Incest within a Vampire Family: The Power of Blood Ties

Foreword
This is an English novel that I downloaded from the Internet. It does not indicate the author. There is only
a poem at the beginning of the article. Since I am not very knowledgeable and have no materials at hand, I dare not translate it lightly, so as
not to make a fool of myself. I have listed the original poem for the benefit of learned people. I hope everyone will give me their advice. Thank you!
"I never quibbled
? If it was ribald
i would devour
where others merely nibbled."
——Tom Lehrer, "Smut"
Part 1: Vampire Mom
(1)
When the taxi stopped in front of the bar, I paid the fare and stepped out of the car. I started to regret it! The place looked
almost unbelievably filthy and chaotic. The parking lot was littered with crushed beer cans and broken
bottles, and a few disgusting cockroaches were crawling all over it. The neon signs even had misspelled words. I couldn't
believe I'd come to a place like this...
After work, I met a girl to go home. While we were busy talking about love, the phone rang, which was quite unromantic
. But because we were so engrossed in our conversation, we just let it ring. However, the other party seemed more patient, refusing to hang up. After
about twenty-seven or eight rings, I reluctantly answered, picking up the receiver and replying impatiently, "Hello!"
A woman's voice came from the other end: "David Jenner?" "Yes! If it's not very important
, call back later. I'm extremely busy." "
It is very important. I hope to meet with you to discuss it!"
"Listen! If I have violated you, I'll take care of you! Go find my lawyer; otherwise, please don't bother me,
I..."
"Your voice sounds like it's been pounded by a dog! Listen! I..."
I suddenly felt nauseous. Lately, I've been vomiting for no reason, probably from catching the flu or
something to upset my stomach. "Excuse me, please wait a moment!"
I hung up and ran into the bathroom, vomiting several times. Once my stomach calmed down, I poured myself a glass of water and slowly drank it to soothe
myself. Then I returned to the phone:
"Sorry!" "Did you vomit?"
This answer shocked me: "What? You…"
"I know quite a bit. You've been vomiting for a while now, haven't you?"
"Yes!" "Your eyes are very sensitive to light, aren't they?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Lately, I have to wear sunglasses whenever I go out, otherwise the light is unbearable, especially in bright sunlight
, it's practically impossible to walk.
"I know what happened. If you want to know the details,
come to the 'Cat and Rooster' bar late tomorrow night!"
The other person hung up, leaving me standing there in shock!
I slowly sat down, thinking about the whole thing. Maybe I slept with this woman and contracted some
strange sexually transmitted disease. I thought, uncovering the truth shouldn't be a big deal!
Looking back at the bedroom, Kelly had slipped away while I was on the phone. Damn it! I have a day
off tomorrow and nothing to do all day! How pathetic! ...
I walked into the bar, and oh my god! It wasn't much better than outside.
I ordered a beer, took a sip, and almost immediately spat it out: "What the hell is this?"
I muttered, examining the drink. This wasn't beer! It looked like dirty water used to wash toilets or dishes!
I waited with annoyance, until I was almost impatient, when a woman shuffled in.
My first impression of her was that of a streetwalker looking for another transaction, but I thought seeing her
was more comfortable than seeing this place!
The woman looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. The dim lighting in the bar made her waist-length blonde hair
appear reddish! Her skin also looked somewhat eerie. Her black tank top and jeans,
needless to say, took on a bleak hue!
"May I sit here?"
she asked softly as she approached. I nodded and politely
extended my hand towards the chair she was pulling out to sit in.
"What do you need?" I asked.
She sighed softly, reached into her purse, and took out cigarettes. I tossed
her a paper match from the ashtray. She lit her cigarette and tossed it back.
After taking a few deep drags, she smoothed her hair, placed her hand on the back of the chair, leaned back, and then
slowly asked, "David! Tell me, how did your parents talk to you about your background?"
Good heavens! This woman dragged me to this godforsaken place, sprayed me with cigarette smoke, and is interested in my past
! This, this, this… I really couldn't open up to her; we were just strangers,
but I didn't want to be rude! Even stranger: why does she know me… She called
you last night! Idiot! " ...
Actually, it's nothing. My mother disappeared after giving birth to me. They couldn't possibly know much, and besides,
they really don't want me to mention her. I know they always wanted me to treat them as my biological parents, so
they didn't tell me I was adopted until I was twelve!"
"Sigh..." The woman sighed softly again, blowing smoke in my face. "Um... um... I
am your mother!"
I couldn't hold back any longer. "That's too much! You dragged me to this damn dirty bar, sprayed me with
the stench of smoke, and now you're saying this? That's too much!...Besides, I'm at least ten years older than you.
I don't want to listen to your bullshit anymore!"
I grabbed my coat from the chair to leave, but she quickly grabbed my wrist with a strength rarely seen in ordinary people
, so strong that I fell back down!
