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The Visit

The warm summer breeze danced across May’s skin, stars twinkling in their celestial blanket above her. The moon cradled ever so softly in the void of space, dangling brightly in the sky.

As she hiked along the trail she couldn’t deny the slowly growing, nagging feeling that danger was near. But she had a decent amount of money that her friends had bet on her success.

Earlier that day, sitting in her Sociology lecture, her friends gossiped about an abandoned house in the middle of the forest near campus. This was her first semester of college and she wanted to make friends. She needed the money. There were a thousand reasons that she found herself closing in on a rickety, dilapidated shack in the center of the forest.

The thought of a murderer hiding in the house’s dimly lit rooms passed her mind. She shivered and then shook her head to dismiss the idea. She needed money and friends and it’s just an old house.

So she climbed the crumbling stairs and progressed across the porch to the front door. She took a deep breath in and then retrieved her phone from her back pocket. Releasing the breath she pressed record, needing proof that she had actually explored the would-be should-be condemned building.

As the door groaned and creaked open, she was astonished to find that the immediate hallway upon entry was dim but well kept. A rug at the door and paintings on the walls.

She advanced, steadily and slowly, deeper into the dim house. Her footsteps announced every move as the floorboards came to life with new and eerie sounds that ricocheted off the silence in the home.

She entered a kitchen, with a small gas stove and a microwave. It had a dining table placed delicately in the center of the room, with a table runner laid atop it.

The living room was in the same condition, couches, arm chairs, more paintings, and even a fireplace decorated this room; and as she slipped closer to the wall to study the paintings she heard the tell-tale sound of the floorboards creaking behind her.

She whipped around, but not fast enough to dodge the hand that shot out of the darkness and the fingers that wrapped around her slender throat.

She tried to scream. It was like she was in a terrible nightmare and no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get it out.

The hand tightened around her throat, and from the inky black emerged a man. His hair was down, framing his angular face in a fragile way.

He was dressed in a black button down and black slacks. Black dress shoes laced around his feet.

He had a black line dragging across the bridge of his nose, and his brown eyes were adorned with a glint of fury. His lashes lowered as he narrowed his eyes at her, back against the wall and gasping around the tight grip he had on her throat.

Her cell phone had been lost in the scuffle, knocked down somewhere between a couch and side table. Finally, finally, May began to speak.

“Let me go! Please, whatever you want it’s yours if you just let me go—I don’t have much money but you can have whatever is in my wallet-“

He cut her short.

“I don’t want your money. I want to know why you’re in my house sneaking around and videotaping what you find”

May’s heart was sure to beat right out of her chest, there was an air of lethality about him. Slowly, his grip lessened on her throat. He lowered his hand and backed a slight distance out of the moonlight.

“So? What are you doing in my house?” He demanded, eyes hardened and arms crossed over his chest.

“My friends bet me to go into this house. We thought it was abandoned, it’s more like visiting a haunted house as a kid on a dare-“

He raised his hand to silence her. She obeyed, quieting down.

“So you’re telling me when you saw the inside you didn’t think for a moment that the house could be occupied?” He rolled his eyes and in an instant she was face to face with him.

Giving a short shout from surprise, May staggered back and he grabbed her by the front of her band tee, balling the material up in his hand and tugging hard to bring her back.

“See,” he began, “the problem is that you humans are all so foolish. I’ve seen centuries of your species’ advancements and not once have any of you actually changed. Your technology and machinery has, but at your core humans are all the same as they have been four hundred years ago. Arrogant and entitled.”

As he spoke, she watched his canine teeth begin to elongate, his face growing paler, the stripe across his nose began to bleed.

Horror-stricken and terrified May began to struggle, pushing against him, yanking in every direction to break herself free. Her attempts were all in vain and instantly negated when he wrapped his other arm around the small of her back, whipping her in close to his chest.

The hand holding her shirt released and slowly came up to sweep her hair off her neck. He dipped his head down, only breaking eye contact when his mouth was so close to her carotid artery that she could feel his cool breath spreading across the expanse of skin.

“Please, please, just let me go, I won’t say a word to anyone and I’ll never come back.”

A soft chuckle sounded from him, and then a flash of pain. He had sunk his teeth into her throat, and it felt like white hot agony…at first.

Slowly the heat of the excruciation began to dissolve into something raw and primal.

She felt herself relaxing into his hold, a soft whimper dancing past her lips. One of his hands made its way from the back of her head to her breast, massaging the soft mound. She practically was putty at this point, humming in pleasure every time his hand grazed her.

His other arm slipped away from her back and gripped the bottom of her ass and pulled her closer and firmly into his groin.

His lips departed from her neck, a soft growl rumbling from his chest.

“There’s much worse things here than a haunted house, rabbit.”

