Page 39 of Little Fangs

“You are the only vampire in my life I ever want to be bitten by,” he said. “I can even try and walk you through it.” Daddy brushed his nose against mine.

I nodded. Of course I wanted to feed on him, of course I wanted to taste more of the blood I’d only been teased by. Each taste was different, like red wine. Sometimes it was sweet, other times it was like drinking perfume.

Daddy guided me through the moment, taking a hand, cupping the side of my cheek and chin, and pressing it to his shoulder, positioning me just right where I should’ve been biting. To his benefit, his muscles were big, sticking out so I didn’t have to apply too much pressure on my teeth or feel like I was properly biting into his flesh.

“It’s not going to hurt,” he whispered as I wrapped my mouth around the area, then without thinking, I bit down, my fangs going in, but not before my teeth were pressing so hard I thought they might force me to pull away an entire chunk of his skin.

And as I bit him, his dick at the entrance of my hole pushed inside, filling my body with tingles as my mouth was filled with blood. On my back, the downpour came quick, fast, and I gulped every moment the blood filled my cheeks.

“Good boy, drink up,” he said through a moan, and I clamped down on him, just as his dick thrust itself inside my hole—pre-lubed by his tongue and precum, he stretched me, and every throb of his dick matched the pulse pounding on my tongue.

I licked at the wounds, all the way around where I’d bitten and healed him up. The euphoria of feeding from a body that wasn’t already pre-bitten fueled me into a supernatural force. I took over, and flipped us over in bed while his dick was still deep inside me. I ground my hips down in nice, circular motions, quick, small bounces, knowing how good it must’ve felt on his dick, like it was being jerked several times his normal hand speed.

“Is that good?” I asked, wiping an arm across my mouth, seeing all the blood left on me, and then glancing to the red patch on the bed where we’d just been. “Are you okay?” The wound on his neck was healed, but marks remained, little silver lines from my front teeth, and dots from my fangs—I’d really bitten into him with force.

He smiled at me, nodding, with the motion of my body riding him. Both hands were resting on my hips, as if he was keeping me in place, trying to make sure I didn’t jump right off him. I would never, the sensation of him inside me was heaven. I almost wanted our atoms to combine and for him to stay inside me like this forever, become one entity of constant pleasure.

I didn’t know if it was shared euphoria in that moment, but I was ecstatic from consuming him. Sweet, fruity, his blood was humming through me, warming me to the point I thought I could explode.

Then Daddy took control again, sitting upright, wrapping an arm around me, then forcing me onto my back while he fucked me. We kept eye contact the entire time, and I tried to hold on, tried to control myself, tried to keep myself from letting all this built-up excitement out.

But I couldn’t.

And the glue I’d wanted to keep our bodies together with came out in thick ropes from my dick, spreading itself between our bodies, warm against my belly and his as they pressed together. Daddy kissed me now at my neck, where I’d bitten him. He kissed, it tickled, and I thought I might come again, but it was him.

Where his dick was buried in me, he filled me up with cum. My internal body temperature rose from it. His seed, filling me up from the other end after he’d already fed me in my mouth.

We stayed connected, chest to chest, his dick in my ass, and my dick now soft, squished where he lay after his final pounding inside me. His head over my shoulder, and mine just at where I’d fed.

“You’re right,” I whispered and licked at the remnants of blood on his shoulder. “I want to stay here, with you, forever.” A giggle came out from the depths of my chest. “I mean, just because we live here, it doesn’t mean we can’t take a vacation.”

He lifted his head, and slowly, his dick came out of me. “So, we’re boyfriends now,” he said, then kissed my nose. “It makes me sound young.”

“Why?” I asked, wiggling a little under him. “What would you call it?”

“I mean, I’d probably call you my partner,” he said.

The biggest giggle came out of me, forcing Daddy to roll off me. “That’s what cowboys call each other,” I said.

His head lay, staring in my direction with the biggest smile. “I do have a Stetson in a box somewhere,” he said. “Kinda like what some park rangers wear. But if you don’t want to be cowboy partners, then I like boyfriend too.”

I sat up and bounced on top of him, sitting myself on his belly, and continuing to hold his seed in me. “I’ll be whatever you want to call me.”

“Baby,” he whispered, reaching up to my face.

My hands were already pushing through the moisture of his hairy chest. “I’ll take baby.” I gave him my best pout and big eyes. “What else?”

“Mine,” he said.

“Mine,” I whispered back, staring at him. He pulled my hands into his and forced me to hold them while we stared at each other, and both of us must’ve been grinning like fools. It was never ending. And I was never complaining about that. I’d dreamed about having a moment like this for the longest time, and now I had it, I wasn’t letting go.

14. HARLAN

It had been a little over a week since the events at the old manor happened. Muriel had stayed with us during those days, trying in many ways to become a familiar to Micah, although he’d told her multiple times she needed to go and live her life. I suppose it was hard to leave something behind when it was a life you’d lived for so long.

And then, as this morning arrived, I stepped out of the bedroom, wrapped up nice and warm in my dressing gown, dressed in pajama pants and a vest top. The cabin was quiet. I walked around a little, before finding the note on the fridge door.

Dear Micah and Harlan,