Truth be Told

Out of the side of my eye, I followed the cashier. Quickly finishing up a transaction for a customer. Just as she finished, I swore she glanced towards me. My eye flicked back to my laptop and then back over to her.                                          

Why is she walking this way?

An employee was moving towards me, and very quickly. I struggled to focus on my visual novel; I hoped the clicking on my laptop screen looked convincing.

My heart choked at the sound of her footsteps. The steps struck the floor louder and louder. Until it stopped.

"Heyyy you?" She let out with emphasized elongation.

I maintained eye contact with the dialogue on my laptop. She was probably talking to the next table over anyway. Yeah, that's what it is. I'll just finish up this dialogue...

My hand searched for my mouse and kept landing on air. More intensely I grasped around my table until...

"LOOKING FOR THIS?" A voice exclaimed, sending me into a shudder.

My head whirled around, directly in front of me was a cafe worker. Her eyes and full cheekbones hovered merely centimeters apart from me. I stumbled backwards into the cushion of my booth.

The worker straightened up to her daunting height of five-foot three, before resting into the hands on her accessory stacked hips. Towering over my half-splayed body, she held a frightful look of disapproval.

"After all those sneaky glances, you thought you could pretend to be focusing on some game." She caught me.

" I swear I wasn't taking glances at you- I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to." I stammered out at light speed while my eyes found any escape to avoid hers. "I'll leave if you want me too."

I started to pack my laptop and items before she said something again; I messed up. I wasn't, I didn't mean to. I look guiltier than an inmate.

"Stop." She said. I was stopped. At this point, I would do anything she said.

"The cafe can't lose any more customers. 'Specially not a regular. So, I'll let you off." She continued.

"I'm sorry." I let out quietly. I'm being let go only because of financial realities. Being let go was good but not like this; This sucked.

"But you're gonna do something for me." She said with a look of realization on her face.

She's creeped out and is going to ask me not to show up during her shifts. I expected as much. How could I mess up this badly?

"Take this." Her hands wildly scribbled something down on a napkin in front of me, before thrusting the note into my chest.

"What is this?" I asked very confused.

"It's my number. Take it and call me sometime." She said while smiling using her prominent cheekbones. I couldn't breathe.

"Don't forget to set my name?" She added.

"Wuh-" The only sound I could make. I didn't understand. Why would a beautiful girl like her give me her number. It didn't' make sense. Wasn't she mad.

"My names Eleanor or Ellie whichever you prefer." She stated proudly. Eleanor huh. I gulped.

I nodded.

"Make sure to put it in your contacts, when you get home." She ordered again after noticing my fuzzy state of mind.

After a long pause, I tried to nod while not losing sight of her.

Slowly regaining my mental functions, I began to form thoughts again. It must've looked strange to her. A lot things I do are strange to others.

I reached for my phone.

"Actually.." She said startling close again.

"Give me that." She yanked my phone from my feeble hands. "Can't wait for a guy to do anything these days. I swear things were different in the past."

What?

"There we go..."

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"You like looking at me and you're not bad looking yourself. Its that simple." Its that simple. I said while staring up at the ceiling.

Her parting phrase was a complete blindside to me. Well the whole encounter was to an ugly guy like me. According to her, if those two things are true those people should get to know each other better. So simple but hard to wrap my head around.

That's just procrastination though. That was something I didn't understand but wasn't as important or sensitive as what I was supposed to be doing. I almost got confronted for staring at a girl and now was supposed to text her on my phone.

I'm not sure where to even start. Are you supposed to say hello. Or maybe heyyy. Should I even give a greeting or jump straight into talking. Why is it so hard to text girls. I mean the closest thing I've been to messaging a girl is talking to my grandma.

Wait am I even supposed to message her the same day? Some people say wait two nights. AHH. I screamed into my pillow muffling my screams with its impossible softness. My face melts into the fabric as I relax into a dead fish pose.

I should just give up. Wait. Give up. I forgot about that. I don't have to do anything. Inaction is free. Some even say its a virtue.

