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I do so, but things don't go as she had planned or as I had hoped for. Then a year later they meet again. (MF, nc, rp, 1st, oral, rom) *** Natasha, an eighteen year old stunningly hot blonde who already lived on her own, looked in the mirror of her bathroom as she applied her lipstick. Dark red, mysterious, but not too much. She put her large round silver earrings in and brushed her long wavy hair for the last time. She was pleased, she looked fine. No man would be able to resist her tonight. She walked out of the bathroom, took her coat off the rack, grabbed a couple of condoms and put them in her bag, checked her apartment for the last time, closed the door behind her and left for town. She had never been with a guy before, but she was determined that tonight would be the night. Her mother had kicked her out of the house at the age of fifteen. Being a single hard working woman, she had not been able to handle her daughter. As far as Natasha knew, her mother's pregnancy had been the unexpected result of a rape during her teenage years. Because of this, her mother had not been able to finish school or get a good job, and has to live in a small apartment for a minimum wage crap job. Next to that, Natasha had a serious medical problem from the day she was born, a problem that turned out to be rather costly. And by the time Natasha turned fifteen, after many bitter arguments between the two, her mother finally had enough of it and threw her daughter, in her eyes the cause of her miserable life, out of her house. Natasha had not seen her mother since, and had no desire to do so either. She had been forced to live on the street for over a year, surviving mostly on petty theft, until a priest took her in at the age of sixteen. He gave a chance for something of a normal life. She was able to finish high school and when she turned eighteen, she got a job as a waitress and got her own little apartment, where she'd been living now for about three months. She was happy now, everything was as it should be. Well, almost everything at least, what was still missing was a guy in her life. Half an hour later, Natasha was strolling along the street looking for a nice bar or club to hang out. She didn't want to go to her usual place, as that was a club that attracted mostly young people, and the guys – or boys rather – that came to that place did not interest her much. Finally she found a nice old blues café, not too crowded, not too big. On the left was a bar with some folks sitting drinking a beer, on the right were a couple of tables with more folks sitting and in the back of the place there was a pool table. The radio played some old song from the Golden Earring. She entered the place and took a seat at the bar. Several guests gazed at the eighteen year old beauty as she walked in. The bartender asked what she would like to drink. "I'll have a glass of wine please." She replied as she looked around. Natasha could easily pass for early twenties so the bartender did not ask for her ID. "Looking for someone?" the bartender asked, and put the glass on the bar. "Maybe," she answered with a smile, "I'll know it when I see him." And so about fifteen minutes went by without much happening. Natasha talked a bit with the bartender and was actually getting somewhat bored. Then she noticed a guy looking at her. He was sitting at the end of the bar. He could be in his thirties, short blond hair and somewhat muscular build. Not bad, she thought. She got off her seat and walked towards him. *** I had noticed the girl as she came into the pub. If I had to guess I would say that she was about twenty years old. She looked nice with her long blond hair, dark red lips and dark eyes that seemed to somehow have a yellowish glow to them in the faint light of the bar. I estimated her to be about five foot and six inches tall and perhaps weighing about a hundred and fifteen pounds. She had legs to kill for and nice set of not too large firm, well rounded tits, 34C cup perhaps. She was dressed in a black leather mini skirt that made her ass come out real nice. She also had a black leather jacket on with a red blouse underneath. She had big silver earrings in and several silver bracelets on her wrists. A couple of high heeled black leather boots finished this perfect picture. And now this slender beauty was coming towards me. She had a bit of a naughty smile on her face, as if she knew exactly what she wanted. "Hi, I saw you looking at me. I'm Natasha. And who might you be?" She said. "Well hello," I replied, "my name is Mark." The girl smiled: "Nice to meet you. Would you like to buy me a drink?" "Sure," I said, surprised by her boldness, "what'll ya have?" "I'll have one of those." She said as she nodded towards my beer. I waved at the bartender and asked him for two beers. The girl and I started to talk a bit. "Never seen you in here before. You new in town?" I asked her. "Nah, just never been in here before, I usually hang out at Club Le Noir. You know the place?" She asked. I knew the place, loud techno music, lots of bright laser lights and the place to hang out if you wanted to get high or pick up a horny teenager for the night, so I said: "Been there a couple of times, didn't like it much. So what brings you here?" "Well, you, for sure!" She laughed. "Nice. Hey, you play pool?" I asked her. "Sure," She replied, "wanna