Chapter 9

“Oh, fuck ... oh ... my ... fuck ... ing ... GOD!” Samantha Roth bit hard down on her lower lip as I began reaming her in earnest.

“You like?” I teased the principal as we kept up our quickie.

I had to admit that I enjoyed the sight of Samantha’s ass while I plowed her, too, my thick vampire cock thrusting repeatedly inside her juicy, slippery twat. The way that I played with her asshole didn’t hurt, either. She really started cussing and moaning as I fucked her within an inch of her life several strokes more and caused her to cream herself at last.

“Do it ... cum inside me with your vampire seed! I’ll keep the sunlight out of your way as much as I can this week. I swear it! Just fucking keep me as your lover ... for good! I want to be your little vampire slut ... one of them, anyway ... I’ll help you get into any woman’s pants that you want, I promise! I’ll help you get fed, too!” Sam swore to me in her evident desperation to be taken and owned by me.

I found myself cumming very fast inside Samantha Roth, Principal of Robert L. Bullard High School, deep inside her in fact. I felt her whole body shaking for some reason, and then I heard her screaming the loudest orgasm imaginable. I was afraid that the police would arrive to check up on her due to the sheer volume of her shriek. It reminded me of a banshee or someone who was literally on fire. Then she came down from her climax and winked at me before taking my dick into her mouth to lick it for a second.

“Just wanted a taste of both of us together. Not bad. Not bad at all. Thank you, hon. That was ... magnificent! Now, off to class with you, babe, but don’t forget that I’m now at your beck and call, okay? Anytime that you want me to come suck or fuck you, just call me up, okay? Anytime that you want to feed off me, too, though please don’t drain me until you’re ready to turn me. I want to live forever, not die forever,” Sam told me with a kiss as we both adjusted and I noticed that I still had ten minutes left of homeroom.

“Duly noted. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have what’s left of homeroom to take,” I gave her two thumbs up and practically ran to homeroom.

It didn’t matter that I would still have time with Mrs. Cortez, aka Jessica, in Spanish class. It didn’t matter that it was homeroom and not all that necessary compared to an actual class. It didn’t matter that Jessica was a happily married woman, or so I had been told. I wanted more time with that lovely favorite teacher of mine and I would have it. I didn’t want to let her down or make her feel slighted or rejected, either. That might be a strange thing to say about another man’s wife, but I had serious doubts that Mr. Cortez did his missus justice, anyway.

“Sorry, Mrs. Cortez. I got a little ... held up there,” I apologized to Jessica, who simply smiled and pulled me in closer in front of the other students.

“It’s cool. What’s not cool is this ‘Mrs. Cortez’ business. I’m Jessica. Or Jessie. Or Jess. Not ‘Mrs. Cortez,’ okay, Count Charles? Vampire, huh? Pretty neat,” Jessica insisted.

“Doesn’t your ... religion frown on anything to do with blood?” I lowered my volume so that no one else could hear us.

“Kinda ... yeah. That’s ... forgive me ... part of the lure. Part of the attraction. You feel it. I feel it. It’s that hot, taboo feeling of breaking the rules, letting your hair down, and going at it. I would be so disfellowshipped if the local elders even thought that vampires were real right now. Not exactly something that the Watchtower teaches can even exist.

“And yet ... here you are. A bit perplexing, you know. The Watchtower frowns on such ‘occult’ matters, but it also frowns on blood exchanges and anything to do with blood, basically. No doubt, if your existence was confirmed, the Watchtower and the Governing Body would regard you as a demon, an agent of Satan. Never mind that you’ve been in my class for months now and have yet to harm anyone ... other than Principal Hogan, that is,” Jessica stipulated.

“Jessica, is it just me ... or are you having ... doubts about your religion?” I wondered now.

“It’s ... not just you, but let’s table this discussion until later, okay? Suffice it to say that I’m having a real crisis of faith and you’re no small factor in contributing to it. For a variety of reasons, okay? We can discuss this later, if you’re cool with that,” Jessica assured me with some shallow breaths coming off her sweaty, pillowy tits.

“That sounds like a pretty good idea. And I get it. It can’t be easy. Matters of spirituality and faith are very tricky indeed,” I told her as I noticed her hands caressing mine.

