Ravaged

It was well past sundown when Lydia sighed and stood up from her desk chair, drained from a late work night. It was her first time being in charge of a major project since joining the firm a few months ago, and she had lost track of time trying to make sure everything went smoothly. Her job wasn't anything she was particularly passionate about, but she was tight on funds, as most 24 year olds are, and she eagerly sought a promotion. She didn't have much family left, and she hadn't made many friends since moving to the city for work, so no one really noticed all the late nights she had been pulling lately. This made her feel a bit lonely, but she had been learning to live with it the past few months.

After gathering her things, Lydia peered out into the hallway to see that hers was the only remaining office with the lights still on. She was alone. She slipped each arm into a green plaid sleeve, lifting her hair off of her neck and out of the cowl of her coat. She turned off the lights in her office and scooped up her canvas bag and began to step toward the dimly lit stairwell. As she closed the office door behind her, she felt a tingle creep up her spine. She suddenly felt a strange presence.

As quickly as she could take a soft, kitten-heeled step, an attractive but disheveled gentleman leapt out from around the corner, barring the stairwell's entry. Lydia gasped, quickly hopping backwards and scanning his appearance to see if she recognized him from the office. The man was tall and pale, with cool grey eyes and dark brown hair that curled just past his collarbones. He sported two silver stud earrings in each ear and wore a matching chain around his neck. The handsome stranger wore a black satin shirt with the first few buttons undone, coated with a leather trenchcoat. Realizing she had never seen him before, Lydia stumbled on her words. "How did you..." He stepped toward Lydia and towered over her, smirking. "Long night love?" he asked in a gruff but charming English accent.

Lydia stammered, unable to speak as she noticed a fang curl over as he bit his lip. She abandoned the train of thought that questioned how this man had gained entry to the building, directing her attention to the handsome but intimidating stranger. The stranger reached out and gently pulled Lydia's long golden brown hair behind her shoulder, brushing her neck with the back of his knuckles. She shuddered as she felt the fanged creature's fingers begin to expand around the circumference of her neck. His other hand reached out to pin her against the wall by her chest. His eyes widened as an electric green glow began to surround his pupils. "Please-" Lydia whimpered. "Don't stress princess, it'll just be a little pinch," the stranger leered. Lydia froze as his sharp teeth sank into the side of her neck, piercing her flesh and filling the man's mouth with crimson liquid. He pulled back from Lydia's neck and licked her blood off of the front of his teeth, gathering Lydia's hair behind her head as if he were going to put it in a ponytail. "Please," pleaded Lydia. "Don't hurt me, I'll do anything." The greedy vampire snickered and took her chin in his hand."Anything?" he smirked, tilting her head up to look at him. "Yes! Anything! There must be something I can do for you..." Lydia trailed off as he lifted his hand to trace her bottom lip with his thumb. He leaned his head over to lick her leaking wound, dragging his tongue up towards her chin. "Why don't you start by taking that top off for me," he laughed softly into her ear. Lydia felt her face burn as the man slowly took a step away from her to watch as she dropped her bag to the floor and hesitantly slipped out of her coat. She stared at him, her mouth falling partially open. She was terrified, but could not help but feel her blood swell to the surface of her skin. This violent creature was much more tempting than she had imagined a vampire would be. The intoxicating scent of bourbon and leather distracted her from the metallic scent on his breath. "Well, keep on then, gorgeous. You want to do something for me right?" Lydia shakily began to unfasten the buttons on her purple blouse, her heart pounding harder as each one opened. The cold air sent a shiver down her spine as she felt her blouse hit the floor. The sides of the vampire's mouth curled as he slowly circled around Lydia to stand behind her. He traced his finger up her bare spine and unhooked her white lace bra in one swift motion. "What's your name sweetheart?" he inquired as he reached his hands around her to cup each of her breasts. "L-Lydia," she replied. "Mmm... Lydia..." he whispered. "You can call me Julian." Julian firmly gripped the fleshy part of Lydia's hips and began to gently nibble on her neck below the first wound which had since stopped bleeding. "What are you doing?" she questioned timidly. He laughed quietly to himself. "I just want to taste you again. Just a couple bites, won't kill you. Although, you might be begging me to bring you to eternity with me by the time I'm through with you." Distracted by Julian's black polished fingertips gently brushing her nipples, Lydia breathily muttered, "Fine..." Julian sank his teeth into her neck once more, but this bite was slow and soft, yet his sharp fangs dipped deeper into her neck this time. Lydia wanted to scream out in pain, but with Julian's hands caressing her pussy over her skirt, all she could do was groan with pleasure.

