("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2010.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  All rights reserved. Thank you for your 
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

Bite Me
by Maussie (address withheld)

***

Natasha, an 18-year old girl who already lives on her 
own, goes out at night to get herself a guy. She hooks 
up with me in a bar and asks me to come home with her. 
I do so, but things don't go as she had planned or as I 
had hoped for. Then a year later they meet again. (MF, 
nc, rp, 1st, oral, rom)

***

Natasha, an eighteen year old stunningly hot blonde who 
already lived on her own, looked in the mirror of her 
bathroom as she applied her lipstick. Dark red, 
mysterious, but not too much. She put her large round 
silver earrings in and brushed her long wavy hair for 
the last time. She was pleased, she looked fine. No man 
would be able to resist her tonight. 

She walked out of the bathroom, took her coat off the 
rack, grabbed a couple of condoms and put them in her 
bag, checked her apartment for the last time, closed 
the door behind her and left for town. She had never 
been with a guy before, but she was determined that 
tonight would be the night.

Her mother had kicked her out of the house at the age 
of fifteen. Being a single hard working woman, she had 
not been able to handle her daughter. As far as Natasha 
knew, her mother's pregnancy had been the unexpected 
result of a rape during her teenage years. Because of 
this, her mother had not been able to finish school or 
get a good job, and has to live in a small apartment 
for a minimum wage crap job. 

Next to that, Natasha had a serious medical problem 
from the day she was born, a problem that turned out to 
be rather costly. And by the time Natasha turned 
fifteen, after many bitter arguments between the two, 
her mother finally had enough of it and threw her 
daughter, in her eyes the cause of her miserable life, 
out of her house. 

Natasha had not seen her mother since, and had no 
desire to do so either. She had been forced to live on 
the street for over a year, surviving mostly on petty 
theft, until a priest took her in at the age of 
sixteen. He gave a chance for something of a normal 
life. 

She was able to finish high school and when she turned 
eighteen, she got a job as a waitress and got her own 
little apartment, where she'd been living now for about 
three months. She was happy now, everything was as it 
should be. Well, almost everything at least, what was 
still missing was a guy in her life.

Half an hour later, Natasha was strolling along the 
street looking for a nice bar or club to hang out. She 
didn't want to go to her usual place, as that was a 
club that attracted mostly young people, and the guys – 
or boys rather – that came to that place did not 
interest her much. 

Finally she found a nice old blues café, not too 
crowded, not too big. On the left was a bar with some 
folks sitting drinking a beer, on the right were a 
couple of tables with more folks sitting and in the 
back of the place there was a pool table. The radio 
played some old song from the Golden Earring. She 
entered the place and took a seat at the bar. Several 
guests gazed at the eighteen year old beauty as she 
walked in. The bartender asked what she would like to 
drink.

"I'll have a glass of wine please." She replied as she 
looked around. Natasha could easily pass for early 
twenties so the bartender did not ask for her ID.

"Looking for someone?" the bartender asked, and put the 
glass on the bar.

"Maybe," she answered with a smile, "I'll know it when 
I see him."

And so about fifteen minutes went by without much 
happening. Natasha talked a bit with the bartender and 
was actually getting somewhat bored. Then she noticed a 
guy looking at her. He was sitting at the end of the 
bar. He could be in his thirties, short blond hair and 
somewhat muscular build. Not bad, she thought. She got 
off her seat and walked towards him.

***

I had noticed the girl as she came into the pub. If I 
had to guess I would say that she was about twenty 
years old. She looked nice with her long blond hair, 
dark red lips and dark eyes that seemed to somehow have 
a yellowish glow to them in the faint light of the bar. 
I estimated her to be about five foot and six inches 
tall and perhaps weighing about a hundred and fifteen 
pounds. She had legs to kill for and nice set of not 
too large firm, well rounded tits, 34C cup perhaps. 

She was dressed in a black leather mini skirt that made 
her ass come out real nice. She also had a black 
leather jacket on with a red blouse underneath. She had 
big silver earrings in and several silver bracelets on 
her wrists. A couple of high heeled black leather boots 
finished this perfect picture. And now this slender 
beauty was coming towards me. She had a bit of a 
naughty smile on her face, as if she knew exactly what 
she wanted.

"Hi, I saw you looking at me. I'm Natasha. And who 
might you be?" She said.

"Well hello," I replied, "my name is Mark."

The girl smiled: "Nice to meet you. Would you like to 
buy me a drink?"

"Sure," I said, surprised by her boldness, "what'll ya 
have?"

"I'll have one of those." She said as she nodded 
towards my beer.

I waved at the bartender and asked him for two beers. 
The girl and I started to talk a bit.

"Never seen you in here before. You new in town?" I 
asked her.

"Nah, just never been in here before, I usually hang 
out at Club Le Noir. You know the place?" She asked.

I knew the place, loud techno music, lots of bright 
laser lights and the place to hang out if you wanted to 
get high or pick up a horny teenager for the night, so 
I said: "Been there a couple of times, didn't like it 
much. So what brings you here?"