play?" A couple of hours went by as we talked, drank more alcohol - a bit too much actually - and played some pool. It was past midnight already, and although we had plenty of fun and we flirted openly with each other, it was about time to finish it for the night. "Hey I'm getting a bit tired. Wanna take me home? I don't like to be alone on the street at this hour of the night." She asked. "Sure, no problem. Your place or mine?" Natasha smiled and hesitated for a couple of seconds before she replied: "My place, you naughty boy." And so we left the bar and headed to her apartment, me just walking in a relaxed pace while she was frolicking about giving me hugs and kisses every now and then, happy that she'd achieved her goal. *** After a twenty minute walk we arrived at her place. We got into the hallway and took the stairs to the second floor where she lived. Then we got to that tense and exciting moment where you decide if you do the wise thing and go home, or do the nice thing and follow the girl into her apartment. Natasha stood with her back against the door, and I stood very close to her, looking at her face and considering if I should kiss her. "Hey," she began to speak, "thanks for walking me home, I really appreciate it." "No problem, it was fun." I replied. "Thing is," she continued, "I really don't wanna be alone just yet. So would you like to come in and have a drink and maybe a quick bite?" "Are you sure?" I asked her as I wondered what she meant by 'quick bite'. Maybe she was hungry. "Very sure!" She replied with a devious smile. "Okay then, no objection here." She opened the door and we went inside. Natasha had a nice, somewhat small, apartment. There was a living room with open kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom. That was it, but she didn't need more space. She didn't have a whole lot of furniture, but everything looked nice and clean and freshly painted. "Welcome to mi casa!" She said as she took off her leather jacket and threw it on the sofa. "Thanks, it looks nice. You haven't lived here for too long, have you?" I asked. "Just a couple of months now. Why? Can you tell? Wanna beer?" "Sure." I said as she handed me a bottle. I have to admit, the walk to her apartment had done me good, because things had become a bit blurry from all the alcohol in my system. Perhaps I should not have this last bottle after all, to keep my head clear. But who could refuse such a gorgeous girl... We sat down and talked some more about her and what she wanted to do with her life, and about me and what I did for a living. Then she suddenly stood up and walked towards me. "What's up?" I asked her. "Come..." Natasha said and she took my hand. This was it, she was ready. She guided me into her bedroom where she started to kiss me. I held her by her waist and kissed her back. Then she grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my head. She licked her lips with her tongue in desire as she saw all that juice meat. Soon she would get a taste of it. She so longed for it. Next I started to unbutton her blouse, but as I was doing that, she pushed me backwards which caused me to fall on her bed. Natasha landed on top of me. She embraced me and started to kiss me again, on my chest and neck. This girl liked it rough, I thought, pleased with my conquest. I finally managed to get her blouse and black silk bra off as she lay on top of me. She pressed her naked breasts against my chest. I let my hands slide along her back from her shoulder blades along her spine to her waist, and went from there to her belly and then her breasts. She moaned as I took hold of her breasts. I let my hands follow the curves of her bosom, it felt good. Her nipples were hard and swollen, I fondled them with my thumbs. Natasha kept on kissing me all over my upper chest as she sat on my crotch. Her sitting there slightly squirming her hips around was more then enough to give me a huge erection. *** After about ten minutes of kissing and hugging I had enough of it and wanted more. I was about to ask her if she could finally start with giving me a blowjob when I suddenly sensed a strange wet feeling on my shoulder, where Natasha was kissing me. It felt sore. Was she giving me a hickey or something? I couldn't really tell, the damned alcohol had numbed by senses. My brain seemed to work in slow motion. Then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed what she was doing. She wasn't kissing me, she was biting me! And it was bleeding. And worse, it looked as if she was licking up the blood. And she seemed to enjoy it too. "What the hell!?!" I yelled. I grabbed her by the waist and threw her off me. She landed on the floor next to the bed. This surprised her in a bad way. "What did you do that for?" She asked with a trembling voice, completely startled and shocked from my sudden aggressive assault. "What did I do that for?!? WHAT DID I DO THAT FOR?!?" I yelled at her in anger, whilst grabbing my right shoulder with my left hand, "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?! What the fuck were you biting me for, you BITCH!?! Look at me! I'm fucking bleeding! And you were drinking it! What is wrong with you? Are you fucking insane or something?" Natasha gazed at me, eyes wide from fear. She had not expected such a violent and negative reaction from me. For her, biting me and drinking my blood had been an expression of ultimate