My mood soared as I jumped up off my bed in a single bound. I could already imagine the coming days, playing videogames, watching anime, all unburdened by this situation. La di da di da.

I noticed a strange glow coming from my window. I reached for the curtain to take a look outside.

"Where is this light coming from" I whispered aloud.

Blinded by a beam of light as the curtain swung open. I waited for my eyes to adjust to the light then looked out. My eyes fluttered confused.

"ah fuh-" I let out.

The view of the sun rising over the horizon filled my view as the realization hit me. It was morning. I got home from my final study session at 7pm. Thus I spent the time from when I laid down until sunrise worrying about what I was gonna text her.

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If cat girls were real, would I be attracted to them? I toyed with the thought as I browsed my library of anthropomorphic girls dating sims. The growing bulge in my pants as I stopped on my favorite dating sim was compelling evidence.

Things like these were what life is all about. I deserved a little relaxation after pulling an all-nighter trying to figure out If I should text her; The physics lecture I was sitting in was more sleep inducing than relaxing. But hard times call for harder measures.

My computer cursor inched over the start button of 'Stranded on an Island with horny monster girls'. The most immersive and sexually gratifying Visual game- no experience to ever be released. World-renowned for its deep world and compelling character interactions despite its limited setting. I could go on and on singing its praises; Unfortunately, it's only been released in Japan. I did the natural thing and ordered it and then paying a translator to make it playable in English. A necessary cost.

I made the easy choice, and the game began booting up. I entered my third completed save file and went to the scene viewer. I've been so stressed recently because of the cafe incident so it's only right I treat myself.

The scene I clicked towards is special; You can only unlock this cutscene if you 100%ed every route on all three save files, within a week. Dread spread across my body just remembering the sleepless nights last year when I completed it. I had to forgo my final review lectures to achieve this. My exam scores died for this.

Due to the circumstances of unlocking the scene, I made the choice to savor it. I've only experienced it twice, ever. Some things are best savored a limited number of times.

Tired of waiting, I moved my character to the necessary area to begin the scene and lowered the brightness. I pressed play and sunk back into my seat as the scene began. Murmurs from my classmates and the lecturer faded far, far away until they were gone. All I could

This is what life is all about.

Monster girls approached the MC in modest shawls that flattened their silhouette. A strong wind swayed the folds out of the way, for just a second, revealing the uncensored lower body of the monster girls.

Ahhh. Here it comes. My body warmed up at sounds of slime girl and raccoon girl moaning in surprise, subtly teasing the viewer by pulling the undersized shawls against their body.

Until... They dropped their dingy shawls.

This is the part that forced all the review sites to give the game a ten out of ten. In front of me I saw a warm sunlight passing through a translucent black slime girl with breasts bigger than any I've seen in real life -A creative liberty by the directors-. Large areolas a cool blue topping her mounds. Best monster girl ever.

Raccoon girl shifted just barely off screen. More shyly the smaller breasted furry girl inched in from out of frame. Her nervous demeanor always made me take her ROUTE. My eyes couldn't budge away from the screen even if they wanted to.

Here comes the titjob scene I grinded so hard for.

"Why is she giving a titjob with such small breasts." A voice emerged from behind me.

"What do you mean that's the best way to-- Wait-- Who's voice is-"

My head swiveled to the side of my left ear where I heard a voice. In front of my eyes was something I couldn't believe, or someone. A girl with the same strong cheekbones, angled eyebrows, and straight brunette hair from the cafe.

My jaw dropped for the second time this week. It's impossible to stay calm around her. I always end up losing initiative. I can't let that happen again.

I broke out of my shock immediately and stood up.

"Oh. Where are you-" She started.

Before she could continue, I began packing my things and trying to leave.

"What? why are you leaving?" She tried.

Her words did not make contact. I zipped up my bag and started walking.

Anything was better than being trapped here. I was in front of a judge. Every word can and would be used against me. The only way to win was to not play.

I crashed into a wall on my way out.

"Wait why would there be a wall here"

I looked up.

"Sorry bout that bro." The giant let out with a heavy bass in his voice.