"Well, you, for sure!" She laughed.

"Nice. Hey, you play pool?" I asked her.

"Sure," She replied, "wanna play?"

A couple of hours went by as we talked, drank more 
alcohol - a bit too much actually - and played some 
pool. It was past midnight already, and although we had 
plenty of fun and we flirted openly with each other, it 
was about time to finish it for the night.

"Hey I'm getting a bit tired. Wanna take me home? I 
don't like to be alone on the street at this hour of 
the night." She asked.

"Sure, no problem. Your place or mine?"

Natasha smiled and hesitated for a couple of seconds 
before she replied: "My place, you naughty boy."

And so we left the bar and headed to her apartment, me 
just walking in a relaxed pace while she was frolicking 
about giving me hugs and kisses every now and then, 
happy that she'd achieved her goal.

***

After a twenty minute walk we arrived at her place. We 
got into the hallway and took the stairs to the second 
floor where she lived. Then we got to that tense and 
exciting moment where you decide if you do the wise 
thing and go home, or do the nice thing and follow the 
girl into her apartment. 

Natasha stood with her back against the door, and I 
stood very close to her, looking at her face and 
considering if I should kiss her.

"Hey," she began to speak, "thanks for walking me home, 
I really appreciate it."

"No problem, it was fun." I replied.

"Thing is," she continued, "I really don't wanna be 
alone just yet. So would you like to come in and have a 
drink and maybe a quick bite?"

"Are you sure?" I asked her as I wondered what she 
meant by 'quick bite'. Maybe she was hungry.

"Very sure!" She replied with a devious smile.

"Okay then, no objection here."

She opened the door and we went inside.

Natasha had a nice, somewhat small, apartment. There 
was a living room with open kitchen, a bedroom and a 
bathroom. That was it, but she didn't need more space. 
She didn't have a whole lot of furniture, but 
everything looked nice and clean and freshly painted.

"Welcome to mi casa!" She said as she took off her 
leather jacket and threw it on the sofa.

"Thanks, it looks nice. You haven't lived here for too 
long, have you?" I asked.

"Just a couple of months now. Why? Can you tell? Wanna 
beer?"

"Sure." I said as she handed me a bottle. I have to 
admit, the walk to her apartment had done me good, 
because things had become a bit blurry from all the 
alcohol in my system. Perhaps I should not have this 
last bottle after all, to keep my head clear. But who 
could refuse such a gorgeous girl...

We sat down and talked some more about her and what she 
wanted to do with her life, and about me and what I did 
for a living. Then she suddenly stood up and walked 
towards me.

"What's up?" I asked her.

"Come..." Natasha said and she took my hand. This was 
it, she was ready.

She guided me into her bedroom where she started to 
kiss me. I held her by her waist and kissed her back. 
Then she grabbed my shirt and pulled it off over my 
head. She licked her lips with her tongue in desire as 
she saw all that juice meat. Soon she would get a taste 
of it. She so longed for it.

Next I started to unbutton her blouse, but as I was 
doing that, she pushed me backwards which caused me to 
fall on her bed. Natasha landed on top of me. She 
embraced me and started to kiss me again, on my chest 
and neck. This girl liked it rough, I thought, pleased 
with my conquest. I finally managed to get her blouse 
and black silk bra off as she lay on top of me. She 
pressed her naked breasts against my chest. 

I let my hands slide along her back from her shoulder 
blades along her spine to her waist, and went from 
there to her belly and then her breasts. She moaned as 
I took hold of her breasts. I let my hands follow the 
curves of her bosom, it felt good. Her nipples were 
hard and swollen, I fondled them with my thumbs. 
Natasha kept on kissing me all over my upper chest as 
she sat on my crotch. Her sitting there slightly 
squirming her hips around was more then enough to give 
me a huge erection.

***

After about ten minutes of kissing and hugging I had 
enough of it and wanted more. I was about to ask her if 
she could finally start with giving me a blowjob when I 
suddenly sensed a strange wet feeling on my shoulder, 
where Natasha was kissing me. It felt sore. 

Was she giving me a hickey or something? I couldn't 
really tell, the damned alcohol had numbed by senses. 
My brain seemed to work in slow motion. Then, from the 
corner of my eye, I noticed what she was doing. She 
wasn't kissing me, she was biting me! And it was 
bleeding. And worse, it looked as if she was licking up 
the blood. And she seemed to enjoy it too. 

"What the hell!?!" I yelled. 

I grabbed her by the waist and threw her off me. She 
landed on the floor next to the bed. This surprised her 
in a bad way. "What did you do that for?" She asked 
with a trembling voice, completely startled and shocked 
from my sudden aggressive assault.

"What did I do that for?!? WHAT DID I DO THAT FOR?!?" I 
yelled at her in anger, whilst grabbing my right 
shoulder with my left hand, "JUST WHAT THE HELL DO YOU 
THINK YOU'RE DOING!?! What the fuck were you biting me 
for, you BITCH!?! Look at me! I'm fucking bleeding! And 
you were drinking it! What is wrong with you? Are you 
fucking insane or something?"

