One Bite Stand: Part 3

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Bullets from automatic gunfire ricocheted on my left as a silver-tipped crossbow bolt whooshed by me, clattering against the brick building to my right. If one has been around for a few years, they?ll encounter their fair share of haters; it was just that my particular breed of haters tends to wield stakes and holy water. There were at least six in pursuit, all on motorcycles, all brandishing weaponry, all of them hunting me with a vengeance. They were well-funded, competent, and out for blood. I should have been warier. The signs were there; I just chose to ignore them.My morning meeting had been the final clue, the first being my late-night stalker in the red-light district on the previous evening. The client wasn?t looking for a noted historian to authenticate a centuries-old relic; he was looking to hunt a vampire. As soon as he plopped down a silver-chased, antique stake, the Holy See emblem emblazoned on the handle, myriad details clicked into place and raised a big, blood-red flag.My intuition had served me well. I knew that he was more than likely a hunter, but my complacency and hubris had gotten the better of me. How he knew or even suspected what I truly am was beyond me. In my long life, every hunter had either been a religious zealot on some holy crusade or a maladjusted malcontent that had seen one too many movies. The thought that there was an organized, well-trained group of hunters, working in concert, had never occurred to me.I ended the morning meeting with a feeling of foreboding trepidation, spending the rest of the day in nervous paranoia, looking over my shoulder. The hunters attacked at night, in an organized, strategic manner. Two of them harried me at all times, negating the advantage of my superior speed and reflexes by riding black, Enduro motorcycles. They wore black body armor and helmets, firing automatic machine guns and shooting crossbows from a distance, nullifying my superior strength and lethality. At least four others circled around me, boxing me in, herding me toward their final trap.They had to have spotters, as well. No matter which way I fled, as soon as I?d lose the two chasing me, two more would ride in and renew the pursuit. I dodged gunfire and medieval missiles as I fled, wondering why the police chose that particular evening to not make an appearance.If I hadn?t been running for my life, I?d have been impressed. Flinging a convenient dumpster into the path of an oncoming motorcycle, I laughed as the rider slammed into it, full-throttle. His motorcycle, the bahis siteleri engine revving, flew in one direction, the rider in another. He slammed, head-first, into the wall of a building, hitting it with a satisfying crunch. I ducked down an alley, the dumpster momentarily blockading my pursuers.A barred window was a few feet ahead, spawning a plan to counter their strategy. I yanked twice, freeing the metal grate, and shattered the window. Intentionally tearing a strip from the hem of my deep scarlet, velvet dress, I wedged it onto a pointy shard of glass still in the window frame. A drop or two of my enhanced blood smeared on the sill made for a great decoy as I shimmied up the ancient, iron drain pipe and gained the roof.Three stories above humanity, the moon shining down on me, I closed my eyes and listened. My keen senses allowed me to hear the telltale sounds I sought, and much more. The wrecked rider was, thankfully, intact, although he wouldn?t be staking any more vampires in the immediate future. Three other cycles could be heard revving in the distance, their unique, high-pitched rumblings sounding like a search pattern. I heard two other cycles shutting down as the riders dismounted and entered the alley, searching for me. The clinking of glass being cleared came to my ears as they entered the building beneath me, following the scent of my blood-red herring. I listened, through the din of the night?s sounds, until the Doppler effect of the other motorcycles? engines told me that the remaining riders were headed away.Some distance away, on the outskirts of the warehouse district, I saw flashing, pulsating lights and heard faint industrial dance music. Another plan formed in my mind. I needed a covert escape; whatever party was happening over there would suffice.Cloaked by midnight, leaping across alleys from one roof to the next, I stealthily removed myself from the hunters? proximity. I was slightly dirty, my dress torn and soiled a bit, but still looking sexy and demure. I was, however, exhausted. Contrary to popular belief, my kind does tire. My exertion had sapped my strength, drained my energy. I?d need to feed soon, lest my body shut down.Hugging the shadows, staying away from any prying eyes, around or above me, I neared the source of the lights and music; a Rave was going on, utilizing an empty warehouse. It was the perfect hunting ground, as well as the perfect place to enact my escape plan.With my dress smoothed, my face and exposed flesh wiped clean, and my sensual aura once more canlı bahis siteleri emanating from my body, I