Craig. He was a common friendly giant type. Not a bully at all and extremely friendly if you didn't mind his straightforward nature. Great guy though.

"No it was my fault." I apologized.

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What I did wasn't exactly kind. Ignoring her after bumping into her class. I had no other choice, she saw what I was watching in the back of the auditorium and was probably going to tell everyone.

Whatever, I don't need to think about that. The only thing on my mind should be getting back to my game. Still horny from not getting to finish the scene, I sunk into the warmness of the bathtub. Bubbles pushing up around my head. I took one last deep breath before beginning to step out and dry off.

Ba Beep.

A light flashed from over the countertop.

A message?

I stepped across the mat and grabbed my smartphone to see a message from my friend, Jules. It looked like he was replying to my previous message specifically.

"Word on the street is you've got competition. Craig is apparently talking up your girlfriend." Jules revealed.

Body stirring at the unfortunate word choice. Girlfriend. I had nothing of the such. Jules was a bit of a deviant in the way that he found it funny to badger his friends on things they found annoying. In the worst ways.

Ba beep.

"If a hot girl was interested in me, I wouldn't let the world stop me from meeting her. That's just me though. you're lowkey bitch-made." He goaded.

Wow. How inspiring. Insulting me is going to change my mind on this situation, not. His message made me slightly more annoyed. In the relaxing ambience of my bathroom, I couldn't escape my prosecutors.

"Apparently, Craig bumped into her while walking into a lecture hall, and it was love at first sight."

I'll admit it bugged me slightly. I read on.

"I've been hearing that he introduced himself but hasn't stated any intentions with her yet." His text continued.

Then how do you know? Whatever? At least someone would bring this odyssey to a conclusion. My one replay of the super exclusive cut scene was already ruined by her and now so is my bath.

I stepped out of the tub to dry off and placed my phone down ignoring the next messages coming from Jules. I don't care about the rumors or tea surrounding this girl. Or that Craig has no qualms about approaching Eleanor. Or whatever else, nonsense.

I've already decided what I'm going to do. And I angrily texted back as much to Jules. One last peek at my phone revealed another detail.

"He's planning on asking her on a date in 4 days." His final text hit me.

I froze...

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My video games and books didn't work anymore. The worlds I escaped to didn't feel as immersive, as engaging or as perfect as they used to. Something felt off.

Even though my figurines were all lined in height order not a millimeter out of line. My desk was clean and flat against the wall. The bed was made and the sheets were fresh but it wasn't enough. Floor was clear of any clothes and clean enough to eat off of yet it wasn't enough.

Something changed.

That's when it came to me. The same way it had been the past few weeks, that girl. She was the only thing that separated my previous days from the days when things felt off.

When I was just taking glances at her life was simple and easy. I didn't have any responsibility to anyone for anything, not worried about what others thought. No-one was worried about me and I wasn't worried about anyone.

Communicating any interest or feelings would come off as creepy to her since we didn't know each other. She'd take one look at me and the idea of attraction would be repulsing her. This whole thing is probably some big charade to prank me.

I didn't have a choice. All I could do was look.

I mean. She's white and I'm black.

Hours passed as I dwelled deep into meditation until it was nightfall. Once it felt like I reached a conclusion of some sort I got up from the ground and sat at my desk. I looked at the time and caught up on notifications.

Two emails were in my email box.

[SECRET LIMITED EVENT: MOBILE GACHA GAME WORLD EVENT]

Wait a minute no way. I haven't seen a secret mission in two years and that one I missed. The secret reward last time was a new scene that was only unlockable from the mission. The scene included the Player's personal character in it making it one of only 3 three H-Scenes in the entire game that did that.

I have to start up the game quick, another event like this won't happen for years. They'll probably have some exclusive positions with some of the girls too. My love for this game feels rejuvenated after my meditation.

I still didn't get to enjoy the infamous small breasted titjob scene from the last secret scene. Even better than a consolation prize that was the main event to me.

[One more notification.]

Huh. Another message.

The words that popped up in front of me weren't surprising enough for my jaw to drop. But the attachment was a different story.