Natasha gazed at me, eyes wide from fear. She had not 
expected such a violent and negative reaction from me. 
For her, biting me and drinking my blood had been an 
expression of ultimate passion. The most erotic thing 
she could think of to do, and she naturally thought 
that it would be the same for me. It never dawned to 
her that others might not experience it that way. 

I stared at the girl as she sat there on the floor next 
to the bed, her upper body still undressed, but now 
holding her left arm before her breasts to cover them, 
while she leaned on her other arm. Her whole body was 
shivering. She was probably afraid that I was going to 
beat her up or something, being as mad as I was. 

"Please..." she whispered, "I didn't mean to upset 
you... I just wanted to make love to you..."

"Love...?" I said as I held my painful shoulder, blood 
was pouring out of it, "You just wanted to make love to 
me? This is how you make love? You bite me until I'm 
bleeding and then you drink the blood? What if I had 
not seen you doing it? Would you have bled me dry, huh? 
Your 'love' could have killed me!" 

I looked at the girl in disbelief. She trembled all 
over and her mouth was open. She was hyperventilating. 
I could tell she was scared to death by my reaction. 
Some of my blood dripped down from the corner of her 
mouth, which, I had to admit, looked kinda sexy on her, 
in a freaky kinda way. 

Then I noticed it. Where normal people have their 
ordinary canine teeth in their upper jaw, she had 
fangs. I couldn't tell if they were false or not. They 
were a good inch long and they seemed razor sharp. In 
her lower jaw she had fangs as well, though a good deal 
shorter as the ones in the upper jaw. How come I had 
not seen those before in the bar?

"What the fuck are you..." I spoke in a soft but bitter 
tone as I got back on my feet.

"I-I'm a vampire..." Natasha whispered in return with 
some hesitation. Her voice trembled.

"You're a what???" I looked at her. Was she for real? A 
vampire? I started to laugh. 

Natasha gazed at me again with her big yellowish eyes 
as she slowly got up, still in shock. She couldn't 
believe that this was happening. Moments ago we were 
making love and everything was fine, and now she feared 
for her safety. She had obviously done the wrong thing 
by biting me, she knew that now, and now her lover was 
pissed off at her.

"What are you laughing about?" She asked, confused. My 
answer was what she'd expected the least. I took a 
swing with my right arm and my fist hit her right in 
the face. She went down. A bruise appeared on her 
cheek.

"Ooowwwww..." She whined while holding her right hand 
to her painful face, "Please don't hurt me!"

"A vampire?" I repeated, "A VAMPIRE?!? Do you think I'm 
some kind of idiot or something? There's no such thing 
as vampires!"

"Yes there is," she cried, "I'm one..."

"Quit lying, you little bitch! It's not funny." I told 
her.

"I'm not lying!"

"Someone must have really screwed you in your head if 
you believe that, you dumb fuck!" I responded to her, 
then I threw myself on top of her. She had seduced me 
into coming home with her with the promise of sex, and 
despite of her turning out to be a total freak, she was 
still damn hot. And she still owed me a fuck.

"Aahhh, what are you doing?! Get off me!" She screamed 
as I turned her on her belly and grabbed her arms in a 
stranglehold with my left arm, while pulling her waist 
off the floor with my other arm in the process.

"I'm gonna make you pay for biting me, you bitch!"

"No! Please don't kill me!" Natasha screamed as she 
struggled to break free.

"Kill you? I'm not gonna kill you. You still owe me a 
fuck, and it's time to pay up. But first tell me 
something, you lying little slut. If you're a vampire 
then why don't you just simply throw my off you or 
change into a bat or something to escape? Ain't you 
bloodsucking freaks supposed to be way stronger as us 
simple humans and ain't you supposed to be able to 
change shape at will?"

"I can't do those things! Please don't do this to 
me..." Natasha cried in fear as she felt me pushing her 
skirt up and grabbing her thong.

"No, I know you can't do those things." I snapped at 
her, "You know why? Because you're not a vampire!" 

And with those words I yanked off her thong, exposing 
her blonde pussy. She had a nicely trimmed stripe of 
pubic hair. Then I pushed her legs apart with my knee, 
opening her up for me. She felt the head of my dick 
against the entrance of her vagina and knew that there 
was no escaping it. She was going to be raped.

"Oh my god no..." she whined, "Please... don't!"

But her words didn't help a bit. With one hard push I 
thrust into her and felt her hymen rip apart. Hmmm, she 
had still been a virgin till now, go figure that. I 
pushed again and this time I hit her cervix. She tried 
to kick me off her with her legs and screamed from pain 
and shock from this sudden invasion of her most private 
parts. I quickly put my hand over her mouth and grunted 
at her to keep it down. Then I quickly removed my hand 
from her mouth again, as I remembered those nasty fangs 
of her.

