I'm A Vampire. No, Really, I Am!

~ My "HALLOWEEN 2026" Contest Submission ~

Author's Note #1: This story contains depictions of (alphabetically):

- Biting (of a vampiric nature, aka breaking skin). Breast and nipple massaging. Intercourse/Sex Lots of consent/check-ins. Mild blood play (drawing, sucking, tasting, and exchanging of blood). Mild stalking. Vaginal fingering.

- Types of Intercourse/Sex: human-vampire/monster, in a cemetery, in Halloween costumes, of the penile-vaginal variety, with a stranger, technically a one-night stand.

- All specific characters are over 18yo. However, there is a brief/vague mention related to "family friendly fun," solely in the context of the Halloween Festival setting of this story].

I hope you enjoy this story! Happy Halloween!

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~ Vampire (Unnamed) ~

Early dusk starts to paint the sky in bright oranges and rich purples, signaling the upcoming transition from day into night. I always try to enjoy the first and last appearances of the sun like this, lest I forget the beauty of the light in my condemnation to an existence of the dark.

Halloween has finally arrived, and this quaint New England town certainly knows how to celebrate it. A mixture of family-friendly and spooky-scary elements are scattered about, clearly marked with signs so that festival-goers know where to go to enjoy themselves according to their personal tastes.

I admire the wide spectrum of costumes as festival attendees wander around the open plaza. Some are as simple as ready-to-wear items purchased online, while others are elaborate and homemade outfits designed from scratch. I'd personally been avoiding donning a certain character of costume for decades now, but I decided it was time to give in and see what all the fuss is about.

The foundation of my outfit - consisting of black dress shoes and slacks, a flowy white dress shirt, and a rather attractive crimson and silver jacquard vest - I had already owned. I simply had to procure an ankle-length cloak; I'd managed to find one, a pitch black velvet with a bright red silk lining, at a little vintage clothing shop in town. And voilà! A classic vampire costume, fit for any manner of Halloween-themed night of fun!

As I reminisce, I lean casually against the faded brick wall of a small antiques shop. I'm content for now to watch the ebb and flow of the crowds, before I begin the actual hunt for my first meal of the night. Having been turned into an actual vampire in the late 1950's, I actually quite enjoy how diverse and creative Halloween traditions have become over the years, and how they continue to evolve for every penchant of amusement.

Suddenly, a cacophony of bright colors invades my vision, and my instincts hone in on the source. It's a group of young women, I think half a dozen of them, crossing the open plaza ahead of me; they appear to be anywhere from their mid-twenties to mid-thirties. They are all dressed as scantily-clad faefolk of some kind, complete with low necklines, short hems, and fashionable high-heeled shoes. Each individual appears to be themed around a specific type of flower; no two in the group are the same, in physicality or personality, every one of them an entirely different flavor for the senses.

One beautiful flower in particular catches my attention. She just so happens to turn in my direction as she looks back, seeming to check that the other members of her party are all accounted for, before continuing on. She smiles brightly, true to the happy-go-lucky stereotype of the fairy variety her costume is modeled after. The glitter that decorates her face, chest, and arms shimmers and twinkles as she moves this way and that, and her rather impressive wire-based wings bounce gently up and down as she walks.

Her particular flower is less distinct compared to the others in her group: the red hibiscus, the orange alstromeria, the yellow sunflower, the blue hydrangea, and the purple violet. To my dismay, I can't quite place what her flower is supposed to be. She's swathed in small bunches of pastel pinks and cool magentas, with a contrast of warm cream fabric underneath and shimmering gold appliqués overtop. She reminds me vaguely of a cupcake; I wonder if she'd taste as sweet.

I scoff at myself; now I know I've gone too long between feedings. When have I ever craved a cupcake, in the past six decades since I've been unable to consume anything but blood? Regardless, it seems my next meal has been chosen for me. As the rainbow of flower fairies stroll along on their journey, I surveille the area ahead of their current path. I then push off the brick wall, shrug my heavy cloak around my shoulders once more, then proceed to commence tonight's first hunt.

The bouquet of women arrive at a large canopy tent, designated as an area in which to consume sustenance. One either side of the long edges of the tent are tables stacked with a variety of foods and beverages, and within the center of the space are tables and chairs lined up in multiple rows.

I loiter outside at a corner of the tent, pretending to look around as if I'm searching for members of my own non-existent party. It seems that my pretty pink fairy has chosen herself, as well as two volunteers, from their group to procure their meals first. And, lucky me, they just so happen to pick the food line that is closest to my position.

The blue hydrangea fairy, a petite East Asian woman with a fun-and-perky attitude, is farthest from me as she leads the way down the line. The red hibiscus fairy walks just behind her, a bodacious Polynesian woman with full lips and even fuller hips. And, nearest to me still, is my precious - and still unnamed - pink fairy. At this distance, I can appreciate my lovely little fairy's beauty so much better.

Her moderate-size bosom bounces ever so slightly, and there's a carefree sway to her hips when she walks. I catch her smile briefly, so bright as if she's her own beaming sun, before she turns to face her friend. Her stature is slender, yet her costume showcases an alluring hourglass figure, including toned arms and legs. Half of her hair is swept over one shoulder, and I can properly admire how her auburn brown hair tumbles in a cascade of waves with curls at the ends.

I'm practically salivating just looking at her. So, I decide I've done enough waiting. Only when the two fairies' backs are facing me and they are conversing with each other, do I finally move forward. Then, I step up silently behind them, and announce myself.

"Hello, there!"

Both of the women jump and let out a quiet squeak, then spin around to face me.

The initial surprise and mild fear on their faces quickly fade. My pretty-in-pink fairy regards me somewhat warily, but there's no mistaking her nervous swallow and the lingering spike of intrigue in her pulse. Her friend, the red hibiscus fairy, is clearly less concerned about hiding her desire for me plain on her face.

"Well, hellooo, there," Ms. Hibiscus drawls in a sultry voice, her gaze falling and rising as she assesses me.

Her words seem to jolt her friend out of her temporary stupor, as she immediately blushes and ducks her head like an innocent schoolgirl. But then, she seems to think better of herself, and straightens her posture to look me in the eyes.

"Can we, um... help you, sir?" My sweet fairy asks, politely enough.

I flash a dazzling smile.

"Not exactly. I just saw your group from across the way, and I just wanted to tell you all how much I adore your costumes!" I gesture with my hand to each of their outfits, in turn. "I think they are all so beautiful, and very unique."

My little fairy looks down, as if she'd had to remind herself of what she's wearing. She then squirms a bit, as though she thinks she's missing a few layers of clothing, all of a sudden; I vehemently disagree, of course. Her full skirt reaches to her mid-thigh, still able to show off her elegant legs, and her bodice lacks any straps or sleeves to distract from her lovely collarbones and one bare shoulder. She's absolutely stunning, and sexy as Hell.

Ms. Hibiscus, however, seems to be far less modest about her own attire. She unapologetically twirls her tulle-layered skirt back and forth a few times. The skirt is divided into panels that are made to look like the petals of her namesake flower, and they flap in the breeze against each other as they move.

"Why, thank you, kindly!" Ms. Hibiscus replies immediately. Then, she side-eyes her friend and elbows her gently in the ribs. "Say 'thank you' to the nice man."

My sweet fairy flashes a mild glare in response, but then returns her attention to me.

"Yes, thank you. We really appreciate it," she finally replies.

She plasters on a smile that doesn't quite shine; not the way I'd seen her other genuine smiles, earlier this evening.

"Especially because we made them ourselves!" Ms. Hibiscus beams.

"Is that so?" I reply with legitimate admiration in my tone.

"Oh, yeah! Can you guess what we are supposed to be?" Ms. Hibiscus asks.

She not-so-subtly slides one of her hands along the very low, slightly plunging sweetheart neckline of her costume.

"Well, naturally, you are a fairy of the radiant red Hibiscus, aren't you?"

The young woman plays up her flirtatious reply.

"I am! Well done, sir!"

Ms. Hibiscus side-eyes my little fairy, once again. When she doesn't take the bait, I turn my attention to her, next.

"I must confess, I'm having a more difficult time trying to decipher your beautiful flower. Will you tell me which one it is?" I keep my voice light and friendly.

Just as she's opening her mouth to reply, the ever-salacious Ms. Hibiscus pops her head forward and answers first.

"If you can guess it right, she'll give you a kiss!"

My lovely fairy's face contorts into equal parts embarrassment and shock. She somewhat-playfully swats her friend on the arm.

"What are you doing?!" My fairy whisper-shouts at her.

As if I'd needed any more incentive to get closer to this treat of a woman.

"How many guesses do I have to get it correct?" I ask, and I tamper down my grin just a little.

My scandalized fairy's gaze whips back to look at me, but I don't acknowledge her, just yet. I focus on Ms. Hibiscus, instead, waiting for her to supply another answer.

"Honestly? As many as it takes to--YEOW!"

