My Night With A Vampire

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I’ve always felt different. I couldn’t explain why flowers seemed to bloom brighter when I touched them, or why animals trusted me like an old friend. But like most young coeds, I chalked it up to being “quirky.” Before My Night With A Vampire. My acceptance letter to Tulane offered the perfect chance to leave behind my hometown in Maryland and dive into the electric pulse of New Orleans. The city called to me like a warm lullaby — one I didn’t recognize but couldn’t resist.

As soon as I arrived, the air wrapped around me like silk. Soon, I’d have my night with a vampire. Jazz spilled from every open door. But beneath the music and the heat, I sensed something else. Magic. In the air, in the music, in the food, all around me. During my first week on campus, I hadn’t had my night with a vampire yet. I wandered through the French Quarter at dusk. Gas lamps flickered against the cobblestone streets. A fortune teller waved me over with weathered fingers.

“You carry old blood,” the woman rasped. “Fae blood.” Of course, I laughed. “I’m not a fairy.” The fortune teller’s cloudy eyes locked on hers. “You are. You’ve just forgotten.” 
“Next, you’ll tell me I’ll spend tomorrow night with a vampire,” I respond, feeling unsure.

The fortune teller chuckles,

“Very intuitive, just wait and see, my dear, you know more than you think.” The words shook me to the core. I felt the hum in my fingertips grow stronger. Surely she wasn’t serious, I definitely have no plans of having My Night With A Vampire. Two nights later, everything changed. At a masked ball thrown by one of the local fraternities, I wore a flowing emerald dress that clung to my body like ivy. A silver mask framed her glistening brown eyes.

I danced, laughed, drank too much sweet wine, and for the first time, let myself fully belong. If there were a possibility, this would definitely be My Night With A Vampire. Then he appeared. Tall. Incredibly tall. Skin pale like moonlight. His eyes burned crimson under his black mask. When he reached for my hand, my skin tickled as if electricity ran through my veins.

My Night With A Vampire

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered. His voice slid through me like soft velvet. “Do I know you?” I asked. “Not yet.” He led me away from the swirling crowd, into a garden wrapped in shadows and jasmine. The air was thick with tension, the heavy scent of flowers, and something else. Hunger.

“I feel like I should be afraid of you,” I admitted. “Then you’re wiser than most.” Then he grinned devilishly, revealing the slightest of fangs. So she wasn’t just a gimmicky fortune teller. So I will have My Night With  A Vampire. I was only joking. Logic screamed at me to run, but my body pulsed with lust. The fae magic inside me recognized him. Therefore, this wasn’t a chance. This was fate. My Night With  A Vampire, and  Alien Probe Is My Fantasy. It would be a night to never forget.

“You’re not human,” I said, As My Night With A Vampire started

 “Neither are you, little fae.” His hand cupped my cheek. “Your power called me.” As he slid his fingers down my body, cupping my throbbing kitty, which obviously is calling him. His lips claimed mine before I could even answer. As my skin glowed faintly, a soft shimmer of emerald under the moonlight. I tangled my fingers into his dark hair and surrendered beneath his lips.

He pressed me against the garden wall. His hands mapped my body, tracing every curve with adoration but also hunger. I gasped as his teeth grazed my neck, not breaking skin, only teasing. Beneath my skin, I vibrate wanting to jump him right then. Alas, My Night With A Vampire was not in my control. Rather his. “I won’t take your blood tonight,” he promised. “But I will take your pleasure.”

He lifted me effortlessly,

as if I weighed nothing at all. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist. Then with his body pressed hard against mine, every movement deliberate, as though he’d waited centuries for this moment. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers expertly maneuvered my clit, entering inside my swollen hot drenched pussy. Suddenly, magic flares around us like an aura. My Night With A Vampire was everything I could ever imagine.

Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, otherworldly energy weaving through every breath and every thrust. As he penetrates me, I feel every inch of his cold, long, hard shaft. His cock touched the depths of my soul. There was only him, only me. Once we were done, he’d barely broken a sweat, yet I was left incapacitated in my own juices, after countless orgasms.

When we fell in the soft grass, exhausted and breathless, I felt the full extent of my blossoming. So it began, my night with a vampire was just the start.
“I don’t even know your name,” I whispered.
“Lazarus,” he said, tracing his thumb along my swollen lips. “And you, my fairy girl, have only just begun to understand what you are.”
After the night pulsed around us, in New Orleans, where the veil runs thin, my new life had only begun.

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