Julian pulled away to smile at her, and a bit of her blood dripped from the corner of his mouth to his shirt. He leaned in and kissed Lydia passionately, leaving her lips painted with her own blood. She brushed her lips with her finger and glanced down at the red stain it left. Julian grabbed her by the wrist and brought her hand to his mouth. He ran his tongue along the side of her finger before sucking it into his mouth, not wanting to waste a drop of Lydia. After shaking off his trench coat, showing little concern for buttons, he tore his shirt over his head. Standing in front of Lydia now, he reached behind her to unzip her skirt, push it to the floor, and coax her forward to step out of her shoes, leaving her in only a teal pair of cotton panties. Julian reached behind her and brushed his palms down her entire backside. Lydia glanced down at the bulge in Julian's dark jeans. Smirking at her interest, he picked up her hand and cupped it around his dick. Lydia felt a deep swelling sensation shoot through her entire lower half. She knew how wrong this was, but something about him hypnotized her to the point of losing herself. Julian's silver belt buckle jingled as he hastily opened it and yanked the black leather belt out of its loops. Lydia slipped the button of his jeans open and slowly unzipped him. He leaned over to kiss her earlobe and whispered, "Why don't you get on your knees for me?" Blushing and looking at the floor, she did what Julian said and dropped to her knees. He released his girthy length from his black boxer briefs and pulled up a desk behind him to sit on, lowering his dick to the height of Lydia's mouth. She wanted to drool, but instead let her saliva pool up in her mouth. She touched his tip to her lips and let the pool drip out, using her hand to stroke him and coat his shaft in her spit. Julian groaned with pleasure as she gripped him up and down. He cupped her chin in his hand again and lifted it up to make her look at him. Holding her gaze, he let out a quiet but commanding mutter. "Open that pretty little mouth baby." Lydia quickly swirled her saliva around to wet the sides of her mouth and throat and dropped her lower lip, creating the perfect tight shape for Julian's dick. He passed his tip through her lips, and slowly pushed the first half of his shaft into her mouth. He began stroking it in and out, careful not to let the tip past the back of her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him and began to slide them up and down to the rhythm of his thrusts. Then, Julian suddenly pulled himself out of her mouth completely. "Ready for the rest?" he grinned. Mesmerized by his thick and veiny member, Lydia couldn't look away. "I can take it." she muttered. He tickled her jaw to coax her to look up to him. "I know you can, love," he snickered. "I'm asking you if you want me in your throat," Speaking purely on instinct, Lydia choked out,

"Yes."

"I'm not convinced," Julian replied, "Tell me how you want it."

Entranced, Lydia gripped his shaft again. "I want it deep in my throat, Julian. Please." Julian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Show me." he said sternly. "Show me what a good girl you are."

Feeling a throbbing gush in her panties, Lydia let the tip of his dick glide past her lips again. She slowly slid her lips down his shaft, tightening her cheeks around it the further she got. She felt the tip go as far down her throat as she could take as she got to the base. She pulled him out of her mouth, took a deep breath, and thrusted him all the way into her throat, faster this time. As she got into a good rhythm, Julian began thrusting along with her. "I knew you'd be a good girl for me... fuck, you look so pretty sucking me like that." he muttered. Just as Lydia rolled her eyes up to look at him, she felt his cum begin to warm her throat as he grunted with satisfaction.

Once Julian was done, he gently tapped her shoulder, gesturing for her to stand up. When she was upright, Julian discarded everything on the desk he had been sitting on in one sweep. He scooped Lydia up from below and pinned her down with her back flat on the desk. Bent over her with his arms holding her wrists down, he lowered his head to kiss her again. They swirled their tongues around each other for a moment, until Julian retracted his to bite her bottom lip. He began to softly stroke her cheek, gradually dragging his fingers down to sturdily grip her jaw, fixing her eyes to his. "Do you know what I want Lydia? Can you feel how badly I need to taste you?" Unable to believe the words as they fell out of her mouth, she whimpered, "Drink me, Julian." He beamed at her as she twisted her neck to reveal the fresh, unbitten side. Julian teased her with a few gentle nibbles, rolled a small bite of flesh between his teeth, and just when he thought she couldn't take it anymore, he let his fangs break the skin. He sucked at the site for longer than he did the first two times, combing his fingers through Lydia's hair as he drank. Lydia cried out in a confusing mix of agony and ecstasy, grabbing onto locks of Julian's hair. Julian pulled away from her neck and dipped his finger in the bleeding bite. He traced a line of Lydia's blood from in between her collarbones to her navel. He locked eyes with her, and then bowed his head to lap up the blood from her torso with his tongue. When he reached her navel, he transitioned into kissing her, leaving a trail of kisses from her hips to her inner thighs. He carefully threaded two fingers under the waistband of her underwear and gently tugged them off, throwing them on the floor. He gazed at her pussy for a moment, gently stroking the entrance with his middle and index finger. He raised his fingers to his lips and sucked off her natural wetness. "You're so fucking wet for me. You need me to play with your pussy," said Julian, pulling Lydia's legs apart as he leaned in to taste more of her.

Julian carefully kissed every crevice of her pussy aside from her clit, getting close to it and breathing heavily onto it, but never letting his tongue touch it. Lydia began to twitch and whimper uncontrollably, unable to withstand Julian's teasing. He let out a taunting laugh. "My little slut needs it bad." After all the buildup, Lydia practically screamed as soon as Julian's tongue touched her clit. Her knees buckled more with each quick, gentle lick, but Julian backed off every time he thought she was getting close. After a few times, Lydia began to whimper so hard that Julian thought she might cry. "P-please.. Please... finish me," she sputtered. He pushed his index finger inside her and began to pump it in and out while gently sucking her clit. As he began to slowly pull his finger out of her, he felt her clench around his knuckle as guttural moans and screams left Lydia's body.