approached the throngs of people milling about. Several open, overhead doors, showed the chaotic frenzy going on inside. Flashing lights, lasers, and strobes filled the building, a crowded, writhing sea of bodies gyrating to the Electronic Dance Music inside. Drinks were in hand, dilated pupils were everywhere, and all were dressed flamboyantly, showing more skin than clothing.Outside, where it wasn?t as intensely loud, a large group of people milled about. Some of them were dancing, some chatting, some just partying. It was my kind of place. I was no longer the slayers' prey. The prey had become the predator, once more. I walked slowly, sexily, my hips swinging with every step, my breasts bouncing in invitation. All eyes turned towards me, the wake of my sexuality affecting them. I saw my lucky victim near one of the entrances. She would do nicely.She was quite young, maybe twenty-two or so years old. Roughly my height, of a body type similar to my own, although her breasts were a bit smaller and perkier, and dressed to thrill in a matching luminescent, shimmery halter top and mini skirt, complete with a glossy, tinsel wig. She was obviously very intoxicated; her wide, blue eyes sparkled with the flashing lights, her pupils as big as saucers. Although her attention seemed to be on the three young men in front of her, as they attempted to entice her to dance with them, in the hopes of getting more than just a dance, it was almost no effort to lure her into my proximity.Walking around her so that I was within her field of view, I stopped, primped myself a bit, jutting out my tits and letting my leg show through the slit in my dress. She immediately stopped talking and stared at me, enthralled. Staring into her eyes, all my passion and horny lust behind my gaze, I smiled at her. With a slight incline of my head, my eyes locking hers to me, a simple gnawing on my lower lip, as my eyes looked her over, was all it took. She immediately ignored her would-be suitors and approached, displaying open body language, her nipples hardening as she drew near.?I, uh,? she stuttered a bit as she felt my horny aura of sexuality. ?I love your dress. So sexy.? Her voice was youthful, exuberant, full of enthusiasm, and dripping with lusty undertones, enhanced by her chemically-altered euphoria.She reached out to touch my dress, her hand caressing the velvety material, her fingers groping at my breast, nude beneath canlı bahis the single layer of fabric. I placed my hand over hers and slowly guided her hand down my torso, looking deeply into her eyes.?Is it just the dress you like, or do you want more? I?d love to dance with you, feast on your flesh, and bring you to ecstatic rapture.? I spoke soothingly, slowly, drawing my vowels out, hypnotizing her with my sensual allure.As I spoke to her, mesmerizing her with my lusty energy, I wet my lips with my tongue, moving her hand down to the slit in my dress. She gasped in response, her eyes languid, her lower lip quivering with desire.?If you like the feel of velvet, I?m velvety soft, warm, and inviting,? I cooed to her.Her flesh was burning hot against my arousal. Her fingers deftly stroked my inner folds, a look of uncontrolled desire on her face. I pulled her into my body, feeling her heat, smelling her cheap perfume mixed with the alcohol on her breath.I whispered into her ear, my voice dripping with lust. ?I love your dress, too. Why don?t we trade clothes; wouldn?t that be fun? We can dance together, and I promise you that I?ll feast upon you, later. I guarantee that it will be the most amazing sensation you?ve ever felt in your life.??Trade?? she asked. Her voice attempted to sound uncertain, but it was obvious that she was consumed by lust. The lilt in her husky voice demonstrated carnal passion beyond her feeble words. The undulating of her stomach, as her breath came in orgasmic gasps, made her arousal obvious.?Yes, not only will it be so much fun, but I?ll get to see what I?m having for dinner.??But?? she paused, her face growing slightly red as a mischievous smile crossed her lips. ?These people. They?ll see.? Her nipples, growing harder, pushing against the shiny, reflective fabric, confessed to the fact that stripping in public aroused her.Smiling seductively, I turned her around, pressing my dripping crotch against her shapely ass. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close to me, her breathing growing heated. I ran my hands all over her body, exploring her upper thighs, roaming over her pert breasts, stroking her cheeks, and moistening my fingers on her sighing lips. Others took note and watched, stared, elbowed each other, and pointed. Nobody approached or interfered.?Let them look,? I whispered, tonguing her ear and kissing the nape of her neck. ?You know that those boys you were talking to just wanted to fuck you.?When I breathed out the word, ?fuck,? my hand clenched at her pussy. To my hands, it felt like grabbing fire. She moaned aloud at that, pressing her body into me. Her hips humped, involuntarily, as her passion overwhelmed her. I delighted at the feeling of her hard, round ass humping against my clit.

