Big Tittie Police Girl...
Copyright© 2026 by Dark Apostle
Chapter 1
Fan Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - After accidentally injuring a vampire, eighteen-year-old James finds himself hunted through the streets of London. Cornered in an abandoned warehouse, out of ammunition and facing certain death, James does the unthinkable: he compliments his pursuer's enormous titties. What follows is an outrageous, darkly humorous encounter involving an inexperienced young man, a dangerously beautiful vampire, and a rather unexpected offer to become her familiar. Not edited.
Caution: This Fan Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Horror Post Apocalypse Vampires Masturbation
James stumbled into an abandoned warehouse, puffing and panting as he slammed the door behind him. Being hunted by a vampire was definitely not his idea of fun, especially when the fucking thing seemed determined to make a meal out of him.
It had started twenty minutes earlier, when he’d managed to catch one completely by surprise. He’d got off a shot, actually managing to injure the bitch, before she’d turned around and launched herself at him with terrifying speed. Since then it had been a game of cat and mouse, and James was painfully aware that he was most definitely the mouse. He’d initially believed that putting a bullet into her would slow her down, but vampires were considerably tougher than he’d anticipated, and the injury appeared to have done little more than piss her off.
Now, crouching behind several wooden crates, he struggled to get his breathing under control. His legs ached, his lungs burned, and he was rapidly running out of options. Somewhere outside, something scraped against the warehouse wall, and he tightened his grip on his weapon, suddenly realising that he was in far greater danger than he’d ever imagined.
A clang rang out from the roof, followed by the unmistakable sound of something smashing as she forced her way inside. A moment later, she landed gracefully on a railing above him and paused, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders as she surveyed the warehouse. James spotted her and immediately raised his gun. Five bullets. Five fucking bullets were all he had left.
He fired. The first shot missed, striking the railing behind her, and she moved effortlessly to avoid the second as she leapt onto a nearby support beam. James tracked her movements and fired again, the third bullet smashing into the brickwork. Three down, two left, and she was playing with him, the bitch. He fired a fourth time as she launched herself across the warehouse, missing her by inches, and his fifth and final shot went wide as she abruptly changed direction. The gun clicked uselessly when he pulled the trigger again.
Fuck.
She dropped from the rafters and landed directly in front of him with a tremendous crash, her boots cracking the concrete beneath her. James froze, finally getting a proper look at his pursuer: beautiful blonde hair, enormous blue eyes, a stunning figure, and, Jesus Christ, those were some seriously big tits. Of all the things to notice before dying.
“Holy fuck, those are big tits...”
The snarling stopped.
The blonde vampire frowned, her expression shifting from murderous fury to complete bewilderment. She studied him for several seconds, apparently trying to work out whether she’d heard him correctly. Her fangs were still extended and her fingers were still curled into claws, but for the moment she’d completely forgotten about tearing his throat out.
“What?”
“You’ve got big tits...”
“Yes.” She looked down, then up, twitched and inclined her head. “I suppose I do, innit.”
“God, I’d titty fuck you.”
She stared at him.
Well, that was certainly a first. In all her years, she’d never once had someone tell her they’d love to titty fuck her, especially not when they were approximately five seconds away from having their heart ripped out of their chest, Indiana Jones style. She’d been fully prepared to plunge her hand into his ribcage and pull the bloody thing out, and instead the little bastard had decided to compliment her tits. For twenty minutes she’d chased him through the streets, furious that he’d actually managed to shoot her, intending to rip his throat out, perhaps play with him a little first, and then drain him dry. Now, having finally cornered him, she discovered that the idiot was apparently more interested in her breasts than in the fact that she was about to kill him.
She studied him more closely. He was young, barely old enough to be called an adult, and judging by his complete lack of common sense, even that might have been generous. She frowned, then flushed slightly. She’d been chasing a kid, for God’s sake, admittedly one who’d shot her, but still.
“Hey, I’m 18,” he growled.
She blinked, momentarily surprised that he’d read her expression so accurately. Then her lips curled into a rather unpleasant smile, revealing two very sharp fangs.
“Old enough to bleed...”
She stepped forwards, and James immediately stepped back. Despite the very real danger he was in, his body had apparently decided to betray him, and an unmistakable bulge had appeared in his trousers. The vampire noticed almost immediately. She paused, glanced down, then giggled, and James felt his cheeks burning. This was fucking ridiculous. He’d spent the last twenty minutes running for his life and had fired his last five bullets at the woman, and now she was standing there laughing at him.
Then she moved.
James barely registered the blur before something struck him with tremendous force, and the next instant he was slammed onto the concrete floor, the air driven from his lungs as his back connected painfully with the ground. Fuck. This was it. He fully expected to be drained dry, to have his neck snapped, or perhaps his eyes gouged out, and after everything he’d seen her do, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she simply tore his head off and used it as a football.
Instead, she crouched over him, pinning him beneath her with almost insulting ease. Her crotch sat firmly over his cock, and he could feel her heat even through his trousers. James attempted to move and got nothing. He might as well have been trying to shift a bloody building. She was ridiculously strong, and even the slightest movement of her hand reminded him that she could probably crush his bones without breaking a sweat. Yet she seemed in no particular hurry to kill him. She watched him with growing amusement, clearly enjoying the fact that her terrifying quarry had turned out to be something of an idiot, while James stared back, his attention repeatedly wandering despite his best efforts to concentrate on the considerably more important matter of remaining alive.