I started thrusting in and out of her. She was a bit 
dry at first, but her flesh got stimulated soon enough 
and she started to get wet. She kept quiet now, except 
for the occasional moan and a sob while tears ran down 
her cheeks. She had given up fighting and went through 
the rest of her ordeal acquiescently. However as I 
worked her from behind, she felt her flesh starting to 
tingle from excitement. This couldn't be happening, she 
hated what I did to her, but her body liked it? Her own 
body was betraying her in the worst possible way? What 
a nightmare this night had turned into! 

After about twenty minutes she felt the lower half of 
my body getting tense. I was about to come in her. At 
the same time I felt her body tense up as well. Cool, 
she was about to have an orgasm. Then a loud moan as 
she came. I felt her cum enter the shaft of her vagina, 
flowing past my dick. Then I came and ejected my semen 
into her lower abdomen, hitting her cervix and then 
through the narrow entrance into her womb.

I stayed in Natasha for another couple of minutes, 
holding her tight while catching my breath. Then I 
pulled out of her, got up and walked towards the 
bathroom. There I wiped myself clean and took a look at 
my shoulder. It had stopped bleeding but still looked 
like a nasty wound. Her fangs had penetrated deep in my 
flesh. I had better go and see a doctor about that. 

As I walked back into the bedroom I took a look at the 
girl who was still lying on the ground, half naked, 
sobbing, defeated and humiliated. She couldn't bare to 
look at me. I took my shirt and got dressed. As I left 
the bedroom I told Natasha: "Better remember this, you 
little bitch, next time you're thinking about pulling a 
stunt like this. Your next victim might just kill you 
for biting him like that."

Then I left the apartment, leaving the girl alone to 
deal with her mess.

***

The next day, late afternoon. Natasha slowly opened her 
eyes. Her entire body was aching from the ordeal she 
had gone through the night before. For hours she had 
laid the on the floor next to her bed, crying from pain 
and fear and the shock of having been raped. Then she 
had finally managed to get herself together. She'd 
crawled back on her feet and stumbled towards her 
bathroom. She'd stayed in the shower for at least an 
hour, just letting the flow of warm water ease her pain 
a bit. Then she had crawled into bed, crying herself to 
sleep. 

Natasha got out of bed, put on her bathrobe and walked 
into the living room. She felt weak, she needed blood, 
so she walked to her fridge and got a bag of the red 
lifesaving fluid. She ripped it open and gulped it 
down, all in one go. Thank god she had an understanding 
doctor. 

Without him, and the blood he supplied her with, she 
would have perished long ago. After she had wiped off 
her mouth she went to sit on the couch and turned on 
the TV. There was nothing much on. That gave her mind 
time to think and she began to relive the whole 
experience. Tears started getting back in her eyes. No! 
She had to be strong, she had cried enough already. 

Why had that young man reacted the way he had done? Why 
had he assaulted her so brutally? She could not 
understand it, as she had wanted to do this for so long 
already. Drink her blood directly from a person, 
instead of from those bags that she got from the blood 
bank at doctor's prescription. How could he not have 
liked it? Natasha had certainly liked it, it had been 
the most exciting feeling for her she had ever 
experienced. But apparently for him had not been the 
case. And he had made her pay for it. Badly.

She didn't know what to do now. She was raped, but she 
could not go to the police. If she did, then the whole 
biting incident would become known and that would 
definitely turn against her, sooner or later. She 
should be going to the hospital. 

After all, the guy had raped her without use of any 
kind of protection, and she had not been on birth 
control, so chances were real that she would become 
pregnant now. But if she went to the hospital they 
would see the bruise underneath her left eye, where he 
had hit her, and then they would assume that she was 
rape victim and inform the police, which then would 
lead back to her biting that man.

Maybe she should just suck it all up and deal with the 
consequences by herself, but there was no way she could 
do that, she needed help. Then she thought about Father 
Thomas who had taken her into his home a couple of 
years ago when she was living on the street. He knew 
what she was, and he had always warned her about this 
moment. Maybe he knew what to do now. Yeah, that's it, 
she would give him a call. He would know what to do.

At least she had two days to recover before she had to 
go back to work. Work... How on earth was she going to 
explain the bruise underneath her eye there? Maybe she 
should just tell what had really happened, her boss 
would understand, she had always been very supportive 
of Natasha. So many choices, so many thoughts, so much 
pain...

***

I did not see Natasha again until about a year later as 
I came across her in the local 7-11. Yes that's right, 
a vampire in a supermarket of all places. She was 
actually getting groceries. I stared at her for a 
while, she was still looking as gorgeous as a year ago, 
though she dressed a bit more conservative. Then she 
noticed me.

"Well, well, well... Look who we have here." I said, 
"If it isn't our little wannabe bloodsucker. What are 
you doing in here, girl, shouldn't you be out looking 
for someone to bite?"

She stared at me with her big yellowish eyes, just like 
she'd done that night. And all the fear and bad 
memories from that nightmare came back to her at once. 
She was about to start crying but managed to hold her 
own. Natasha took a deep breath and said: "I've quit 
doing that. You thought me a good lesson." 

"No more thirst for blood then? Done playing the 
vampire?" I replied with a smirk.