A girl, Eleanor, her name was Eleanor. A sly smile splayed across the width of her face while smashing cheeks into her arm. A regular lying down selfie position. Except for the fact that she was only wearing a single black bath towel wrapped around her ivory colored body.

The slight gap between her pale chest and the dark bath towel drew me in like nothing else. My eyes strained to take in more information even though the pixelated nature of the image had no better understanding of that shadowy crevice than I.

I froze in front of the screen. My eyes are eagerly drinking in the picture over and over again. A small but energetic growth filling my pants while I tried to regain myself. I tried. My hand trembled over the mouse.

Looking at her was my nature and wanting to look at her was my second. The idea of looking away didn't interest me and the game event felt like a distant memory that wasn't' mine.

Easing away I looked back at the message. xxxxx sw xxxxx Road.

An address. No. Her address. I didn't have a choice.

No. I did have a choice.

I packed away some items, shut my pc off, and left my room. Only a single look back as I thought about the limited time event I was passing up. Only a single one though.

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It was the dead of night when I reached her house 30 minutes away.

I took a 30 second break to regain my composure after running all the way here. It was not easy to find despite having her address and a GPS software on my phone. I tried to focus on my goals but it wasn't simple.

The only thoughts running through my head were all the ways it could go wrong. Like floundering through an unstoppable current. No matter where I tried to direct my mind it couldn't escape. The only reason I made it here was because the beat of my heart was louder than my thoughts.

The building was only two stories tall despite towering over me in an ominous fashion. It cast a long shadow from blocking out the only source of light on its other side.

I looked at the text one last time. Doing is more important than thinking. I said trying to still the flow of emotions.

One look and then I replied that I was outside.

[DUUT!]

[You've got a message!]

That was quick. I opened the message to see her laying down taking a photo at a mirror behind her. She was wrapped in a vaguely familiar reflective red dress. Thinly veiling the small space between thighs was her pale thin legs crossed at the feet pointed at the mirror.

Suddenly, I felt a boost of energy. My heart beat raised again, and it became difficult to remain calm.

What are you so scared of damn it!

The thoughts flooded my mind of what would happen once we meet. Her rejecting me and sending me away. Everyone finding out. What would people think of me. I'd end up the laughing stock until I finished my degree.

She probably doesn't even like black guys and is just pranki-

No.

I slapped my face hard. The shock brought me back to the cold night air. I couldn't help but notice the goosebumps all along the surface of my skin. The cold night air that brought them about. It was working. Remember where I am. Stay out of my mind.

It's getting cold so I had to start moving.

One foot hit the ground. Then another. And again. All the way until I reached the start of the stairs. Her room on the second floor was accessible from a stairwell outside. Highly unusual for the area. She's an unusual woman this eleanor.

Strange people often had strange tastes, maybe this is a sign of good things for me.

Inching forward slowly, I made my way up each step of the stairwell until I reached a solid black, wood door barring my path. My eyes lingering on the solid features of the wide frame. I felt small in front of it.

One last breath.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

What's done is done. My life is either over or just beginning. My attempt at sounding deep did little to quell my building anxiety.

First shifting, then I heard taps. Someone was moving towards the door and I was waiting for them. My posture straightened and my chin raised. I tried to look my best.

"Hellooooo" A drawn out voice echoed from behind the door.

It's her. Please don't be a trap. Please don't be a trap.

"It's i̵̧͍̠͊͊s̷͈͉͂g̷̣̰̀̊͝e̷̝̩̤̒͐͒, um, well I don't think I've told you my name before!"

"My handsome handsome prince" she said as her head slowly poked out the door. First, I saw the Ivory skin pushed up on her prominent cheekbones than the long brown hair framing it all. I didn't want to look away.

Her eyes met mine and mine met hers back. I refused to avoid eye contact.

That seductive smirk she always had appeared on her face along with those thin eyebrows. The kind that made some people have a look of surprise.

It sent a shock through me. All the way down.

Her eyes traveled up and down me without moving an inch. That smirk. She knew what she was doing to me. The power she had over me; It roused something in me.