passion. The most erotic thing she could think of to do, and she naturally thought that it would be the same for me. It never dawned to her that others might not experience it that way. I stared at the girl as she sat there on the floor next to the bed, her upper body still undressed, but now holding her left arm before her breasts to cover them, while she leaned on her other arm. Her whole body was shivering. She was probably afraid that I was going to beat her up or something, being as mad as I was. "Please..." she whispered, "I didn't mean to upset you... I just wanted to make love to you..." "Love...?" I said as I held my painful shoulder, blood was pouring out of it, "You just wanted to make love to me? This is how you make love? You bite me until I'm bleeding and then you drink the blood? What if I had not seen you doing it? Would you have bled me dry, huh? Your 'love' could have killed me!" I looked at the girl in disbelief. She trembled all over and her mouth was open. She was hyperventilating. I could tell she was scared to death by my reaction. Some of my blood dripped down from the corner of her mouth, which, I had to admit, looked kinda sexy on her, in a freaky kinda way. Then I noticed it. Where normal people have their ordinary canine teeth in their upper jaw, she had fangs. I couldn't tell if they were false or not. They were a good inch long and they seemed razor sharp. In her lower jaw she had fangs as well, though a good deal shorter as the ones in the upper jaw. How come I had not seen those before in the bar? "What the fuck are you..." I spoke in a soft but bitter tone as I got back on my feet. "I-I'm a vampire..." Natasha whispered in return with some hesitation. Her voice trembled. "You're a what???" I looked at her. Was she for real? A vampire? I started to laugh. Natasha gazed at me again with her big yellowish eyes as she slowly got up, still in shock. She couldn't believe that this was happening. Moments ago we were making love and everything was fine, and now she feared for her safety. She had obviously done the wrong thing by biting me, she knew that now, and now her lover was pissed off at her. "What are you laughing about?" She asked, confused. My answer was what she'd expected the least. I took a swing with my right arm and my fist hit her right in the face. She went down. A bruise appeared on her cheek. "Ooowwwww..." She whined while holding her right hand to her painful face, "Please don't hurt me!" "A vampire?" I repeated, "A VAMPIRE?!? Do you think I'm some kind of idiot or something? There's no such thing as vampires!" "Yes there is," she cried, "I'm one..." "Quit lying, you little bitch! It's not funny." I told her. "I'm not lying!" "Someone must have really screwed you in your head if you believe that, you dumb fuck!" I responded to her, then I threw myself on top of her. She had seduced me into coming home with her with the promise of sex, and despite of her turning out to be a total freak, she was still damn hot. And she still owed me a fuck. "Aahhh, what are you doing?! Get off me!" She screamed as I turned her on her belly and grabbed her arms in a stranglehold with my left arm, while pulling her waist off the floor with my other arm in the process. "I'm gonna make you pay for biting me, you bitch!" "No! Please don't kill me!" Natasha screamed as she struggled to break free. "Kill you? I'm not gonna kill you. You still owe me a fuck, and it's time to pay up. But first tell me something, you lying little slut. If you're a vampire then why don't you just simply throw my off you or change into a bat or something to escape? Ain't you bloodsucking freaks supposed to be way stronger as us simple humans and ain't you supposed to be able to change shape at will?" "I can't do those things! Please don't do this to me..." Natasha cried in fear as she felt me pushing her skirt up and grabbing her thong. "No, I know you can't do those things." I snapped at her, "You know why? Because you're not a vampire!" And with those words I yanked off her thong, exposing her blonde pussy. She had a nicely trimmed stripe of pubic hair. Then I pushed her legs apart with my knee, opening her up for me. She felt the head of my dick against the entrance of her vagina and knew that there was no escaping it. She was going to be raped. "Oh my god no..." she whined, "Please... don't!" But her words didn't help a bit. With one hard push I thrust into her and felt her hymen rip apart. Hmmm, she had still been a virgin till now, go figure that. I pushed again and this time I hit her cervix. She tried to kick me off her with her legs and screamed from pain and shock from this sudden invasion of her most private parts. I quickly put my hand over her mouth and grunted at her to keep it down. Then I quickly removed my hand from her mouth again, as I remembered those nasty fangs of her. I started thrusting in and out of her. She was a bit dry at first, but her flesh got stimulated soon enough and she started to get wet. She kept quiet now, except for the occasional moan and a sob while tears ran down her cheeks. She had given up fighting and went through the rest of her ordeal acquiescently. However as I worked her from behind, she felt her flesh starting to tingle from excitement. This couldn't be happening, she hated what I did to her, but her body liked it? Her own body was betraying her in the worst possible way? What a