He roars out in laughter. “No.” I wish I were that awesome. He brushes my hair from my face. “But…” He starts to say something and stops. His eyes peer deep into mine for a moment. It is almost aery. “I do have a secret.” He utters and adjusts his body so he is leaning on his elbows, facing toward me. His bare ass is hanging out of the sheets and all I can think of is how badly I want to grab it again. I try to focus on his words but my eyes keep drifting to his naked body. I lick my lips and go in for a kiss. He pushes me back, and this overwhelming feeling of calm rushes through me. I lean back and wait for him to tell me so we can get on with the orgasms. “I am a vampire.” He says, his Irish accent is stronger than ever and I burst out into laughter. “You are so funny. Really, Thayer, you know how to lighten the mood. Now can you get back to the business of pleasuring me and leave your comedian role behind?” I giggle and lunge at him. My frame is on top of his now and our skin is sticking together from the sweat.
“Chenille, you are a witch but you don't believe in vampires?” He asks me with a straight face. I seriously can't believe he is doing this right now of all times. I'm all for humor but not during the naked hours of the day. “No I don't. I have always known them to be urban legends. Fake. Made up for movies.” I answer and lean up on his hips. I love the way his cock feels between my folds. I glare down at him and wiggle my hips a little so he will stop all this talk and start up his huge cock toy again. His eyes change to a deep shade of brown, nearly black. I can't take my eyes off them and I notice something happening with his face. I can see the blood in his veins pulsating. It is the strangest, but most mesmerizing thing I have ever witnessed. Just as I come out of my trance, Thayer sits up and grabs my shoulders, pushing me to the bed. “Look at me. Do you see what I am turning into?” He opens his lips and I see his sharp fangs. I don't get scared but I am interested in what is going on. I reach out my hand and touch one of them to check if they are real. “Holy shit, you really are a fucking vampire.” I run my fingers over his face and feel the veins underneath his skin beating. “How? I…” I am stuttering over the words. I mean what do you say to a vampire. I always thought my first words would be “Change me” but now as it is actually happening I am unsure of how to handle the situation. I have been alone in this room with a real-life vampire. Handcuffs, rope and hundreds of sex toys that could be used to hurt me are at every inch of this room. Oh wait, he has fangs and probably a tremendous strength to do that. I can feel my heart race a little, as I think of all the things he could have done to me but instead he just had sex with me over and over. “Wait; is there some special sex power that vampires have?” I ask him as I squirm to get out of his grasp. “No, but I can compel you to do whatever I want and have orgasm after orgasm so that's what I made you do.” He says smugly, finally releases his grip and climbs off me so I can get up. “Are you going to kill me?” I ask in fear of the answer. I pace back and forth in the room. My naked body is starting to get cold whether it is from the temperature of the room or the fear that is now invading my mind I am unsure. “No I am not going to kill you. I can't even feed off you if I wanted. Your blood is like poison to me. A coven cast a spell centuries ago so that vampires could no longer feed on witches. It took away the fear witches had so they no longer see us as a threat. We can stay hidden since they are no longer trying to harm us and we can't harm them. Guess that's why you thought we were fictional.” He explains then stands and strolls over to me. He takes my hand and looks in my eyes. “I only made you orgasm. I promise that is all I did. I am sorry I didn't tell you before. I just wanted to give you something too and without the magic. I honestly wasn't going to tell you and leave this morning but now I feel different and I want to come back and see you outside of these black walls.” His words flow and I hear them but my brain is confused by what he is saying and also by what I am feeling. “Do you think we can do this without the mind games?” I ask and slowly turn my head away from him.
“I can and I know you can. I've seen you for months coming into the bar and we have something. No gimmicks. No magic. I can feel something between us. What do you say?” He convinces me but only because I am horny and let’s be real. I felt it. That’s why I kept going back week after week. I wanted to be with him. Sure, I played the same tired game of landing the hot guy and I did scout him for a couple months before making my move. I normally walk in and walk out with someone. With Thayer, I was more interested in him than the sex but in the end, I chose sex because I have never had a real relationship before. With the secret of being a witch, I was content being a hussy instead of a girlfriend. Besides, after I erased their minds, they never know who I truly am. I stare at Thayer’s hands that are still holding mine. “I don’t know how to be a girlfriend or how to live life with a man outside these 4 black walls.” A single tear falls down my face and I lower my head toward the ground. His cold hand lifts my chin up and his thumb brushes across my chin, wiping the tear before it slides down my neck. “Chenille, I have been alone for decades, waiting for the perfect match to come into my world. I believe that it could be you. We both have hidden secrets that we keep from the outside world and I think it’s time that we have someone other than family to confide in. Please say you will.” His larger than ever voice seems so small as he tries convincing me that we could work.
“Okay, I will try but on one condition.” I whisper.
“Anything.” He murmurs back.
“Fuck me now.” I look closely at him and his eyes glisten.
He reaches behind my back and scoops me up in his arms just below my ass. We have been standing in this same spot for several minutes now and my skin is like ice. “I will have you warmed up in now time baby.” He utters as he carries me out the door and down the hallway to my bedroom. He lays me on the bed and carefully drapes the comforter over me. He slides in beneath the covers and leans in close to me as I lay shivering. New York City in the winter is brutal if you are not used to it or have a good heater in your building. I whisper, “Warm me up, just enough, warm me up buttercup”, biting my lower lip to set the spell. The room slowly starts to warm up and Thayer plants a sweet yet passionate kiss on me. His lips are so plump that I can’t help but lick them. This time the sex is slow and more passionate. I am completely taken in and enjoying every moment without any magic or compulsion. He knows every curve of my body and every spot that sends me over the edge. After an entire night of getting to know each other, we have finally begun to enjoy the satisfaction on a much higher level. Emotional pleasure. I don’t know how I could have forgotten that pleasure is more than just spells but being emotionally involved. Connecting with the person that is with you and embracing every inch of their body. It sends me into a completely new level of pleasure.