"Come in Come in. Everything is ready inside." She turned around after opening the door wide. Hair was shifting down the backless red dress with her hips. My glance was longer than dignified.

"Damn, she's sexy.." I accidentally whispered.

Oh fu-

"Well thank you" She flicked her head back, replying to my all too relaxed slip. Her demeanor unfazed.

"What is everything?" I wondered aloud. And why the red dress and that rosey aroma.

She didn't respond or even look back.

We walked until we reached an opening that, in summary, was a living room decorated in red and black. Only notable parts of it was the extravagant feast on the dining table with at least 7 plates with a variety of dishes. It even had the different sized forks and spoons that fancy places had.

Noticeably out of place though there was an intricately carved black and gold throne in the corner of the room facing the center. I can't imagine why someone would have something like that. It looked ancient but also well preserved. Maybe it's a family heirloom.

I noticed her looking at me out of the side of my vision and decided to speak up for the first time.

"Did you make this all for us?" I said trying to make up for my previous failures at talking.

"I did. Sorry if the amount of food is off putting, I've been told I'm a bit much."

"No No. Its good." I tried to reassure her. She seemed somewhat down when she spoke about other people. Previous dates maybe. It wasn't clear. "Let's eat."

She perked up at that. "Yeah lets. Before it gets cold."

We both sat down around the dining table and began digging into the food. It was a lot of meat dishes like venison, steak and chicken seasoned to perfection. If I didn't know she worked at CafeFutur I would've assumed she was a Michelin chef.

I still couldn't help but keep stealing glances at her. Every look lasted a little longer than the last. Every look felt like a little high from some addictive drug.

My body couldn't help but react to her every movement. When her head dips to pull a piece of steak off the gold fork. Opening those small pink slips slightly revealing overdeveloped canines that bite into the moist slab of meat.

Her eyes looked up at me through her eyelashes. I jumped a little at her stare. My eyes dropped to the plate to hide my reddening face.

I decided not to look up at her but still heard a small playful laugh from across the candle lit table. Even her laugh was pretty.

Then she said something that completely caught me off guard.

"Hey." She said, "Look at me."

It was easy this time to look at her. She had asked me too. That joyful little grin that went with it and that look that started my heart all too easily were waiting.

"Do you like looking at me?" She asked in an oddly serious manner. "Did you mean it? When you called me sexy, "

I heard her stand up and began moving towards me. I felt scared for a moment. I didn't know what was happening. Is she angry at me? I didn't even do anyth-

She stopped next to me and grabbed my hands from my lap. Revealing my painfully throbbing erection fighting against these dress pants. And it was painful.

"I- U-" I no longer had a reaction left in me. I looked up at her and she had an inquisitive face on her. A mix of surprise, joy, and questioning.

"Tell me is this because of me." She demanded.

"Look at me again." She demanded now turning my head into hers and pressed her soft lips into mine. The two sweet red pillows shot fireworks into my brain. She pressed them into me forcing my head to tilt up. A moan was almost released but she plugged my lips with her own tightly.

I didn't understand why but she was very determined in this. During this assault on my lips, my eyes fluttered open for a moment when coincidentally hers did as well. Her eyes went wider than mine.

My erection was pulsing like crazy. The small bulge had grown into a sizable hill right in front of her. I watched as it harrowingly throbbed in place with a mind of its own.

"It's not impossible." She noted aloud. The look of the college aged cafe worker gone and replaced by a mature determination.

What's not impossible. I think it's pretty clear that my erection is from her but also why was that important.

"I'm a vampire." She declared.

The soft taps of water hitting the window began to fill the silence. It felt like it was the only thing in the room that existed in that moment. The words not yet registering in my brain. Only one thought appeared in my head.

If I'd known it was gonna rain, I would've brought my jacket.

"I'm a vampire" She repeated with the same clearness from before. I thought I misheard her the first time.

"Like-"

"Like the ones who are undying and can turn humans into minions. That kind of vampire."

She explained.

The sound of doom began in my ears. That pumping heartbeat slowly revving up like a fan, blocking out the sound.

