Neon Fangs

POV victor. ***Warning ⚠️⚠️ sexually explicit content***

She has the most peaceful expression while asleep.

I couldn't look away, even her snoring was adorable, but the human male who's head was currently resting on her shoulder angered me.

My mind kept drifting to thoughts of rending his fled from bone. drinking down his hot blood, he can't have my kitten.

Her apartment was dark aside from the TV mounted on the wall. watching her sleep was soothing, yet I wanted to wake her. to see that wondrous terror in her eyes.

ever so carefully I brushed a curl back from her face. Tonight I would let her sleep, enjoying her final night of normalcy. before I take over her mind and body completely consuming her, making her mine.

I sat in silence for a few hours when the hunger crept in. my kitten's scent was making me dizzy.

In this state if I were to drink from her I would drain her, and as appealing as that sounds I had other urges that took president.

My mide kept playing back the image of her lips around my cock, her face a perfect depiction of despair.

My cock grew painfully hard, straining against my jeans.

hunger and need burned through my veins.

This is a dangerous game I chose to play. but it was intoxicating, I can hardly keep the smile from my face.

I've lingered here too long, I risked ending my game early.

It was one of those balmy, moist nights and to my delight I had my pick of humans.

they are out in droves, no one would notice a member of their herd was gone till morning.

Most stood in lines to enter over crowded clubs, the neon gleaming off sweat covered skin.

picking a promising hunting ground, its large neon sign and overpowering smell of liquor intriguing me.

the line wrapped around the block, but that won't do.

The bouncer was a bulky mountain of a human, yet getting past him shouldn't be an issue. He won't even remember our interaction.

Confidently sauntering up to the roped off entrance,

the man eyeing me up and down, like I was his next meal and not the other way around.

Maybe finding my meal would be easier than I thought.

"Hey handsome" he called, this was going to be fun.

"I've been looking for a good time, any idea where I can enjoy myself" he ran his tongue over his lip, I could see his member hardening.

"Honestly I don't feel like cutting corners, I can see that you want me. Can you step away?" My question made his heart rate increase.

lifting one finger he disappeared into the dark club.

He wasn't gone for more than 4 minutes, when another man came to take his place.

"Steven's waiting for you in the lounge, room number 8" he said, lifting the rope ushering me into the surprisingly dark club, the heady scent of tobacco and sex hung in the air. The steady thump of music pulsing under my boots.

I had told back a chuckle, the name of the club glowing back at me, the best twist of my night (Fangs) I knew this was going to be a Good night.

The lounge was at the opposite end of the dance floor, hundreds of human between me and my meal.

as I trudged my way through the drunken throng, overly excited hands grazing my body, a few men and women attempted to lure me into a dance.

I hardly pay them any mind. The so-called lounge was up a steep staircase, only lit by purple blacklight.

closer to the top I hear the distinct sound of breathy moans and grunts of pleasure. My excitement grows with each step.

number 8 was crudely scrawled on a dark red metal door.

marijuana wafted from the other side.

ready or not here I come.

on the other side was a sight to behold.

plush circular couch with a matching ottoman, a small well stocked bar in its corner. an entire wall covered in different entertainment articles , wips, pattles, toys, restraints and leather suits.

Steven already occupied a spot on the purple couch, a drink in one hand and joint in the other, a predatory gleam in his gaze as he drank me in, his shirt was already discarded on the floor.

His body was something out of an athletic magazine, cut six pack abs and a perfect v visible above his low slung black jeans. what really caught and held my attention was his pierced nipples and his non discreet tattoos over his groin (Daddy's boy).

His face was perfect clean cut jaw and aristocratic nose and striking green eyes, his hair shaved close on the side and left helplessly teased on top, he was just my type.

"You like what you see, pretty boy" his voice husky, and full of need.

"I do and I want to see more" I teased, he sucked in a deep breath.

taking a final drag of his joint and downing what smelled like whiskey he stood sauntering towards me, I could tell just by his gait he was well hung.

Truly I enjoyed watching him, he was magnificent.

pulling out my pack I shook out two cigarettes offering one to my new plaything.

He took it placing the fag between his full lips, this man just oozed sex.

lighting it for myself then him, he just held my gaze, maybe I would have more than a meal tonight.

his body screamed for me to touch it.

"Take off your coat, loosen up a bit beautiful" he urges " does the pretty boy have a name" he asked

for one second I thought about giving him a different name, but what harm would it be giving him my name, I've been alive for so long I no longer exist.

"Victor"

"Ah I like that, Victor" he rolled the R turning my name into something dirty and sexy.

Taking my hand in his , he led me to the couch, I discarded my leather jacket on the way.

