Page 47 of Afflicted

“You’ll see.” He nods at the feeders at the door, who barely acknowledge us. We walk down the steps, but instead of heading back towards the dorm, Matt turns left and starts walking faster.

“Matt.” I giggle nervously, glancing over my shoulder. “Where are you taking me?”

He doesn’t answer, guiding me around the side of the cafeteria, heading for the shower block. We reach an alcove at the far end of the building, and he pulls me into it, pushing me back against the wall.

“What are you doing?” I laugh breathlessly as he kisses my neck. “Babe, they’ll be looking for us.”

“Shhh.” He pushes my top up over my breasts, and lowers his mouth to my right nipple, sucking hard.

I gasp, and rake my hands through his hair. “Matt, someone will see us.” But even as I protest, I push my shorts and panties off. Matt follows suit, kicking his sweatpants away, lifting me up around his waist.

The wall at my back is rough, digging into my skin, but as soon as Matt sinks into me I don’t even care, the discomfort melting away into pleasure. This position is so much better than being flat on my back in a tiny bed. His thrusts nudge against my clit like this, and it feels so good I dig my fingers into his shoulders. I’ve been dying for this release, just wanting to forget the last few days and have that rush.

Matt grins at me, breathing heavy. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah, you feel so good.”

“I bet he does.”

The voice makes us both jump, and Matt and I both look over to see the big feeder with the reddish hair standing a few feet away. He’s leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He looks us up and down, his fangs glinting as he grins.

“Oh please don’t stop on my account,” he says, “the lady seemed to be enjoying that.”

I unfurl my legs from around Matt’s waist, and we both move to pick up our clothes.

“We were just heading back to the dorm,” I say quietly.

The feeder laughs. “Yeah, I can see that’s exactly where you were headed.” He takes a step closer to us, his hands clasped behind his back. “Hmm, now, what am I going to do with the two of you?”

I quickly pull my shorts back on, shoving my panties into my pocket, and I suppress a shriek as the feeder rushes at me. He leers down at me, his red eyes glowing bright crimson.

“I’ll take those, if you don’t mind,” he says, retrieving my panties from my shorts, and raising them to his nose. His eyes flutter closed as he inhales deeply, and my stomach contorts into a knot of ice.

Matt’s just standing there, almost… almost casually. Panic whirs inside me. Why isn’t he doing anything?

“Goddamn, girl,” the feeder says with a sigh, “that sweet pussy of yours smells incredible.” He looks back down at me, and lifts a hand to my face. “I’d have a lot of fun with you, little one.”

I slap his hand away. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

He moves so fast I don’t even see it, but suddenly I’m against the wall, his huge hand wrapped around my throat. He bears down on me, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs.

“Matt,” I say weakly as the feeder’s hand presses the air from my windpipe, “call for help.”

Matt looks around and gives the vamp a nod. “I’ll keep watch out here.”

The air is knocked out of my lungs. Matt’s gaze sweeps over me, so indifferent it’s almost cold. I shake my head weakly. This isn’t happening.

“Matt,” I plead, tears stinging my eyes. “Matt, call for help.”

He leans back against the wall, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning the yard.

The feeder turns back to me, and lowers his lips to my cheek. “Now, sweet thing, you and me are going to have some fun.” He releases my throat and I try to scream, but his hand smashes into my temple, and my vision goes fuzzy.

The ground moves closer, and then my head is swaying back and forth against his back. He’s got me over his shoulder. He’s carrying me off somewhere.

“You keep watch,” he says. He keeps walking, his hand moving into my shorts. He pushes a finger inside me roughly, and I don’t even have the presence of mind to flinch. It’s like I’m watching it happen to someone else, like I’m walking behind this enormous man with an inert figure slung over his shoulder, dragging her off.

He withdraws his finger, and there’s a disgusting sucking sound. “Delicious,” he drawls.

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