nightmare this night had turned into! After about twenty minutes she felt the lower half of my body getting tense. I was about to come in her. At the same time I felt her body tense up as well. Cool, she was about to have an orgasm. Then a loud moan as she came. I felt her cum enter the shaft of her vagina, flowing past my dick. Then I came and ejected my semen into her lower abdomen, hitting her cervix and then through the narrow entrance into her womb. I stayed in Natasha for another couple of minutes, holding her tight while catching my breath. Then I pulled out of her, got up and walked towards the bathroom. There I wiped myself clean and took a look at my shoulder. It had stopped bleeding but still looked like a nasty wound. Her fangs had penetrated deep in my flesh. I had better go and see a doctor about that. As I walked back into the bedroom I took a look at the girl who was still lying on the ground, half naked, sobbing, defeated and humiliated. She couldn't bare to look at me. I took my shirt and got dressed. As I left the bedroom I told Natasha: "Better remember this, you little bitch, next time you're thinking about pulling a stunt like this. Your next victim might just kill you for biting him like that." Then I left the apartment, leaving the girl alone to deal with her mess. *** The next day, late afternoon. Natasha slowly opened her eyes. Her entire body was aching from the ordeal she had gone through the night before. For hours she had laid the on the floor next to her bed, crying from pain and fear and the shock of having been raped. Then she had finally managed to get herself together. She'd crawled back on her feet and stumbled towards her bathroom. She'd stayed in the shower for at least an hour, just letting the flow of warm water ease her pain a bit. Then she had crawled into bed, crying herself to sleep. Natasha got out of bed, put on her bathrobe and walked into the living room. She felt weak, she needed blood, so she walked to her fridge and got a bag of the red lifesaving fluid. She ripped it open and gulped it down, all in one go. Thank god she had an understanding doctor. Without him, and the blood he supplied her with, she would have perished long ago. After she had wiped off her mouth she went to sit on the couch and turned on the TV. There was nothing much on. That gave her mind time to think and she began to relive the whole experience. Tears started getting back in her eyes. No! She had to be strong, she had cried enough already. Why had that young man reacted the way he had done? Why had he assaulted her so brutally? She could not understand it, as she had wanted to do this for so long already. Drink her blood directly from a person, instead of from those bags that she got from the blood bank at doctor's prescription. How could he not have liked it? Natasha had certainly liked it, it had been the most exciting feeling for her she had ever experienced. But apparently for him had not been the case. And he had made her pay for it. Badly. She didn't know what to do now. She was raped, but she could not go to the police. If she did, then the whole biting incident would become known and that would definitely turn against her, sooner or later. She should be going to the hospital. After all, the guy had raped her without use of any kind of protection, and she had not been on birth control, so chances were real that she would become pregnant now. But if she went to the hospital they would see the bruise underneath her left eye, where he had hit her, and then they would assume that she was rape victim and inform the police, which then would lead back to her biting that man. Maybe she should just suck it all up and deal with the consequences by herself, but there was no way she could do that, she needed help. Then she thought about Father Thomas who had taken her into his home a couple of years ago when she was living on the street. He knew what she was, and he had always warned her about this moment. Maybe he knew what to do now. Yeah, that's it, she would give him a call. He would know what to do. At least she had two days to recover before she had to go back to work. Work... How on earth was she going to explain the bruise underneath her eye there? Maybe she should just tell what had really happened, her boss would understand, she had always been very supportive of Natasha. So many choices, so many thoughts, so much pain... *** I did not see Natasha again until about a year later as I came across her in the local 7-11. Yes that's right, a vampire in a supermarket of all places. She was actually getting groceries. I stared at her for a while, she was still looking as gorgeous as a year ago, though she dressed a bit more conservative. Then she noticed me. "Well, well, well... Look who we have here." I said, "If it isn't our little wannabe bloodsucker. What are you doing in here, girl, shouldn't you be out looking for someone to bite?" She stared at me with her big yellowish eyes, just like she'd done that night. And all the fear and bad memories from that nightmare came back to her at once. She was about to start crying but managed to hold her own. Natasha took a deep breath and said: "I've quit doing that. You thought me a good lesson." "No more thirst for blood then? Done playing the vampire?" I replied with a smirk. "I wasn't playing," she said somewhat annoyed now, "I've simply quit trying to get my blood