My apparently not-so-sweet fairy pinches her friend's arm, and not in a delicate or teasing manner. Her face reveals her frustration, her eyes communicating a silent message by glancing from Ms. Hibiscus, to me, then back again.

I pretend not to have noticed the act.

"Hmmm... let me see, now..."

I place my hand upon my chin as if deep in thought, then shift my stance and tilt my head in order to properly assess my beautiful fairy's equally beautiful costume. I'm better able to see the details than I'd been earlier, and can finally take the time to appreciate her costume properly.

"Give 'im a twirl, honey!" Ms. Hibiscus instructs, mimicking with her finger the action she wants her friend to perform.

Rolling her eyes, my lovely fairy does not comply.

"Okay, I think that's enough, now," she redirects with obvious annoyance.

She twirls Ms. Hibiscus instead, attempting to push her to the side and follow along after her down the line of food. It's times like these that I wish I had the power to read minds. No matter; I'll find out what my pretty pink fairy's flower is, soon enough.

"Well... should you ever change your mind, Miss...?" I prompt, hoping she'll at least give me her name; instead, she turns to give me a polite glare. I give her a smirk of acknowledgement, then put my hands up in silent surrender. "I'll be around. Feel free to come find me, if you'd like."

I give her a small bow, then turn on my heel and walk away at a leisurely pace. Due to my enhanced sense of hearing, I can't ignore the sound of her friend scolding her after I've finally left.

"What the-- You're letting him get away!"

"And you're being ridiculous!" My feisty fairy replies.

"But he was hot as fuck! And he really seemed to like you in particular, ya know!"

My fairy scoffs at that. Little does she know just how much I'm smitten with her.

"Come on! Let's go, already!"

I haven't walked far before I reach a nearby lamppost, and then I turn around to find my lovely fairy, once again. She's fawning over the members of her posse like a mother duck herding her ducklings. When she finally settles - only after ensuring everyone has gotten something to eat and drink - her anxious air mellows a bit. But I notice how she checks the edges of the tent one last time before finally digging into her meal.

She may think she won't seek me out on her own, but I'll not let her out of my sight for the rest of the night.

~ A Little Later ~

The last rays of the day are finally starting to fade away, sinking behind the horizon as the dark blanket of the night is pulling across the sky. Even as the rest of the middle-aged and older adults continue to loiter and enjoy the on-going celebrations from afar, the older teenagers and young adults spring into a new burst of energy, as the nighttime games and activities are starting to come to life.

The rainbow of young women I've been paying close attention to is no exception, it seems. One of the fairies in particular seems more jittery than the others - and I have a hunch it's not from the plethora of choices to pick from.

I've lost count by now of how many times I've watched my pretty little fairy looking around, trying to hide her anxiety from her fellow fairy friends. She'd glance over her shoulder, or sweep her sharp gaze over the entrance to a side street, or turn her head when she caught sight of something in her periphery.

Alas, the same thing had been there every time she'd tried to find it: absolutely nothing.

At long last, it appears the bouquet of young women have decided that the corn maze will be their next activity, given that there is enough lingering daylight to help guide their way for a little while longer. As they settle into the rather chaotic line outside the entrance, I notice that my pretty pink fairy has taken it upon herself to be the caboose of her group.

And then, I watch as she tugs on the elbow of the party member standing closest to her, the sunflower fairy, to pull her aside ever so slightly. This sunshine-y fairy has stunning light-copper skin, glinting with yellow-gold dusty glitter that compliments the bright yellow of her costume; her long hair is black as the night sky, cascading in a mixture of loose waves and small decorative braids.

My sweet fairy explains her plan to her friend. Ms. Sunflower looks genuinely concerned, as she reaches out to place a hand on my fairy's arm. Ms. Sunflower asks a question, and then my pink fairy checks either side of her waist; she finds her tiny bundle-pocket securely tied to her skirt, feels inside, and must grip onto her phone hidden within. When she confirms she has it, Ms. Sunflower still eyes her suspiciously.

I listen in now as they wrap up their conversation.

"If you're sure?" Ms. Sunflower asks for the second time.

"I'm sure. I'll be safe," my pink fairy reassures her.

I stifle my chuckle.

The two fairy friends give each other a kiss on the cheek, and then my pretty fairy slips away before others in her party can notice she intends to leave. Poor little lamb, off to fend for herself. I'll see to it that she's not alone for long.

I follow my precious prey from a distance, carefully surveilling the people around her for any potential threats - or obstacles I may need to overcome, once I approach her. Thankfully, she simply finds a worn wooden bench at the edge of the entertainment zone, relatively close to the edge of the surrounding forest.

The parameter has been roped off to ward festival-goers from venturing beyond the boundary of the town. Not that such a deterrent will actually stop anyone from having their fun, of course - local hooligans stirring up trouble, lovers young and old on a private stroll, peckish vampires stalking their next meal, etcetera, etcetera.

I saunter over to the pretty pink fairy sitting quietly on her bench.

"Excuse me, miss, I-- Oh! It's you!" I feign my surprise at seeing her again.

My fairy jolts in her seat when she hears me, her head whipping around to find the source of the disturbance. Her eyes widen when she first sees me, but once she recognizes my face, her expression turns slightly sour.

"Oh," she says with mild disdain. "It's you."

"Indeed," I say. "Might I be permitted to sit next to you, for a while?"

She simply scootches over a bit to one side, looking down at the ground, so I sit next to her.

"What are you doing here, all by your lonesome, little fairy?" I ask casually, leaning against the back of the bench.

She reigns in her scoff at the last moment.

"I'm no damsel in distress, thank you very much."

"Fair enough," I concede gracefully, raising my hands in surrender. "In that case... would you like to take a walk with me?"

My pretty fairy stiffens, and her expression turns contemplative.

"I know a lovely little cemetery nearby. I'd be very grateful if you'd join me to visit it, for a while."

She twists one of her shiny gold rings around her finger as she thinks through my proposition. She then looks to me.

"Just for a walk?" She clarifies.

"Just for a walk," I confirm.

She scans the grounds once more, then finally gives me her answer.

"Alright," she says with a determination in her voice.

"Lovely," I acknowledge her.

I stand and gesture in the general direction of the start of the path that leads to the cemetery. My pretty fairy stands, then we both start to walk side-by-side.

It doesn't take long for us to stroll down the designated path, and we chat along the way. I lead her to the quaint cemetery at the edge of the woods, one so small it would take only a few minutes total to walk around its perimeter. There is a miniscule mausoleum at one end, and a few above-ground sarcophagi scattered amongst the plethora of headstones and grave markers.

We are no longer within viewing distance of the festival grounds, but we are still able to hear the occasional laughter and screams caused by the festival's activities; we're far enough away that the location feels private and isolated. Now that I've successfully lured her here, I want to make the most out of this experience. She intrigues me, greatly.

"So," I begin.

My sweet fairy startles as my voice interrupts the silence.

"So," she repeats meekly.

I flash her a quick, debonair smile.

"Do I still have to 'guess correctly,' to earn a kiss from you?"

My sweet fairy flounders for a while, searching for words. She takes stock of her costume once more, perhaps trying to assess how difficult it might be for me to guess what her flower is.

Then, she stands tall, asserting herself with her stance; she places one hand on her hip, cocking it out in an unintentionally seductive pose. It's quite an adorable sight, like a small kitten facing off with a patient snake.

"No," she states confidently. "That offer has expired, I'm afraid."

"Damn!" I glance away and snap my finger, producing a rather loud click. Then I return my gaze to my beautiful little fairy. "That's a shame."

She turns on her heel and starts to casually walk down the central cemetery path.

"A shame, indeed," she says over her shoulder as she passes me. "I've always wanted to know what it's like to kiss a vampire."

She emphasizes the word because she thinks she's teasing me about my own Halloween costume. Little does she know, I'm more than willing to fulfill her heart's desire... for real.

"I'm told it's a uniquely pleasurable experience," I play along as I walk to meet her, and she giggles in acknowledgement.

We walk down the path side-by-side, until we reach a large, ancient tree near the other end. The pathway splits, the stone tiles curving around the low dirt mound covering its thick roots hidden beneath the earth.

My little fairy skips the last few steps until she reaches the tree, then suddenly spins around, her skirt and hair flying up a bit with the motion. She carefully arranges herself to spread her wire fairy wings on either side of her, then settles her back against the tree's wide trunk.

"You know," I say as I slowly close the distance between us. "I don't recall there being a rule that says I can't simply ask you to give me a kiss."

I stand before her, close enough to reach out toward each other with ease, yet far enough that she could easily side-step me if she'd want to leave. It dawns on me then, that this might very well be the longest amount of time I've taken to claim my intended meal. But I find, especially as an immortal, that I have plenty of time; and I'm quite enjoying myself, spending it with her.

"No... I suppose not," she concedes.

"Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you." I then give her a mild lascivious look. "That being said... I do have another idea, in mind."

She swallows nervously.

"And... what might that be?"

