Erotica Anthology #6

Moon

#31

Blood Moon

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Beware of the night under the moon. Three strike and you will be nowhere.

Lana Haverton is just like any other just-starting-college girl who likes to read. But one night an immortal being enters her room through a window, catching me doing something shameful. It is release that she seeks, and she has no idea just of how pleasant it will be for him to help her find it.

Viscount Dorian Threamor is out for the night when he finds a girl ─ not only willing ─ but also beautiful, like an angel dropped down freshly from heaven, to be his donor and company. She is shocked when he bites her, but does not seem to be resisting much. And the s*x is very much desirable as well.

But then he soon finds himself keep wanting for of her and just seem to can not let her off. So why not bring her home to his underworld mansion and keep her all to himself forever more?

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It was the night of the blood moon, I remember. But I could not pay too much attention on the sky, and I might have missed the beautiful twinkling stars that decorated it for as far as the eyes could see. My eyes were settled and locked on him ever since I noticed the way his hair was being reflected with the moonlight, how the rich golden captured my interest with away, and how each of its every long lock made me wonder whether or not that the person was an angel or not.

My eyes traveled in pace quicker than my head could keep up and my heart igniting a brand new desire I could not recognize. When the moon let me saw him clearly enough, I knew that I could not break its witching spell again. Because right at that moment was the incident of when I was bound with a pair of haunting eyes.

They were deep. They were sharp.

Grabbing my soul and never letting go. They were blue, like ice or crystal. And like how their color looked like, they felt cold and beautiful at the same time.

I wanted to be afraid of him in an instant, but I also wanted to be savored by his cruelty at the same time. He made me felt things I really never wanted to cross its lines for.

Through it turned out soon that the person was no angel at all, and that he was not even a person, but a vampire.

And that was when I knew that he was danger and misery all along.

But still, even through how vicious he could make me be, I could not forget the way his eyes ate me wholly.

The night came again after our first encounter. It was the same blood moon, and a few months had passed since I met my angelic vampire. I could not call him mine, but my mind could go out of control at some times. I was sitting on my bed, alone, with the window opened so that the night wind could blow into my lonely gothic room. I had a book on my laps, my warm blanket covering legs. I was wearing a thin ivory nightgown, but the wind felt nice on my skin.

I could not sleep, that was why I was still up so late when the moon was already raising up at the dark sky. It was kind of starry, like the night I met him. But the book my friend had promised to be interesting was not as interesting as I hope it would suit to my liking. It was just some silly romance story that was just too cheesy, and had too much s*x scenes than necessary. Actually, I was starting to really wonder why it was such a bestseller when I was about to turn to the next page, about to draw my final patient on this book, when my finger brushes against my n****e right.

Strangely, it was hard.

I check the other one, just out of curiosity, and found it also at the same condition. I was starting to play with my right n****e again, not feeling the lust I read would come from the book. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a shadow blocks my light. I look up, only to find that vampire with the long golden hair.

I stop nibbling my n****e right away, so ashamed that he caught me doing that.

But at the same time, I also seem to forget a very rational thought, because his handsomeness has trapped me inside his blue cage of eyes. I can not speak, or even utter a word of how surprised I am to find him watching me from the opened window of my bedroom, leaning inside so casually as if he is at his own home.

When I do nothing but stare, he takes his time to hop into my room, his eyes still keeping their sights locked with my eyes. It feels like a binding spell, which simply just refuses to let me go. I am trapped in its beauty. And the pleasant feeling of the reaction it causes to me just makes me love it even more, even though deep down I know that I should not be this calm. Pleasure defeats my conscious and takes lead of my body.

And, just as if I am invited, I crawl to the edge of my bed, ignoring the boring book I once was still reading and inches closer to the handsome vampire. He raises one of his glove-covered palms, caring a side of my cheek. I can still feel the coldness of his skin even despite his white glove that is separating my skin with his to contact directly. The coldness makes me shiver, along with a chill down my spine.

“Lie down,” he orders me with the huskiest voice I have ever heard.

His voice sounds like music to my ear, making me believe that everything that will ever come from his luscious lips are only good and simply melodious. His voice makes me want to do anything he asks me to.

So, I do exactly as he ordered. I push my body back to bed slowly, letting my head falls over the softness of my pillow. He leads in along, crawling on top of my bed as I can hear the faint sound of the novel falling down to the floor. The breath-taking vampire places one of his leg between my tights, making the satin fabric of my nightgown as if playing to strip my body into eternal nakedness.

Just like that, suddenly I feel really aware of just how thin my defense against this vampire. And how absent-minded I am to let him have me this easily.

Not that I can do anything.

I am being hypnotized, I eventually realize.

His long golden hair falls like a very soft and straight curtain around his head when he starts to close the distance of our faces. His hands covered gloves are suddenly everywhere of me before I can even process what is going on. But I love the tenderness it brings. I feel like there is nothing I have to fear of him.

He then brushes the strands of my hair away from my neck, exposing it for the bite that is bound to come. Bracing myself, I close my eyes and anticipate the pain.