"I'm not trying to eat you if that's what you're thinking" She stated.

"I'm gonna die here." I said aloud.

"I'm actually trying to keep you alive." She said, stepping out of my sight and blocking my view of the door. Her hands snaked up the sides of the seat and gently pulled the seat and me with it away from the table.

I felt her hand snake along my back as she made her way into the space next to me. Goosebumps again, all over my exposed neck.

"It looks like you are the one destined for me. So this counts as a final test but also a binding ritual." She said with a tinge of youthful joy.

With a little pep in her step her thin waist appeared to my left.

"Luckily for us this ritual will help us get to know each other a little more. It'll also help with your little- or I guess big problem." She explained.

Before I could come to terms she moved.

Her warm body slowly pressed against my side as she leaned against me. Small mounds and her stomach press into my shoulder and her face gently into my neck.

"What are you-" I tried.

Her fingers slid along my slightly more calmed member over my lap until she reached the zipper. She stopped.

"This zipper is so hard to find," she said coyly. Her hand jumped back down to the area between my legs. Slowly dragging her nails back up my groin making sure they crossed every nook and cranny. Then up and over my penis she combed and prodded to get back to the zipper.

"Ah there it is" She giggled in my ear. Even her laugh was cute.

I didn't know when she'd lose her composure and go into a hunger frenzy or something. I kept my mouth closed.

A rush of cold brought me back to the scene. I looked down to see a pair of cold, ivory fingers gripping my shaft. When did she-

"Ung-" I let out. She tightened her hand around my penis sending electric through my body.

"What were you planning on doing with this thing? You could really hurt someone with this." Her thumb toying with my penis like a joystick of some kind.

"Did you plan on coming here and having your way with me. Stuffing this vampire pussy full, did you? Huh"

"I-" A groan was fighting to be let out.

"That can come later, for now I'll give you a hand since I'm in a good mood." She jubilantly noted.

I'll admit she sounded like she was in a heavenly mood. My entire perception of her from before had flipped. She had sounded like she won the jackpot when before she seemed like she had found someone to kill time with.

Her ochre hands slithered around my black cock like some sort of snake on a branch; The pretty pale thumb inching around its head especially so.

"This is the most someone's enjoyed my hands. Sorry if I'm too jittery" She said nervously

It moved. Pumping up, and pumping down, readjusting her digits along the length. Every little shift of her hand gave her a better grip. My eyes rolled back like a pair of bowling balls.

"Am I doing good? It's been a fort-decade since I last did this, "she asked.

Replying was out of the question. I mumbled through the massage that I swore was spreading throughout my body. Is this some sort of vampire handjob magic?

"Can you do something for me?" She asked meekly.

As her hand halted, I regained some focus.

"Can you tell me what you like about me? Specifically physical features?" She said with a loving smile. "It's for the ritual."

Absolutely not. The hand job hypnosis had paused and granted me composure enough to know to say no. But saying no may get me killed. The safest option is to say nothing.

"Not a talker huh. I can be more persuasive." Her voice gently slipped into my ear as she leaned in a little more.

"We'll try this." Her fingers receded from my penis offering temporary relief.

A heavy breath escaped me. For the first time in my life, I was trying not to cum. I didn't know before, but it was easier if I knew the alternative was death.

"I'll try using my nails."

"N!-" I tried. Images of imaginable horrors being done to my urethra flashed in my mind.

She palmed the head of my penis gentler than a feather, than my eyes followed as her nails grew out from nowhere like claws from a cat, but far longer.

All at once several sharp points traced my ballsack. Little runners combing through the creases and folds of my balls. I was trapped in the palm of her hand, jerking to her every whim and caress. I was in heaven.

A vampire just uses me for some ritual, and I die just like that. No more school. No anxieties. Nothing. Not even capitalism would be able to reach me.

Well, whatever. If I'm going to die, I might as well die how I want. I'm not used to taking risks but in front of a certain doom, hand me the dice.

My penis began to relax as thoughts took me away from her addictive service.

"This isn't good!? Get it back up." She fired off in quick succession. "Hurry."

