Page 10 of Her Vampire

I scented her desire but uncertainty flickered in her eyes, as though she thought I was doing this for some nefarious reason, as though she suspected me of playing some cruel trick on her.

I turn away from the bag, making a huffing snarling noise.

My fangs are tingling like a son of a bitch and my shirtless torso is pumping hotly, one second away from blazing blood-red if I don’t do something about it.

Ever since Tammy ran out on me yesterday, I’ve tried to stay strong and fulfill my promise of giving her time to process everything I told her, showed her, and yet the desire to find her scent in the air and find my way to her is too goddamn strong.

Last night, she left in such a rush that she forgot one of her gloves, and now I pick it up and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply.

Fuck.

It holds the scent of her hand, which has touched every part of her.

If I smell deeply enough, I can scent her sex, the tangy sweetness of it, the way it promises to clutch tightly around my manhood. I can’t stop myself from imagining myself pumping inside of her, unleashing my vampiric fury, and taking her raw and hard.

As I stroll across the gym to the shower room – all in darkness – I imagine flitting across the room last night, taking her by the shoulders and leading her back to the desk. In my fantasy, Chipper is never there.

It’s just the two of us.

I grab her and lead her to the desk and then bend her over.

“You’re my mortal,” I growl, pushing her so that her ass is sticking right out. “You’re my dirty fucking mortal, Tammy.”

She looks at me and moans.

Fuck, fuck.

I tear off my shorts and step into the shower, her scent still writhing through me even if I’ve left her glove in the gym. My manhood is rock hard as my mind returns to the fantasy, hot water blasting down my naked body as the shower cubicle begins to pulsate red.

I need to control myself.

I need to master my desires.

But I can’t.

Not with her.

I think about tearing down her pants and revealing the roundness of her ass, her panties clinging to that pussy, that pussy whose scent has already made a sizzling home inside of me.

“I’m going to spank you like you fucking deserve,” I’d snarl, smoothing my hands softly over her ass cheeks, making her feel every goddamned moment. “Beg me to spank you. Beg me to fucking own you, Tammy.”

She begs me in that voice, that glorious, beautiful voice that I heard singing in the stock room.

I reach down and grab my cock, unable to stop myself any longer. I haven’t touched myself in a long, long time, even before I stopped feeding. I’ve become a master of discipline and self-restraint.

And yet with Tammy, the urge is too powerful, the image of her curvy-as-hell body too prepossessing.

I imagine the way she’d whimper as I spanked her, rubbing my cock, coating it in the hot shower water as precome slides up and down my shaft.

I close my eyes tightly and see her sticking her ass out further and further, even as her cheeks turn red with my carnal spanking.

And then I take my manhood and grind it between those beautiful round ass cheeks, thrusting harder and harder with each pump of my hips.

“I need to taste it,” I snarl in my fantasy, letting go completely now.

And then I do something I could never do in real life.

I lean down and sink my teeth into her juiciness.

I let out a growling sound as I pump my hand quicker up and down my shaft, the fantasy so vivid I can taste the sweetness of her blood, the way it would swim around my mouth, infusing me with her energy. I’d be able to taste her womb, her desire to give me an impossible child, everything. I’d be able to sense how close she was to creaming for me as I sucked greedily on her beautiful ass.

I throw my head back and roar when I feel the pressure building in my balls.

So close, so close.

And then – somehow – I let go.

“No,” I growl, opening my eyes and staring at the shimmering walls.

I force myself to breathe slowly.

I won’t waste a single drop of my seed, vampiric or not, on this shower wall. Every drop I have deserves to be inside of her, where it fucking belongs, shot deep into her body so that it can take root in her womb.

Children.

I never had children, someone to continue my legacy, and I just know that Tammy would make the perfect mother.

But that only works if she agrees to the ceremony to turn me into a mortal man.

If she even believes that any of this is true.

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