"Listen to me, David! I know it's hard for you to believe right now, but such an important thing can't be
said carelessly. If you're willing to calm down and listen, I'll explain every detail clearly... If you don't want to listen..."
"I can let you leave right now, but you'll regret your wrong choice!"
I didn't want things to turn out that way, so I waved my hand to stop her from continuing... If she were older than me, she might
be my mother, but she's younger than me! ...This, this... I'd like to hear her explanation...
She released my wrist and sat back in her chair. I shook my hand and found that there were no red finger marks left,
only a chilling feeling!
She took another deep drag of her cigarette, and only then did I notice the red glow of the cigarette butt as she inhaled, as if
flames were spewing from her mouth, which was frightening.
"First of all, first of all, let me tell you, my name is Jennifer."
I nodded, but in my heart, I doubted whether it was true or not.
"Back in 1978, I was a freshman in high school, an
age of confusion and longing for life, living life with boundless energy. I started going to crazy parties, squandering my youth, often
not returning home until after midnight. It wasn't until I found out I was pregnant with you that I was truly shocked. I was so ignorant back then
, too ashamed to let anyone know. I tried to quit smoking and drinking, but I still wandered around. Later, as my belly
grew bigger, I had to drop out of school, and my father hired a tutor. During that time, I hooked
up with the tutor… and discovered why he only came to see me at night!"
She stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, lit another. Still terrified by her immense strength, I suppressed
my anger and just yelled,
"Get to the point! You bitch!"
"When I was eight and a half months pregnant, my belly was huge. He told me we couldn't have sex anymore, but
he would use other methods to make me reach orgasm and satisfy my desires. It turned out he used his mouth and hands. Lying in bed
, staring at the ceiling, letting him roam over my body, I was in ecstasy, experiencing one orgasm after another, not knowing what to do
. He would only start kissing me when I was panting, gently biting my cheeks and neck. At first
, I didn't pay much attention, thinking he was just trying to leave a lip print and hurt me too much, making me scream. But he immediately
comforted me, gently caressing and rubbing to arouse my lust, easily diverting my attention."
She took another deep drag on her cigarette, using this moment to gather my thoughts…
Good heavens! What is this? My mom is telling me about her sex life? What will happen next?
Will my tutor become my great-uncle? …But maybe Penthouse is interested in this kind of story
! As she blew smoke into my face again, I suddenly found her quite alluring, and
a desire to get closer and kiss her slowly ignited within me! ...Damn! ...What kind of thought is this? ...
"That night I was supposed to have European history class, but satisfying my lust through sexual games is always
better than listening to about World War I! So I eagerly awaited the night. But fate had other plans. Right after class, some
idiots I'd never seen before came looking for me. He hurriedly left with them, leaving me alone to complain endlessly. My mood
plummeted, and I was listless and sickly until the next day, feeling like I was about to die!"
"The next few days were the same, causing me endless worry. About four days later, that guy resigned
and left, which made me even more heartbroken. Not long after, I started vomiting, even vomiting blood, my eyes were sensitive to light, and I had
severe diarrhea. Fortunately, when labor pains started, my father took me to the hospital in time, ensuring my safety
!"
"Your condition improved a lot after you were born, and you were more comfortable. But after only a few days, you started vomiting everything you ate
, leaving nothing behind. You're extremely afraid of light, always finding bright light unbearably glaring. You're overly sensitive; if someone gets too
close, even just making a face at me, it will terrify me."
She paused, staring silently at the cigarette in her hand until it was almost burned to her fingers before discarding it. Then she shook the
pack, took out the last cigarette, and lit it. I picked up the discarded pack and slowly, unconsciously, tore it to shreds.
"I couldn't sleep at night. My precious sleep time was spent staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Finally
, when the doctor came to check on me in the middle of the night, it triggered me to jump up and bite his neck!"
This part caught my attention. I dropped the cigarette pack in horror. She smiled at me,
as if I were a freak! Actually, I was just listening intently.
"When the doctor lay there, lifeless, I couldn't think of anything else. The only thing that popped into my head was: he
looked so handsome! I bent down and licked his neck. When he stopped bleeding, I went to the floor and licked up
the blood. Even after I finished, I wasn't satisfied. I licked the blood off his shirt, even the blood that had spilled onto my hands. Finally,
I took off his hospital gown and ate every last drop of the blood that had seeped onto it."
"After licking, I felt incredibly refreshed. Of course, I also realized that staying there was not a good idea, so I quickly grabbed
a few pieces of clothing and ran away! I don't understand how things turned out this way. The stupidest thing I did was just leave like that.
You can probably understand how frustrated I felt!"
I was still immersed in imagining her beautiful body as she tore off her hospital gown, and I couldn't quite grasp the thought. I didn't realize she
wanted me to give her some feedback. After a moment of hesitation, I said,
"You were probably turned into a vampire by your tutor, weren't you?"