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admin Admin Üyelik tarihi: 25 Şubat 2015 Mesajlar: 20.930	One Bite Stand: Part 3 `Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32` Bullets from automatic gunfire ricocheted on my left as a silver-tipped crossbow bolt whooshed by me, clattering against the brick building to my right. If one has been around for a few years, they?ll encounter their fair share of haters; it was just that my particular breed of haters tends to wield stakes and holy water. There were at least six in pursuit, all on motorcycles, all brandishing weaponry, all of them hunting me with a vengeance. They were well-funded, competent, and out for blood. I should have been warier. The signs were there; I just chose to ignore them.My morning meeting had been the final clue, the first being my late-night stalker in the red-light district on the previous evening. The client wasn?t looking for a noted historian to authenticate a centuries-old relic; he was looking to hunt a vampire. As soon as he plopped down a silver-chased, antique stake, the Holy See emblem emblazoned on the handle, myriad details clicked into place and raised a big, blood-red flag.My intuition had served me well. I knew that he was more than likely a hunter, but my complacency and hubris had gotten the better of me. How he knew or even suspected what I truly am was beyond me. In my long life, every hunter had either been a religious zealot on some holy crusade or a maladjusted malcontent that had seen one too many movies. The thought that there was an organized, well-trained group of hunters, working in concert, had never occurred to me.I ended the morning meeting with a feeling of foreboding trepidation, spending the rest of the day in nervous paranoia, looking over my shoulder. The hunters attacked at night, in an organized, strategic manner. Two of them harried me at all times, negating the advantage of my superior speed and reflexes by riding black, Enduro motorcycles. They wore black body armor and helmets, firing automatic machine guns and shooting crossbows from a distance, nullifying my superior strength and lethality. At least four others circled around me, boxing me in, herding me toward their final trap.They had to have spotters, as well. No matter which way I fled, as soon as I?d lose the two chasing me, two more would ride in and renew the pursuit. I dodged gunfire and medieval missiles as I fled, wondering why the police chose that particular evening to not make an appearance.If I hadn?t been running for my life, I?d have been impressed. Flinging a convenient dumpster into the path of an oncoming motorcycle, I laughed as the rider slammed into it, full-throttle. His motorcycle, the bahis siteleri engine revving, flew in one direction, the rider in another. He slammed, head-first, into the wall of a building, hitting it with a satisfying crunch. I ducked down an alley, the dumpster momentarily blockading my pursuers.A barred window was a few feet ahead, spawning a plan to counter their strategy. I yanked twice, freeing the metal grate, and shattered the window. Intentionally tearing a strip from the hem of my deep scarlet, velvet dress, I wedged it onto a pointy shard of glass still in the window frame. A drop or two of my enhanced blood smeared on the sill made for a great decoy as I shimmied up the ancient, iron drain pipe and gained the roof.Three stories above humanity, the moon shining down on me, I closed my eyes and listened. My keen senses allowed me to hear the telltale sounds I sought, and much more. The wrecked rider was, thankfully, intact, although he wouldn?t be staking any more vampires in the immediate future. Three other cycles could be heard revving in the distance, their unique, high-pitched rumblings sounding like a search pattern. I heard two other cycles shutting down as the riders dismounted and entered the alley, searching for me. The clinking of glass being cleared came to my ears as they entered the building beneath me, following the scent of my blood-red herring. I listened, through the din of the night?s sounds, until the Doppler effect of the other motorcycles? engines told me that the remaining riders were headed away.Some distance away, on the outskirts of the warehouse district, I saw flashing, pulsating lights and heard faint industrial dance music. Another plan formed in my mind. I needed a covert escape; whatever party was happening over there would suffice.Cloaked by midnight, leaping across alleys from one roof to the next, I stealthily removed myself from the hunters? proximity. I was slightly dirty, my dress torn and soiled a bit, but still looking sexy and demure. I was, however, exhausted. Contrary to popular belief, my kind does tire. My exertion had sapped my strength, drained my energy. I?d need to feed soon, lest my body shut down.Hugging the shadows, staying away from any prying eyes, around or above me, I neared the source of the lights and music; a Rave was going on, utilizing an empty warehouse. It was the perfect hunting ground, as well as the perfect place to enact my escape plan.With my dress smoothed, my face and exposed flesh wiped clean, and my sensual