Vampire Sex Story

"You -think- I like to frighten you?" Chavos purred, finally turning back to face the girl curled up against her, "My dear, I thought you were smarter then that...I ADORE frightening you"

The womans mind churned. She needed to feed, it had been to long, and she couldn't just leave this child here again. Either she would have to take the time to bind the girl again, or, she could just feed from her.

Looking over the girls lithe body spread out before her, she grinned. She'd promised her clothing...that...would come later. First, Chavos meant to feed...the only thing she needed to decide now, was how hard and painful to make it for the child. Fear was a wonderful aphrodisiac after all, and it was soo much more satisfying when you could feel your meal squirming beneath you....

Chavos' eyes narrowed dangerously, looking very much like a snake as she hissed at Leah "And tis not the dogs bite you need worry about"

*Leah looked up at her apprehensively, eyes wide but still hopeful, as she shivered a little* You're...very good at frightening me, miss...*She clung to Chavos, knowing the woman meant her no good, but feeling so lost and confused and alone that even the arms of her tormenter were better than being alone* Are you going to...to bite me? The way you seem to read my mind, and see in the dark, and...I think you might really be a vampire. Or at least you really think you are - I don't really think there are such things. But then - certainly if there WERE, it's not as if I would ever be lucky enough to see one. Or unlucky enough.

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She had to stiffle the impulse to laugh. This was soo not the reaction she had hoped, and expected to get from the naive girl beside her, screaming, crying...that would have been about right, but for her to just continue to babble. She was really going to have to teach that girl to shut up....later...for now, she must feed.

Not bothering to try and keep up with, let alone answer the childs rambling and questions, the woman instead moved upon her. To say moved is an understatement, rather she seemed to unfurl and 'pounce' on the child. Catching both of Leah's wrists in one hand, a vice like grip keeping the girl still.