"Absolutely right! For the next few days, I hid everywhere. You can imagine the sun damage and
unbearable thirst I suffered. No matter what I tried to eat, I would immediately vomit it up. Later, I finally realized what I needed
was 'fresh blood.'"
"About a week later, I would drool at the smell of human body odor. If I could grab someone and suck on them,
it would be incredibly wonderful. I found a scoundrel in Central Park and slit his
throat with his own knife. Although he resisted fiercely, I was surprised to find that I, this weak woman, was much stronger than this guy
… He was at least 1.5 feet tall and weighed at least three times my weight… In other words, he had
a lot of fresh blood in his body! This operation kept me full for two weeks!"
At this moment, an indescribable feeling of helplessness and exhaustion washed over me. In other words, I was beginning to believe
that she was indeed my mother. I could find some similarities… When she flicked her cigarette ash, I also put my arm…
I reached out to compare, and found that both of us were so pale… After she flicked her cigarette ash, I immediately withdrew my hand.
“That’s how it all happened. Dad called the police to declare me dead and arranged for you to be adopted. Because of my longing for you
, I’ve been visiting various adoption agencies for the past few years. I finally found your adoptive family, and last
week I found your whereabouts. I’m even more interested in you now, so I came here to secretly observe you. I felt
that things needed to be clarified, so I made the call…”
Her words were interrupted by the bodyguard standing behind her chair.
He shouted, "The bar is closed!"
She glanced at the bodyguard and said, "Why didn't you say so sooner?"
"I was going to say it, but I heard you talking about some guy and I didn't want to interrupt, so..."
Jennifer rolled her eyes at him and stood up:
"Okay, let's go, kid! Let's find a hotel. I want to take a shower, and I also have so
much to tell you..."
Being called "kid" by someone who looked only fifteen years old made me a little unhappy, even though she was my mother
. But I was more afraid that she would call me again and cause unnecessary trouble, so I picked up my coat and
walked with her to the door. On the one hand, I hoped that she would say:
"By the way, kid! Your father is 'Henry Kissinger'." or something.
(2)
We took a taxi to a cheap hotel. Jennifer took off her clothes to take a shower, while I sat on the edge of the bed and
carefully thought about and sorted out what I had just heard.
These words solved many of my mysteries, such as: my light-sensitive eyes, my frequent vomiting, and my damn moral standards
. I don't know why the ideas and beliefs I'd built up over twenty-three years could be completely changed by just one sentence from her, but
really, it just happened so beautifully and obviously!
Oh my god! I really can't accept it!
But maybe I can use this as a conversation starter, like, "Hey baby! Want
to see my coffin?"
or "Hey baby! What's your blood type?"
Does it matter? Of course! I'm AB positive, I can eat any blood type! The bathroom door opened
, and Jennifer, amidst the swirling smoke, reached for a towel on the table and went inside. Without closing the bathroom door, she started
drying herself, and I inevitably saw her naked body.
Her breasts were beautiful, full, perky, and elastic, showing no signs of sagging. Her nipples
and areolas were a little pale, and because her skin was as white as paper, they stood out more than others.
As she dried her hair, her breasts trembled, incredibly alluring, making me stare blankly, almost drooling
. My gaze then moved downwards; her pubic hair, like her head, was a shiny golden yellow. Her hips
were narrow like a man's, but her buttocks were perfectly round and beautiful!
Further down, I admired her beautiful legs, her exquisite body, and the glimpses of spring in her skin, arousing my lust. My penis
unconsciously hardened, but then a voice in my head reminded me: "She is my mother!"
This terrified me, leaving me helpless and at a loss. I could only turn on the TV.
It was 3:17 AM on Friday, and there weren't many programs left, only coded adult shows.
Frustrated, I
switched between two programs I'd never watched before, called "The Most Satisfying Family" and "Shadow." Suddenly, I saw a scene of naked people rolling around in bed having sex. I thought this would finally divert my
attention from my mother.
But this reminded me of my foster mother, about fifty years old, twenty pounds overweight, with only shriveled,
sagging breasts. Thinking of her, all my lust vanished without a trace.
Jennifer emerged from the bathroom wrapped only in a towel, watching the television program and saying, "This program is interesting!"
Then she tossed her clothes onto a chair: "Looks like you've been affected by the vampire saliva element, starting to change
your constitution, right?"
She rummaged through the pile of clothes as she spoke, until she found her panties…thin, small black silk.
She put them on, then cursed,
"Fuck it all!"
before pulling them off. For a moment, I was torn between watching TV and watching her put on and take off her underwear. Nevertheless, I
complimented her, saying,
"Those underwear look great!"
She came over and sat down next to me on the bed.
"Alright! Now I should let you know some really interesting things. Tell me, have you been
having strange desires lately?"