It feels exactly like needles when his fangs pierce into my flesh. I feel like dying soon, drifting between the world of living and death. But the pain does not stay long, because every soon also, it turns to something my p***y has been craving for so long.

Pleasure.

My lips can not help but to obey the need that my inside wants and moan with so much lust echoing through the depth of my organism. My body and mind are at the point of working together to gain what they want this whole time, not caring for anything else but for this vampire to do more than just feed from me.

I want to brush my p***y against his leg that his straddling between mine. I want to raise my chest so that my swelling giant breasts can brush themselves against his hard chest. I want my hole to be filled by his promising wonderful c**k.

But all of those hopes have to parish. Since he comes only for the need to drink blood.

Soon, the breath-taking vampire is gone, with his fangs leaving to prove of the bite after his cold tongue licking and a gust of wind, making it seems as if the night never happened.

Or perhaps it never did.

Perhaps it was all just my dream.

I never see him again after that night. All the dark sky is nothing but loneliness and unsatisfied need of lust. I find myself carving more and more for each night, but find no one to help with for the release.

And that is why I have to fulfill my own need.

Tonight is the same starry sky as that night when I dreamed of the handsome man. After spending some time in the bathroom, and a little longer to add neseccary appliance, I crawl to bed sleepily. My nightgown is as thin as it always is. I become more aware at night every time my body craves for something. Anyone with eyes can see through the figure that is barely hidden under the silky material. My body is hidden there, wanting to be ravished by someone.

Or more certain, some being.

Suddenly out of nowhere when I am in the brink of falling asleep, I can feel a body-weight that leans on top of my bed, on top of me. I turn in an instant, finding myself soon staring eye to eye with those gorgeous pair of crystal blue eyes, swimming with their wonderful blissness. I gasp in surprise, but do nothing more than freezing on my spot.

The vampire is real. And he seems to enjoy playing with my mind. After locking gaze with me for a while, his eyes travels down to my body, and spends too much time staring at the place between my tights. But the moment I have afraid of comes when he lets out a chuckle, sounding teasing and insulting enough to crush any pride I have left.

I blush crimson red with that from top to bottom. There is no way he can miss it ─ the thing that I have stacked inside my hole to prevent my body from lusting too much.

With his powerful strength, one of his hands pushes my body down to keep me still and from protesting while his other hand reaches in my private hole, only to pull out the soap bar I had crafted to form like a real c**k.

He purposely shows it in front of my face, my c*m all over the bar and eventually leaks down to his fingers, with him smiling in an insulting manner more, before tossing the soap bar somewhere far.

“Don’t worry, love,” he whispers every girl’s midnight wishes. “Soon you won’t be needing that.”

Without a warning, he sinks his teeth into me again and drinks my life away. And before I know it, I already fall deep into sleep.

By the morning, I check myself in front of the mirror, yet still finding the skin not only at my neck is free of any biting wounds or even the slightest scar. In fact, my skin is super smooth and ivory─

“Hey, Lana, can I borrow your dictionary for a─”

My neighbor picks the worst time to come in.

Standing here naked with not even a piece of fabric to cover myself, I can only blush as red as a tomato as his eyes roam my body. Then suddenly he snaps out of his trance and looks away abruptly.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to look!” He exclaims while shutting his eyes brutally. But soon his blush creeps to his tan cheeks and colors his entire face like how mine did. “I knew that I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help it─ I mean, I was─” His cheeks get redder before he can finish explaining himself.

“It’s okay, Troy. I just have to get my clothes and wear them in my bathroom, and then I’ll get to you again,” I obviously lie with a forced smile on my face, quickly grab my clothes, and then enter the bathroom.

How can I ever act like normal again after this? Troy has been a good neighbor of mine in this apartment building. He and I are in good friendship terms, until this morning. I must have scared him by standing completely nude in front of my mirror to check myself out. He must have thought that I am one of those self-centered bitches who only love themselves. But the truth was that I was just try to make sure that I am not injured at all, that the encounter with that long haired vampire was just another dream that was produced by my desperation of need.

Even so, it still disappoints me that all of that intimacy last night was just another night flower.

Why can’t he be real?

Surely I do not like the biting part. But when I look at him in the eyes, it feels like I can be happy forever.

After finish dressing up, I slowly creep back to my bedroom, which is also the combination of a living, a kitchen and a dining room. My eyes spot Troy already sitting himself on my sofa, his body slightly shaking with nerverousness.

“Sorry for the long wait,” I say rather nervously. Since I was just thinking about the man in my dream, who every time he appeared only to suck my blood. “What did you said earlier again? You want to borrow my dictionary?”

“Yes, I need a Japanese dictionary to help me make my poetry assignment. You know how hard Japanese Literature is like, don’t you?” He replies with the same amount of nerverousness.

“Mhm. Just let me search for me a little bit. It should be at my shelf. Dictionaries.... Third row.... Japanese, Japanese.... Ah, here you go,” I pull out the book from its shelf and hand it over to Troy.

