Moonlight Ecstasy

She awoke with her thighs quivering and a wet spot between her legs. Her body was in a state of ecstasy as if she was ready to be plunged deeply into love. This startled her, she didn’t know why she felt this way.

She felt a cold breeze and looked over to the window. Surely, she thought to herself, I closed that. The curtains were swaying in the cool night wind and standing beside them was the most handsome, but yet frightening, man she had ever seen. If you could really call him a man.

Standing in her room was a man that seemed to tower seven feet tall. Maybe that was just the air about him, she didn’t know. He had long wavy black hair that hung loosely over his broad shoulders. His eyes were a deep pool of black, but yet comforting. His skin was a shade close to death and yet almost reborn. His body was that of an athlete, strong and powerful.

Her first reaction was to scream, but something stopped her. Her thighs still quivered and her body was more alive then ever before. She was drawn to him. He was calling her, but no words left his mouth.

She sat up in bed, tilted her head, and lowered her collar to her nightgown. This exposing her beautiful neck and life vein he so hungered for. He slowly moved over to the bed, almost as if he was floating. He gently placed his arm under her back and pulled her to him, this making her body leave the comfort of her bed and placing her in his strong arms. He sniffed the skin on her neck like a wild dog and he ravished her.

She could feel her blood leaving her body and she began to get wet again. Her womanly hood began to tingle and her nipples tightened. She heard herself scream out in pleasure. This seemed to arouse the creature of the night because he sucked on her neck harder. He began to moan with every drop of blood that flooded into his mouth. Her back ached from how his grip tightened with every draw of blood he took from her.

Her pleasure began to build and she could feel that she was about to explode. She thought to herself how it was funny that she never felt this good during sex. She never wanted to go back to that place again.

Her moans began to come on her as quickly as they had left her. She couldn’t draw in enough breath to sustain her, but yet that turned her on more. Her body shook with pleasure as he drew his last taste of blood.

He released his tight grip on her and set her back on the bed. He looked into her eyes and held out his long-fingered hand. She took it without hesitation. He lifted her out of bed and they walked over to the window. He picked her small body up into his arms and they flew out the window to an unknown place in the night.






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