I tamper my grin, loving how skittish I've made her with my vague indication. There's mild fear in her anxiety, understandably. But the scent of her arousal flowing throughout her body is potent and undeniable.

I walk a little bit until she's turning her head to keep her eyes on me.

"We don't have to kiss on the lips," I tell her. "I could simply kiss you somewhere else, if you'd prefer."

Her eyebrows rise a bit at that, but she doesn't speak.

"That is to say, I could kiss your hand, your cheek... your neck."

It gives me immense pleasure to see her expression alight with mild shock. I hear her breath hitch in a tiny gasp, as well as her heart stutter for a beat before picking up its rhythm. She obviously likes that last suggestion, especially.

"Well..." she finally says. "I did say I wanted to know what it's like to..." She trails off, apparently at a loss for words, even though we both know how that sentence would have ended.

"You did," I encourage her, stepping forward to coax her closer to me.

The visible shiver that runs through her indicates she's aroused by my proximity. She bites her bottom lip reflexively, and I have to hold my ground to prevent myself from biting it, myself.

"I think," she pauses. "I think I'd like that."

I swing around the other side of the tree, until we are face-to-face. She jumps a little, but she turns toward me even further than she had on the other side, trapping one wire wing between her arm and the tree trunk. The rate of her breathing has increased; my eyes fall to watch as her moderately-sized chest begins to heave up and down within her corset.

I let my gaze trail back up slowly, so she can see just how much I want her. When my eyes finally reach hers, I speak with a firm but supportive tone.

"I give you my word," I keep my voice low and calm. "If you wish to stop, we will stop. It's as simple as that... I assure you."

She swallows, then nods carefully.

"I understand," she acknowledges quietly.

I smile at her, then tilt my head so I can look at her full face in its entirety. She's so beautiful; so delicate.

I bring up my hand and curl my fingers, letting her get a decent look at my long, pointed nails. I see her eyes widen with recognition, but she doesn't speak or move. Then I stroke the backs of my fingers down her cheek, feeling the warmth of her soft skin permeate into my cold, hard flesh. She lets out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering at my touch, and then finally refocuses to look into my eyes.

"So beautiful," I whisper.

Her eyes fall to my lips, and then she parts her own to lick them. I watch intently as her lovely pink tongue glides over her bottom lip and leaves a light sheen behind.

I sidle up to her from behind - carefully readjusting her trapped fairy wing, so it doesn't get damaged - then I slide my hands up her arms and around her shoulders. As I move, I turn her to face the trunk, so that she is situated with the tree at her front, and myself at her back.

I press myself gingerly into her, flattening her wire wings between us. I inhale her natural scent, tantalizing and inviting and saccharine.

"Such a pretty little fairy," I croon in her ear.

She sighs out her next breath, but I can tell it's more of a gasp of arousal. The change in her pheromones and rhythm of her heartbeat give her away, oh-so-easily. My cock stirs to life, steadily growing with every little noise I draw out of my precious fairy.

Her hair is fashioned in a way that it's clipped flat on one side, and the rest of her luscious locks are draped over the opposite shoulder. Not only is it an alluring style, but it will also serve to hide the marks I plan to make on her neck.

I use my fingers, ever so slightly grazing her skin with the sharp tips of my nails, to sweep her hair and bare her shoulder. Her skin prickles with goosebumps, and the movement of her hair causes a slight waft of her perfume to invade my senses.

"What is that delectable scent, I smell?" I ask with a light groan, wanting to let her know how mouth-watering she is to me.

I let myself trail the tip of my nose gradually along the length of her neck, and then settle it at the spot just below her ear. She swallows, gathering her courage to speak, before she's able to answer me.

"It's... called... Sweet Pea," she replies breathily, her hands flexing against the tree on either side of her.

Ahhh, I muse internally. So that's what her flower is.

"A perfect scent... for a perfectly sweet fairy."

I place a deep kiss to her pulse point beneath her jaw, letting my tongue press into her skin, and she moans at the contact. A delicious taste and an equally delicious sound, battling for my attention. It strengthens my erection, and it's starting to strain against the fabric of my slacks.

A urge of hunger surges within me, and I give in to the burning temptation: I lick her.

I start at the crook where her neck meets her shoulder, then glide my tongue up her neck. The salt of her sweat-slicked skin tastes like sugar to me, and I have to swallow down a feral growl, so as not to scare her. The act of licking her makes her body jerk and shiver, and her initial gasp at the sensation morphs into yet another tasty moan.

Her hips begin to gently undulate, tilting forward and back between the tree trunk and my groin. If she continues to respond like this - and, Hell forbid, become even worse - my strength of will shall surely be tested tonight.

I bring my lips to her ear.

"Remember, little fairy... if you want me to stop... all you have to do is say so."

Her only reaction is to swallow nervously, and there's a slight hitch in her breathing. When she doesn't give me any other response, I continue.

"However... if you do not stop me... I will simply continue to do... what I want to do."

I slide my palm from her shoulder down the length of her bare arm. I've likely gathered enough decorative glitter from her to make Edward Cullen jealous, but it will be so worth it if this experience with my beautiful fairy goes the way I'm hoping it will.

"Mmmm..." my pretty fairy moans.

She lets out little sighs and whimpers as my hand traverses her skin. And then, I gently grasp her wrist, carefully pulling her arm out, up, and inside of her fairy wing, until I place her hand firmly in my hair. She gasps at the contact, breathing even heavier now; and yet, she still does not stop me. In fact, she seems to lean into me, welcoming my presence. To show my gratitude, I let my lips pepper feather-light kisses along her neck and shoulder.

The hand I'd used to guide her arm now slides back down to band around her waist, securing her to me in a rather possessive embrace. Then, I snake my other hand over her hip, and down to her thigh. I silently thank the Circles of Hell that her costume's skirt is so very flexible and foldable; I'm easily able to find the bare skin of her thighs, and feel her body shiver as I raise my hand higher and higher towards her pelvis.

She starts to move her hips purposefully now, as if trying to guide me to where she wants me to touch her the most. So I comply, with immense joy.

I slide my hand until it reaches her panty-covered pussy, and once again I have to stifle the deep growl that wants to erupt from within me. I manage to turn it into a groan of appreciation, as I feel the dampness of my sweet fairy's arousal soaking through her panties. My cock starts to throb now, the knowledge of her obvious arousal spurring on my own.

"Ohhhh yessss," I practically hiss, letting her know exactly how much I love how wet she's become for me. "Such a good little fairy," I croon in her ear.

She lets out a moan and a mild shiver racks her body; her body dips as if her knees are about to give out. She moves just enough that my arm around her waist accommodates by holding her up.

"Please," she whispers, her voice saturated with desperation.

Her hips tilt to press her ass into my groin, seeking friction to ease her growing tension. A dark chuckle rumbles in my chest.

"I've barely touched you, Sweet Pea," I graze my lips across her temple. "And already you're falling apart for me."

Her hand in my hair clenches, signaling her simultaneous arousal at my teasing, and her frustration at my tactics of drawing out the moment.

"Don't you worry, pretty fairy. I'll make you feel so... very... good."

My hand on her pussy starts to rub over her panties.

"Ahh! Fuck!" She almost wails, finally receiving some relief for her pent-up desire.

I bring up my arm around her waist so that my hand rests on her chest. It's quite broad, and covers a fair amount of her heaving bosom, but my fingers easily slip beneath her bra-less corset. I gently knead at her breast, reveling in the feel of her soft, pliable flesh in my hand.

"Ohh!" She cries, her hand fisting my hair to tell me she likes the choice I'd made.

And finally, at long last, I slip the fingers of my lower hand beneath her panties.

"Oh-my-god!"

She instinctively thrusts her pussy into my hand, seeking friction where she needs the most relief. I, of course, oblige her immediately. I part her pussy lips with a single finger to gather her arousal, and then slide it up to stimulate her clitoris.

"Yes! Ohhh..."

She practically melts into me, even as her body still sways and undulates under my touches. Her free hand clenches as best it can into the bark of the tree, as if she needs a second anchor to keep herself upright.

"You sing so pretty for me, Sweet Pea," I tell her.

I rest my cheek against her temple, reveling in her symphony of sounds. My finger on her clit works in a steady rhythm, while my upper hand gently massages her breast, my fingers fiddling with her nipple.

"Oh, my--" She breathes out. "That feels... amazing," she sighs.

I work her clit harder, purposefully driving her towards her peak instead of leisurely stimulating her. Her hand flexes in my hair, giving me more signals about what she likes and where she needs me to concentrate.

"You look so tasty," I croon in her ear.

She gasps at my words, but her body maintains its gyrating rhythm.

"You smell so tasty,"

She moans this time, her head falling back and exposing her elegant throat even more.

"I can't help but wonder..."

She whimpers, tilting her hips in a way that invites my fingers toward her entrance, now.

"... how you would taste."

As I slip my fingers inside of her drenched pussy, I suckle on her neck, moaning against her flesh and sending vibrations through her. We both know I've already had the divine pleasure of tasting her skin; but she doesn't know that I crave to taste her blood, as well.