"Wow you are so built, I would have never guessed" his fingers trailed dorn my chest, his touch arousing me. I didn't realize how touch starved I was till now, this man with easy eyes had me in his clutch.

After about four shots of expensive whiskey his lips had found mine. when we broke our embrace I was straddling his lap, breath coming out in pants.

"I want you" he growled.

"You already have me"

We kissed again, teeth clashing and tongues battling. His hands slipped under my shirt, rubbing over my soft skin, making me shiver with desire.

His lips left my mouth to travel down my throat and onto my collarbone, sucking the tender flesh until I felt him tighten his grasp around me, pulling me tighter onto him.

I pushed him back onto the sofa, my hand roaming all over his body.

His dick twitched and I grinned. I reached down between us and palmed it roughly earning a loud moan from my prey.

He began bucking up into my hand. I was right he was hung.

"I'm gonna fuck you right here" he rasped, I moaned just from the pure erotic nature of this moment.

He continued grinding and thrusting himself into my hand, moaning loudly.

My own breathing had become uneven and erratic, the only thing I knew of right now was how hot his body was against mine.

"I want you in my mouth baby" he cried.

"Then do it Daddy's boy" I whispered seductively.

he laughed, grabbing me around the waist flipping me off him pushing my all too willing body on to the soft couch.

He was kneeling between my legs. He pulled a condom from his pocket and slowly rolled it over me.

a gasp escaped my lips, as his hot tongue and lips took my cock.

"mmm, yes yes" I whimpered.

he leaned down kissing every inch of me.

my nails dug into his shoulders hissing at the exquisite pleasure I felt.

"Victor, you're so big I can hardly take you all," he gasped before I tangled my fingers in his messy mop, forcing my thick cock down his throat. He must like it rough because he's humming in pleasure. I'm on cloud 9.

My climax comes quickly, the warm liquid rushing from his mouth.

he pulls his tongue from my cock licking his lips.

"I want to be inside you baby" he purrs, pulling my pants the rest of the way off.

"Get on ur hands and knees like a good boy"

he demanded, with a lust filled expression I did as I was told.

As he sat between my thighs he gently licked my ass hole. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes letting him work his magic.

"Come for me Victor, I know you want to" he cooed, pressing his fingers inside me.

"fuck...I want you to fill me" I groan.

"you're so wet baby, just let me take you."

"yes daddy" he slid inside me.

this was heaven.

and so fucking good.

I've never been the bottom before, it felt amazing.

but my hunger still thrummed just below my skin.

I felt horrible this beautiful man had just given me the orgasm of a lifetime, and for once I didn't want to drain him.

plus I wanted him in me again, he laid back against the couch. catching his breath, he was still hard and I was ready.

pulling myself into his lap I lower myself onto him, his length painfully stretching me once again.

my head resting on his shoulder as I ride Steven up and down.

my face is so close to his vein, his blood smells like heaven.

"oh baby please" steven moaned gripping at my hips.

I couldn't hold back any longer, my fangs cutting from my gums, ever so gently raking them over his jugular.

He arched his back as I sunk my fangs into him, his veins full of sweet blood.

the taste of his warm salty blood in my mouth made me feel alive.

Steven was completely rigid beneath me, his hands clenched in fists holding onto my hips as I sucked harder, I could taste him on my tongue, and for a moment I wanted to stop. I had drunk my fill.

Steven would love to see another day, I ran my tongue over the wound healing him.

"What the hell was that?"

"that was feeding"

"feeding? what the fuck do you mean feeding? I don't even understand where the hell you're going with this! You can't seriously think I'm going to let you just keep doing that!" he shouted, shoving me off of him, pulling a small knife from his discarded jeans.

"go ahead I'll just heal" I stated, and for the first time I realized how alone I was.

"what the hell is going on!!"

"What are you? some kind of vampire!?" he was hysterical, wiping his eyes that had started to fill with unshed tears.

"Yes' ' I whisper, flashing him my bloody fangs.

all the fight left him, he approached me no hate no fear, but wonder.

" How?" he asked, then cocked his head to the side in confusion "Why didn't you kill me?" That was the real question, why didn't I?

"I'm not really sure" I answer truthfully, looking away.

he placed both hands on my shoulders, turning me towards him

"Why didn't you kill me?"

"I don't know, I guess I just didn't want you dead"

he chuckled bitterly.

"Well I suppose that's a good answer," he laughed, pulling me to his arms.

I must be going soft, I didn't want to leave his arms.

I feel the same pull to him that I feel for my kitten, and now I want him, and from the look in his eyes I think he feels the same.