As she leaned in (the towel looked like it was about to slip off), she kissed me tightly. I tried to speak
, but she immediately thrust her tongue into my mouth, swirling and probing inside as if searching for something.
I froze, trying to push her away, but she held me tightly, continuing her probing. Slowly
, slowly, I relaxed and began to respond to her passionate kiss.
She swirled her tongue around, then pushed me down onto the bed, clamping my hips between her jade-like legs. I don't know how long it lasted
before she straightened up, stopping the passionate kiss, and knelt on my lap, gazing at me lying on the bed. The angle of her spread thighs
perfectly exposed her tender vulva to me, making me feel hot and tense all over. To my
reaction, she responded with a charming, seductive smile.
She grabbed my clothes and easily tore them off, pulling me to kiss her open, sexy lips
. Her nipples pressed hard against my chest. I... well, I... well, actually, couldn't move at all
, because she was so strong. I was afraid—what if her other muscles were as powerful as her arms
?
She released me, and I immediately slumped back onto the bed. She leaned down to my crotch, and I had no idea
what was going to happen, so I could only wait and see. She grabbed my jeans, unbuttoned them, and used her teeth to pull down the zipper. She reached down
to my crotch and slowly pulled down my underwear. I could feel her breath on my penis, but it wasn't what
I had ever experienced before… her breath was colder than the air conditioning in the room.
Seeing her move her teeth closer to my penis sent chills down my spine and filled me with terror. As she moved closer to kiss me…
My whole body tensed with fear, but as I kissed her, I slowly relaxed... nothing should
happen. She kissed my body inch by inch, until she reached my thighs and began to suck on my penis,
licking and rolling the glans with her tongue, making me feel incredibly comfortable.
Then she swallowed my entire penis into her mouth and began to slide it up and down, her tongue constantly rolling and licking. I could clearly
feel her sharp teeth scraping against my skin as she slid up and down. This feeling made me both excited
and terrified. I wonder if you can understand my thoughts and feelings right now? My hands involuntarily
reached out and brought her face to my face. We embraced and kissed, and she used her hips to rub and knead my penis. When
she swallowed my hot, hard penis with her wet labia like she was eating a "Big Hamburger," she couldn't help but
moan softly in a wanton way! Then she lay face down and hugged me, and I took a deep breath, raising my hips to cooperate with her
thrusting and rubbing. She writhed and twisted against me, her nipples rubbing against my chest. She moved her mouth from mine to her
left ear, breathing softly, sending shivers of excitement through me!
I reached out and grasped her full breasts, gently rubbing her nipples with my thumb. She gasped and moaned, her body pressing tightly against
me, writhing. My heart pounded with tension and excitement; I almost ejaculated. Just
as I felt myself about to climax, I gripped her tightly, ejaculating streams of hot semen into her
womb, shouting in my mind,
"So good, so exciting! I fucked my mother, I fucked my mother!"
Less than two minutes later, she reached her climax too, thrusting rapidly and violently. She pressed her mouth tightly against my
neck, and I immediately felt a sharp pain, but in this crucial moment, who cared about such trivial
matters! When she gasped again and leaned over me, I slowly calmed down and relaxed, only to realize she
was sucking my blood.
Ever since the thought of my mother surfaced, letting her suck my blood became less important than her lust! Perhaps
if I had considered this, I would have ruthlessly refused, because this change made me feel terrible—but that's hindsight, of course
!
After sucking to her satisfaction, she rolled off me and went into the bathroom. I lay on the bed,
watching her buttocks sway back and forth with satisfaction, relaxation, and pleasure! I reached down and touched my neck, feeling the still
damp blood; I hoped it wouldn't stain the sheets too much!
Lying quietly on the bed, as the wonderful passion of sex gradually faded, I reflected on what had just happened
. I really did see my mother; I had never seen her before tonight. What was even more astonishing was that she should be
forty years old, but she had the body of a teenage girl!
Not only that, she also drank my blood. But from another perspective, she needed blood, and I could provide
it. Besides, my body was given to me by her, so what did it matter if she drank a little?
The above is the truth behind my becoming a vampire…—My mother, who disappeared twenty-three years ago, is a vampire
. She found me, seduced me, aroused my passion, and then sucked my blood in return.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my stomach growling with hunger! I stood up, picked up
the towel Jennifer's "mother" had left on the floor, and wiped the blood from my neck and chest. Only then did I realize that the wounds I thought would be extremely painful
had already healed. I put on my underwear and trousers, zipping them up while searching for my missing shirt.
When I found it, I discovered that the front of the shirt had been torn in half. I had no choice but to put on my coat and walk
out cursing. It was dark outside, and there wasn't a soul in sight. I wandered in the darkness, feeling terrible. I really wanted to find
someone to punch to vent my anger. Even if my mother appeared now, I think I would still punch her without hesitation. And
despite what had happened, I didn't care at all.