"Mmm!" she moans in a high-pitched tone. "Please," she suddenly rasps.

There's a certain urgency to her tone that surprises me, only because it sounds far more heightened than her previous pleas. I'm too enraptured by her not to play along, though. I lift my mouth off of her delectable skin to speak clearly, while maintaining a slow, steady thrusting of my fingers inside of her.

"Please what, little fairy?"

There's the briefest hesitation before she gives her answer.

"Bite me," she answers hazily.

My mind freezes for a moment, suddenly awash with panic that I may have revealed my true nature. We'd specifically agreed that I would kiss her neck. Even as I had planned to bite her eventually, due to my specific needs... why would she be asking for me to bite her, if she really knows what I am?

"You... want me, to bite you?" I inquire sincerely, keeping my voice low and level.

She lets out an exasperated whimper - as in, she makes a noise of frustration, because I'm not instantly complying with her demand. And then I feel her palming my hips with the hand that was once on the tree; she tugs me closer to her and presses her ass into my straining erection. The sudden impact with her sends lightning bolts of painful pleasure through me.

"F-fuck!" I let slip, genuinely shocked by her sudden action.

"Yes!" She repeats earnestly. "I want it!" her breaths turn into panting gasps. "Please, do it!"

Well... far be it from me to deny a lovely young lady what she most desires.

She seems to be in a daze of her own making: desperate, needy, and craving something beyond her current understanding. It's then that I realize: I never did glamour her. She's been abundantly willing to be here with me; it seems she genuinely wants to explore this connection between us, almost as much as I do.

If I don't glamour her, then she'll experience the bite as it naturally is: painful at first, then pleasurable by the end. And, more importantly, she'll remember most of the experience. Everything I plan to do from this point forward, I want her to remember.

"Alright, little fairy," I tell her.

She sighs out a moan, but her body immediately tenses. I soothe her by gently rolling my own body in tandem with hers. She's starting to squirm within my arms now; I have to disarm her, somehow. She needs to be relaxed - as much as possible, anyway - for it to be the least amount of painful for her.

I move my hand from her breast and start to stroke my palm back and forth over her chest. I use the tiniest fraction of my glamor ability on her, giving her a lightly sedative energy; I lure her into a state of peace and tranquility, easing her anxiety just a little, even as I continue to work her pussy at a languid pace with my lower hand. Thankfully, her body complies quickly, and soon she's leaning into me with a new looseness to her.

I withdraw my fingers from her soaking wet pussy, using her arousal as natural lubrication to stimulate her heated, swollen clitoris. Her head falls back further as I work her, until it's practically resting on my shoulder. I decide that this is the best time to give her what she wants, when she's finally distracted. I locate and focus on her jugular vein, and then I strike.

"AHH!"

She shrieks when my fangs pierce into her flesh, and her body writhes beneath me, but I hold her safe and secure in my arms. Her blood floods my mouth, coating my tongue with her otherworldly sweetness.

"Mmmm-rrrrr..." I groan into her flesh.

I could not stifle my primal growls this time even if I'd wanted to; her lifeblood is all-consuming, every single one of my senses is tuned in to drinking her essence.

My fingers on her clitoris quicken to match the intensity of my feeding frenzy. I can tell when the shift of the experience occurs; where her gasping breaths were once from shock and pain, they are now caused by the venomous pleasure running through her. It's not much longer until, as I'd expected, the unique experience of being bitten mixed with my diligent handiwork on her pussy, is what finally sends her soaring to her climax.

My pretty little fairy nearly screams like a wild fox, her body shaking and shuddering through an immensely powerful orgasm. I can even taste that boost of ecstasy in her blood as I continue to drink from her, drawing out the experience for both of our benefits.

However, I have to remind myself that I am in a newfound territory with this particular meal. I turn my gulps of her delicious blood into smaller sips, bringing myself back to my more logical senses. As she descends from her high state of bliss, her cries of ecstasy transform into softer moans and little whimpers. Eventually, I stop drinking completely, retract my fangs from her neck, and then check on her.

"Sweet Pea?" I prompt her.

She's breathing heavily, which is understandable, but she's starting to sway. Is she going to pass out? Shit!

I carefully turn her around, leaning her back against the tree and tilting her head up so I can scan her face for any possible warning signs.

"Little fairy, are you alright?" I ask.

Her eyes flutter open, and after a long moment, she focuses her eyes on me. She gives me a genuine, albeit rather weak, smile.

"That was..."

Her eyes wander, and her expression gradually morphs into one that suggests she's perplexed. Her hand rises to her throat, her fingertips haphazardly grazing the exact spot where my fangs had punctured her neck.

"... incredible," she finishes hazily.

I hesitate, waiting to see if she'll say anything more, but she doesn't.

"I'm... I'm glad you enjoyed it," I finally say, still watching her carefully.

She looks back at me, her eyes widening a bit more.

"Oh, yes. I did, very much!" She pauses. "But... why did it hurt so much, in the beginning?"

I shrug and tilt my head. I find myself disappointed that I'm unable to provide a specific reason for her. I stroke my fingertips down the side of her face, from temple to jaw.

"I'm afraid, that's just how it works," I explain.

She looks away and seems to mull over my answer. Her expression suggests she's still coming out of her dazed feeling, but she looks stable now. I take a large step back, far enough that I'm not crowding her, but close enough that I could catch her at a moment's notice.

Well... I probably shouldn't put this off any longer. It's time to take a leap of faith. I physically shudder at having used that phrase.

"How did you know?" I suddenly ask my fairy.

She looks at me again, obviously confused.

"What do you mean? Know what?"

"That I'm a vampire," I reply simply.

~ Human (Unnamed) ~

I look at the man incredulously; he's dressed in a literal vampire costume. Does he think I'd forgotten? It's kind of difficult to ignore. Especially because it looks so good on him.

"Um. Of course I know," I acknowledge. "You certainly look the part," I gesture to his costume.

He nods and smirks briefly, as if only now remembering himself, of the way he's currently dressed.

"No, I mean... that I'm a vampire." He puts a specific emphasis on the word, as if I should know it's an inside joke, or something. "As in, a real one."

I can't decide if his commitment to this bit is funny or annoying.

"Uh-huh. Sure."

"No, really, I am!" He doubles-down, his expression oddly sincere.

I don't feel that I'm in danger, at the moment. But that doesn't mean I should disregard his comments so quickly. I don't know this... rather stunning specimen of a man, so I should still keep my guard up. Regardless of how "close" we've become, recently.

"And how would I have known that, exactly?"

"You asked me to bite you." He states matter-of-factly. "Do you remember?"

I do, vaguely, recall doing that. Shit!

"I was just... going with the flow! Leaning into the whole, role-playing, vampire-biting... thing!"

He looks slightly scandalized at my explanation.

"You mean, as in... a kink?"

My face instantly flushes with heat as embarrassment floods through me. My mouth opens and closes, but no sounds come out as I try to prepare a reasonable explanation to counteract his assumption. Instead, I shift the blame back on him.

"Well... I wasn't expecting you to actually break my skin, ya know?!"

He scoffs. "Oh, I did more than 'break your skin,' Sweet Pea," he says, clearly amused.

That catches my attention. My expression turns more serious when I ask my next question.

"What do you mean... more?"

He takes a measured step closer to me. I keep my eye on him, but I don't move back yet, waiting to see what he does next.

"You asked why it had hurt... when I'd bitten you."

I don't remember asking that, specifically, and yet it feels familiar.

He takes another step, slow and methodical. I don't move yet, though I do shift my position, adjusting my stance.

"But then... it had felt good, didn't it? Very soon afterwards."

With his next move toward me, now I do step back. My instincts are telling me that what he's saying is true, even as my mind is telling me it can't possibly be so.

"And that's why your fingers flew to your neck... as though you knew to search for a wound."

Unconsciously, I repeat that same gesture. My fingertips find the place where his teeth had touched my skin. Lo and behold - unless he's playing a really clever yet twisted trick on me - I feel two tiny craters in my skin that I've never had before.

That is... until he'd bitten me.

This man had bitten me, and then he had drunk my blood!

Scream, my panicking mind tells me.

I should scream. I should warn people here. If I scream...

No one will care. It's Halloween, and it's completely dark now. Anyone who might hear the sound will just think it's part of the ambiance of the festival.

And besides, if I scream, what's to stop this... individual, from killing me even quicker, only to flee the scene that much sooner?

It would make sense for me to be scared right now, but it doesn't mean that I am. Well, obviously, a little bit... but not nearly as much as I probably should be.

I take a small step to the side, expecting him to mirror my movement; when he only keeps his gaze fixed on me, I take another step. Soon, I'm gradually circling this person as if I am suddenly the predator now, and he is my prey to appraise. Though, I am well aware that is not the reality of the situation here.

His head turns so he can continue watching me, only stopping when he can't turn it any further without adjusting the rest of his body. He'd certainly be able to hear if I suddenly bolted away from him, what with all the dead leaves covering the ground; not to mention my oh-so-impractical high heels that would click-clack on the stone pathways.