directly from people. You were my first and my last. I never want to go through that again." "Then what do you do now to get fixed?" I asked, wondering how she could keep up this game like she did. "Same as I've always done before that awful night. I get the blood from my doctor." She said, clearly irritated now, "Look, I have to finish my groceries, but we do have to talk. Maybe we can get together when I'm done here? Perhaps in the Irish Coffee Corner across the street?" "Fine." I said, not sure what she wanted to talk to me about, "I'll wait there for you." As I walked away from her I took a look at her shopping cart, wondering what on earth a vampire could have need for. Besides the normal stuff there were diapers and baby formula. Then I suddenly noticed the little head of a baby that she had in a carry-bag on her back. The kid seemed a couple of months old, so the right age. I swallowed, this couldn't be true, was that my child? *** As I sat there in the coffee shop with a glass of cola in front of me, thoughts ran through my mind. Natasha had a child, a couple of months old, I had been her first, and we had not used a condom, and her still being a virgin back then she probably wasn't on the pill. So the child had to be mine. This changed suddenly everything. If she had my baby, then I had to become involved again in her life somehow, if only to support her raising our kid. If she would let me, that is. After about ten minutes Natasha joined me at the table, placing her bag of groceries next to her on the floor and taking her baby off her back and into her arms. "Can I have a cup of coffee and a piece of that apple pie?" She asked the lady who stood behind the counter as she pointed at me, "He's paying for it." "You don't mind, do you? I'm a bit short on cash at the moment. And besides, you owe me." She said to me. "Is okay." I replied, then I nodded to the child, "That baby... Is it...?" "Yes I have you to thank for that." she snapped at me, "One of the reasons I wanted to talk to you." The lady came with her coffee and apple pie and placed it on the table. She looked at the baby. "That's a nice baby." she smiled, "You two must be very proud parents." "You have no idea." Natasha replied and then handed the lady a bottle of milk, "Could you put this in the microwave please? About thirty seconds on the lowest level." "Sure can do, dear." The lady said as she took the bottle and walked away. Then Natasha turned her attention to me again as she took a bite out of her apple pie. "You've hurt me real bad that night, you know that? I still have bad dreams about it." She said. "What you did to me wasn't all that fun either. I had to go through a whole series of rabies shots because of you. Do you have any idea how painful those shots are?" I said. "Rabies shots?" Natasha asked, surprised, "Why? I don't have rabies, I'm not a dog!" "I know that, you know that, but I couldn't possibly tell the doctor at the hospital that I was bitten by a girl with fangs now, could I? So instead I told him I was bitten by a big dog." Natasha laughed. "Serves you right for raping me," she sneered at me, just as the lady came back with the warm bottle of milk. She gave the bottle to Natasha and looked at me with condemning eyes. She had overheard the rape comment. Then she left again. These two had obviously a lot to discuss and it would be best not to bother them. "Could you keep it down a little? We're not alone in here." I asked her as I looked at her. She had her hair in a ponytail and only very little make up on her face. She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a white turtleneck sweater and a gray windbreaker. On her feet she has a pair of white sneakers. And she still looked stunning. "Okay..." She replied, "Quit staring at me." "Sorry. Are you able to cope on your own?" I asked her concerned, "I mean taking care of our child by yourself, if I remember well you didn't have the best paying job in the world." "My child, not yours." She said as she looked me in my eyes, "The fact that you helped to create her does not make her yours. And yes, I can cope. My boss helps me out sometimes, as she felt really sorry for me." "What's her name?" I asked. "Huh, my boss? What do you care?" "No, the baby, what's her name?" "Oh... Denise." Natasha said, as she slowly started to melt a bit, sensing that I was really concerned and interested in her child and her own well being. "That's a nice name." I said. "Look Natasha," I began to speak, "I am very sorry for how that night went down, it was not at all what I had hoped it would be like. But you have to admit, you seducing a guy to come home with you, and then starting to bite him and drink his blood while pretending to have sex, and then excusing yourself by saying you're a vampire, it is a bit weird. Way beyond weird, don't you think so?" "Yeah, I guess so..." She mumbled, knowing that I was right. Then I continued: "I'm sorry I hit you, and I'm sorry I raped you. You have to believe that I didn't mean to do so. I was just so angry for what you had done, that I lost control. Doesn't make right what happened, I know, but that's the way it is." "Well... I guess I was wrong too. I should have asked you first if you were okay with me biting you. It just never occurred to me that you might take offense to it." Natasha said. She took our baby in her arms and started feeding her. "It suits you." I