Erotic Fiction: With Pointed Teeth
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Axton shut the door the moment I walked in, drawing in a long, shaking breath the moment I closed the space between us. His eyes narrowed, head shaking in disbelief that I had returned to him for the third time. At this point, I was courting death, and I knew it. But he was so beautiful, waiting for me with his bare milky white chest, mouse-brown curls, and piercing green eyes.
We had met under strange, clichéd circumstances. I had been cutting through an alleyway to get back to my downtown apartment one night after clubbing when he had trapped me. With my back pressed against the dirty brick wall, nostrils filled with the scents emitting from nearby dumpsters and grime, I tossed my purse across the lane. He didn’t move. That’s when I realized he didn’t want what little money I had on me, but rather, he wanted me.
“You’re going to die tonight,” he had told me, “and it’s going to be slow.”
He had pressed his mouth to my neck and bit into me immediately, the pain sharp and deep, stinging down into my chest and shoulders. I was quiet, whimpering slightly without putting up a fight; maybe staying still would make things end more quickly, would make it all less painful. But I didn’t die that night.
The moment I began feeling faint, the blood draining from my body, he pulled away and stole into the night with me in tow. My journey there felt like an out-of-body experience, and when I awoke the next morning naked in my own bed, it was like it had never happened. Sort of.
Like clockwork, I began finding notes tucked under my front door with an address and a time written on it every second week. I had a choice as to whether or not I would meet him and had been choosing to err on the side of recklessness. I learned his name and told him mine, had tilted my neck to his mouth each time I saw him. He filled himself with my blood until I felt light-headed, then offered me milk of the poppy to sip at until the pain had eased substantially.
That night, finding myself in an empty warehouse with him, it had become clear what he was and what he wanted from me. I had hoped it was equally obvious what I wanted him for.
With my blood flow staunched, I stood up, holding a nearby table for balance as I began to undress. My clothing fell to the concrete floor piece by piece, the ground cold beneath my bare feet. Axton observed me, his inquisitive eyes following each sluggish movement that I made. When I stepped towards him, he undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles, revealing no undergarments beneath.
Our interactions were nearly wordless. Instead, we communicated in grunts and sighs, directing each other with a firm grip or a nod in the direction we intended to move things. Tonight, he lowered me decisively to the floor, the entire front of my body responding immediately to the cold by sending goosebumps across my skin. On my knees, ass in the air, Axton took hold of my hips and lunged into me from behind. I felt like my body was ripping open; his cock was as icy as it was large, making me cry out in shock and agony.
My insides throbbed around him, gradually relaxing as he pumped back and forth in time with my breathing. I pulled away a moment, adjusting myself and flipping onto my back to reduce the powerful sensations. Axton moved my legs apart roughly, lifting them up and over his shoulders so that my hips raised off the ground in time for him to enter me again. Animalistic noises flowed from his lips, reminding me that I was with someone not entirely of this world, someone who was guided by primal instinct and insatiable bloodlust.
When he finally pulled out, leaving a pulsating sensation radiating from my stretched vagina, I collapsed against the floor in sheer exhaustion. His mouth trailed along my body, from my breasts, to my stomach, and between my legs with gentle nips. When he reached my vulva, he ran his tongue along it deliberately. Then he moved back, eyes turning up to meet mine.
“We can’t do this anymore, Alice. This has gone on for too long,” he whispered, so quietly I nearly didn’t hear him. “But you know I can’t let you go home either, right?”
