C10 Lewis, a Vampire

/- Dianne -/

As my fingers traced gentle circles, massaging his scalp, I struggled to contain the flood of sensations coursing through me. Why was I allowing myself to be affected by him in this way? After all, he was merely human... Yet, in this moment, I found myself getting overly excited with what he was doing to me. Still, a yearning stirred within me, a desire to feel the weight of his rod upon me, I would really love to feel it inside me, move in and out of me.

"Arrghh '' I moaned softly as my fangs bore its way out of my gums and my need for blood was increasing and getting so much that I couldn't handle it. "goddamn it" I said amidst moans as he drove and twirled his tongue deep inside me. He wrapped his hands around my thighs, putting me in a lock and just about that time I hit my peak, I couldn't hold it in anymore and I let my milk out.

As I cummed on his face, I felt the need for blood increase. It became worse than it was this morning. Just as my cum hit his face, he rose and immediately I hugged him, I let my fangs pierce deep down into the nape of his neck. His blood tasted so sweet and I felt my whole body system feel so at ease. As I gulped down the blood I got from him at that moment, I felt so alive and so refreshed. I had let my taste for blood get the better of me and I had just hurt someone that meant a lot to me. I claim to love him but I couldn't control the monster in me.

As I reached the peak of ecstasy and let my cum be his face paint, the insatiable hunger for blood that surged through me in the morning came again, even intensifying beyond the morning's cravings. As he rose to meet me, I embraced him, allowing my fangs to penetrate the tender flesh of his neck. The taste of his blood was a mix of sweetness, coursing through my veins and soothing every fiber of my being. In that one moment as I gulped his blood, I felt truly alive, revitalized by the primal essence of his essence. Yet, amidst the whole scenario, a sharp strike of remorse pierced my heart. Despite my professed and self acclaimed love for him, I was powerless against the beast within, succumbing to the primal appetite that threatened to consume us both.

"Arrghh, help me, my body feels cold" he screamed as he fell to the floor rolling in obvious pain, his skin became pale and his veins were made visible.

"As I stood up from the bed, he grabbed my leg so tight and with pain in his voice, he said "help me……what have you done?"

I felt pain but decided to just let him be there while I watched him. His skin became totally white and his eyes had blood stains on them.

A searing pain shot through Lewis's body as he felt his life force being drained away. In that moment of agony, he realized the horrifying truth, he was being turned into a vampire against his will.

As the transformation took hold, Lewis's senses became heightened, his vision sharpening and his thirst for blood overwhelming. He staggered back, staring in disbelief at me, now seeing me as his maker.

"What have you done to me?" he whispered, the realization of his new existence sinking in. Yet, as he struggled with the horror of his fate, a primal hunger stirred within him, a hunger that could only be eased by the taste of human blood.

Driven by an insatiable thirst, Lewis crawled around my room with a restless spirit in search of blood, his senses attuned to the pulsing rhythms of life around him. But with each passing moment, his hunger grew more desperate, eating at his insides like a wild beast. During this period, I had taken my time to close the whole windows in the room, blocking the sunlight from getting in. With each passing moment, Lewis's control slipped further and further away. He prowled the room like a predator on the hunt, his eyes ablaze with primal hunger.

I had already brought myself to accept the undeniable truth that in my selfish quest to quench my thirst for blood through sex, I had unwittingly transformed my boyfriend into a vampire. The very creatures I loathed and despised. While part of me wanted to help him in his newfound existence, another part of my soul struggled to accept the idea of assisting a being I had once and still despise.

But as time wore on, Lewis's desperation turned to despair. With no potential victim in sight for him to feed on, he felt himself fighting for his identity on the edge of madness. It was at that moment I decided to let him feed on me. As a hybrid I was able to conceal my presence and hide my scent. When I poured out my aura into the room, he ran wild towards me, his fangs bare and his body trembling with anticipation. In a moment of surrender, I wholeheartedly offered my wrist to Lewis, allowing him to feed on the mixed blood that flowed within.

As the rich crimson liquid filled his mouth, Lewis felt a surge of power unlike anything he had ever known. In that moment of communion, he realized thatl his destiny as a vampire was not one of solitary despair, but of belonging to a greater whole.

During all these, Sarah had woken up and she instinctively came upstairs. As she stepped into the room and saw Lewis lying on the floor with my hand bleeding, she immediately went all banshee mode and almost attacked Lewis but came to an abrupt stop as I stood in front of Lewis to protect him.

"What are you doing Dianne?" She asked as she stared directly into my eyes as if she wanted to remove the answers before I could say them.

"Let me handle this Sarah, I did this." I replied as I walked towards her slowly.

"Did what?" She asked, arching her brows.

"I made him a vampire," I replied, holding her hands.

She said nothing but at that moment I had twelve guesses of what she would have said.