A cold wind blew, chilling me to the bone. Even though I clutched my coat tightly, it didn't help
. The streetlights made me nervous and anxious. My sunglasses were probably left on the bed, or maybe my mother had already
broken them. I wanted to get away from the light as quickly as possible, so I turned into an alley. The darkness of the alley made me feel
more comfortable, so I sat down to rest on an old crate.
After sitting for a while, I smelled something. Sniffing more closely, I realized it was a strong stench of sweat. I
hate sweat, but what did this smell mean? It meant someone was nearby! I was looking for someone to contact—it was like finding
a needle in a haystack! I prepared myself for a "very cruel," "very inhuman
" contact!
The guy's voice drew closer, as if he were humming a tune. I moved to the corner of the alley entrance so
I could keep an eye on him when he appeared. The closer he got, the stronger the stench of sweat became. I grabbed a nearby hose, though I was so
nervous I didn't even care that the hose was only as long as a beer bottle. The guy drew closer, then his silhouette appeared on the sidewalk .
Without thinking, I rushed onto the sidewalk and blocked his path!
The girl with him yelled, "Zhou!..."
and then screamed and ran away. (How did an extra girl appear? How come I didn't notice?)
I knocked him to the ground, flipped him over to face me, and he tried to push me away, but I
held him firmly and quickly bit his throat! He struggled a few times before I crushed his throat.
I lifted his head and slammed him onto the sidewalk; he died within seconds.
Finally, I could properly enjoy my prey, and this made my chest burn with excitement. I opened my mouth wide and leaned down to his neck
, sucking his blood as much as I could. The blood feast filled me with satisfaction, and I felt my face gradually flush
. This feeling was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!
I kept sucking until I was completely dry. I didn't waste the blood that splattered around me; I tore open the guy's shirt
to collect it, then knelt down and licked the blood clean as much as possible off the shirt.
The whole experience was unbelievable; the tension was even more thrilling than the first time I lied. Although
it was so unusual, I felt incredibly energetic for the first time! I
threw down the shirt, turned around, and walked back towards the hotel. I had so much to tell my mother!
《Part Two: Making Love with a Vampire》
My mother insisted that I learn more about vampire culture. I didn't know vampires had a culture, of course...
Before this, I didn't even believe vampires existed.
But like all vampires, my vampire mother appeared, disregarding me, and carried out all
the actions, so now I'm one of them.
Frankly, if I had a choice, I'd rather win the lottery than this, but it's too late
; I can never go back to being a normal person!
I was publicly declared dead, so my credit cards were unusable, and my life suddenly became difficult. My mother lent me some
money to buy clothes; my clothes were torn or stained with blood that day.
The only place in the New York area that was open at night was unusually crowded that day.
I finally found a place selling vampire items and bought the whole set, but annoyingly, it was all black, even the underwear
was black, which made me very uncomfortable. But my mother comforted me, saying I'd get used to it after a while.
One good thing is: one meal can keep you full for a week or even longer. You might have seen
in the movies that vampires poke a pretty little hole to suck blood, but that's complete nonsense!
Everyone knows that to make blood flow, you have to tear or bite a large hole. When Mom bit me, she was so
careful and trembling, afraid of hurting me; this isn't something that can be achieved with ordinary technique!
Another discovery is that female vampires are more sexually active; they can have sex whenever they want,
while male vampires are simply unable to get an erection when hungry, so unless they've "eaten" some blood, they can't
have sex. Mom told me that a vampire's body basically relies on sucking blood into their blood vessels and then gradually absorbing
it as their own. I playfully said to Mom,
"I see, no wonder they can't get an erection without sucking blood!"
Mom is clearly a sex maniac; she absolutely won't allow me to be alone with her, even when I can't get an erection at all
. She firmly believes that I don't need an erection to make her happy!
To be honest, I have a million reasons not to follow Mom around all day (I call her "Mom" not
because I truly consider her, but because it's her nickname, and it's easier to say than "Jennifer"). She must be forty
, but she looks only sixteen, and her actions and behavior are like
a twelve-year-old girl whose appearance has been altered by excessive hormonal stimulation. This is exactly what I dreamed of when I was a teenager... beautiful, full-breasted
, and willing to let me have sex with her... I finally found her and had her.
My mother is undeniably a great sexual partner, but unfortunately, she lacks rich social experience,
so one-night stands are exciting, but after a while, I really wish I could leave my mother to catch my breath!
My mother once told me about a vampire bar somewhere and what it was like. I wanted to experience it, not sure
if it would be helpful, but I wanted to make a breakthrough. Besides, I had recently had a good meal and had
some cash from that unfortunate guy, so I hailed a taxi and went straight to the "Vallad" bar.
My mother and I met in the lowest-class bar I had ever seen, but I didn't expect the "Vallad" bar to look
even worse from the outside. It didn't look like a bar at all!