The heat between her thighs was insufferable and his pet name only worsened her condition. His eyes skimmed every part of her, measuring her.

She was light headed from the blood loss, and her knees were growing weaker from arousal and bleeding. His eyes softened slightly, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, leading her firmly to the couch.

As she laid back, his eyes never left hers. She was almost to the point of writhing; she was so desperate for friction between her legs.

He sighed and began to speak again:

“A vampire‘s bite has endorphins in it. It arouses and confuses the prey, making it easier to consume as they’re less likely to run and they’re a little more incapable of it.”

She heard his explanation, but she couldn’t process it, the heat between her legs turned into a constant throb in time with her heartbeat.

“Please,” she whispered in a broken voice, “make it stop,”

He sighed and then hooked his fingers into the belt loops of her jeans. He deftly shimmied them down her legs, leaving her in her baby blue panties.

He ran a finger up her clothes core and hissed a breath in.

“I can feel how wet you are through your panties. Fuck.”

She whimpered, her hips involuntarily jerking towards his fingers. His eyes slowly lowered, and he gazed at her with a different look than the rage a few minutes ago. This was something predatory, half-lidded and lustful.

He suddenly ripped the panties away from her body and she was too far gone to even care about it. He traced circles around her clit, making her shake harder.

He slowly lowered his head and licked a fat stripe from the bottom of her folds to her clit. She gave a little cry, trembling against the throw pillows, and he seemed to take pity on her.

He sank his mouth completely onto her clit, circling and sucking until she was speaking unintelligibly. He sank two fingers into her with little warning other than gently prodding at her entrance before forcing his way in.

Her back arched off the cushions, crying out as her orgasm fast approached. He kept the pressure at a constant pace, suckling on her. The lewd, wet noises that were being made as he proceeded were sinful, and they were May’s eventual undoing.

With her eyes squeezed closed she came, soaking his face and the front of his crisp button up. He leaned up, panting, and then slowly undid his zipper.

What he pulled out was sizable and intimidating. She squirmed as she thought about taking it.

He quickly spread her legs farther and climbed between them, rubbing the head of himself against her slick, and then slowly pushing in.

When he bottomed out they both groaned, and then he set a brutal pace. He was reaching so deeply that she was certain she could feel it in her stomach. He bullied her cervix with the tip; slamming into her over and over.

“Please, it’s too much-“ she whimpered.

“You can take it, c’mon come all over me” he grunted in response, picking up his speed and rubbing his thumb over her clit.

She exploded with a shout, thoroughly soaking his pants as well. He picked up his speed, gripping her waist and yanking her into his thrusts. She put her hands out to stop his hips but he snatched her wrists up in one hand and slipped out of her, whipping her around so she was face-down.

He sank back into her with no warning, slamming as deeply as he could, holding her arms at her back and using them for leverage.

She was crying, tears of overstimulation rolling down her cheeks. He didn’t let up.

“Look at that. Little rabbit crying? Too much for you? Just one more, you can do it,” he grumbled from behind her.

He let go of her wrists, grabbing her hips and yanking her up and onto her knees, leaning over her he reached down between her thighs and lightly began to circle her clit again, pounding into her over and over. She was fully shouting now, from pleasure or something else— she wasn’t too sure.

His thrusts were getting sloppier and less rhythmic. His hips were stuttering and before she had a moment to realize what was happening he sank his teeth into the top of her shoulder, and the pain slowly melted to pleasure again, mind-dissolving ecstasy.

She came hard, little dots of light scattering around her vision as her orgasm ripped through her.

He grunted once more, and then sank himself deep inside of her.

“Gonna come in you, fill you up, mark you— pretty little thing like you shouldn’t walk into monster’s lairs like you do.”

She tried to squirm away, but he wrapped his hands around the curve of her hips again and slammed her back down onto him, releasing every drop deep inside of her, she felt the warmth against her cervix, and she whimpered softly.

Finally, he let go of her. She rolled over, her shirt had risen up during the ordeal and showing a little of her soft tummy.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“May. Yours?” She mumbled back.

“Choso. You’re mine now, I have half the mind to lock you in my bedroom and keep you here. But I trust that you’ll come back to see me sometime soon. Maybe next time you’ll even knock.”

She was caught off guard by his joke, and gave a little chuckle.

“Maybe.” She grinned, “or maybe I won’t”

“Maybe you’ll get your face shoved into the couch cushions again.”

She blushed a furious red, and he silently handed her pants back to her.

“I mean it,” he mumbled after she had put her pants on and rose on shaky legs to go for the door, “stop by. Visit. It’s nice to have someone to be with every now and again.”

She smiled.

“Alright.”

And with that she grabbed her cellphone off the floor and made her way out the front door

#choso kamo #vampire choso

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