Death Becomes Us

The Taste of You

You couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was the leftover adrenaline from the events earlier that evening, or maybe it was the busy trailer park, crawling with vampires as they got started with their evening. Or maybe it was the way you couldn't stop thinking about the buttery soft tang of Eddie's blood on your tongue. He warned that you might have sexual dreams, but what did it mean to desire him when you were awake?

In bed, eyes wide open, you felt the pulsing between your thighs and reached a hand down to tend to the need despite yourself. You thought about the way his full lips looked when they were tinted with your blood, the greedy look in his eyes, like he wanted more, and then your wrist flexed, working quicker. You imagined his mouth on yours, cheeks and chins messy and dripping, and that was when the arousal dampened your underwear and a sigh hitched in your throat.

Your bedroom door at the end of the hallway was open, but you hadn't noticed someone standing there until a knuckle tapped a few soft knocks to alert you of their presence.

"Is this a bad time?" Vampire Eddie asked in a low whisper.

You weren't as surprised as you should've been to see him there. In fact, a part of you might have even expected it. If he could sense your fear, why wouldn't he be able to sense...other things that you were feeling?

You braced your hands and sat up. The thin curtains over both of your windows were letting in artificial light from the trailer park, casting purple shadows across your faces. "How'd you get in here?"

"Does it matter?" Most of his body had been blocked by the lamp on your nightstand, but he took a few steps into view, hands in his jean pockets. His jacket was off, but he had the same Metallica tee on that he'd been wearing earlier in the alley, exposing the patchwork of tattoos along his neck, hands, and throat. You had a passing thought that you wanted to know what they all meant to him.

Arousal continued to flutter at your core, clenching at nothing, as if activated by his presence, and you pressed your thighs together in earnest.

He stroked his chin in contemplation, the whites of his eyes glowing in the dark. "Do you need a hand, Princess?" He mumbled it, glancing from your face to your clenched knees, running the tip of his tongue in an arch over his top lip. "Or a mouth?"

You couldn't speak, you only managed to mew in the back of your throat, shifting your hips as the bundle of nerves below begged for attention.

"Tell me," he was right next to the bed now. "Use your words, say it."

A small voice in your cognitive reasoning tried to tell you this was a dream, if had to be, but that didn't seem to matter because the rest of you wanted it to be as real as it felt.

"I-I need you," the words were trembling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

In a flash--a gust of wind--Eddie was straddling your thighs, pinning your arms above your head at the wrists with one hand. His hair tickled your neck as he pressed his mouth to your ear. "I can't stop thinking about you," he hushed. "About how good you taste."

You loved the feeling of his weight on you, the way his pelvis twitched a few times, grinding right where you needed it most. He nuzzled the side of your throat, along your collarbone, and up the other side, inhaling you, drowning in your scent as he went. He held your arms in place like it was effortless while his other hand made its way down to find your slick entrance that was begging for him; he growled, sinking two of fingers in.

You arched your head back with a whimper, exposing more of your throat, heels kicking a few times against the mattress. His fingers curled in to find your sweet spot while his thumb worked your slippery clit.

When he lifted to meet your gaze, his eyes morphed into that feral, opal black and his pointed fangs ejected with an audible click.

"Take me," you whispered, aching as a third finger stretched you out. "Take my blood, I want to be inside of you."

He found the heartbeat in your throat, and he kissed it first before you felt the damp cool of his breath, lips curling around the spot, and then his tongue fluttered a few times before the fangs sank in.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the sensation, thrusting your hips up to meet the attention of his fingers and thumb, feeling your release mounting as Eddie latched, hungry moans vibrating in his chest.

"I want a taste," you huffed. He sucked a bit more, and when he disengaged, you turned your head to meet his mouth, stained again with your life force. His tongue was eager to share the taste with you, kissing deep. He released your arms only so he could cradle your cheek with his palm, and then he brought the two soaking wet fingers up from your core and slipped them into your mouth, making you suck them. The mingling of the blood and your juices had you begging him with your eyes as you took his fingers all the way to the base of his rings, gagging a little, spreading his digits with your tongue.

He chuckled, a crimson drip in the corner of his mouth. "Tell me what you want," he dragged his fingers out, pulling the wetness down your chin, and cupped that hand around your neck, his thumb interrupting two trickles of blood that were pooling in the hollow of your throat. His eyes were electric brown again as he searched yours. "Do you want to cum now?"

You nodded, rubbing your salty lips together, gasping as his hand tightened infinitesimally, urging you.

"Tell me," he breathed, tilting his head, mouth inches from yours.

"I want to cum in your mouth," you managed, pussy pulsing, one hand clenching the sheet.

In the same gust of breeze, he was down at the end of the bed, head between your legs, eyes on you as he darted his tongue out a few times to tease your swollen cunt, grin kicking up the side of his mouth as you squirmed. By the time he buried his face, and you could feel the pull of the suction at your nub, you knew it wouldn't be much longer. You snatched a fistful of his hair, arching back, as his mouth tied you like a cherry stem.

"Eddie...I'm...I'm...fuck!" It wasn't long before your body gripped in a violent stillness and hovered there before a blinding orgasm rippled through your body, making you babble about how hard you were cumming. While the twitching subsided, you held his head in place and he was happy to stay; he made a few long licks along the full length of your slit, groaning as he tasted you, and then he dropped a few tender kisses on your inner thigh.

His eyes lifted to yours, and they were black again; his sharp white fangs so bright they were almost neon. He planted kisses on the tender skin there, right at the location of your femoral artery, and then his tongue flicked out, begging in his own way.

Instinctively, you knew he wanted to taste the warm gush from one of your main arteries, and you opened yourself up more to him, nodding, eager for the bite and the sweet pull of his hunger. You weren't afraid to show him the scars you hid from everyone else; you wanted him to have all of you.

His fingers found your tight hole again as his teeth sank into the flesh of your leg, and that's when you woke up.

Sweating, gasping, and confused, you bolted into a seated position in bed, cringing away from the bright sun that poured in from the partially closed curtains. Your mouth went agape as you recalled the dream, feeling like an alien must've inhabited your body for such a thing to turn you on. You sent the pads of your fingers down to confirm that you had, in fact, experienced a wet dream, complete with release, and you felt violated in a way that made you curse his name under your breath.

The trailer next door that belonged to your neighbor Eddie was all sealed up for the day with the black out curtains tightly drawn, but for some reason, you could still smell him.

You could still smell him, and you could still feel the achingly real need you'd had for him in the dream, as if the imaginary desire had followed you into your waking life.

But you weren't attracted to your vampire neighbor Eddie Munson, nor were you at all interested in letting him drink your blood again. Never. Not at all. No way.