Did you know I was a vampire?

Our steps echoed in the dark. His torchlight did not light much, but it was an incredibly eerie sight. In the middle section were a series of arches that looked like a tunnel without walls, but on the sideways, in the galleries lined with windows and loopholes, dozens of very ancient-looking, eroded statues covered with dust, bird feathers and pigeon droppings were erratically scattered all over the place. Some birds were flapping and hooting in the distance. Something brushed past my hair, I was startled. “Don’t panic, it’s only bats”. “Did I tell you I was a vampire?” a sardonic smile appeared on his lips. He grabbed my arm and made me swirl, our bodies met in a slap. He pulled my hair back, bending me over. His lips were sucking on my neck, it gave me the chills. I needed air. Someone was staring at me with empty eyes, eyes watching eternity, almost dead eyes if it was not for the soft smile on her stone lips, she was beautiful. He was sucking and biting my neck. I suddenly felt dizzy. All these shapes in the dark, like frozen lives that would soon crumble into oblivion, curvaceous shapes that sang silent songs, I could almost hear them. Some shone in the dim light, subtle shades of grey and black, gusts of wind swayed past them, raising swirls of dust and feathers. I pushed him away. My nipples hard, I took his hand and guided it inside my cleavage, around my breasts, his other hand went down my belly under my skirt. I closed my eyes. He managed to get into my wetness and rubbed it. My hands unzipped him and felt his oozing hardness. I stretched my arms until I landed against one of the arches where I found a steel ring high up, I hung onto this ring. The torch light rolled on the floor. They were watching us as he pushed me against the wall, lifted my skirt, and made my back arch until it almost hurt. I turned my head to meet his lips, kissed him wildly, gasping. His hands wandered between my legs, split my lips open. His shaft was rubbing against my already dripping pussy. I could feel my clit swelling and throbbing. I arched my back even further so that his cock could slide inside me. We both gasped as my pussy took him in in one thrust. I was on my tip-toes, my legs shaking and my hips moved back and forth, my hands still clinging to the ring. I slowly started to wail as if he was still sucking my blood. I could hear his breathing in my neck, like a wounded animal, he joined me in my crying, the echo answering, multiplying the sounds that rose like a prayer in a cathedral. The shapes around us were flickering in the faint light, I could swear they had started moving, but was absorbed by our own shapes moving in the dark and the wailing that turned into a complaint. Suddenly, out of my throat came the cry of a dying animal and he joined me, our bodies shaking in ecstasy.

After a little while, in silence, we left the bridge. “You made me hungry, Frenchy. Let’s go and get some croissants, and than I’ll have you as a treat”, he said in a smile. Off we went.

(To be continued)