“You two, seriously, get a fucking room!” David Schuyler chose that moment to pay attention to Jessica and me.

“David Schuyler, really? And here I had hopes of getting back with you, but not if you keep talking like this! I want to get back with you, David, but you’re not helping things at all by acting this way. Answer me, honestly, what has Charles Mazzini ever done to you? Personally? And don’t say that he broke us up, because he sure as fuck did not!

“And don’t say because he’s a vampire, either, because none of us knew that he was a vampire until yesterday, and you were treating him like crap for years!” Amber Dumont yet again stood up for me, much to my shock.

“So, him being a bloodsucking monster isn’t reason enough for you? Go fuck yourself, Amber!” David screamed and took the huff, running out of the homeroom minutes before the bell.

“Sorry about that, Charles. I think that the way that David and I ... and others, have treated you this whole time has been ... just ... ghastly. Horrible. Wrong. I’m very, very sorry for what we’ve done to you. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll take me out some time so I can ... make amends in my own way. You don’t have to answer now. Just ... give it some thought, okay?” Amber bit her bottom lip in a way that was rather noteworthy as she squirmed in her seat and even blushed a little.

“Thank you for that ... and I will give it serious consideration, okay? Apology accepted, Amber. You know, I think that you’re the first one of the bullies to ever apologize to me or ever stick up for me this entire year. That means a lot to me, Ms. Valedictorian,” I teased Amber.

“Yeah, well, you know that you’re the salutatorian now, right? Ms. Roth discovered hidden transcripts that proved that your grades were altered in every class to keep them just low enough to deprive you of the chance to make a speech. That was what Mr. Hogan wanted to prevent. He didn’t want you to make any speeches and share your views.

“It came out yesterday and now ... damn, I can’t believe that I didn’t realize it until now, but David is pissed that Melinda Wilson missed out on being a salutatorian. Don’t ask me why he even cared, other than wanting to deny you for its own sake perhaps. The whole thing blows, if you ask me, and not even then in a fun way,” Amber licked her lips and stuck out her tongue to leave no doubt of her meaning.

“Wow, the more that one hears about Principal Hogan, the more disgusting he sounds,” Lindsay interjected, joining us in the hallway now that the bell rang.

“Very true. And you’d be even more disgusted when you considered just how many girls ... and guys ended up having to actually suck his dick in exchange for him not harming us somehow. Myself included,” Amber told us both.

“Yeah ... I ... kinda had to suck his dick, too,” Lindsay blushed now, “it really put me off my appetite and made it harder to even think of sex at times. Gross.”

“I wonder if David ever ... you know,” I asked as we reached Coach Brown’s classroom.

“Yeah, we’ve talked about it before. He’s had to do ... that ... and other things for Principal Hogan. I think that Hogan’s a closet case, if you ask me. A real self-loathing gay man. Think about how often it was about oral rather than vaginal. Very strange, if you ask me. No cases where he made a girl let him eat her out, either. None in my memory,” Amber observed.

“That’s odd. Maybe Melinda Wilson exaggerated how much actual sex they had, too,” I scoffed as we sat in class, parting company with Amber at last.

Sure enough, there was David Schuyler, too, staring at Kat Summers and her luscious thighs. I couldn’t blame him for that, of course. She had great thighs, no question on that point. She often liked to wear her cheerleading uniform in class, and that Tuesday was no exception. Anyone with eyes would notice those thighs, no doubt about that. Nor was David alone. I noticed. Coach Brown noticed.

But Addy Swearingen? Not even a hint of interest in Kat Summer or her fine-ass thighs. Was he gay? It wouldn’t shock me. I was of the view that wrestling tended to have significant homoeroticism inherent in the activity, so I was quite prepare for at least one wrestler at school to be gay as fuck. It would make considerable sense, wouldn’t it?

Just then, Coach Brown walked over to me and shook his head.

“So ... Principal Hogan was right. You’re a vampire. Still doesn’t change the fact that he’s a goddamned rapist. He’s lucky that you didn’t drain him, the motherfucker. You were certainly weak enough to need the blood. Look ... I’ve really treated you like shit this year. You know it. I know it. We could try to put lipstick on that pig, but she’d still be a sow.