripping through her hymen, he sank his teeth deep into the soft flesh of her throat. As he drank her blood, he slammed his cock into her pussy fast and hard. Carla couldn’t scream. She couldn’t moan. She was unable to make a sound. But every nerve in her body was on fire and screaming for her, screaming in pure ecstasy. She belonged to this man, this creature, this god, in every way possible. She had found exactly what she had always dreamed of for her first time, and for all times to come, and so much more.

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