Page 13 of Dating is for Suckers

With one final shove, I drive the plug home, pulling out a strangled yell from her lips. She keeps rocking back and forth, fucking me as her walls clamp down. My balls tingle and tighten as my body prepares to come again.

Leaning over her, I nip the shell of her ear with my fang, grinning like an idiot when her pussy flutters around my cock again. “Who do you belong to,” I growl in her ear, sending goosebumps racing down her body.

“You, Master,” she wails as she comes again. “Only you!”

I don’t mean to hurt Rory this way, but he needs to know that he never had a chance. Shaking his head, he gives Lissa a soft smile before slinking back into the darkness. At least I allowed him the use of her mouth. That’s more than I’d give anyone else. Sliding out, I gather Lissa into my arms and force her gaze to mine.

“Do you want this? Do you want to be like me? To live forever as my vampire princess?” Her eyes are still clouded, her gaze roving my face but not really seeing. I should wait until she’s more coherent, but I can’t. I can’t risk losing her now that I have her again.

Once she nods, all bets are off. Dragging her down to the ground, I cover her with my body, peppering her face with tender kisses. This next part is going to hurt. A lot. I want her riding her submissive high when it happens. Scoring my fangs down her breast, I grab the buttplug and pull it out before notching the head of my cock in the widened opening.

I slide my lips up the column of her neck, closing my eyes as I pierce the flesh. As my fangs rip through her skin, I thrust my hips forward, taking her final virginity as I drink from her blood. I hold her head in my hands to keep her from thrashing and doing way more damage than necessary.

Her blood flows into my mouth, and it’s nothing short of a miracle. She tastes different than any other human I’ve fed from, and it’s not just because it’s her. There’s something fundamentally different. I let my tongue delve through the sweet, coppery ambrosia, trying desperately to figure out what it is. Something is missing. That’s all I can tell. There’s something absent, but it doesn’t make the taste worse.

In fact, it’s almost drugging. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Perhaps this is why the drugs didn’t work? We’ve formulated it to bind to the blood, but what if whatever’s missing is what it binds to? As preposterous as that sounds, in some ways, it actually makes better sense than either Rory or Jessica not drugging her.

One more thing in a litany that I’ll need to apologize for. In the heat of seeing my human with him, I accused Rory falsely. At least that’s what I’m hoping. Besides, even if he forgot, there’s no way Jessica would. Sighing, I continue to drink, taking her life force deep inside me. Will turning her change this aspect about her? I hope not.

Groaning, I lap at her neck as I fuck her, claiming her as mine. My hips snap against her, the cushion of her ass softening the impact. Soon, her wails of pain become moans of pleasure. My balls ache with the need to come inside her, but I hold off, concentrating on her pulse instead.

There.

That moment where her heart stutters for just a second. I pull back and prick the tip of my finger with my fang, using the blood to seal up the bite marks. Tilting her head towards me, I bite down on my wrist, slicing open the artery to allow blood to well to the surface.

Her lips are unmoving as I hold my wrist above her, releasing blood into her mouth. After a moment or two, her lips start to move on their own as she sucks my blood into her body. Then, and only then do I surge forward one last time, groaning as I fill her with both my blood and my cum. We lie there, locked in this dark, lover’s embrace for several moments until I pull my arm away and seal the wound.

Her whimpers as she leans forward, desperate for more, pierces my heart. She’s so hungry, so needy, and yet, I cannot provide any more for her. To do so would be to kill myself. I know that hunger intimately, and drinking from her is the first time it’s ever been sated, as if her blood was made just for me.

Holding her close, I wait for the pain to overtake her. Though I wish I could share the burden, I know I can’t. All I can do is be there for her. And when she wakes up, she’ll experience the most pleasurable moments she’s ever known, and the best part is, it will be for the rest of her life. I will dedicate my waking hours to her happiness. My love, my vampire princess.

The End

EPILOGUE

Lissa

Agony blossoms through my body, sending it bowing up. Soft murmurs sweep inside my brain, but I can’t make out what they’re saying. I can’t think past all the pain. Every inch of me throbs. I try to run my nails down my skin, something to break up the splintering prickles, but find that I’m unable to move.

Fear intertwines with the pain, ramping it up until I’m unable to do anything but cry out and beg for it to stop. What’s happening to me, and why is it not stopping. Soon, the murmurs turn into words - soft edicts, demanding I calm down.

Joe

In a flash, everything comes back to me. The night spent at his mercy up to the moment where he sank himself into me, turning me from human to something wholly different. Now the pain makes sense. Deep down, I know it’s my body dying so that my soul may live forever. Or is that just his voice telling me that inside my brain, urging me to stay calm with logic?

Either way, the pain begins to leech from me, dissipating, sluicing off like waves fading back into the ocean. With each ebb, pleasure begins to replace it. Joe’s fingers, his lips, his tongue, dance over my body, soothing away the last vestiges of pain, allowing me to fully awake as a vampire by orgasming.

Though I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I’m no longer human or that I have no more reservations about what he does with my body, I come harder than I have that night. Pleasure ripples through me, and I cry out, not caring who hears.

“Welcome to eternal life, Princess,” he whispers against my ear.

For a moment, everything is still and at peace until Rory flashes through my brain. Sitting up, I wait for the room to stop spinning before looking around.

“He’s not here. It’s just me. I hope you’re not disappointed.”

I glance over at Joe, noting his devilish smirk. Good. I haven’t actually offended him. “No. It’s not that. I just….I feel bad. I came here tonight with him, and now he’s alone. No one should be alone on Valentine’s Day. Not when they had a date lined up.”

“Ahh. My sweet girl. Trust me, he’s not alone. He’s found some other person to fuck. He may not have found his forever after, but I did, and that’s all that matters.”

“So I guess that means no more blind dates for me?” My lips quirk up, and arousal pools deep within me as I watch his eyes darken at the thought.

“No. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

With a sigh, I lean against his chest, chuckling as thoughts flit through like bubbles in a champagne glass. “I know they say dating is for suckers, but you guys take it literally.”

My heart warms at the sound of his laughter. His arms enfold me, holding me close. I can certainly get used to forever in his arms.