said, trying to make her a compliment. "What?" She wondered. "You holding our baby in your arms like that." I said. To which Natasha said: "As I said before, it's my baby, not yours. But thanks for the compliment." "You find it difficult to take care of her? I'm willing to help you, if you want to." I asked. "No thanks." Natasha replied, "Sometimes it's difficult. She is a constant reminder of our night together. But I do my best to give her all the love and attention she deserves. I'm not gonna blame her for what her father did to me. I'm not gonna make the same mistake my mother made with me." "How do you mean?" I wondered. Natasha sighed as she looked at me. "Funny," she said, "how history seems to be repeating itself." "I don't understand..." "When my mum was my age, she was raped and had me as a result of that. Now I am having the same thing happening to me. Odd..." So she was the result of a rape, no wonder she was so messed up in the head with that whole vampire thing. Must be loads of repressed emotions inside her waiting to get out. "Would you like another coffee?" I asked. "Yeah, okay." I got up and walked to the counter, a bit later I got back with another coffee and cola and sat back down. "Here you go," I said as I gave her the coffee. "Thanks." she replied, as she was still feeding our baby. "She seems to like it." I said as I nodded as the child. "Yeah she does, but when I get back home I have to give her something extra, which I can't give her here." "Such as what?" I asked, interested what else a three month old baby could need. "Blood," Natasha replied, "Denise has the same disease as I. She needs blood to survive." "You mean the vampire thing?" I asked shocked, she was actually getting our child involved in that game... "How much longer are you gonna keep up that little game?" I asked. "It's no game!" she replied, annoyed, "If you can bare to listen for a moment, then I'll explain." "Okay," I said. This had better be good. *** Natasha started to explain. She told me how her mother had been bitten by a vampire, a real one, when she was about eighteen years old. Around the same time as she was raped. Natasha wasn't sure if it was the vampire who had raped her, or that it were two separate incidents, but either way the vampire had sensed that her mother was pregnant, and therefore he had let her live. After Natasha was born, it became clear why. While in her mother's womb, she had been infected with vampire virus, or gen, or whatever it was that caused it, and because of that she had been born a half-breed. Natasha was half human, half vampire. She wasn't blessed with all those classic vampire traits like not being able to be out in the sun, not being able to handle garlic, crosses, holy water, and all those things of which she actually wondered if that wasn't just made up by Hollywood. The only things she was blessed with, were razor sharp fangs, red eyes and a need for blood. She could eat normal food, but also needed about a liter of blood a day otherwise she would grow weak, become ill and possibly die. It was first discovered, so said Natasha, that she was a vampire, when she was still a baby. She had bitten her mother's nipple during breast-feeding and was sucking the blood instead of the milk (the reason why Natasha wouldn't breast-feed Denise). From that moment on her doctor would provide her with the blood she needed, from the blood bank, with as an excuse that Natasha had some very rare blood disease and needed regular transfusions to stay alive. She then told me how her childhood had been, and her relationship with her mother. How she was kicked out of the house at age fifteen. How she lived on the street for a year and how the priest became her guardian. And she told me how from that moment on her life got back in order. She finished school, got a job, went to live on her own. Until she met me. And the rest I already knew. *** I had listened to her story without interrupting. She had been through a lot, but I understood better now, where she came from. Pretty messed up life she had lived so far. "Thanks, that clarifies a lot. So a half-vampire huh? Well it explains the eyes an fangs." I said, "Does that mean that when you die, you will turn into the real deal?" "I have no idea." She replied, "Just because I am one does not mean that I am an expert on the subject. I don't even know how much of the folklore is true and how much made up." "Damn. I have to go to the restroom." Natasha suddenly said, while looking at her baby. "That's okay, I'll wait here. Want me to hold Denise for you till you get back?" "Ehhh..." She hesitated, she would rather not give her child to me. "I don't mind, really." I said. "Okay then, just be careful with her, please." Natasha muttered. Then she got up. As she walked towards the toilet she nodded to the lady behind the counter to keep an eye out on me. The woman nodded back. When Natasha came back from the restroom a couple of minutes later, she saw that her worries had been for nothing. I was still sitting there, carefully playing with her baby. Then a thought crept into her mind, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing after all to include me into her daughter's life. Too many kids grew up these days without their father because of some reason, and here was a man who was the father of her child, and who was willing to help out. I looked at her as she came back, she