A few cars were scattered in an old parking lot, and there was a warehouse made of planks. My mother had told me the details, so
I recognized it without any difficulty. I got out of the taxi and walked straight to the wall that read "Vallad is Here." Next to
the sign was an old door, so old that even the knocker had worn out, but it opened easily.
The interior of "Vallad" wasn't as bad as it looked from the outside. The lighting was dim and helpless, but
everything was still clearly visible. This was the first time I'd encountered so many
people dressed in black since my grandfather's funeral when I was twelve.
Most of them (I guessed they were vampires?) were gathered around the bar, sitting at tables, some dancing
, or doing other things. It was like a high-class bar, the only difference being that human bars didn't have so
many people drinking "Bloody Marys."
I didn't know what to do, so I went to the bar and sat down. The bartender, also a vampire
, asked what I wanted to drink. I asked,
"Do you have anything good to drink?"
"Yes! Can you drink liquids?"
I'd never noticed this before, so I just stared at him blankly.
"You're new here, right?"
"Yes, just joined about a week ago. Could you tell me what you mean by 'can I drink liquids'
?"
"Some vampires can drink liquids other than blood."
I secretly guessed that my mother must have been out hooking up with rich guys and drinking their semen. The bartender seemed to sense my thoughts, so
he said,
"Actually, you can get used to many things very easily, and alcohol is one of them."
"Okay, then give me something lighter!"
The bartender started rummaging around behind the bar, and I took the opportunity to look around. I saw a human girl sitting at a table.
She saw me and walked towards me.
"Sir, your drink."
The bartender said, and I turned to take it—a tall wine glass filled with a dark red liquid, with a bartender stick sticking out
—and then I turned back to face the girl.
The girl was as beautiful as a model. She wasn't wearing black, so she stood out in the crowd.
She was wearing a red dress that was so short it barely covered anything, and with every movement, I
could clearly see most of her breasts. Judging from the scene, it seemed she was doing it on purpose; she deliberately
wanted me to see her breasts!
The girl walked to the stool next to me, sat down, and said, "Hi! My name is Amy." She extended her hand,
smiling slightly.
"I'm David,"
I replied, shaking her hand. Holding her warm hand again felt wonderful.
Vampires, or their environment, mostly maintain a temperature of around 90 degrees Fahrenheit, while normal people are
much hotter.
"What brings you here?" I asked. "Do you know this is a vampire's lair?"
Amy smiled again and said:
"Humans often frequent this place. It's like a singles bar. Vampires come here to
find food and sex partners, and people come here hoping the vampires will satisfy them."
These words shocked me greatly: "Why...why...why..."
"Vampire saliva is like an anesthetic, making people feel incredibly pleasurable! Ingesting their saliva
is truly a pleasurable thing! Didn't you notice when you were biting?"
"Um...um...um..."
I didn't know that. To be honest, when my mother told me the truth, my mind was completely
confused. Besides, when my mother bit me, I was practically a vampire already; my mother was just fulfilling her purpose.
Perhaps vampire saliva has no effect on vampires at all, that must be it!
"Believe me, it will make you feel like you're in heaven!"
Aimi said happily, turning her body, which unreservedly lifted the front of her clothes
.
I've seen women's bodies quite often lately, but my mother has never teased or seduced
me like this. She always just takes off her clothes and immediately starts making love.
Maybe I should grab this girl and try it out with her.
I took a sip of my drink; it tasted like blood mixed with whiskey. Because my stomach was empty, it
quickly made me feel uncomfortable all over. I didn't expect this thing to be so powerful. I immediately put it
on the table and asked,
"Aren't you afraid the vampire will take advantage of you and bite you?"
"No! If I'm so afraid of this and that, wouldn't I be eliminating the opportunity? You should know that vampires
only seek blood when they have no blood in their bodies, so I never seek out hungry vampires. Besides,
if they were that hungry, they'd be in big trouble... their organs wouldn't be working!"
At this point, Aimee laughed again.
Hearing this, you, dear readers, should understand what this little girl wants, right? I didn't know if I was interested
, so I picked up my glass and took another sip.
Soon, my body began to change, feeling warm all over.
"Male vampires are generally much more interesting than men,"
Amy said, leaning forward.
"I mean, aside from going out in the sun, vampires can do everything men can. Most importantly,
you don't have to worry about many things. For example, they don't transmit diseases, and no matter how much you play,
you don't have to worry about getting pregnant."
Amy said, rubbing my thigh up and down with her foot.
Not knowing how to respond, I simply picked up my glass and drank it all in one gulp… This little girl is a bit
difficult.
Ugh! What's going on? I won't lose anything; I'm already "sentenced to death." Besides
, she's much more fun and interesting than my mother! Thinking this, I stood up and said, "I'd like to try
it out. Do you want to join?"
Amy stood up and snuggled closer to me: "Sounds good, of course I can't miss it!"
Good heavens, look what reward I've received! ...
