Mistress Blood Thorn's
Vampyre Erotic
"Her Doll Part 2"
Aug 16, 2000
I rose from the bed; the bed Phil and I shared. It was an intense night of passion within the arms of this doll. -But what lay in bed now was not a doll, not a man that I had played with, but a vampyre. I paused and scratched my head, thinking. I ran my slender hand through my long and tangled hair and remembered when the soft red tendrils were wrapped around Phil's strong fingers, how my flesh was wrapped around his teeth only moments ago. A chill shot down my spine.
Finally, I dressed in leather and left the fragrant room in which he slept.
Out on the town I began to search for another doll, the usual feed. You would think that I had enough to eat in the past night, but I felt a hunger that I had never felt before. Phil told me that I would feel this eventually. He said that because I had tasted another vampyre's blood that it would make my hunger grow. Basically, I had taken on the hunger for two bloodsuckers. He said it wouldn't last more than a few days though.
I felt a bit disappointed in myself because I had given in to the power of another. It was a bit hard for me to understand why I had done it. All the dolls in the world and I run into kindred, I thought.
When I returned home, Phil was still sleeping. I sat down next to him on the bed and just stared. He was innocent looking wrapped in the sweaty sheets of yesterday's madness. Jason was still lying up against the wall. He was my broken doll now. All of his cottony pleasure had now soaked into the rug beneath him. I called the maid in to clean up the pieces. She is my kindred as well. I call her Chastaine. She has been my company for almost 100 years now. I respect her needs and she does the same for me. Once Chastaine had removed the body from the room, I woke Phil up. He looked up at me gently, his stare almost hurt. Then he smiled wickedly, showing his enchanting fangs.
"What have you been up to all morning? Chasing after a doll? I see a bit of blood on your leather." He said, curiously.
"I don't think you would want to hear all the details now, you must be hungry."
"No, please, share with me the great adventures of Thorn."
"If you wish." I said.
I began telling him what had happened during the hours of his slumber.
"I killed another today. A young girl with the face of an angel and the heart of a selfish bastard. She was laughing in the beginning, playing pretend like when she was a small child. She had porcelain skin, white as china, and she held some painful secret within her, a secret that I wanted to tear out with my bare hands."
I stood up in front of Phil and slowly began to strip for him while I told him the story. He watched with temptation as I removed my shirt and let my tits fall into the fresh air. My nipples were very hard, begging for attention. Phil had a little grin on his face. I turned my back to him and bent over as I removed my leather pants. As I squirmed out of them I could see that he was squirming a bit as well. His eyes darkened and he hissed through his fangs when I turned around to show him all of me. I climbed back on the bed like a sultry cat and began to caress his stiff cock with my hand.
"She's better off now, she won't have to suffer with that pain. Anyway, I began to speak to her. We were in some bar on the south side of town. I was talking to her as if I had known her for a long time. She accepted my companionship openly. I asked her a lot of the usual questions, and she answered them with a bit of a flirt in her voice."
"I almost cared for her," I told Phil. Then I moved further up on t he bed and lowered myself down onto his face and told him to eat me. I could feel his fangs running jaggedly up and down my slit. I felt the girl's hot blood rushing down to the pleasure box between my legs. I silently thanked her for the little gift. Then I continued on with the story.
"But I didn't care for her enough. I pulled out a razor blade and her e yes lit up. What a doll. Maybe she thought that I had cocaine. I stared into her eyes; they were such a soft green that I became a bit jealous. She was a beauty, you would've liked to have done her in. "
Just thinking of her beauty made me cum all over Phil's bloody lips. I could feel him sucking it all out as my pussy twitched. My entire body shook with pleasure at the last few seconds of my orgasm. Phil sat up and pushed my down onto my back. He gave me a very sensuous kiss that left me wanting more. But instead of another, he left his tongue travel down to my neck where he nibbled. I felt the tiny pin pricks of his fangs as they entered the flesh there. He continued on down my body, giving special care to my hard nipples. He sucked on each one and then ran his tongue around them in circles, then nibbled on the very tips. This sent me into another violent orgasm.
"Continue with your story, please?" He asked. His nose was touching mine. He let me lick some of my cum off his face and then put his hand down between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb. The next thing I felt was the first inch of his cock inside me and I groaned.
"I grabbed her precious neck and ran my tongue up the length of it. I then whispered in her ear that I would like her to come outside with me. She looked at me and then at the razor blade and nodded. I took her hand and led her outside the bar and into the alley. There, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. At first I was gentle, licking her lips and caressing her tongue with mine…and then I became an animal and dug my claws into her scalp. A small river of blood ran down the right side of her face. She told me to pull her pretty blonde hair, so I did. I pulled hard. During all of this she didn't scream, not once."
Now Phil had his entire cock buried to the hilt and we were humping frantically. Sweat had poured from his forehead and dripped onto my chest and my face. Every time that he pushed in and then pulled out I could feel every little vein in my body say thank you. "I grabbed her big mushy tits and squeezed them so hard that they burst. Like two ripe melons ready to eat. But she didn't scream. I was confused that she didn't show some sign of emotion. She was covered in her own blood. I lowered myself to me knees and stuck my pretty head right in the middle of the shit. I licked and sucked the blood from wherever I could find it. Her eyes were wide; I suppose she was in shock. Then I asked her what secret that she was holding so deeply within. She told me that she always wanted to do a c hick. I couldn't help but laugh at her. She picked the wrong girl."
Phil pulled me up and told me to get on my hands and knees. Then he roughly shoved his cock up inside me from behind. It filled me completely. "What happened to her? Did you eat her out? Tell me what nasty little thing my Blood Thorn did?" "I pulled out the razor blade again and peeled at the skin of her face. Just like how mom used to peel potatoes. There was so much blood to be taken in. It spilled over her blouse, it drenched her pretty blonde hair, and it mixed in with the blood from her broken tits. I even ate it out of her pussy. For a split second I felt guilt, and then nothing at all. Rage overwhelmed me and I took the razor to her neck and sliced her life away.
With that last sentence Phil came deep inside of me.
We both fell over onto the bed, panting. Like dogs.
"Do you mind it I taste her?" he asked me.
"Of course."
I laid back and lifted my big tit to my lips. I sank my fangs into my nipple and some blood trickled down between my cleavage.
"Suck it like a baby, Phil"
And he did.
Once he had swallowed his share of the girl's life, he looked up into my face and said that he loved me.
"I have a proposition for you."
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yes. Let's find the perfect doll. I want to watch you fuck her and eat her."
"And my reward?"
"Content."
(To be continued….)
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