The Hunger
©Copyright 2017 by wantsomefun
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
“That’s hard to explain. I am Us. You are Us, now and forever more. It would be good for you to meet other members of the clan soon. Now that I’m here, I’d like to re-establish friendships with a number of Us and introduce them to my new life-mate,” I answered.
“What are these people like?” Azelia asked, rolling on her back, giving me a wondrous display of her sumptuous breasts.
“Not much different from mortals. We have to re-invent ourselves every once in a while, change with our environment. It’s essential when you’ve been around as long as I have. Don’t you think I would have trouble blending in as a lute player at the court of a medieval duke?”
“How old are you, John?”
“I was born on the day Joan of Arc burned,” I answered.
“I didn’t pay attention in history class,” Azelia said. “When was that?”
“The thirtieth of May, 1431.”
“Oh my God, so you’re, let’s see, almost six hundred years old!”
“My dear child, I’ll have you know that it will be a number of years before I begin my seventh century,” I admonished her.
“I always thought I’d like to be with an older man for my first time, but I wasn’t thinking of someone over five hundred years older than me!” she giggled.
“You said last night you’re twenty-two, didn’t you?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“That’s how old I was when I was ‘made’ into one of Us. I took my first life-mate two years later, so my physical aging stopped at that time. When Alexandra was killed, I began to age again. How old do you think I look?”
Azelia turned and propped herself on her elbow to study me. “When you first came into the club last night, I thought you were about twenty-five. Looking at you when I waited on you, I thought you might be a year or so older than that, but there was something in your eyes,...” she said.
“You knew! You knew about the importance of the eyes. Tell me what you saw in mine.”
“You looked like an old soul. Full of mystery, secrets, and passion. I was drawn to that. And then your eyes got, ... I don’t know, ... more intense. I felt like I was losing my will or something. I wanted you. I was aroused by you, and there was nothing I could do about it.”
“That’s what we do. Maybe you’ve heard stories about vampires ‘glamorizing’ their victims, mesmerizing them, taking away their free will. They do it so they can kill. We do it so we can drink the sexual essence of a new partner. You’ll learn to do this. From what I saw in your eyes last night as I was feeding from you, it will be easy for you to learn to bewitch your way into someone’s pants.”