After such a generous refractory period, Julian was itching to finish what he started. "You know," he started, "It's such a shame to waste such potential on mortal men that haven't the stamina to satisfy your desires. I can tell you're a needy girl, and I have what it takes to take good care of you. I could give it to you all night, every night if that was what you desired." Lydia bit her lip, trying to keep her mouth from curling into a grin. "Is that so?" Lydia replied, "Why don't you give me a taste of how you'd treat me if I was yours?" Julian's smoldering expression felt like it was going to burn Lydia's retinas. He gently grasped her neck and leaned forward, simultaneously thrusting inside her and sinking his lips into hers. Desperate moans instantly started escaping Lydia's mouth. Her breath began to quicken and her eyes began to water as he stroked in and out of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, panting with bliss. Julian brushed her hair out of her face and cupped her face. "You're such a pretty little thing, taking my dick like such a good girl," he groaned. This made Lydia start to lose control. "Oh God! Oh fuck!" She felt her cervix open to accommodate his eighth inch. When she thought she couldn't get any wetter, Julian's thrusts began to sound like a splashing puddle. Getting excited by her seemingly neverending waterfall of wetness, he picked her up to stand her up, turned her around, and bent her over the desk. Lydia pushed her hips back against his rock-hard dick to arch her back. "Mmm. Just like that," he murmured. After a few deep, slow, strokes, he began to quicken his stride. He watched as he slid his dick in and out of her, clapping against her ass and sending it rippling back towards him. "Harder!" demanded Lydia. Eager to please, Julian began pounding her pussy with everything he had, which was quite a lot, being immortal and all. Lydia's moans turned to screams, her eyes streaming with tears as she overflowed with satisfaction. After several minutes of uninterrupted pounding, Julian began to slap her ass every couple of strokes, doubling the amount of time he got to watch it ripple back to him. The sting of his handprint on her ass sent her over the edge, her pussy tightening and gripping his shaft as she creamed all over the base of it. As she climaxed, Lydia began to feel as though her and Julian were the only two people in the world. She didn't care about her job, she had no passion in her life. This night with Julian was the most she had felt in years. Feeling ironically overtaken by heavenly forces, she pleaded, "Julian... turn me. I need you. Turn me." Julian pulled out of her, allowing her to stand up and face him. "This is what you want?" he questioned, gazing at her with half-hidden excited eyes. "Yes. Like you said, no one else has what it takes to keep me satisfied," replied Lydia, smirking. Julian pulled a chair out from behind the desk and sat down as he began to fish through the pockets of his trench coat. He pulled out what appeared to be a silver, ruby encrusted dagger. Lydia watched as he drew a long cut beneath his collarbone. His blood started to trickle out of his self-inflicted slit, it was darker than hers, almost brown. He stared at her intensely with a serious look in his eyes. "Drink," he ordered. With him still sitting on the chair, she straddled him, teasing him by shallowly inserting his tip inside her. After getting him nice and worked up, Lydia sat all the way down on it, allowing his length to fill her. She leaned over and began to lap up the blood that had already trickled from Julian's wound with her tongue. She pursed her lips around the opening of the cut and began to suck, letting the metallic and earthy taste of his blood coat her tongue. Julian leaned forward to take one final bite of her neck, producing the most human sounding growl she had ever heard while devouring what was left of her unscathed neck flesh. As the transition started, she felt a pulsating sensation deep in her stomach that began to spread throughout her body. She suddenly felt cold, her insides felt empty. Allowing the electric feeling to pulse through her, Lydia continued to bounce on Julian, his dick and the transformation rocking her insides. She felt a sharp stinging in her gums, then felt two pointy fangs begin to curl over her bottom lip. Julian was enamored. He felt a release creeping up on him. Stabilizing himself by gripping Lydia's hips, he began to thrust into her from below. "God, yes Julian. Give it to me good like that." She leaned back over to lick up the few remaining drops of espresso colored blood from his chest. Julian reached out to wrap his hand around Lydia's neck, moaning and making the most noise he'd made all night as he shot his warm cum deep into her pussy. She took a deep breath before climbing off of him, and they stared intently at each other for a moment. "I told you you'd beg to spend eternity with me," Julian taunted. "I guess you knew what you were talking about." Lydia smiled. "Now what?" she asked. "Now?" Julian smiled menacingly, "Now I just have to introduce you to the others." She held out her hand to coax him to stand up with her. They began to dig through the pile of clothes they had left. Julian put his boots, jeans, and trench coat back on. He tossed the shirt he had torn off of himself, letting his bare torso peek out of his coat. Lydia, having no problem with this, hastily got dressed, and began to follow Julian out the door. As they ventured out into the night, Lydia wondered if she should have cleaned up some of their mess or grabbed her work paraphernalia before she left. No, she decided. Who needs a career when you're already dead?