We hailed a taxi back to the hotel where my mother and I were staying. I knew my mother definitely wasn't there; I knew
her too well. Without me around, she would definitely find someone else to relieve her itch, especially since she told me
she was "hungry." As
soon as we entered the room, before I even had time to close the door, Aimee grabbed my head and
kissed me deeply and forcefully, then passionately thrust her tongue into my mouth. As
soon as I opened my lips, Aimee seemed impatient to slip them inside, lingering and swirling, completely
immersed in the pleasure it brought.
For a long, long time, she kissed me while pulling me towards the bed, her body twisting and turning. Once we reached the edge of the bed, I
immediately pushed her away and took off my shirt. Last time, my mother had torn my shirt in half under similar circumstances; I
didn't want it to be torn again this time.
Aimee also used this opportunity to throw away her purse, pull open her upper garment, and expose her breasts.
Honestly, her figure was several times better than my mother's, but I didn't have time to pay attention to it because my eyes
were drawn to the numerous white scars, each about an inch in size, scattered across her body, even her breasts.
Just as I was about to examine these scars more closely, Aimi gave me no chance and immediately kissed me, simultaneously
pulling me close, and we fell onto the bed together, her on top of me.
I hate it when women take the initiative during sex, so I decided to change things up. I kicked off my shoes, reached out one
hand to unzip my pants, and began to caress her breasts with the other. Aimi stopped kissing and let out a few soft moans.
Under my caresses, her nipples began to swell and harden, but I stopped immediately because her
skin was covered in scars and didn't feel smooth at all.
As soon as I stopped, Aimi immediately sat up slightly, looking at me, then forcefully pulled down my pants, dragging them
down to my knees, and then my underwear.
My penis sprang out, and only today did I notice for the first time how
horribly pale it had become.
But the pale penis didn't deter Aimei. Without hesitation, she reached out her delicate hand and grabbed it, beginning to rub
and play with it. First, she played with it gently and slowly, then quickly began to stroke it. To be honest, Aimei's technique for playing
with my penis was top-notch, making me feel incredibly comfortable and ecstatic, my whole body gradually relaxing.
I felt her lips touch my glans, and immediately reached out and gently pushed her away, saying,
"No, no, no, just use your hand..."
My mother often played with it with her mouth, especially since her teeth were sharp and pointed. To be honest
, I was already tired of that method and wanted to try something different.
Aimei moved her head away and quickly grabbed it with her hand again. Before long, I felt my muscles tense comfortably
, probably close to orgasm. The stimulation made me arch my back and keep shaking my head.
Aimei slowly slowed down, finally gently holding my penis until I ejaculated.
Since becoming a vampire, I've only now noticed the difference in my orgasms. Just like I no longer need to breathe to
survive, so I no longer experience shortness of breath or the feeling of suffocation. My ejaculation is also very different…
Strangely, nothing came out of my penis… I can no longer produce semen!
Aimi seemed quite used to this situation, standing up without a care and removing the rest of her
clothing.
I was curious to see if her white scars covered her entire body. However, before I could even begin to look,
Aimi grabbed my shoulders and pulled me against her.
Okay, since that's the case, I'll take the initiative and have some fun!
First, I kissed her lips, then began gently moving my kisses around her, finally giving her a brief, light
kiss on the throat.
Aimi breathed and moaned softly, tilting her head back. Seeing her delicate appearance actually made me want to move
my gaze down to her breasts, but those scars were simply unappealing, so I only kissed around her throat
while simultaneously caressing her smoother back.
Aimee kept writhing and twisting her body towards the headboard, then spread her legs wide in front of me—
exactly what I was waiting for, so I thrust in without hesitation.
After a while of vigorous thrusting, Aimee reached out and pressed my head against her chest. To be honest, I really
didn't like kissing her scars, but she seemed to enjoy it. I guessed I'd encountered a little pervert
, so I started thrusting rapidly and violently, hoping to distract her.
This trick worked; Aimee released my head, put one arm around my shoulder, and moved the other to
caress my chest.
Soon, we were both writhing wildly. Aimee writhed and moaned first, reaching
orgasm repeatedly, and I quickly followed suit. However, for some reason, I felt unsatisfied
.
Clearly, Aimee enjoyed more orgasm than I did. Perhaps I was jealous of her, or perhaps I
disliked her initiative, which was why I felt unsatisfied.
For the past few weeks, everything I've done has been completely controlled by my mother, which is why I longed for something different. Perhaps
I wanted to be in control, or perhaps I just couldn't stand being controlled by others, that's all.
The two of us, still conflicted, finally separated. I rolled onto the bed, while Aimi sat up, swaying to the other
side, picked up her wallet, and carefully searched through it, finally finding a folding knife.