"I wasn't playing," she said somewhat annoyed now, 
"I've simply quit trying to get my blood directly from 
people. You were my first and my last. I never want to 
go through that again."

"Then what do you do now to get fixed?" I asked, 
wondering how she could keep up this game like she did.

"Same as I've always done before that awful night. I 
get the blood from my doctor." She said, clearly 
irritated now, "Look, I have to finish my groceries, 
but we do have to talk. Maybe we can get together when 
I'm done here? Perhaps in the Irish Coffee Corner 
across the street?"

"Fine." I said, not sure what she wanted to talk to me 
about, "I'll wait there for you."

As I walked away from her I took a look at her shopping 
cart, wondering what on earth a vampire could have need 
for. Besides the normal stuff there were diapers and 
baby formula. Then I suddenly noticed the little head 
of a baby that she had in a carry-bag on her back. The 
kid seemed a couple of months old, so the right age. I 
swallowed, this couldn't be true, was that my child?

***

As I sat there in the coffee shop with a glass of cola 
in front of me, thoughts ran through my mind. Natasha 
had a child, a couple of months old, I had been her 
first, and we had not used a condom, and her still 
being a virgin back then she probably wasn't on the 
pill. So the child had to be mine. This changed 
suddenly everything. If she had my baby, then I had to 
become involved again in her life somehow, if only to 
support her raising our kid. If she would let me, that 
is.

After about ten minutes Natasha joined me at the table, 
placing her bag of groceries next to her on the floor 
and taking her baby off her back and into her arms.

"Can I have a cup of coffee and a piece of that apple 
pie?" She asked the lady who stood behind the counter 
as she pointed at me, "He's paying for it."

"You don't mind, do you? I'm a bit short on cash at the 
moment. And besides, you owe me." She said to me.

"Is okay." I replied, then I nodded to the child, "That 
baby... Is it...?"

"Yes I have you to thank for that." she snapped at me, 
"One of the reasons I wanted to talk to you."

The lady came with her coffee and apple pie and placed 
it on the table. She looked at the baby.

"That's a nice baby." she smiled, "You two must be very 
proud parents."

"You have no idea." Natasha replied and then handed the 
lady a bottle of milk, "Could you put this in the 
microwave please? About thirty seconds on the lowest 
level."

"Sure can do, dear." The lady said as she took the 
bottle and walked away.

Then Natasha turned her attention to me again as she 
took a bite out of her apple pie.

"You've hurt me real bad that night, you know that? I 
still have bad dreams about it." She said.

"What you did to me wasn't all that fun either. I had 
to go through a whole series of rabies shots because of 
you. Do you have any idea how painful those shots are?" 
I said.

"Rabies shots?" Natasha asked, surprised, "Why? I don't 
have rabies, I'm not a dog!"

"I know that, you know that, but I couldn't possibly 
tell the doctor at the hospital that I was bitten by a 
girl with fangs now, could I? So instead I told him I 
was bitten by a big dog."

Natasha laughed.

"Serves you right for raping me," she sneered at me, 
just as the lady came back with the warm bottle of 
milk. She gave the bottle to Natasha and looked at me 
with condemning eyes. She had overheard the rape 
comment. Then she left again. These two had obviously a 
lot to discuss and it would be best not to bother them.

"Could you keep it down a little? We're not alone in 
here." I asked her as I looked at her. She had her hair 
in a ponytail and only very little make up on her face. 
She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans, a white 
turtleneck sweater and a gray windbreaker. On her feet 
she has a pair of white sneakers. And she still looked 
stunning.

"Okay..." She replied, "Quit staring at me."

"Sorry. Are you able to cope on your own?" I asked her 
concerned, "I mean taking care of our child by 
yourself, if I remember well you didn't have the best 
paying job in the world."

"My child, not yours." She said as she looked me in my 
eyes, "The fact that you helped to create her does not 
make her yours. And yes, I can cope. My boss helps me 
out sometimes, as she felt really sorry for me."

"What's her name?" I asked.

"Huh, my boss? What do you care?"

"No, the baby, what's her name?"

"Oh... Denise." Natasha said, as she slowly started to 
melt a bit, sensing that I was really concerned and 
interested in her child and her own well being.

"That's a nice name." I said.

"Look Natasha," I began to speak, "I am very sorry for 
how that night went down, it was not at all what I had 
hoped it would be like. But you have to admit, you 
seducing a guy to come home with you, and then starting 
to bite him and drink his blood while pretending to 
have sex, and then excusing yourself by saying you're a 
vampire, it is a bit weird. Way beyond weird, don't you 
think so?"

"Yeah, I guess so..." She mumbled, knowing that I was 
right.

Then I continued: "I'm sorry I hit you, and I'm sorry I 
raped you. You have to believe that I didn't mean to do 
so. I was just so angry for what you had done, that I 
lost control. Doesn't make right what happened, I know, 
but that's the way it is."

"Well... I guess I was wrong too. I should have asked 
you first if you were okay with me biting you. It just 
never occurred to me that you might take offense to 
it." Natasha said. She took our baby in her arms and 
started feeding her.

