The Hunger
©Copyright 2017 by wantsomefun
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - A multi-hundred year old pseudo-vampire/succubus that survives on "pleasure juice" seeks a new mate after his dies at the hands of mortal enemies. "She" must be a virgin. He finds such a girl in Europe, and they enjoy a honeymoon of sorts. She learns much abou him while truly shedding all remnants of her virginity, feeding on men as he feeds on women, their sexual juices. In the end? Read and see.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Paranormal Group Sex Anal Sex First Oral Sex
“Of course. I could see in your eyes that you already had far more raw talent than most mortal women. When you had your first orgasm, the fire in your eyes looked very much like The Hunger. You’ve been controlling people all your life with your eyes, haven’t you?”
“I suppose I have. Do you think I will be able to find someone to feed from tonight?”
“My poor, sweet, innocent newborn,” I murmured as I kissed her, my small thrusts into her soaked sheath adding to our mutual pleasure. “Do you really think it will be difficult to find a man who would like to receive oral pleasure from an anonymous, pretty girl?”
“May I practice on you, John?”
“Of course. I will always be available to you, as you will to me.”
“May I feed from you now?” she asked.
“If you feed from another first, you will fulfill your new destiny as a member of the clan of Us. We will hunt together, nourish each other, take pleasure from each other, but you will never have a life-mate.”
“Why?” she asked.
“The teachings of The One Who Sees All require that only males choose life-mates. New females in the clan become life-mates by taking their first feeding from the one who took their virginity. This feeding must be done immediately after they have been de-flowered. The female must drink not only her life-mate’s seed, but also her own virgin blood. This is why I have remained inside you from the first, so that, if we chose, you could do that. I would be blessed to have you as my life-mate.”
“May I still feed from others?” she asked.
“You may, as I will also feed from whomever I choose. We will be partnered for eternity, but we will have what some modern people term an ‘open marriage.’ In fact, to symbolize this, I choose to give you this name to be called by mortals: Azelia.”
“That is a beautiful name. What does it mean?”
“It is a Hebrew name, probably based on the early Greek word ‘azelos, which means ‘not jealous.’”
“Azelia. Yes, I like it. I want to be your life-mate, John. I want to clean your cock of my virgin blood and drink your essence. Please feed me.”
The Hunger burned fiercely in her eyes as she finally separated herself from me. She moved to kneel at the altar of my groin and stared for a moment at my hard, wet, blood-tinged penis. Her tongue snaked out from between her lips to graze the head. A mortal would not have noticed, but my ears detected the sound of The Hunger in her gut.
Again, she tasted me. As her belly growled, she smiled at me. “That’s The Hunger talking, isn’t it?” she asked.
“It is, my sweet Azelia.”
“No mortal would hear that, would they? It would be a little embarrassing,” she said.
“It is a sound beyond the capabilities of mortals to detect. You will find all your senses more powerful than they were a few minutes ago. All of Us would hear the sound you make. We consider it a compliment.”