As I circle him slowly, I take in as many details as I can. I'd already established that he's tall-ish, dark-haired, and undeniably handsome; a classic specimen for a creature of the night. His costume is simple, but effective, since his manner of talking and suave attitude do most of the work for him, anyway. He really does embody a classic vampire; and he looks fine as hell.

When I finally return to the spot where I'd started in front of him, I see his eyebrows rise, as if waiting for me to speak.

"Even if I believed in that sort of... thing," I finally say. "Why should I believe you?"

Then he smiles at me; the smirk in his lips tells me that he's amused and curious. He does that shrug-motion again, so casual and yet very aware of just how much of an inconvenience his lack of a satisfying response is.

"Because it's the truth?" He says hopefully.

I scoff lightly, but I decide to humor him. My curiosity is going to be the death of me, I know it. If I survive tonight, I'll go as a dead cat covered in question marks next year for Halloween.

"Alright, Drac," I say with false bravado, placing my hands on my hips. "Can you show me proof, of some kind?" I ask.

His eyebrows rise, but he nods as if he's proud I'd asked the question.

"Certainly," he replies plainly. "Let's see..." he muses for a moment, his gaze raking over me.

My mind immediately starts to list what I know from the movies and books I've read. Silver and sunlight burn them, but neither of those things are around, at the moment. A stake through the heart and decapitation kills them - but, let's be honest, that would kill pretty much anybody, right? But before I can offer any of these stereotypical methods, the supposed-vampire beats me to it.

"I have an idea," he says. I wait patiently for him to continue. "It would require some trust - more on your part, than on mine." I raise an eyebrow at him, but stay silent. "But it would be, in my humblest opinion, a method of proof that you'd be highly unlikely to deny."

Interesting phrasing, there.

"And... what would that method be?" I inquire with intrigue.

He nods, apparently praising me for asking a follow-up question.

"You could consume some of my blood."

I wait for the punchline to land. When one doesn't, my eyebrows fly up to meet my hairline.

"Consume... your blood?" I repeat.

"Yes," he replies.

He's serious. I decide to indulge my curiosity, just for funsies.

"And if I were to... do that," I say sarcastically. "What would it do to me, exactly?"

"It would heighten your senses. It would give you a temporary experience of my capabilities... as a vampire."

"How much would I need to consume for there to be... any 'significant consequences?'"

He huffs out a light laugh at that. But he nods again, clearly impressed that I'm being so thorough and logical about such an impossible topic.

"You can have a little - that is, just a few drops - without any serious or long-lasting side effects."

I look at him sternly, but I try to keep my composure friendly.

"You're sure?" I can't help but ask again.

"I give you my word," he replies with a bow of his head, bending just a bit at the waist, as well.

How gentlemanly. All of a sudden, I wonder how old he is. Like, really is. I hope I'll remember to ask him later.

"Well... it's not as if I'm likely to get another opportunity like this again," I muse aloud.

I see a flash of a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, but he says nothing. He simply waits, patiently, for me to answer.

"Okay," I finally consent.

"Lovely," he acknowledges.

He slowly steps forward until he is so close to me, I almost feel the need to lean back so I can still look at him properly.

I watch intently as he presses the pad of his thumb into the sharp point of one elongated canine tooth - his supposed fang, I correct myself. He then pulls his thumb away, and now there's blood welling into a moderately sized droplet on his skin. It's incredibly dark in color, and I can't quite distinguish if that's simply because of the lack of good lighting at the moment, or if perhaps his blood is naturally that shade.

Okay. So, that just happened. Not concrete enough to truly confirm anything for me, but it's certainly a good start. But it also makes me realize something super important that I had somehow missed before now:

This is an incredibly stupid idea, for a plethora of sane reasons.

However... the best reason why this might not be the stupidest idea? He just might be an actual vampire, and I'd get to see even the tiniest glimpse into what that kind of life is like. Or, rather, unlife. Existence, I suppose, is more fitting...

Apparently, I'd been silent and staring for too long, because the supposed-vampire's voice refocuses my attention back to his eyes.

"Open," he instructs.

His voice is deep and soothing, almost velvety. While that single word wasn't spoken as a question, exactly, I don't hear any indication of "do it, or else" in his tone. It reassures me further that he's not going to force anything; he's going to keep his promise to me.

I open my mouth, my gaze flitting between his thumb and his eyes.

"Tongue," he directs next, in the same manner as before.

I push my tongue out until it's sitting on my lower lip. He hovers his bleeding thumb over it, but he seems hesitant. Is he debating whether he should let his blood fall onto it, or if he should press the pad of his thumb to it? Is he second-guessing this idea too, now?

So, I make the choice for him. I lift up my tongue until it touches his thumb, then I close my lips around it. I see his eyes widen and hear a faint gasp escape him, and then I register the taste of his blood.

The flavor starts out similar to how my own blood tastes, whenever I'd give myself a minor cut from organizing papers or using scissors haphazardly. Instinctually, I swipe my tongue on his thumb to gather the rest that hasn't clotted yet; as I take the time to really taste it, letting the liquid travel over my tongue, the experience shifts.

I notice all of my senses begin to sharpen, one after the other. It's as if previously, my brain had been covered by a semi-sheer veil; and now, it's been lifted away, allowing me to perceive things clearly for the first time.

My eyes adjust to see more light in the darkness, like a nocturnal animal. My ears register the subtler sounds of leaves rustling in the light breeze, where I hadn't noticed it before. My next inhale picks up a few different smells around me; the dampness in the air, the scent of the trees above, the remnants of my perfume that surely had worn off hours ago. My skin feels almost tingly; one of my hands notes the roughness of the bark of the tree behind me without actually moving, while my other hand rises to explore the fabric of the clothing this man is wearing.

No. Not a man. Not a human man, anyway. A vampire.

"It's true," I hear myself say.

Even my voice sounds sharper, like the clinking of crystal glassware rather than mumble-y like the croaking of a frog or toad.

In response to my statement, my vampire simply shrugs, as if it's an everyday experience. Well, I suppose, for him, it would be.

"Is this... what it's like for you... all the time?"

I find that I'm speaking a little slower, as if I'm practicing a new language.

"Not quite," he replies.

His voice makes my mind rattle a bit; it sounds no different from how he's spoken before, and yet there's something different in its quality.

"This is merely a taste - if you'll forgive the pun - of what it's like for me."

"It's a good taste."

We both look shocked now.

"What... do you mean, by that?" He asks.

I swallow, and I register the faded flavor of the vampire's blood on my tongue.

"Your blood... tastes... good," I manage to finally explain. "In my opinion, anyway."

His eyes widen then, and he swallows somewhat nervously. He steps even closer to me, until our chests are almost touching, but it feels like he's purposefully keeping some distance between us.

But I don't want him to be so far away. This dichotomy between us - fairy and vampire, light and dark, salvation and corruption - is only drawing me deeper into this experience.

I smooth my palms up and down the vampire's thick cloak, currently draped over his shoulders and partially lying over his chest. It takes me a moment to realize, that there's no heat or heartbeat, where there should be.

"I will probably never get a chance like this - with a vampire - ever again," I state, lacing my tone with sarcasm.

I emphasize "probably" to mean "definitely," since there's no chance on Earth that this could happen again. Right?

And I'm not even fully convinced that he is, indeed, a real-life vampire. Am I?

I see him smirk, but then he presses his lips together and schools his face to hide some apparent amusement at my statement. But I don't dwell on it. If I'm going to do this, I have to do it now.

My hands clench, fisting the edges of his thick cape.

"I want you... to kiss me," I finally say, and then look up at him. "Please?"

I can tell that he knows exactly the type of "kiss" I'm referring to this time.

"I've been dying to do exactly that, Sweet Pea."

Before I can make a quippy remark about his use of the word "dying," his lips are capturing mine in a surprisingly gentle kiss.

It starts out sweet, yet passionate. Then it becomes heated, and a bit possessive. His mouth lingers, his lips caressing my bottom one and pulling just a little, as his fingers in my hair hold me steady. A desperate gasp escapes me, loving the building tension between us and yet craving for it to escalate.

And then I feel the shift; the kisses quickly turn hungry, almost insatiable. Our lips bash, our tongues tangle, our little noises spur each other on. It's become so intense, he's nearly growling; unless, he actually is growling, now? His hand in my hair starts to tug with a delicious, passionate tension. His hand on my hip feels like a vice, his fingers digging into my flesh through the fabric of my costume. It actually hurts, just a little... does he have claws of some kind?

I don't get another moment to ponder about what other attributes I may have missed about my vampiric paramour, because the next thing I know, he's lifting me off the ground.

With enviable ease, his hand on my hip slips down under my thigh, and he hoists me up until I'm settled against his pelvis. A gasp of surprise escapes me, but his lips meet mine once again. My legs instinctually wrap themselves around him, and I can feel his triumphant grin through his continued kisses. I'm too distracted, too wrapped up in the experience, to realize where he's taking me. But I do manage to register that I'm being lowered down, and then I feel a cold hardness at my back.