"It suits you." I said, trying to make her a 
compliment.

"What?" She wondered.

"You holding our baby in your arms like that." I said.

To which Natasha said: "As I said before, it's my baby, 
not yours. But thanks for the compliment."

"You find it difficult to take care of her? I'm willing 
to help you, if you want to." I asked.

"No thanks." Natasha replied, "Sometimes it's 
difficult. She is a constant reminder of our night 
together. But I do my best to give her all the love and 
attention she deserves. I'm not gonna blame her for 
what her father did to me. I'm not gonna make the same 
mistake my mother made with me."

"How do you mean?" I wondered. 

Natasha sighed as she looked at me.

"Funny," she said, "how history seems to be repeating 
itself."

"I don't understand..."

"When my mum was my age, she was raped and had me as a 
result of that. Now I am having the same thing 
happening to me. Odd..."

So she was the result of a rape, no wonder she was so 
messed up in the head with that whole vampire thing. 
Must be loads of repressed emotions inside her waiting 
to get out.

"Would you like another coffee?" I asked.

"Yeah, okay." 

I got up and walked to the counter, a bit later I got 
back with another coffee and cola and sat back down.

"Here you go," I said as I gave her the coffee.

"Thanks." she replied, as she was still feeding our 
baby.

"She seems to like it." I said as I nodded as the 
child.

"Yeah she does, but when I get back home I have to give 
her something extra, which I can't give her here."

"Such as what?" I asked, interested what else a three 
month old baby could need.

"Blood," Natasha replied, "Denise has the same disease 
as I. She needs blood to survive."

"You mean the vampire thing?" I asked shocked, she was 
actually getting our child involved in that game...

"How much longer are you gonna keep up that little 
game?" I asked.

"It's no game!" she replied, annoyed, "If you can bare 
to listen for a moment, then I'll explain."

"Okay," I said. This had better be good.

***

Natasha started to explain. She told me how her mother 
had been bitten by a vampire, a real one, when she was 
about eighteen years old. Around the same time as she 
was raped. Natasha wasn't sure if it was the vampire 
who had raped her, or that it were two separate 
incidents, but either way the vampire had sensed that 
her mother was pregnant, and therefore he had let her 
live. 

After Natasha was born, it became clear why. While in 
her mother's womb, she had been infected with vampire 
virus, or gen, or whatever it was that caused it, and 
because of that she had been born a half-breed. 

Natasha was half human, half vampire. She wasn't 
blessed with all those classic vampire traits like not 
being able to be out in the sun, not being able to 
handle garlic, crosses, holy water, and all those 
things of which she actually wondered if that wasn't 
just made up by Hollywood. 

The only things she was blessed with, were razor sharp 
fangs, red eyes and a need for blood. She could eat 
normal food, but also needed about a liter of blood a 
day otherwise she would grow weak, become ill and 
possibly die.

It was first discovered, so said Natasha, that she was 
a vampire, when she was still a baby. She had bitten 
her mother's nipple during breast-feeding and was 
sucking the blood instead of the milk (the reason why 
Natasha wouldn't breast-feed Denise). From that moment 
on her doctor would provide her with the blood she 
needed, from the blood bank, with as an excuse that 
Natasha had some very rare blood disease and needed 
regular transfusions to stay alive.

She then told me how her childhood had been, and her 
relationship with her mother. How she was kicked out of 
the house at age fifteen. How she lived on the street 
for a year and how the priest became her guardian. And 
she told me how from that moment on her life got back 
in order. She finished school, got a job, went to live 
on her own. Until she met me. And the rest I already 
knew.

***

I had listened to her story without interrupting. She 
had been through a lot, but I understood better now, 
where she came from. Pretty messed up life she had 
lived so far.

"Thanks, that clarifies a lot. So a half-vampire huh? 
Well it explains the eyes an fangs." I said, "Does that 
mean that when you die, you will turn into the real 
deal?"

"I have no idea." She replied, "Just because I am one 
does not mean that I am an expert on the subject. I 
don't even know how much of the folklore is true and 
how much made up."

"Damn. I have to go to the restroom." Natasha suddenly 
said, while looking at her baby.

"That's okay, I'll wait here. Want me to hold Denise 
for you till you get back?"

"Ehhh..." She hesitated, she would rather not give her 
child to me.

"I don't mind, really." I said.

"Okay then, just be careful with her, please." Natasha 
muttered. Then she got up. As she walked towards the 
toilet she nodded to the lady behind the counter to 
keep an eye out on me. The woman nodded back.

When Natasha came back from the restroom a couple of 
minutes later, she saw that her worries had been for 
nothing. I was still sitting there, carefully playing 
with her baby. Then a thought crept into her mind, 
maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing after all to 
include me into her daughter's life. Too many kids grew 
up these days without their father because of some 
reason, and here was a man who was the father of her 
child, and who was willing to help out. I looked at her 
as she came back, she couldn't help but smile at me.

