The Opening

I don't know why I went to this party. I guess I was trying to get out more, so I went to this combination Halloween party/gallery opening.

I dressed as a Yuki-onna, a Japanese yokai: the snow woman from Japanese lore, who had a habit of causing death.

It was a niche costume but I never liked a typical costume. Once for Halloween, I dressed at a Prehistoric Prostitute. Once I was a Devil Dog, with homemade Anubis ears and thigh high red boots. But that was long ago.

I didn't expect to know many people here. And I didn't. But there was a very intriguing guy wearing a Victorian suit, complete with

fucking cravat, We caught each other's eye: Every time I looked over at him, even when he was being chatted up by an attractive woman, I found him looking at me.

His gaze was almost hypnotic. It certainly seemed more lustful as the night went on. It was practically lewd. Yet it didn't seem obnoxious. It just seemed... hungry. And I had to admit, the looks I returned weren't saying Back Off or Ew. This man was electric - to me, anyway - and he dressed like Shelley or Byron as i imagined them. A Romantic Poet Sex God.

I went to get some punch and when I looked out into the room again, I couldn't find him. Then, I felt him. He was behind me. I could feel the warmth of his body. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he said softly into my ear.

I didn't turn around. "Things are looking up," I said. I was surrounded by a very enticing light scent. not cologne but maybe soap, clean laundry, and just... him. I breathed it in greedily though a little shakily. His nearness was starting to make me feel weak all over except in my sex, where almost all my body's forces were apparently concentrating.

He put his hand lightly on my waist. He was still behind me, mouth near the nape of my neck. "You are the Yuki-onna?"

I actually gasped and moved as though to turn and look at him. His arm came completely around me, holding me firmly in place facing away from him. Now we were pressed together. I could feel his chest against my back, his hardness pressing between my ass cheeks. "How did you know?" I asked. Nobody ever got my costumes.

"I make it my business to keep an eye out for yokai. Competition, you know."

He sounded playfully dangerous, sending a twinge through me that caused a gush of wetness. I think i even collapsed a little which he sensed because his other hand came to rest on my hip, which both steadied me and made me more unstable - so it was a wash, really.

"I love your look," I said. "It's very romantic and sexy." I noticed now his nails were painted black; his elegant hands peeked out of a poetic cuff. "Do you represent a specific character?"

"I am dressed as myself," he said simply. "It was a good look back then. I merely added a mask."

I don't know if it was the punch or his proximity, but I started to feel an urge to leave. "I think... maybe..." I felt antsy and squirmed a bit in his arms.

"I have an office upstairs in this building. Would you like to get away from this party for a while?" he offered.

"Yes, please. I just feel like it's too much right now. "

He pivoted me around so we were walking toward a door in the back of the gallery, me in front, his hands on my waist guiding me.

A man in a Dracula costume moved to block the path, his eyes raking over me in an openly lewd way. He put his hand on my cheek, then dragged it down to my exposed collar bone. "What have we here?"

The hands on my waist gripped tighter, the fingers spreading and digging in slightly. Then I noticed his nails - suddenly sharp and pressing into me. "Your presence is neither desired nor necessary," he growled at the man, who jumped back with a jerky motion. "Blood suckers. Disgusting," he spat.

When we reached the door, his hand moved away and came back with a key card. He swiped, causing the door to swing open into a private hallway. Soon we were in an elegant old-fashioned caged elevator.

I was feeling more and more like I needed to be sitting or preferably lying down. I felt way too warm, and I really wanted to take off my costume and let my skin breathe. The proximity of this man was frankly making me a little light-headed - probably because a lot of blood had gone straight down between my legs, along with causing some other miscellaneous flushing. If I were a man, I'd have had a raging hard-on.

It was a short ride. The cage opened up and he guided me to a door just across the hall, again opening with a swipe of the card. "Edgar Varela, Esq.", spelled out a brass plate.

I noted the font. "Gill Sans."

"Yeah, it was all the rage." His voice acquired an edge. "Go inside. Now."

His hands moved to wrap around my wrists and lower forearms and he moved me forward into the room. It seemed to be both his office and living quarters.

"This is a better atmosphere, no?" He kissed down my neck and across my shoulder. I sighed softly and leaned my head to the side to encourage what he was doing.

He unzipped my costume. "You wanted to get some air on your skin before." He ran the tip of his tongue down my spine. "Doesn't this feel better?"

I didn't think I'd said that out loud, but that punch was pretty strong, so I thought, who knows. Meanwhile, he'd lowered the shoulders of my costume and the straps of my bra, baring my breasts.

Soon he pushed me back against the door, holding my arms above my head with one hand. The other hand rested on my throat. His emerald green eyes locked onto mine as his body pushed against me, and I could feel his hard chest and his erection throbbing against my leg. He lowered his mouth to mine and the tip of his tongue poked at my lips to gain entrance. I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside, where it slowly started to explore. I responded and our tongues were soon intertwined.

His hand trailed down my body onto my breast, feeling the nipple with his open palm. As our kiss became more passionate, he flicked at it with his fingers to make it more erect. The combination of pain and pleasure made me moan. He did the same thing with the other nipple, flicking it repeatedly until it was so erect, the areola was no longer visible.

Then he broke off our kiss, moving down to greedily suck the hard nipples he had conjured, his hand feeding each breast into his mouth. I sighed, closing my eyes to savor the delicious feelings that traveled right down between my legs.

