Bela Lugosi’s Dead, Chapter 2
Friday, December 5th, 2008Full Story Here
Chapter 2
She began to kiss him, tenderly at first, then almost ravenously. “I can hear your heart beating and it drives me insane with hunger,” she panted, grinding her fine lithe body up against his erection. He ran his hands up and down her, feeling the muscles coiled and tense, almost like a feral being about to spring.
For a moment, that frightened him. But then that edge of desire inside his belly grew and unfurled its wings – a hot, needy, deep-seated lust, one like he had not felt in a long long time. He started unzipping her dress.
She practically tore the clothes off him, kissing all over him, nibbling, pushing him down to his bed, pulling off his pants and briefs. Stripped down to nothing but her panties, she lay on top of him rubbing her heavy breasts against his chest. She pushed one of her large velvety nipples into his mouth, commanding him to suck on her. He felt as though his entire body was on fire now, his cock swollen and pounding against her wet panties. He could smell her sex, but underneath that, an odd smell, a sweetly rotting smell.
She pulled his hands above his head, and then bit on his earlobe hard enough to draw blood, hungrily lapping it up. It hurt like hell. He was not into pain at all, but oddly it turned him on even more to hear and feel her pointy little tongue nibbling and licking the blood that welled out.
Once again the fear came back, stronger this time. He was used to being the dominant one, a demanding lover. Once again, hot desire overcame his fear. Not only that, but… almost a lethargy. That was it – a lethargy where he had fallen into a deep well of her hunger and desire as well as his, and it simply didn’t seem worth the effort to crawl back out.
She nibbled and kissed down his throat, growling to herself as she licked it. He braced himself for another bite, but she worked her way down, down to his pulsing throbbing cock. Her long, fine silky hair and hard nipples traced down his quivering body.
Taking his cock in her hands she licked it, she rubbed it all over her tits and neck and face, inhaling its scent. “I can hear your heart throbbing in your cock, and it drives me insane with hunger,” she repeated, almost word for word from before.
And then she bit into the throbbing vein that stood out in relief down the shaft of it. Bit hard enough to hurt. Bit hard enough to draw blood. Rather than go down, or even to push her away, he wanted her to continue. The feeling in his stomach and cock and balls was a pure liquid fire, pulsating as she fed. Amazingly, his erection did not go down at all, even when he was almost to the point of passing out from blood loss. He wanted this to continue forever, to feel this liquid fire in his groin, to pass out from ecstasy if nothing else. Finally she stopped and licked his wounds. Even in the throes of his neediness he was amazed to see his wounds completely disappear almost as if by magic.
She looked up and smiled at him. There was blood on her teeth. Rather than be disgusted, he felt the urge to lick it off. She said “I have taken much of your life-force tonight, but you are so very strong. I like that. I will make you cum for me now, and steal a bit more.” With that, she started sucking on him deeply, causing his cock to go into an ecstasy of spasms, as he came over and over, buckets it seemed, as she squeezed his balls forcing them to drain into her mouth.
Finally she stopped.
“I wish I could say that I am satiated now, my newly-acquired friend but alas I am not.”
She crawled up on top of him once again. He felt himself wanting to go to sleep now, to drift down into blackness, but she was having none of that.
She shook him awake. “You must ask me to take you.”
“What??? We’ve already done the deed. I need to sleep now.. Baby, I gotta tell you though you were an awesome lay. Maybe we can hook up again sometime.”
“Look into my eyes. NOW. Now ask me to take you.” He looked and, amazingly, felt himself getting hard again. The fire inside was only banked it seemed, not extinguished. He felt himself falling, falling into her, losing his sense of self altogether. He was compelled to ask her. There was no other way.
“Please take me. Please.”
“Gladly,” she said. And with that she ripped his throat out, growling softly to herself.