"I have to go home now," she said, as she took Denise 
back from me.

"Okay," I said. "Want me to walk you home?"

"I... I dunno... If you want to, I guess," she 
stumbled.

"I would very much like to," I said.

"I guess it's okay then." She hesitated. So I went to 
the counter and paid for the drinks, while Natasha 
strapped the carry-bag on her back, with Denise in it. 
Then we walked out of the coffee shop.

"Here, let me take that, you already have enough to 
carry around." I said as I took the bag with groceries 
from Natasha. We started to make our way to her 
apartment.

"You don't have a buggy?" I asked.

"Can't afford one," she replied. "And this is easier 
anyway, now I have both hands free."

"Natasha," I began, "I meant it when I said that I want 
to help out. I want to support you raising Denise. I'm 
responsible for you having her, so I should be there 
for you now."

"I'm... Not sure I want that." She stumbled, she wanted 
to say yes, but couldn't, not yet.

"Look, if you need money, just say so, or if you need 
me to watch Denise every now and then, I'd really like 
that. Because like it or not, she is my daughter and I 
want to be part of her life. I want her to know she has 
a father who is there for her."

Natasha gazed at me. Damn it, she thought, why does he 
have to make this so difficult? She then thought about 
her own childhood, how she had never known who her 
father was, and how she had always felt it as something 
missing from her life. She did not want to put Denise 
through that.

"We'll see," she said, "I'm not saying yes yet, but 
maybe we can work something out. A visit once a week or 
so and then slowly start to build it out from there. 
Just don't expect us to become friends overnight."

"sounds like a good start to me," I replied. We had 
arrived at her apartment.

"Guess I'll be going now," I said as I handed her the 
groceries.

"Yeah..." Natasha replied, hesitant.

"You need some money? You said you were a bit short." I 
asked.

"That's okay, I still have some."

"Okay. Well, here's my phone number, just in case you 
need something, anything at all. Don't be afraid to use 
it now. Bye then." I said and walked away. Natasha 
gazed at me as I walked away. 

"Mark?" She said, uncertain if she should do this.

I turned my head and said, "Yes?"

"Wanna stay for dinner?" Natasha finally asked. I 
started to smile.

"Sure!" And walked back to her.

***

It was early in the evening. Natasha had just put 
Denise to bed. I sat on the couch and she came to sit 
next to me. She had to bottle's of beer in her hand. 
She gave me one.

"Thanks," I said as I took a nip from the bottle, "and 
thanks for dinner. It was very tasty."

"Glad you liked it," she replied. "I'm not much of a 
cook I'm afraid."

"Well I think you are just fine! Denise asleep now?"

"Yes, finally," Natasha said. "Sorry about that. I 
guess she just cries a lot when she wants her blood."

"That's okay, that's what babies do." I said to her 
with a bit of an uneasy smile. 

I'd been watching Natasha as she was feeding Denise a 
bottle of blood. It had looked weird, unnatural, and 
even made me feel a bit nauseous. But the baby seemed 
to enjoy it. And it was something I had better get used 
to if I were to become a part of this little family of 
vampire half-breeds. As we talked some more about 
little stuff, Natasha suddenly fixed her eyes on mine 
and gazed at me with the most intense look.

"What's up?" I wondered.

She said nothing, but with one sudden move, she found 
herself on my lap, with her knees pressing into my 
hips. She placed her forearms around my neck in a warm 
embrace.

"Do you trust me?" She asked with a soft voice, while 
continuing to stare at me.

"Ehhh... I guess so. Why?" I felt a bit uneasy now. 
That still was a bloodsucking vampire that had me 
pinned down on the couch. Not that I could not handle 
her if necessary. I'd done so before.

Natasha bit her lip, trying to gather her courage, and 
then she whispered: "I want to bite you..."

"Uhm, yeah... I don't think so, Natasha. Let us not go 
there again, okay?" I said, while I grabbed the young 
vampire by her waist ready to throw her off me, which 
she noticed. It was almost a repetition of a year ago, 
except that this time she'd asked me first.

A little bit panicked now, Natasha pleaded to me as she 
looked at me with her big yellowish eyes: "Wait! 
Please... You would make me such a happy little girl if 
you would allow me to feed of you... I promise it won't 
hurt. You won't get any diseases from it and you won't 
be turned into a vampire. 

"And I'll only take a little bit of your blood. Trust 
me, you'll enjoy it. I know I did the last time I fed 
on you. It was the most sensational and intense feeling 
I've ever experienced. Way better then sex! Please let 
me do this for you... Please."

Wow, I thought, she must really want this. Maybe it 
couldn't hurt to let her do this, in order to become 
friends, and get involved in the life of my daughter.

"Just a little bit?" I asked her.

"Promise." She smiled.

"well, guess it's okay then. But if I don't like it, 
you will get off me. And if you drink to much, I'll 
throw you off." I said. Natasha said nothing but took 
hold of my T-shirt. She pulled it off over my head. 
Next she brought her face to my right upper chest. She 
opened her mouth and very gently let her fangs sink 
into the flesh.