He took hold of my costume and roughly pulled it down to the floor. I was left with the lingerie I wore especially for this night: a black leather and lace bra (which was now half off), matching thong, and garter belt, complete with fishnet stockings. It didn't show under the costume - it was just for me... and now him.

He knelt in front of me, his hands roaming on my body: pinching my nipples, lightly dipping his fingers into my navel, trailing across my belly. Finally they moved to my lower back, and then my ass, which he grabbed and squeezed in a way that was both passionate and possessive. "Your body is mine now," he said, lips against my lower abdomen.

His head moved down between my legs and he pulled hard on my ass so my crotch was jammed up against his face. I stopped myself from gasping. "You are so wet, " he said. He turned his head sideways and took my thong-covered lower lips into his mouth and closed down gently with his teeth. Then he chewed.

"Oh fuck..." I managed, but mostly i panted. I grabbed his head, vaguely noting how soft his hair was.

"Do you like that? I like to devour a body that I own." His fingers lightly passed over my slit then suddenly grabbed everything. His palm pressed against my clit, his fingers invaded my opening, pushing the thong with them. Then he squeezed his hand together, pushing his fingers up into my pussy.

He stood, slamming me up against the door again, his body heavily pressing against mine. He breathed into my ear, and tightened his hold between my legs. I sucked in air with a hiss. "This is mine and I want all of it." He ground his hand into me and my breath hitched. "You're going to come only for me." His hand had pushed my underwear to the side. His palm rubbed circles on my clit, while his fingers were now directly invading my dripping pussy. It made an obscene sound.

He dropped to one knee and started licking my swollen clit as his hand continued to push into me. My body jerked involuntarily.

"Mmm," he hummed and started sucking on my clit. A sound I cannot describe came out of me and soon I was coming hard, wet gushing out of my pussy. But he kept going through my climax, past when my parts are too sensitive. I made an attempt to tell him I needed a break, to move his head away, but he was relentless. Soon the pain mixed with pleasure, building up so much tension that when I came a second, then third time. I squirted all over his mouth and my pussy practically pushed his fingers out with its contractions. His hand was soaked.

He stood and lazily traced my lips with his thumb. "Open." His thumb invaded my mouth, pressed on my tongue. "Suck." I greedily sucked on it, then on the fingers that had been inside me. "Lick it all off. Taste your cum." He moved his fingers slowly in and out of my mouth. "That's a good girl. Let me fuck your mouth with my fingers." He bent one of his fingers a little so it rubbed on my tongue. It almost felt like he was rubbing my clit. "Yes, baby, take it. " I clamped my legs together and clenched my pussy and another climax tore through me. Wet splattered onto the linoleum.

He made a low sound. "Oh, baby, I think it's time I fucked that wet pussy." Before I could protest, he'd scooped me up, carried me into the bedroom, and thrown me onto the large bed that occupied most of the space.

"Hands and knees."

I got into position. He grabbed my thong and pulled it taut, so the narrow crotch of the garment rubbed hard against all my frankly engorged parts and I moaned. He sawed them back and forth a little.

"Please," I said, and went down onto my forearms, sticking my ass further into the air.

He ran his fingers down the path of the thong. "I can't resist," he said, and licked me from front to back, latching his mouth on my tight back opening, tonguing it aggressively.

Finally, I heard him pull down his suspenders and unbutton his fly. He was already hard because soon I felt the tip of his cock rub my swollen lips before stopping at the entrance. With both thumbs, he spread me wide, which felt so erotic, it made more wet come out of me. He plunged his hard cock into me and we both moaned. He left one hand resting on my lower back, the other on my hip as he moved slowly in and out.

He bent his body over to grab my breasts, then pulled me upright against his body. As he pinched and rolled my nipples between his fingers, he started thrusting up into me. I moved my hips in rhythm with his, then the pace picked up.

Our movements became more frenzied. His teeth scraped over the skin of my shoulder, as though he were tasting me. He started to passionately kiss and tongue my neck. As I started to climax, his teeth sank in and the orgasm started where he was latched onto the base of my neck, near my throat, and blew through my body in every direction and back again. "Oh fuck!" I yelled. It felt exactly like he was sucking my clit except it was happening to my neck and his hand happened to be on my clit, anyway. My climax continued to circle through my body, regenerating as it passed through my neck where his mouth continued its assault, my breasts, my clit and finally my pussy. I admit I actually screamed but not his name because we hadn't been formally introduced. My muscles spasmed around his cock, and I felt him coming. He violently speared me half a dozen times as he shot load after load inside me.

But he didn't pull out - neither his cock nor his teeth. He gently tipped us over so we were lying on our sides, and kept thrusting into me and sucking my neck at a slower, more sensual pace. This gave my body a chance to reload, and after a few minutes, I ground back into him with my hips and rubbed my clit and came hard again, as did he, moments later.

Finally, he pulled out both his cock and his teeth, and he licked the wound he left behind in my neck. At first I was going to protest because, hello - germs! but then I thought, it was all the same mouth and it actually felt comforting.

I turned to face him and I put my head on his chest. His arm was around me and his thumb was making little patterns on my shoulder. I heard a sort of rumbling sound coming from him that at first made me concerned he was having some sort of medical emergency, but then I realized it was more like the sound of a cat purring. I lifted up onto one elbow and regarded him. He gave me a lazy smile, and fangs peeked out of his lips. He looked at me with half-lidded eyes that seemed to flash bright gold and... was that black?

I had to ask. "Baby, what are you?"