“Oh God, I’m in heaven.”
She paused, studying him.
“Not hell?”
“You’re kidding?”
“No...”
James swallowed, looking up into those enormous blue eyes. From this close, he could see just how beautiful she really was. Her blonde hair framed a face that looked almost angelic, although the fangs, and the fact that she’d just thrown him across a warehouse, rather spoiled the illusion.
“You’re beautiful,” he uttered.
That caught her off guard. She stared at him, unsure how to respond, because there was no bargaining in his voice and no desperate attempt to flatter her into sparing his life. He seemed genuinely astonished by her appearance. For the second time that evening, a faint flush crept into her cheeks. It was an unusual sensation. She was accustomed to fear, hatred, and occasionally outright terror, and compliments were considerably less common, particularly from someone who’d just emptied a handgun in her direction.
She studied him for another moment before lowering herself closer, and her fingers caught his chin. God, her grip was so fucking firm. James couldn’t have moved his head even if he’d wanted to, and he was suddenly reminded that beneath the beautiful face and rather distracting figure was a creature capable of killing him in an instant. Their eyes met, and for a moment neither of them moved. Then she leaned down and kissed him.
He gave a startled groan, his hands instinctively moving to her waist. He’d expected fangs, pain, and a spectacularly unpleasant death, and a kiss had been rather further down his list of possible outcomes. She drew back slightly, watching his expression with obvious amusement. He looked completely stunned, and considering how much he’d been running his mouth only moments earlier, she found that particularly satisfying. Her smile widened, exposing those dangerous fangs once more.
James lay beneath her, staring up at the blonde vampire who’d spent twenty minutes trying to murder him, and struggled to process the extraordinary turn his evening had taken. His gun was empty, his back hurt, his lungs were still burning, and he was completely at her mercy. Somehow, he suspected that surviving the next few minutes would depend entirely on whether she continued to find him amusing, and judging by the mischievous expression spreading across her face, she hadn’t finished playing with him yet.
Before he’d quite worked out how, his trousers and underwear were gone, dealt with in a single casual tug that left him bare from the waist down. Then she undid her top, her fingers moving with practised ease, while James lay beneath her, hardly daring to move. Even his breathing had slowed, although whether from excitement or absolute terror, he couldn’t have said. She opened the top up and threw it aside, and Christ, they bounced.
James stared, utterly fascinated. He’d seen photographs before, obviously, but this was different. This was the first pair of tits he’d ever seen in real life rather than in a magazine, and the experience had rendered him almost completely speechless. Her skin was extraordinarily pale, almost porcelain white and remarkably smooth, with not a single tan line anywhere, because a vampire had never lain topless in the sun a day in her life. There were tiny natural imperfections, subtle variations in colour, and the faintest suggestion of veins beneath the surface. Her nipples were thick and stood out proudly from small, pink areolas that rose in a soft little bump at the centre of each breast. She wasn’t some impossibly polished image on a computer screen. She was real, physically present, and close enough that he could scarcely believe what was happening.
She removed her bra and tossed it aside, watching him carefully. As she straightened, her breasts settled naturally against her chest, their weight giving them a slight downward curve. James noticed that immediately. They weren’t unnaturally round or perfectly symmetrical, and somehow that made her even more beautiful.
The vampire studied his expression, looking for disappointment, and her face fell slightly when she noticed where his eyes had settled. He’d spotted the sag, the way her breasts drooped under their own weight, and for one uncomfortable moment she wondered whether he was disappointed. She didn’t show her breasts to many people, least of all men she’d captured and fully intended to rip the throats out of. Despite her considerable assets, she’d always been rather self-conscious about them, particularly their size and how other people perceived them. Alucard certainly hadn’t helped matters. The bloody bastard never missed an opportunity to call her his big-titty police girl, something she’d grown accustomed to over the years, even if his constant crude remarks occasionally made her want to put a bullet through his smug face.
But this was different. She found herself genuinely attracted to James, even if he was a tad on the young side. There was something endearing about his complete lack of self-preservation, his outrageous honesty, and the way he’d looked at her as though she were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. That made his reaction matter. If he’d laughed, looked disappointed, or made some cruel observation about her figure, it would have hurt more than she cared to admit, and her pride would have been absolutely crushed. Being a vampire hadn’t stopped her being a woman. She still had insecurities, still wanted to feel beautiful, and still craved the occasional bit of genuine appreciation, particularly from someone she actually fancied.
She watched him nervously, wondering whether she’d made a terrible mistake, but instead of an insult, James looked utterly astonished. There was no disgust, no disappointment, not even the faintest hint of mockery, only genuine admiration, and something inside her fluttered. It was ridiculous, really. She’d faced monsters, gunfire, and all manner of horrors without batting an eyelid, yet one inexperienced eighteen-year-old looking at her tits like that had made her feel more vulnerable than any of them.
James shifted beneath her.
“My God...”