Something seems to glow from his golden eyes when he receives it. He looks happy, as if this morning’s accident never happened, just the way I want us to act.

“Thank you for your help. I’ll return it as soon as possible,” he says as he starts to retreat to my door, his red head disappearing from my sight.

“It’s okay. Take your time.”

At the third night, the vampire comes again. I already prepare myself and lung at him, wrapping my arms around his neck to welcome him with a lusting kiss on the neck. He groans, obviously enjoying it. But soon I find his arms trying to peer me away.

Not wanting to let him go, I press my folds against his c**k, causing it to grow hard quick. Again he seems to be enjoying it, but pulls me away. At look up at him with pleading eyes, but he looks as if he has a grief news to break to me.

“I have to tell you something,” his voice is cold as stone. I can not miss the ripple between his eyebrows. He is looking irritated, mix with the passionate expression from what I just caused to his body. But I know that look.

“A-are you not liking my touch?” I ask him in shuttering voice, my throat feeling dry and freezing, suddenly feeling too hard to breathe.

“No─”

“Is this the last time you will ever come again?” Gosh, I sound so desperate, as if this night will be the last of my life.

“No─”

“Then why are you─?”

My words are cut short when he leans down until his lips brush the sensitive skin of my neck, pulling me waist against his hard abdomen. “I am going to do something different to you, Lana.” This is the first time he has ever said my name ─ and I have not even told him my name yet. I do not know what his name is as well. But as the feeling of his cold yet soft lips graze against my skin, all I can do is shudder by the sensation and sink into the gesture. I breathing grow erotic soon enough and he does not even have do too much. But then he pulls me away again and stares right down into me. “I am going to turn you.”

“T-turn me?” My mind is having trouble registering his words. All I can think about is how nice it feels to have him close to me.

“Yes, and this is going to last for eternity.”

What is? I want to ask. But before I can do that, he already pushes be down to my bed and behind undoing my nightgown, revealing my swelling breasts and skin. He takes a moment to enjoy the sight before leaning in to my neck again. This time, something sharp pierces me and I scream in pain.

He must not be expecting me to scream when he bites me, so he is unprepared when my scream echoes almost through the entire building. I try to move away, to struggle free and find my freedom, but he puts his weight on me and holds my wrists above my head. Pretty soon my head lifts into dizziness, when suddenly I can hear footsteps from the outside of my room, followed by the loud pounding of a fist against the door.

“Lana! Open the door! Are you alright? I heard your screaming.”

The pounding of the door never stops, as well as the pounding in my heart. They both grow faster by each minute when I can not even find my voice to answer.

The vampire does not climb off from my, but retreating for my neck and taking more interest on the edge of my nightgown. He lifts my skirt up until all he can see is my exposed tights and underwear.

“I don’t know why you even bother to wear this thing,” he pokes the net material, “when the two of us know that it will not be needed soon,” he slips his finger under it, allowing me to feel the intimate contact. He is so close to where I want him to touch me. His bite is painful, but it is also turning me on. It makes me into this side that is willing to explore to places I have never been, allowing me to become dare of alien things.

I arch my back, silently pleading him to touch me down there. He only smiles cunningly like he usually does, obviously knowing what I want yet having to plan to give it soon. He lets me being left wanting as he pulls away the garment painfully slow, his dangerous eyes seemingly pleasant with the inch of inch from the skin that he glance upon.

“Lana! Are you in there? Open the door!” the pounding grows even more worried.

I try to turn my head to the direction of the door, but the vampire simply push my head back with one finger of the hand that was used to hold my wrists , not wanting me to look away even for a second. The hand he has on my folds brush in and I moan, arching my head back. That is when I realize that the wound on my neck is still opened. The pain soon registers and I find myself screaming again.

“LANA!”

This time, Troy is able to force open the door, causing it to hit the wall behind. Troy’s eyes are widening in surprise when he sees us. We are still on the bed with the same scandalous position. I find myself being naked again in front of my neighbor for the second time this day, but for some odd reasons, I can not even care.

The vampire glares annoyedly at Troy, not liking his interjection at all. He seems to want to do something very violent to Troy, but I arch my back, causing his finger to enter me deeper until I can not see his knuckles at all. This action of mine seems to pleasure him, making his attention turns fully on me again.

His blood eyes are filled with hunger, and we both know that we will not be having me enough for a while after this. His free arm begins to pull me up, but Troy stops him.

“What do you think you are doing to her?!” he hisses angrily.

“Whatever I please. So be gone before I kill me, because you are starting to piss me off,” the vampire threatens lowly, before dragging me out towards the window.

Troy tries to prevent him from going by chasing after us, but I yell at him before he can hurt myself.

“No! Don’t come any closer!”

He looks at me as if I am crazy.

“I want this. Don’t try to stop us.”

Troy stops at where he is and watches us as the vampire carries me out to the cold night wind. All I can see after that is miles up from the earth and us closing to the dark clouds, before violently dropping down.