Well... this definitely isn't another tree, I think to myself.

"Ow," I cry out quietly.

My vampire had nipped my lip with his fang, and it'd stung enough to jolt me out of my stupor.

"Sorry," he murmurs half-heartedly.

My hungry vampire then migrates his mouth to attend to my neck - which is clearly his favorite spot to explore.

"You don't sound very sorry," I tease him.

"Mm-hmm..." is all he can seem to manage as a response.

My enamored vampire seems overtaken by indulgence, as he lavishes my bare neck and chest with open-mouth kisses and gentle nips. His hips grind into me, and I can feel his bulging erection rutting against my embarrassingly-soaked panties.

The angle reminds me of our changed position; it's then that I finally take in my new surroundings.

I've been laid atop a cool, flat surface, and when I look around I can see that it's one of the few above-ground sarcophagi. I hold back my shriek of shock, but I still sit up and try to push my vampire off me, with very little success.

"Wha-- Hey!" I try to shove him. He simply raises his head to look at me. "We can't do - stuff - right here!" I say as if there might be ghostly passersby wandering around. Which, for all I know, there might be.

"Why not?" My handsome vampire asks casually, quirking an inquisitive brow.

"Because, it's... disrespectful!" I glance around pointedly at the grave markers and head stones that decorate the cemetery.

He smirks at me with disbelief and amusement sparkling in his eyes.

"And, the 'stuff' we were doing before, wasn't?"

You mean when you bit me as you were fingering me, consequently sending me into a state of oblivious bliss? That "stuff?"

He has an excellent point.

"Well... that was... very easily hidden," I attempt to logic my way out of this. "The tree helped maintain the illusion that you were only necking me."

My sultry vampire simply chuckles, gently shaking his head.

"In any case, pretty fairy, I can assure you: the residents don't mind," he informs me.

I blink a few times.

"And you'd know that... how, exactly?"

"Because nobody's home, at the moment," he explains, his eyes briefly sweeping the area.

"Uh-hunh," I acknowledge.

I choose not to question him any further. The mind-blowing discovery of one supernatural creature's existence is enough to sate my curiosity for one day.

"Now that we've established we're completely alone," my vampire says. "Do you still... want to continue?"

His expression is so sweet and sincere. I'm having a hard time believing he's actually stopped to check-in with me like that. I appreciate it, of course, but still. I guess I have more to learn about vampires than I'd thought.

"Yes!" My response is almost immediate. "Do you?" I decide to add, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden.

My beautiful vampire responds by gently grinding his crotch into mine. I gasp when I feel the pressure of his bulge against my panty-covered pussy.

"Does that answer your question, little fairy?" He smirks, but the hunger in his eyes makes him look even more enticing, if that's even possible.

I nod my head vigorously, and my body seems to take over the wheel. My hips start to tilt back and forth, rubbing my pussy against my vampire's erection. He lets out a deep sigh, then starts to gently thrust in the opposite directly. I soon find myself rutting up into him to meet his thrusts, dry-humping him back with wild abandon. Clearly, my dignity has left the cemetery.

This frenzied pseudo-fucking is starting to drive me insane. It feels like dangling a carrot from a stick in front of me; or perhaps an eggplant is a more accurate comparison.

"I want you."

I inhale a gasp when I realize I've said the words aloud. But before I can take them back, my passionate vampire is groaning with need, resting his forehead on my bare shoulder for a moment to gather his wits.

"Ohhh... little fairy." Then he lifts his head to look at me again. "Truly?"

There's a concoction of emotions in his expression; reverence, hope, and trepidation being the most prominent ones I can detect. I look away, suddenly overcome by the intensity of the energy surging between us. Then his hand grabs my chin, his thumb pressing into my jaw while his fingers spread over my cheek.

"Tell me what you really want," he commands.

I feel helpless to tell him anything but the truth.

"I want you... to fuck me," I confess.

My swooning vampire groans with delight, then dives toward me to seal our lips in a kiss. He brings me up with him, then he works on getting his pants undone as he tries to keep kissing me. As he fumbles with his belt, I struggle to shrug my arm out of my elastic bindings that are holding my wire wings in place.

"No!" He stops me when he notices. "Leave them."

I raise an eyebrow at him.

"You want me to wear my wings, while we...?"

"Yes," he replies immediately, with a knowing grin. "I want to see how my little fairy likes to be fucked by her vampire."

I shudder at his words, a stuttering gasp escaping my lips before I can catch it. He seems to rejoice in the effect that sentence had on me.

"That's it," he croons, watching me intently. "You like that, don't you, Sweet Pea?"

He trails his knuckles down the side of my face in a tantalizing caress.

"You... a pretty little fairy of the light..."

He presses a deep kiss beneath my jaw.

"... capturing my attention..."

He leans down to lap his tongue along my clavicle.

"... a dark creature of the night."

He gently suckles on my pulse point at my throat, pressing his tongue into my skin for emphasis.

"Do you like that a vampire has caught you, little fairy?"

He inhales my scent deeply, then rumbles out that same breath, slowly and deliberately. My skin prickles from the sharp chill of his breath, but the immediate reaction of fear quickly morphs into one of desire, with the low growling sound vibrating through my muscles.

"Answer me, Sweet Pea," my suave vampire coaxes gently.

A shiver runs down my spine when his mouth attaches to the sensitive spot just beneath my ear. He sucks hard at first, then immediately follows by pressing his tongue to soothe the stinging sensation.

"Yes," I nearly squeak. "Yes... I do!"

He chuckles darkly, then finally works himself free from his pants. The momentary break allows me to give him a demand of my own.

"If I'm keeping my wings on... you're keeping your cloak, too."

He smirks impishly.

"Gladly," he replies with ease.

I feel him shove my panties aside, and then I feel the head of his hard cock sliding through my wet pussy lips.

"Fucking hell, little fairy," he croons.

He watches intently as he guides his cock against me, spreading my arousal. It makes me squirm with anticipation.

"Such a pretty pussy... for such a pretty fairy."

His talent for elongating the time it takes to do things is both maddening and arousing.

"Please," I plead reflexively. I feel I can't wait much longer, or I may combust from all this pent-up energy.

He smiles knowingly down at me.

"Don't worry, sweet fairy. I won't torture you for long."

That sentence would make me afraid all over again, if I were under different circumstances. As it is, though, I simply rock my hips to help spread my arousal over his throbbing cock.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

He knows I am, but my subconscious appreciates the check-in, anyway.

"Yes," I reply confidently. "I'm ready."

He finally enters me, sliding in about halfway with laughable ease. I must be dripping wet for him to get that far in so quickly. I want to be embarrassed about it, but he feels so fucking good inside of me, I find I couldn't care less about how desperate I am for him.

"Ohhh... sweet... little... fairy," he sighs reverently. His eyes flutter as my muscles automatically fluctuate around the invasion that is his beautiful cock. "You even feel delicious."

I don't get a chance to respond, or even acknowledge him properly, because he starts to fuck me. He's slow and steady, pulling out until only the head of his cock remains inside me, and then sliding back in. He pushes a little further each time, and we watch each other's faces as our mutual pleasure continues to build.

"I can take more of you," I hear my own voice say.

We both gasp in shock at my statement.

"'More,' you say?" my vampire smirks knowingly.

I swallow, suddenly embarrassed by my neediness.

"Yes," I say a bit too shyly.

"I'm only too happy to oblige, my pretty fairy," he replies.

On his next push inside me, he goes almost all the way to the hilt in one strong stroke.

I cry out at the rudeness change, but the stretch of his cock inside my wanting pussy is absolutely divine.

"Ohhhh... yes!" I quickly say, ensuring he knows it feels only pleasurable to me.

He places his forehead against mine, then starts to fuck me more. Eventually, he establishes a steady pace, faster than before but not to the point of powerful "thrusting," exactly.

I can sense that he's allowing me to adjust, letting me take my time to come to terms with... well, with what's happening right now. What we're doing. What he is. What I want.

"Show them to me?" I say it as a question, though I'd wanted it to be a command.

The logical part of my brain doesn't understand why I would ask that. But the rest of me certainly does.

My devilish vampire smirks at first, but he readily complies, still maintaining his languid pistoning inside me. He lowers his jaw, then his upper lip twitches momentarily, and I watch with rapt attention as his canines gradually extend. His pearly-white fangs slowly grow longer, elongating from his existing teeth, and eventually taper into pin-like points when they've fully emerged.

I gasp, not from shock, but from lust. The sight of this man baring his fangs - his real, vampiric tools of survival - sends a lightning bolt of heat directly to my core.

"Oh, fuck..."

Why is that so fucking hot?! My pelvis starts to rut up to meet his thrusts, urging him to move more. Increase the pace; increase the intensity; increase literally anything to keep this going. He huffs out a knowing laugh of amusement, then leans down closer to me so I can view his fangs better.