"I know what would really help me." stated with a tinge of mystique mixed with coyness.

"What is it?" She said jerking me harder to revive my little guy.

"A blowjob."

"I haven't done that in centuries." She said a little unsure. "If I do it, will it help you complete the ritual?"

"No-!? I mean yeah of course. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. I won't leave a thing out."

And I really meant it. I couldn't care less about what she was sacrificing me for anymore. Unlike with texting her, I had no fears about doing what she asked of me this time.

I didn't really care about anything else anymore. Her sharp protrusions didn't unnerve me as she used my thighs to balance herself. Watching her get down on her knees in front of me, I felt that not even death worried me.

Only by fear of death, I unlocked this unburdened state of mind, unchained from anything, threatened by nothing. Maybe not fear of death but acceptance of it. Is this happiness?

Enjoying the view?" She with her coy smirk.

"Yeah, I am." I said watching this ancient European horror prop herself between my legs; She gifted me the perfect view down her dress. Her cleavage was not large but that was more preference anyway.

"I think this is more than enough to get us back on track." For the first time, I was able to smile back at her. Meeting her gaze on an equal playing field. Before I felt trapped in her hazel prison now, I felt like I was seeing her for the first time.

"That's good. Now let's get back to work." She said,

My penis adapted to the situation quickly and sprung back up.

"This time you'll do the talking, and I'll do the manual labor of sucking this thing" She said poking my cock, as to test its hardness.

She started low. The starting gunshot was when I felt two tiny fangs on my balls.

"Suhh yuh nee to describe me- in detail" She mumbled through the sound of her sucking two black balls. Her fangs didn't seem retractable, and I wouldn't have asked her too anyway. There were clear perks to vampire blowjobs.

"Your fangs. They are... Eleanor, you feel amazing. My balls."

"Thank you " The seductress let out suave tone. "But, that's not enough" She stopped.

"It's not. More. A lot more." She panted, like a vampire in heat. Her tongue hanging out her mouth like a dog.

"Your hair. " I grunted.

"What about my hair?" She said, poking her tongue out of her mouth.

"Your long brown hair that perfectly frames your nape" I said.

"Yes that's right." She agreed, but I didn't know to what. "Here."

She moved my hand to the back of her head. My finger interlaced with the straightened perfection on her pretty head.

"Keep going, we're getting closer." She urged.

"Your tongue it's too much." I gripped the back of her head gently.

"Come on, my dark prince." She stated confidently

I gripped her head to ground myself.

"Your eyebrows. They make you look evil. Evil in a hot way though."

"Ay-em" She let out while massaging my member with her lips.

"Like you're always plotting something."

She looked up at me through those same seductive eyebrows.

Opposite the careful exploration, she switched to a more aggressive sweep. Up to the urethra, then back to the beginning. She was moving quicker and I was getting closer.

"Keep going! Just like that!" I could feel myself getting lost in her tongue.

"I think it's time to switch into high gear." She stopped for a moment. "But I need you to tell me what it is you're holding back."

"You... do" I said panting in between each word.

"One big push together."

I knew what she needed. But I was still holding back.

"I help you. You help me. Everyone wins." She announced.

I saw her glittering white face back away from under my penis. What was she doing? She gave me one last smile, and her lips opened wide.

Sunk. Deeper than a destroyed ship at the bottom of the ocean. My penis reached deep into her mouth and then some. Her cheek meat was squishing and squeezing around me like some sea monster. Pulsing around me in its grip.

"You-" I grabbed at the handles of my chair.

"Yoush hashh to!" She gagged.

Bubbles formed at the edges of her lips as she bathed my member in saliva and precum. She didn't mind making a mess on me and neither did I.

"Your pink lips looked so hot.. when you ate and talked. I- I imagined what they'd feel like-"

"Gugh" Incomprehensible slobbering from the preppy white demon.

"Feel like to kiss and press against. Also.. what they'd feel like around my penis." I mumbled.

She came up for a breath. A big inhale with a slow exhale.