aura once more canlı bahis siteleri emanating from my body, I approached the throngs of people milling about. Several open, overhead doors, showed the chaotic frenzy going on inside. Flashing lights, lasers, and strobes filled the building, a crowded, writhing sea of bodies gyrating to the Electronic Dance Music inside. Drinks were in hand, dilated pupils were everywhere, and all were dressed flamboyantly, showing more skin than clothing.Outside, where it wasn?t as intensely loud, a large group of people milled about. Some of them were dancing, some chatting, some just partying. It was my kind of place. I was no longer the slayers' prey. The prey had become the predator, once more. I walked slowly, sexily, my hips swinging with every step, my breasts bouncing in invitation. All eyes turned towards me, the wake of my sexuality affecting them. I saw my lucky victim near one of the entrances. She would do nicely.She was quite young, maybe twenty-two or so years old. Roughly my height, of a body type similar to my own, although her breasts were a bit smaller and perkier, and dressed to thrill in a matching luminescent, shimmery halter top and mini skirt, complete with a glossy, tinsel wig. She was obviously very intoxicated; her wide, blue eyes sparkled with the flashing lights, her pupils as big as saucers. Although her attention seemed to be on the three young men in front of her, as they attempted to entice her to dance with them, in the hopes of getting more than just a dance, it was almost no effort to lure her into my proximity.Walking around her so that I was within her field of view, I stopped, primped myself a bit, jutting out my tits and letting my leg show through the slit in my dress. She immediately stopped talking and stared at me, enthralled. Staring into her eyes, all my passion and horny lust behind my gaze, I smiled at her. With a slight incline of my head, my eyes locking hers to me, a simple gnawing on my lower lip, as my eyes looked her over, was all it took. She immediately ignored her would-be suitors and approached, displaying open body language, her nipples hardening as she drew near.?I, uh,? she stuttered a bit as she felt my horny aura of sexuality. ?I love your dress. So sexy.? Her voice was youthful, exuberant, full of enthusiasm, and dripping with lusty undertones, enhanced by her chemically-altered euphoria.She reached out to touch my dress, her hand caressing the velvety material, her fingers groping at my breast, nude beneath canlı bahis the single layer of fabric. I placed my hand over hers and slowly guided her hand down my torso, looking deeply into her eyes.?Is it just the dress you like, or do you want more? I?d love to dance with you, feast on your flesh, and bring you to ecstatic rapture.? I spoke soothingly, slowly, drawing my vowels out, hypnotizing her with my sensual allure.As I spoke to her, mesmerizing her with my lusty energy, I wet my lips with my tongue, moving her hand down to the slit in my dress. She gasped in response, her eyes languid, her lower lip quivering with desire.?If you like the feel of velvet, I?m velvety soft, warm, and inviting,? I cooed to her.Her flesh was burning hot against my arousal. Her fingers deftly stroked my inner folds, a look of uncontrolled desire on her face. I pulled her into my body, feeling her heat, smelling her cheap perfume mixed with the alcohol on her breath.I whispered into her ear, my voice dripping with lust. ?I love your dress, too. Why don?t we trade clothes; wouldn?t that be fun? We can dance together, and I promise you that I?ll feast upon you, later. I guarantee that it will be the most amazing sensation you?ve ever felt in your life.??Trade?? she asked. Her voice attempted to sound uncertain, but it was obvious that she was consumed by lust. The lilt in her husky voice demonstrated carnal passion beyond her feeble words. The undulating of her stomach, as her breath came in orgasmic gasps, made her arousal obvious.?Yes, not only will it be so much fun, but I?ll get to see what I?m having for dinner.??But?? she paused, her face growing slightly red as a mischievous smile crossed her lips. ?These people. They?ll see.? Her nipples, growing harder, pushing against the shiny, reflective fabric, confessed to the fact that stripping in public aroused her.Smiling seductively, I turned her around, pressing my dripping crotch against her shapely ass. My arms wrapped around her, holding her close to me, her breathing growing heated. I ran my hands all over her body, exploring her upper thighs, roaming over her pert breasts, stroking her cheeks, and moistening my fingers on her sighing lips. Others took note and watched, stared, elbowed each other, and pointed. Nobody approached or interfered.?Let them look,? I whispered, tonguing her ear and kissing the nape of her neck. ?You know that those boys you were talking to just wanted to fuck you.?When I breathed out the word, ?fuck,? my hand clenched at her pussy. To my hands, it felt like grabbing fire. She moaned aloud at that, pressing her body into me. Her hips humped, involuntarily, as her passion overwhelmed her. I delighted at the feeling of her hard, round ass humping against my clit.