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Archive name: blood.txt (MF, vampire)
Authors name: Lilly Rose (lillyrose71177@aol.com)
Story title : Body and Blood, The

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The Body and Blood (MF, vampire)
by Lilly Rose (lillyrose71177@aol.com)

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This is a story about vampire erotica. It basically 
involves a vampire taking his beautiful young victim on 
the altar of a cathedral.

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"Please, no," she begged, as her shawl fell willingly to 
the cold, hard floor of the cathedral. Her lily-white 
corset was now stained with the crimson liquid streaming 
down from the tiny pricks on the nape of her neck.

"Be still," he demanded.

With a swift, graceful motion, he grabbed the rope of the 
friar's robe that had been tied so tightly around his 
waist. The rope had the three sacred knots of virtue; one 
for obedience, one for poverty, and the largest for 
chastity. How he clung to his knots of virtue and his 
gaudy crucifix when the vampire slashed open his throat.

The vampire used the rope to bind her wrists to the base 
of the altar. To think, it was once used in remembrance 
of holy chastity. It chafed her virgin skin, burning and 
searing her delicate arms. She never knew a man's touch, 
and she worried now that she never would, for this 
creature was no man. Horrified, she lay stretched over 
the altar as she feebly knocked over the body and blood 
of the savior who abandoned her now in His own house.

Somehow, in the deepest part of her mind, she hoped that 
He would not interfere with her now. She pondered this as 
he roughly started unlatching the front of her corset. 
She felt the blood rush between her legs as her tender, 
ivory breasts were revealed to the musty air of the 
church. She longed for him to fondle the hard, raspberry 
nipples that jumped out at his touch.

He had something else in mind.

Before she could blink, she was lying there, completely 
naked on the cold marble surface of the altar. He had 
ripped off the remains of her clothes in a fiery rage, 
and the look in his eyes let her know how hungry he was. 
All at once she felt his probing tongue enter her mouth 
and his long, thick fingers entering the small orifice 
between her legs. Her sex was throbbing, and soaking wet 
as his fingers explored the inside of her tiny womb. Her 
lips stretched to conform to the needs of his demanding 
hands.

How strange it was to taste her own blood inside the 
mouth of another.

She went weak at the boldness of his touch, and gloomily, 
she decided to abandon all hope of fighting back. She 
would succumb to his hunger, and the rapture would begin. 
She opened her eyes as he lifted his head from her kiss, 
and she looked at the face of her violator.

His long, black hair was intoxicating to behold, and his 
fair alabaster skin was spotted with her blood. His eyes 
stared through her while she lay there, helpless in the 
middle of the night. How lovely he looked.

Only in her naughtiest dreams had she ever felt such a 
tremendous explosion of pleasure. Suddenly a filthy, 
despicable longing came over her completely. She craved 
the decadent combination of his venomous blood and his 
delicious sex on the tip of her waiting lips. She blushed 
as she fantasized about it dripping down her chin and 
traveling along the length of her neck. She imagined it 
as a balm for the wound that was so strategically placed 
on her jugular.

He tried to remember a more beautiful victim, but she was 
by far the fairest. With that thought in his head, he 
slipped his perfect, pink cock deep inside of her. She 
let out a scream that he would never forget, and it 
pleased him so that he laughed at her with a wicked grin 
in his piercing eyes.

Again and again he thrust inside her, filling her tight 
little pussy with the eons of damnation that infested his 
blood. She tried to be good.she didn't want to let the 
pleasure flood inside her. But with every thrust he took 
her breath away, and waves of ecstasy invaded her once 
virtuous being.

It seemed as if he knew what she was thinking. Every time 
he touched her she wanted to squeal with forbidden 
delight. She shuddered at the feel of his hands on her 
breasts. Then he brushed his hand over her heart, and a 
cold wind seemed to go through her. Then, in the middle 
of ravishing her, he suddenly stopped and slid out from 
her tight grip.

"No, please don't stop!" she cried, to her surprise.

"Don't make me tell you again to be still," he solemnly 
warned.

With that, he dismounted the altar and pulled her legs 
apart, exposing the dripping flower between her thighs. 
He leaned in closer to smell her sex, and he looked 
pleased as she cowered in her own shame at the thought of 
her exposed body. All of a sudden, she felt his tongue 
invade her once again, this time between her legs.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a 
scared, yet satisfied moan from her cherry lips. His 
mouth felt wonderful as he licked and lapped at her 
swelling lips, and she couldn't imagine a time where she 
didn't have this kind of pleasure in her life.

Then it happened... she didn't know what he had done to 
her, but she screamed so loud that it echoed throughout 
the entire cathedral. The pain was unbearable. Then she 
realized, as his head came up from between her thighs, 
that he had bitten her once again. His mouth was smeared 
with her innocent blood, and she could not deny the rush 
of excitement that came over her at the sight of him.

Then he mercilessly mounted her once again and thrust his 
sex so deep inside of her that she could taste it in the 
back of her throat. The pleasure overrode the pain as he 
started thrusting into her, even faster this time, and 
much harder. 

She was crying now, overwhelmed by the gravity of the 
situation. He started moaning. He seemed to be pleased 
that she was crying and carrying on in such a way. Then 
she felt something flooding inside of her, like a 
scorching hot liquid that warmed her from the inside out.

She let it seep into her very soul as he raged and shook 
and exploded inside her. His venom rushed deep into her 
tarnished flower, and at the sinful feel of it being 
forced inside her body, she came with him in a moment of 
weakness that she would never live to regret.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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