I watched as she panted while my member was laying against her pale cheek smearing all sorts of fluids on it. For a moment I wanted to-

"It's working one final push okay." She affirmed. Then back to sucking with vitality only a college girl could muster.

My penis before was being assaulted by her throat and tongue. Slipping around it searching for any weak points. Now she slid along it more softly trying to coax something out.

"I like your butt. Your work pants give them a nice shape." I mumbled out.

She glanced up. Wrong answer. She held my head on the inner edge of her lips.

"Your breasts have a nice shape too them which makes me want to suck them."

Again, I felt her halt. And peer up at me with minor annoyance. But this time she slowly jerked at me with her mouth and fingers simultaneously. Holding eye contact the whole way through.

"Tihhme run ouht" She said popping me out of her mouth. "Hurr-."

She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. My dark head laid on her heavenly slip and slide as she looked up at me with those ever charming hazel eyes.

"Together now. Before it's too late" She let out with her tongue out the whole time. She grabbed the base of penis. "Now" She jerked me onto her tongue.

"Your pale alabaster skin." I admitted. The barrier was broken. I couldn't hold it back anymore.

I spurted an unfathomably large load onto her cute pale face. Unfazed she quickly caught the first load on her cheek and then calmly moved in on the shooter and caught the next few ounces in her mouth.

The hot white cum didn't bother her in the slightest as she went back to sucking the shaft of the black member in front of her. She even showed me the pool of sperm in her mouth before she swallowed it all in a single gulp.

"Tasty wedding gift." She said

"Wedding gift?" I asked but she was busy cleaning every inch of sperm and saliva off of me; I didn't complain.

I felt uneasy after what just happened, but she didn't. Then my vision went black.

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I woke up somewhere warm and soft. As I was coming to I tried to get up but I was under some cloth. I flailed a little trying to get out.

"Relax" A voice reached me.

Then the sun hit me, or a lightbulb that felt bright as the sun.

After my eyes adjusted I saw where I was. And where I had been. In front of me was Eleanor laying on a pillow. The covers in front of her were a mess. More importantly her red dress was pooled around her waist.

She was completely topless. Her midsection from shoulders all the way down navel was excitingly unobstructed. My eyes jumped between her small breasts topped with chocolate chip-colored nipples. I watched them shift and deform as she sunk into the pillow.

"Come lay down." She mumbled in a sleepy tone.

"What were you doing to me?"

"I was holding you. You lost consciousness so I was trying to soothe you." She stated frighteningly casually.

"But- You-" I was speechless. Everything she said made perfect logical sense. I remember falling unconscious and I remember waking up in a comfortable sleeping area. I needed to calm down.

"Besides you are the one who said you loved my pale skin. I was just letting you enjoy it more directly" She teased.

"What was it again? "Your perfect white alabaster, ivory skin that shimmers in the sunlight against my dark body"" She pushed her luck.

I was no longer calm.

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After an 'excited' exchange with the vampire a lot was cleared up.

The main point being I wasn't sacrificed meaning I wasn't gonna die or being threatened at any point in our exchange.

Apparently, vampires are seen as anything but their true form too all humans except their fated soul mate. Thus during the ritual I was asked to describe her and if I was wrong. Well it didn't happen so it's better left not thought about.

Her life is now bound to mine meaning when I die she dies. Sounds like a stupid trade to me but she seems happy about it for whatever reason.

Also, I might be part vampire meaning maybe my sense of smell is better but nothing major.

Oh and I'm married to her. Binding ritual is another word for magic shotgun wedding meaning we're newlyweds. My permission wasn't asked for since she says its destiny.

I'm not sure what that means for me yet since I've never been in a relationship let along marriage. But, I won't knock till I try it and she seems like an otherwise decent vampire.

Either way since she forced me into this I plan or using those vampire tits every night to make up for the emotional damage I suffered from this night. She seemed amenable to the idea.

I'll also admit she was kind of cute explaining the lore of all her artifacts when we were reorganizing her belongings. So, maybe she has more cute sides than I previously thought. I'll keep a close eye for now.

Alls well that ends well I guess. For now..