It hits me then: I'm staring at a vampire's fangs, while said vampire fucks me, in a cemetery in the woods, on Halloween night. Needless to say, I did not have this particular scenario on my bingo card for this year.

"Kiss me," I hear myself say. Then my lust-addled mind decides to add, "I want to kiss a vampire."

I've already kissed him, of course. But asking for it now, when I know for a fact that he truly is a vampire... well, it just hits a little differently.

A dark chuckle rumbles deep within his chest; it makes me want to crawl up beneath his skin to feel its full effect. My sensual vampire obliges immediately, continuing a slower thrusting pace, but still hitting deep inside my pussy where I need it most. After a few careful kisses, he keeps his mouth more open, and seems to encourage me to explore this spectacularly unique feature of his. My lips slide up and down the front of his fangs, one after the other, and then my tongue tentatively reaches out to analyse it like a stalactite.

And, naturally, my tongue slides over one sharp pointed tip in such a way that the fang pricks through. I don't flinch away from the sting; in fact, my instincts urge me to push a little more to deepen the puncture, ever so slightly. My brain and body are both still aware that this will likely be my one and only experience to... shall we say, interact... with a real vampire in such an intimate manner, and so I would be remiss if I didn't indulge in my deepest desires, here and now.

I stop pushing my tongue into his fang when I feel a genuine jolt of pain, and when I sense my own blood starting to trickle down to my throat.

"Sweet fairy," my vampire croons, his lips brushing against mine as he drawls out the pet name.

It sounds like a warning, a yearning, and a plea all wrapped up in one beautiful little sentence.

"Scary vampire," I tease him back.

We both laugh a little, and then he pulls back a bit, just enough for me to see his mouth clearly. I can see the tiniest bit of my blood capping the end of his fang, and I watch as his own tongue swipes over it. He closes his mouth and lets out a little moan before he swallows. And then, he simultaneously surprises and delights me.

He presses his own tongue against the point of his other fang, drawing his own blood in the same manner I had just drawn mine. He shows the puncture to me, his blood slowly welling on the muscle; he seems to be offering it to me, waiting so as to not force me into anything. But we both know exactly how much I want any and all parts of what he has to offer me.

I nod vigorously, opening my mouth in a way to invite him back to me. He dips down, and we mingle our tongues before our lips follow suit.

A fresh wave of molten heat roils through me, knowing that my blood and his blood - his vampire blood, to be specific - are swirling around together. We've exchanged blood already, first when he'd bitten me and second when I'd suckled his thumb, but this takes it to a whole new level. I even get a little burst of that same sense-heightening experience from when I'd tasted his blood the first time. It makes everything feel more intense, clearer in its detail and deeper in its potency.

My vampire's thrusting picks up naturally, and my body automatically tries to meet his pace and intensity. Our hands roam and grip each other everywhere they can reach; clawing at clothing, tugging on limbs, fisting in hair. I feel so free, even as I don't feel my mind is fully in control of my actions; I'm letting my natural urges and instincts lead the way, and I'm loving every second of it.

I love how my seductive vampire feels, pistoning inside me like a well-oiled machine. He gives me just enough room that I can contribute to the movements by tilting my hips to meet him when his cock plunges deep into my pussy. It's so intense, so intoxicating, so all-consuming, that I'm starting to feel light-headed.

My vampire suddenly breaks away, and I find myself chasing after him so I can keep the taste of him fresh in my mouth. It's only then that I realize we're both panting. Apparently, he'd noticed I'd been struggling to breathe properly; but I wonder if vampires even need to breathe, at all?

"You taste so fucking divine, my sweet fairy," my vampire growls with primal elation.

"And you taste infernal, my scary vampire," I retort.

We both chuckle, and then he dives down to worship my neck. I unashamedly turn my head to give him unrestricted access.

I love the feeling of his mouth on me. His plush lips suckling my skin; his strong tongue pressing and licking; his sharp fangs carefully grazing.

"I need more," I say without intending to.

"More?" he asks.

I can feel the smirk fluttering at the corner of his mouth against my skin.

"Fuck me harder. Please?"

He pulls back to look at me. A somewhat pained expression contorts his features. I feel him increase his pacing, but not quite enough for what I really need. He then explains himself.

"I want to... you have no idea, how much I want to. But I must... stay in control, my precious fairy."

He plants a deep kiss on my forehead. At any other time, I'd definitely find that gesture to be adorable. But right now, I don't really want sweetness.

Well, that simply will not do! I muse in my head.

"Fuck me how you really want to, vampire!" I goad him on.

His response is to make a very unique sound; it's a cross between a growl and a hiss. And the way his eyes literally light up, flashing like a glowstick of neon magenta... Well, I worry for a moment that I may have made a massive mistake.

Thankfully, I'm rewarded rather than punished. My terrifying vampire leans down toward me, kisses me and holds me captive with his lips, and then starts thrusting into me at about three times the power he'd been before. Now I'm the one who has to break away.

"Oh! Fuck! Yes!" I pant out to the rhythm of his movements.

My fingers anchor into his hair, gripping them like a safety bar on a roller coaster, as he thoroughly plows into me.

"Yes! Yes! Oh my god, YES!"

I can't seem to shut up, but he doesn't seem to mind. I love listening to his sounds, when I'm able to hear them; his masculine grunts fuel my attraction, and his vampiric growls fuel my arousal.

If it weren't for my thoughtful vampire's strong, hard hand protecting the back of my head, I'd likely have cracked open my skull on the sarcophagus from how much I'm thrashing my head back and forth, lost to the intensity of how well his cock is driving into me.

"Oh my-- fuck, I'm close," I suddenly realize.

I look up and meet my vampire's gaze, his wild glowing eyes capturing mine like I'm a meek prey who's spotted a nearby predator.

"I'm so close. Please!"

I arch my neck, communicating without words exactly what I want him to do. What I need from him. I could probably come with several more of his powerful thrusts alone, with maybe a little extra help if I rubbed my clit. But I know for a fact what will bring me to a truly sublime, mutually-beneficial climax much, much sooner.

When he doesn't respond as I'd expected him to, I carefully tug on his head, trying to guide him to where I want his mouth to be.

"I--" my vampire cuts himself off, his thrusting faltering just a bit. "No. I can't," he finally says, seeming to shake his head with guilt.

"Yes, you can!" I wail. "I know you can. Please, I need it!"

I'm so far gone, I do not care that I'm begging. Yet again.

"I cannot take too much from you, sweet one. For your own safety," he insists.

"You won't!" I plead, trying my best to sound genuinely reassuring. "I want you to bite me! Please!"

He gives me an expression that is a mixture of longing to please me and a duty to preserve my well-being.

"I trust you. Do it," I coax him.

"Little fairy," he warns.

"I want you to," I try again.

He whimpers, his brows furrowed with frustration, still holding himself back.

"Bite! Me!" I say firmly, promising myself that it will be my final attempt.

I hear that delicious hiss-slash-growl sound, then I see his upper lip reveal his teeth. Finally, his face disappears from my view, and he sinks his fangs into my neck.

I cry out, not bothering to keep my volume in check, as the pain and pleasure swirl together in the most exquisite experience I've had to date.

If my otherworldly vampire wasn't literally on top of me and holding me down to the Earth, I'd swear I was floating up into the night sky, being welcomed by the shining stars. Just before I finally shut my eyes, they even seem to twinkle loudly, as if they know the secret of what we two are doing and are promising not to tell another soul.

It's pure ecstasy. An intense, all-consuming, one-of-a-kind of euphoria. The molten lava of pleasure seeps into my veins through my vampire's bite. The sensuous drawing of my blood into my vampire's mouth gives me a feeling of being high on cloud nine. The pulsing heat of my orgasm spasms through my pelvis as my vampire diligently continues to piston inside me. It's all too much, and yet it's completely perfect, in every way I could never imagine before.

At last, my vampire's movements transform from constant back-and-forth into sharp, stuttering thrusts. At last, I feel his release, his warmed cum spurting into me with each of his powerful thrusts. I feel his cock pulsing in tandem with my inner walls, as they work together to prolong both of our sensations for as long as we can.

His clawed fingertips dig sharply into my hip, and his hand in my hair holds my head in place. I can feel him purposefully trying to slow down from slurps to sips as he tastes my blood. My hands hurt from clenching his hair and cloak so tightly, and my leg muscles burn from the awkward angles and squeezing to keep him as close to me as physically possible. I imagine I'm going to be so very sore, for several days.

Finally, we are both jerking from overstimulation. It's abundantly clear that neither of us wants this experience to be over. Eventually, we both still, and he stays inside of me. He carefully lowers himself to lay on me, though he's obviously holding himself up so as not to crush me. But I love the pressure of his body atop mine, and I encourage him to get a little closer, pulling at him gently with my arms and legs around him.