Aimi opened the knife, then turned to face me, sitting on the bed with her legs wide open, and said, "Dinner time
!" At that moment
, I finally saw clearly that the scars on her body started from her shoulders, extending to her knees, with
the most concentrated area from her chest to her hips. I couldn't tell how close the scars were to her, but I could clearly describe their
general outline. Before I could react, Aimi made a cut on the inside of her thigh, about 　　an inch below the junction of
her hip and thigh. 　　 Blood began to slowly seep from the wound, and I just stared blankly, unable to believe she 　　would do such a thing. Aimi said in an almost hoarse voice, 　　 "How about it? Want some?" 　　 I got off the bed, walked closer to Aimi, grabbed her arm, and said, "Why the hell did you do this?" 　　 "I want you to drink my blood. I know you don't have fangs yet, so I'll do this myself..." 　　 Blood dripped onto the sheets, looking like delicious food, but I wasn't hungry. That drink from the bar 　　had already made me quite full. Anyway, I just didn't want to consume her. 　　 I understood what she wanted, and frankly, I wanted it too, but I had already had sex with her, and besides, 　　I really didn't want to consume her. 　　 I mean, since I became a vampire, every man and woman I've eaten 　　has died by having their throats crushed by me, no matter how cute or charming the girl was. Of course, I would never use them as 　　objects of sex. 　　 "Aimee, I'm really not hungry right now. Why don't you bandage your wound? Maybe next time I'll suck your 　　blood!" 　　 Aimee stood up and faced me. "David, do you really think that?" 　　 "I'm sorry, Aimee! I really, really can't eat anymore. Next time, okay?" 　　 Aimee stomped her foot angrily. "Damn it, I didn't come here just to have sex. Come on! Drink my 　　blood." 　　 The blood had stopped seeping out, but it still looked delicious. 　　 "Aimee! Listen to me, I... really... am... not... hungry..." 　　 I sat down and put on my pants. Aimee grabbed a knife and slashed her wrist again. 　　 "You owe me, drink!" 　　 she said, grabbing my hair and forcibly shoving her wrist into my lips. 　　 Some blood dripped into my mouth. I forcefully pushed my wrist away, angrily saying, 　　 "Aimee! What are you doing?" 　　 "I want you to drink my blood, you damn thing! I mean, sex is nothing compared to being drunk on blood, I— 　　want—you—to—drink—my blood!" 　　 At this point, it was very clear that Aimee genuinely needed someone's help. 　　 "Aimee, I really don't want to, and you can't force me to. If you really need—help— 　　, find another vampire! I really don't want to speak right now." 　　 Aimee twisted her wrist, leaving some dirty blood on my palm, and said, 　　 "I don't like being used like an idiot! I mean, I give you what you crave, 　　can't you repay me in the same way?" 　　 I picked up my shoes and put them on as I said, "You also crave sexual pleasure, so why should I drink your 　　blood?" 　　 Aimee screamed, "I'm just doing what you want!" 　　 Aimee was really angry; she slapped her buttocks with both hands, looking like she wanted to hit me with a stick! 　　 I grabbed my shirt, stood up, and said, 　　 "Aimei, that's it. I don't owe you anything. I'm leaving. If you really want to be sucked..."

"Blood, put on your clothes and go back to the bar or somewhere else!"
I grabbed my shirt and headed for the door. Behind me, I heard angry stomping and heavy footsteps, followed by
the loud slamming of the bathroom door.
My mother was standing outside, tightly embracing and kissing a tall man, whose hand was
groping her buttocks.
I didn't care at all, or whether I was disturbing them. I said,
"Mom! There's an unreasonable girl in there. Whether you keep her or send her away, I don't care. I'm leaving
, goodbye!"
My mother didn't say anything, and I left.
I wandered around Central Park for a while without seeing a ghost, which was good. It allowed me to calm
down and think about the whole thing properly.
I've never liked being used, but Aimi just wanted me to suck her blood. "Although the whole
thing seems a bit absurd, it's absolutely true."
How do I want Aimi to see me? A fleeting affair, brief sex… I longed to
treat everyone the way my mother treated me. The problem was, I chose the wrong person. How could I know Aimi
was different from other "fallen girls"?
This thought frustrated me, so I wandered around again, rethinking the whole thing.
I wanted to have sex; Aimi wanted to be consumed. I got sexual pleasure, but I gave her nothing. There was something, something
—in my memory, it was a wonderful orgasm!
But that shouldn't count, right? I wandered in the darkness for a long, long time before finally sitting
on a bench, thinking it over again.
Considering Aimi's strange habit, anyone who would cut themselves like that couldn't just be "crazy," right? I
should put myself in her shoes and think about her feelings.
Besides, if my saliva could really stop Aimi's pain and make her feel better, what would I
lose?
Clearly, after this incident, I had no desire to wander around or hunt for
prey for a while.
I also realized that being with my mother didn't actually help me at all.
Something important in my life has been severely torn to shreds, and I need time to
piece it back together… but I just don’t know where to begin…
[The End
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