couldn't help but smile at me. "I have to go home now," she said, as she took Denise back from me. "Okay," I said. "Want me to walk you home?" "I... I dunno... If you want to, I guess," she stumbled. "I would very much like to," I said. "I guess it's okay then." She hesitated. So I went to the counter and paid for the drinks, while Natasha strapped the carry-bag on her back, with Denise in it. Then we walked out of the coffee shop. "Here, let me take that, you already have enough to carry around." I said as I took the bag with groceries from Natasha. We started to make our way to her apartment. "You don't have a buggy?" I asked. "Can't afford one," she replied. "And this is easier anyway, now I have both hands free." "Natasha," I began, "I meant it when I said that I want to help out. I want to support you raising Denise. I'm responsible for you having her, so I should be there for you now." "I'm... Not sure I want that." She stumbled, she wanted to say yes, but couldn't, not yet. "Look, if you need money, just say so, or if you need me to watch Denise every now and then, I'd really like that. Because like it or not, she is my daughter and I want to be part of her life. I want her to know she has a father who is there for her." Natasha gazed at me. Damn it, she thought, why does he have to make this so difficult? She then thought about her own childhood, how she had never known who her father was, and how she had always felt it as something missing from her life. She did not want to put Denise through that. "We'll see," she said, "I'm not saying yes yet, but maybe we can work something out. A visit once a week or so and then slowly start to build it out from there. Just don't expect us to become friends overnight." "sounds like a good start to me," I replied. We had arrived at her apartment. "Guess I'll be going now," I said as I handed her the groceries. "Yeah..." Natasha replied, hesitant. "You need some money? You said you were a bit short." I asked. "That's okay, I still have some." "Okay. Well, here's my phone number, just in case you need something, anything at all. Don't be afraid to use it now. Bye then." I said and walked away. Natasha gazed at me as I walked away. "Mark?" She said, uncertain if she should do this. I turned my head and said, "Yes?" "Wanna stay for dinner?" Natasha finally asked. I started to smile. "Sure!" And walked back to her. *** It was early in the evening. Natasha had just put Denise to bed. I sat on the couch and she came to sit next to me. She had to bottle's of beer in her hand. She gave me one. "Thanks," I said as I took a nip from the bottle, "and thanks for dinner. It was very tasty." "Glad you liked it," she replied. "I'm not much of a cook I'm afraid." "Well I think you are just fine! Denise asleep now?" "Yes, finally," Natasha said. "Sorry about that. I guess she just cries a lot when she wants her blood." "That's okay, that's what babies do." I said to her with a bit of an uneasy smile. I'd been watching Natasha as she was feeding Denise a bottle of blood. It had looked weird, unnatural, and even made me feel a bit nauseous. But the baby seemed to enjoy it. And it was something I had better get used to if I were to become a part of this little family of vampire half-breeds. As we talked some more about little stuff, Natasha suddenly fixed her eyes on mine and gazed at me with the most intense look. "What's up?" I wondered. She said nothing, but with one sudden move, she found herself on my lap, with her knees pressing into my hips. She placed her forearms around my neck in a warm embrace. "Do you trust me?" She asked with a soft voice, while continuing to stare at me. "Ehhh... I guess so. Why?" I felt a bit uneasy now. That still was a bloodsucking vampire that had me pinned down on the couch. Not that I could not handle her if necessary. I'd done so before. Natasha bit her lip, trying to gather her courage, and then she whispered: "I want to bite you..." "Uhm, yeah... I don't think so, Natasha. Let us not go there again, okay?" I said, while I grabbed the young vampire by her waist ready to throw her off me, which she noticed. It was almost a repetition of a year ago, except that this time she'd asked me first. A little bit panicked now, Natasha pleaded to me as she looked at me with her big yellowish eyes: "Wait! Please... You would make me such a happy little girl if you would allow me to feed of you... I promise it won't hurt. You won't get any diseases from it and you won't be turned into a vampire. "And I'll only take a little bit of your blood. Trust me, you'll enjoy it. I know I did the last time I fed on you. It was the most sensational and intense feeling I've ever experienced. Way better then sex! Please let me do this for you... Please." Wow, I thought, she must really want this. Maybe it couldn't hurt to let her do this, in order to become friends, and get involved in the life of my daughter. "Just a little bit?" I asked her. "Promise." She smiled. "well, guess it's okay then. But if I don't like it, you will get off me. And if you drink to much, I'll throw you off." I said. Natasha said nothing but took hold of my T-shirt. She pulled it off over my head. Next she brought her face to my right upper chest. She opened her mouth and very gently let her fangs sink into the flesh. "Aaahhhrgh," I moaned. It hurt alright. It felt as if two thick needles were inserted into my body, both