He smirks when he realizes what I want, and he complies - barely, but enough that I can feel the difference. I slide my hands to tangle my fingers into his thick, dark hair, then bring his lips to mine. He caresses my face with one of his hands, and I can tell he's letting me lead these kisses, this time.

I revel in the incredible afterglow of sex. Sex with a vampire, to be specific. An item on my bucket list I never would have imagined could actually come true. I reluctantly slow my kissing, then gently push his face up so I can see him properly.

There are so many things I want to say to him - "thank you" being at the top of the list - but I suddenly find myself speechless. My expression must indicate my addled state of mind, because my beautiful vampire prompts me, then.

"Allow me to clean up the mess we've made?" He asks, though he's already starting to slink down my body.

He carefully slides his cock out of my pussy, and I feel our mixed fluids escaping me. When my vampire finally reaches his destination, he spreads my pussy lips and simply admires me for a moment.

"You're fucking gorgeous, little fairy," he croons.

I prop myself up on my elbows so I can see him better. Before I can even open my mouth to speak, his long, broad tongue is swiping up our cum concoction from bottom to top.

"Oh, my-- fuck!" I cry out.

I'm so glad that I'd lifted myself off of the hard surface of the sarcophagus, otherwise I'd have one hell of a bump when my head falls back. My vampire's tongue is magical, as he diligently laps at my pussy, literally licking me clean. He alternates between gently tonguing my entrance, scooping out our mixed cum, and licking along my clit in a slow, relaxing manner.

"Fuuuuck..." he sighs reverently. "I love the taste of us."

But there is no "us," unfortunately.

~ A Little Later ~

We've finally arrived back at the edge of the festival grounds.

I can't help myself. I kiss him again.

I pull him close by the edges of his cloak near his collar. His body stiffens in surprise for a moment, but then he starts to melt. His arms snake around to embrace me, holding me tightly to him until I can feel he won't let me go right away. I then slide my hands up and around his neck, letting my fingers get one last tangle into his hair.

"Little fairy," my vampire warns.

Reluctantly, I pull away. He's looking at me with yearning in his eyes, but the firm set of his jaw tells me he's restraining himself.

"If you keep behaving this way, I'll have no choice but to capture you... for real."

I flash a sad smile of understanding. I have to get back. There's no way I can stay.

But holy mother of god, I really don't want to leave, right now. The urge to ask if I'll ever see him again, or to even pull out my phone and hope he has one of his own to put his number in it, is very strong. And yet, I really don't want to come off as a desperate Juliet for this man.

No. This vampire.

I let my body sag away from his, my hands sliding until they rest lazily on his chest. I look up at him, finally looking into his eyes; I see that they are indeed a beautiful shade of magenta, though they aren't glowing just now.

"Thank you," I finally say.

Those two words don't seem nearly adequate enough, and yet they're all I have to give him.

He gives me a bittersweet smile. And then, he gently grabs my chin, tucks my head, and plants a long, deep kiss on my forehead. Now, I can appreciate the sweetness of the gesture. I like that it seems to be a signature move for him.

"It was my pleasure," he replies.

Oh, god. His voice makes me feel like I'm wrapped in the softest velvet.

When he finally releases me, I pull away. Before I can spiral about the fact that this man is likely at least a few decades old, and therefore has likely had plenty of other lovers before me, I take a few steps back.

I take one last, good look of my seductive vampire, in all his glory. This might very well be one of the best nights of my life, and I never want to forget it.

"I have to go," I finally say.

The intonation in my voice makes it sound like I'm reminding myself, rather than informing my vampire. He nods gently.

"I know," he acknowledges, sliding his hands into his pockets.

I swallow, gathering my courage to walk away.

"Goodbye," I state clearly.

I perform an awkward-ass wave, lifting my hand into the air and wiggling my fingers back-and-forth a few times. What the hell am I doing?

He smiles, but doesn't mock me.

"Farewell," he responds with a deep nod.

He doesn't turn to leave, like I'd secretly been hoping he would be the first of us to do. So, I reluctantly turn away from him, instead. I walk the path back the way we'd came, this time leaving the cemetery to enter the festival grounds.

I easily find my group of friends - they're pretty difficult to miss, especially when they're standing altogether - then sheepishly wave and call out to them as I approach.

"Thank the Spirits!" The African violet fairy cries out as she literally runs to meet me.

She's covered in little purple violets all over her costume, and some of them literally fly off as her speed picks up. Her matching purple crossbody bag thumps and thacks against her body, but she either doesn't feel it or doesn't care. I have a good hunch it's both. As she gets closer, I can see a few tears have spilled down her cheeks, given the odd streaks interrupting her shiny purple glitter makeup.

Upon colliding into me, my friend traps me in a hug. She's much stronger than she looks, and her embrace is so tight that it might feel like a cage, if I didn't know the person hugging me. The ends of her bouncy, coily hair cover my face, poking me in the eyes and straying into my mouth when I attempt to inhale; but I couldn't move if I wanted to.

"Where on Earth have you been?!" She finally pulls away to look at me. "You scared us all half to death!"

I know she's over-exaggerating, because she's the most worrisome member of our party. But I will admit, in hindsight - and, I'll be honest, even in foresight - that what I'd done was incredibly idiotic. I got lucky - in more ways than one. I could have ended up in really bad shape, or even worse.

"I know, I know. I'm really sorry, I promise I am!" I apologize.

"See? I told you she was fine!" Another member of our group calls out to us.

My anxious friend turns back to glare at the orange alstromera fairy, who is decidedly the opposite of the violet fairy in terms of responsibility. The carefree Latina is leaning against a wooden fence, swinging her long dark braid around like it's a really short jump rope.

"Can we go now, please? I'm ready for bed!" The whining statement came from my friend, the blue hydrangea fairy.

"Yes!" I confirm pointedly, gently pulling myself out of my friend's embrace. I'm ready for this night to be over. "We can go now. Everybody have everything they need?"

There are murmurs of agreement, and then I make a motion like I'm corralling farm animals out of a stable. The red hibiscus fairy stays behind to walk with me. There's a noticeable silence, then. I turn to her, and see that she's been eyeing me as we've been walking out of the festival grounds.

"Soooooo...?"

Oh, crap. I'd forgotten that she was ultimately the one responsible for my little escapade today. Well, no, that's not fair; it was me who'd decided to wander off with a complete stranger, even if she'd planted the seed, in the first place.

"Soooo...'what?'" I play along, feigning ignorance.

"You know 'what'," she replies. "Did you two kiss?!"

I turn around dramatically to face my friend dressed in red.

Ohhhh yeah, I muse to myself. We did a lot more than just kiss, by the way.

But there's not a chance in Hell I'm going to tell that to any of my friends. Especially Habitually Horny Hibiscus, over here, who just loves to meddle with my lack of a love life.

"Will it shut you up if I say 'yes?'" I retort, perhaps a little more harshly than I'd intended to.

But if she'd noticed, or even cared, she doesn't say so.

"Only if it's true! But yes, it will... for a while, anyway," she grins, rather maniacally.

My eyes roll of their own volition.

"Then... yes. We did."

My friend - mercifully - holds in her squeal of delight, but she does pitter-patter her feet in place and clap her hands several times in quick succession. She tugs on my wrist, indicating that she wants me to follow her to rejoin our group; but she bounds away too quickly for me, given the state of my jelly legs, and I slip free of her hold.

As I watch her return to our colorful posse of friends in front of me, it's then that I feel an odd sensation in my chest. It's very subtle, but noticeable and sudden enough to catch me off guard. It's not painful, but it's strong enough that I feel the need to pay attention to it, to analyze it. The sensation feels like a sort of pulling motion, or maybe like a weight is being pressed on me.

Whatever it is, when it starts to tug to the left toward my shoulder, my body seems to know what to do. I follow the sensation's direction, pivoting my stance to turn back toward the shrubbery that skirts around the far side of the open field behind us.

My eyes scan for only a few seconds, before my instincts somehow show me exactly where to look. At the edge of the tree line beyond the shrubs, stands a lone figure shrouded in the darkness. My eyes take a moment to focus, but then they sharpen as if I've just been given a pair of binoculars.

Although I haven't moved from my spot, I see the figure much more closely, now. I see his features painted with moonlight and shadows; I see his hand rise up slowly, then his fingers wiggling back and forth; and then I see his smile, dazzling in and of itself. Two long fangs are suddenly revealed, flashing bright like two stars in the dark sky above. And lastly, his magenta eyes glow, pulsing like a flame.

A shiver runs through my entire body, from the top of my head and cascading like a roaring waterfall down to my toes. I know this figure, this... vampire.

My vampire.

He said he'd let me remember. I'm wondering now, if that was such a good idea, after all.

~ END ~

Author's Note #2: Thank you so much for reading this standalone submission to the "HALLOWEEN 2026" contest! Please let me know your thoughts - any and all constructive critique is welcome!

Author's Note #3: I ended up cutting A LOT of original content while writing this story to make the length more appropriate for a content submission, so please be on the lookout for an "Extended Edition" on my profile, where I include more descriptions and background to the overall story.