"Aaahhhrgh," I moaned. It hurt alright. It felt as if 
two thick needles were inserted into my body, both at 
the same time. But then after a while, the pain 
disappeared. She had pulled her fangs out and started 
licking, sucking up the blood that was flowing from the 
wound. 

Having her tongue and her lips doing their thing 
against the skin of my chest did indeed feel nice. A 
bit weird, but nice. I held her head with my right hand 
while she had placed her hands on my shoulders. She 
seemed to be in a trance-like state, not realizing the 
world around her existed as she sucked my blood.

This went on for another fifteen minutes or so, her 
quietly drinking my blood, taking just little nips of 
it. At one time she would look up at me and whisper: "I 
am so hot right now..." And I could not help but to 
become aroused by the sight of this girl, this 
beautiful young vampire, sitting on my lap squirming 
about. 

I felt my dick harden in my pants. I could not help but 
to admit, her laying her with her face on my chest, the 
sucking motion, it did indeed have something erotic 
over it, no matter how freaky it may have seemed. Then 
suddenly I felt her entire body tense up and spasm.

"UUUHHHHNNNHHH..." Natasha loudly moaned. It took her a 
couple of seconds to catch her breath, her head resting 
on my chest, and then looked up to me. She was sweaty 
and she had a dazed look in her eyes. Dazed but utterly 
fulfilled that is. There was a bit of my blood dripping 
from the corner of her mouth. I wiped it off with my 
thumb, which she then quickly took in her mouth to suck 
the blood off.

"Thank you... for letting me do that..." she whispered 
softly, "that... was... wonderful..."

I just stared at her and said nothing. The look in her 
eyes said enough, this had indeed been like sex for 
her. And it was I who should be thanking her, as the 
girl just had a huge orgasm while sitting on my lap. 
She licked her lips clean with her tongue. Then she 
kissed me on my mouth. I could still taste my blood in 
there.

Next we just sat there for a while on the couch, saying 
nothing. Natasha rested her head on my chest while 
holding her hands on my shoulders, and me holding her 
by the waist. Then after a while, I moved my hands up 
along her sides towards her breasts, taking her sweater 
with me as my hands went up. She raised her hands and I 
pulled the sweater off. I unhooked her black lace bra 
and took it off as well. 

She was now sitting on my lap with her upper body fully 
exposed. I took hold of her breasts and caressed them 
for a while, stroking her swollen nipples while gently 
squeezing the soft mass of her bosom. They seemed 
larger then a year ago, probably hormones from having 
our baby. I kissed her on the chest between her breasts 
and then moved up to her neck. In the meantime my hands 
moved to her waist and started to unbuckle her belt and 
undo her jeans.

With one hand holding her back and the other her butt, 
I lifted her up and laid her on her back on the couch, 
with me hanging over her while I stood on my knees in 
front of the couch. Then I pulled off her jeans, 
quickly followed by her black lace panties. She still 
had her blond stripe down at her crotch. Now she was 
fully naked underneath me. She just let me do whatever 
I wanted to do, enjoying the soft caresses and kisses, 
while being in a state of extacy.

I quickly pulled off my pants and briefs - we were both 
naked now - and started playing with her pussy, letting 
my fingers run through her pubic hair, and fondling her 
labia and clit. She moaned softly as she got even more 
wet then she already was from that orgasm she had. Then 
I pushed her legs apart. I was ready to enter her.

One last moment of consideration as I pressed the head 
of my dick against the entrance of her vagina. We 
didn't have a condom, so I asked: "You are on birth 
control this time, right?"

Natasha giggled and answered: "Yes, don't worry."

Then I pushed my dick into her vagina. It slid rather 
easy in, partly because she was wet, and partly because 
there were no obstructions anymore like there had been 
the previous time. And for the second time in her life, 
Natasha was taken by a man. The same man who had taken 
- and impregnated - her the first time. She bit her lip 
and softly moaned as I filled her up. Then I slowly 
pulled out of her, only to repeat the process over and 
over again. The whole thing happened in a lot more 
relaxed pace then the first time I had her.

After about twenty minutes both our bodies tensed up 
and we came, almost simultaneously. Natasha cried out 
from pleasure as she felt her cum flowing freely from 
her body, and my semen shooting into her womb. When we 
were done, our bodies relaxed, and she embraced me and 
started to kiss me. I held her by the shoulders, kissed 
her back and stayed in her for as long as I could. We 
looked each other in the eyes, completely satisfied. It 
had been a good evening. "I love you." Natasha said.

"Love you too," I replied, then I lifted her off the 
couch and carried her to bed. 

***

The next day we woke up, entangled in each others 
embrace, and we made love once more. After that, in the 
weeks that followed, we started to hang out with each 
other. Natasha accepted my wish to be the father to our 
child and I let her feed of me regularly, if only for 
the sexual pleasure we got from it. She never took 
enough of my blood to do me harm. And after only two 
months Natasha and our baby daughter Denise moved in 
with me. And we lived happily ever after.

The End

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 66