at the same time. But then after a while, the pain disappeared. She had pulled her fangs out and started licking, sucking up the blood that was flowing from the wound. Having her tongue and her lips doing their thing against the skin of my chest did indeed feel nice. A bit weird, but nice. I held her head with my right hand while she had placed her hands on my shoulders. She seemed to be in a trance-like state, not realizing the world around her existed as she sucked my blood. This went on for another fifteen minutes or so, her quietly drinking my blood, taking just little nips of it. At one time she would look up at me and whisper: "I am so hot right now..." And I could not help but to become aroused by the sight of this girl, this beautiful young vampire, sitting on my lap squirming about. I felt my dick harden in my pants. I could not help but to admit, her laying her with her face on my chest, the sucking motion, it did indeed have something erotic over it, no matter how freaky it may have seemed. Then suddenly I felt her entire body tense up and spasm. "UUUHHHHNNNHHH..." Natasha loudly moaned. It took her a couple of seconds to catch her breath, her head resting on my chest, and then looked up to me. She was sweaty and she had a dazed look in her eyes. Dazed but utterly fulfilled that is. There was a bit of my blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. I wiped it off with my thumb, which she then quickly took in her mouth to suck the blood off. "Thank you... for letting me do that..." she whispered softly, "that... was... wonderful..." I just stared at her and said nothing. The look in her eyes said enough, this had indeed been like sex for her. And it was I who should be thanking her, as the girl just had a huge orgasm while sitting on my lap. She licked her lips clean with her tongue. Then she kissed me on my mouth. I could still taste my blood in there. Next we just sat there for a while on the couch, saying nothing. Natasha rested her head on my chest while holding her hands on my shoulders, and me holding her by the waist. Then after a while, I moved my hands up along her sides towards her breasts, taking her sweater with me as my hands went up. She raised her hands and I pulled the sweater off. I unhooked her black lace bra and took it off as well. She was now sitting on my lap with her upper body fully exposed. I took hold of her breasts and caressed them for a while, stroking her swollen nipples while gently squeezing the soft mass of her bosom. They seemed larger then a year ago, probably hormones from having our baby. I kissed her on the chest between her breasts and then moved up to her neck. In the meantime my hands moved to her waist and started to unbuckle her belt and undo her jeans. With one hand holding her back and the other her butt, I lifted her up and laid her on her back on the couch, with me hanging over her while I stood on my knees in front of the couch. Then I pulled off her jeans, quickly followed by her black lace panties. She still had her blond stripe down at her crotch. Now she was fully naked underneath me. She just let me do whatever I wanted to do, enjoying the soft caresses and kisses, while being in a state of extacy. I quickly pulled off my pants and briefs - we were both naked now - and started playing with her pussy, letting my fingers run through her pubic hair, and fondling her labia and clit. She moaned softly as she got even more wet then she already was from that orgasm she had. Then I pushed her legs apart. I was ready to enter her. One last moment of consideration as I pressed the head of my dick against the entrance of her vagina. We didn't have a condom, so I asked: "You are on birth control this time, right?" Natasha giggled and answered: "Yes, don't worry." Then I pushed my dick into her vagina. It slid rather easy in, partly because she was wet, and partly because there were no obstructions anymore like there had been the previous time. And for the second time in her life, Natasha was taken by a man. The same man who had taken - and impregnated - her the first time. She bit her lip and softly moaned as I filled her up. Then I slowly pulled out of her, only to repeat the process over and over again. The whole thing happened in a lot more relaxed pace then the first time I had her. After about twenty minutes both our bodies tensed up and we came, almost simultaneously. Natasha cried out from pleasure as she felt her cum flowing freely from her body, and my semen shooting into her womb. When we were done, our bodies relaxed, and she embraced me and started to kiss me. I held her by the shoulders, kissed her back and stayed in her for as long as I could. We looked each other in the eyes, completely satisfied. It had been a good evening. "I love you." Natasha said. "Love you too," I replied, then I lifted her off the couch and carried her to bed. *** The next day we woke up, entangled in each others embrace, and we made love once more. After that, in the weeks that followed, we started to hang out with each other. Natasha accepted my wish to be the father to our child and I let her feed of me regularly, if only for the sexual pleasure we got from it. She never took enough of my blood to do me harm. And after only two months Natasha and our baby daughter Denise moved in with me. And we lived happily ever after. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 66