The Beauty the Hunter and the Hunted

Lilith wiggled out from under him and flipped him to his back. She knew that he allowed her to do so, because vampires were always stronger than humans, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from reveling in the power of teasing his cock. It didn't matter how powerful or strong a man was, once his manhood was at the mercy of a woman all of that was stripped away.



She stroked his manhood and played with her hungry clit with her other hand. Her motions synced together and their moans filled the air. Lilith leaned down and licked the head of Lance's manhood. Her tongue moved up and down his shaft until he was bucking into the air.



Lilith locked eyes with him and smiled. She straddled over his hips, but kept her pussy just out of his reach. Her insides ached with desire, but she wanted their lovemaking to be on her terms. She wanted him to ask for it.



“Is this what you wanted?” she asked.



Her fingers trailed over her mound and spread her lips revealing her pink inner folds to him. She caressed her body and moaned. The sound bounced around the room and echoed through her mind. Lilith couldn't remember the last time something had felt this good.



“I want all of you, Lilith,” Lance said breathlessly, “Every inch, every moment, every laugh and sigh, every last drop of your pleasure.”



Lilith's heart thumped against her chest and it became hard to breathe. Her eyes met Lance's green ones and it felt as if he was peering into her soul, and it looked back at him with familiar affection.



Lance touched her cheek gently and she leaned into his hand. Her head was spinning with questions, but the needs of her body were too urgent so they were going to have to wait. Lilith wrapped her hand around Lance's cock and began to guide it towards her body.



Lance's eyes looked hungry and she knew it was for more than her body. Her hands shook as fear and desire mingled.



“I love you, Lilith,” Lance said.



He pulled her down into a passionate kiss. Lilith moaned as Lance's tongue pushed past her parted lips and his hands traveled her body. His fingertips traced over her sides and back, over her ass and thighs. She knew that vampires had super-human speed, but she wondered if Lance had an extra set of hands that he was hiding somewhere. No man could touch you everywhere at once, surely, not even a vampire.



Lilith ground her pussy against Lance's hard-on and sighed in pleasure.



“I want to feel you inside of me, Lance!” she said.



Lance's fangs pressed against her neck, but didn't break the skin. Lilith could tell that he was holding back. She pressed the head of Lance's cock against her body and slid down onto it. Lilith consumed him slowly, inch by inch, reveling in the reunion with her long lost and nearly forgotten lover. His manhood brushed against all the little places of pleasures that her body hid from her. She bit her lip and squeezed him with her soft crevice.



Lilith felt Lance's eyelids flutter against her cheek and his fangs pierced her flesh. She drew in a sharp breath and tried to stay calm. She had spent the last decade sentencing vampires to their deaths, but now she was making love to one. The pet psychic of the Lingstons was feeding a vampire.



Her body tensed around his organ as his fangs slowly penetrated deeper into her flesh. Lilith could feel her blood beginning to flow from the punctures. She wiggled her hips over his, stimulating her hungry crevice. Pain mingled with pleasure and she began to ride him.



Her pussy locked around his hardness as she moved up and down. Lance's hands held her hips tightly and his tongue licked across her neck drawing her blood into his mouth. The bite stung but the pain faded away as the heat from her loins spread throughout her body.



Lance's mouth moved from her neck, kissing down her throat and collarbone. Chills traveled up and down Lilith's body as his warm, heavy breath played on her skin. They were both beginning to sweat from the friction of their lovemaking. Lance sucked her nipple into his mouth and Lilith called out in pleasure.



“Oh! Mmm...”



Reality was fading away and Lilith didn't try to stop it. She had spent her entire life trying to find sanctuary from the harsh circumstances that surrounded her, and she had finally discovered it. Lance was that sanctuary, that safe place where she could hide from everything demon that chased her.



Her nails dug into his muscular chest as her pace quickened. She slid up and down Lance's shaft again and again. Every time she encountered his hilt a small noise of pleasure escaped her mouth. She threw her head back and arched her breasts into Lance's face. Her fingers tugged at his hair and her other hand frantically massaged her clit as she moved over him.



Lance's fangs scraped against the sensitive flesh of her breast drawing blood. Lilith moaned and brought her body down hard against his. He felt long, thick, and delicious inside of her hungry crevice and Lilith never wanted to let go of him.



Her face was flush with passion, she was sweating, and her muscles ached from exhaustion, but Lilith kept riding him. His hands moved to her ass to support her weight. Lance squeezed her ass cheeks urging her on.



His mouth abandoned her breast and drew her into a deep kiss. Lilith sighed against his lips as she tasted him. He tasted of her juices of desire and blood. The metallic taste clung to her tongue and filled her nostrils, sending a chill down her spine.



The heat in Lilith's belly exploded sending new waves of pleasure through her body. Her limbs threatened to go limp, but kept moving up and down Lance's thick shaft trying to bring him to the edge. The vampire's fingers played at her clit drawing out her climax.



Lilith heard Lance groan under her and his manhood twitch inside of her. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his hot sticky seed explode inside of her. Panting, she collapsed onto him and rested her head on his chest.



Lance's fingers stroked Lilith's hair as she drifted off to sleep with him still inside of her body. Lilith's dreams were a mass of confusion and upon waking she remembered none of them. She sat up and pulled herself away from the still sleeping vampire.



“I've fucked this up,” Lilith said as she stumbled into the bathroom.



Cinnamon's barks echoed through her head until she thought her skull might explode.



“Will you shut up?” Lilith cried and sank to her knees.



“No!” the Yorkie retorted, “What the hell did you do, Lilith? You fed him didn't you? You're all bloody! Quick get into the shower! The big dogs are close by! I can smell them!”



“Shit!” Lilith said running back into the bedroom.



Cinnamon followed her.



“No! Don't wake him! Wash and tell the big dogs to come get the sleeping cat! Lilith! Lilith! DON'T!” Cinnamon begged.



“Lance,” Lilith said gently, “I need you to wake up. Cinnamon thinks she smells Hunter and them. I don't know what to do. I'm confused!”



Lance's eyes sprung open and his fingers entwined with hers.



“Get dressed, we have to get out of here,” he said.



“Lance, I can't leave everything. What about Cinnamon?” she asked.



“She can come along,” he grinned.



“I can't, Lance! I can't!” she cried.



“You're going to make me do this the hard way aren't you?” he asked.



“What do you mean?” Lilith demanded and tried to pull away from him.



Lance stood up pulling her with him and threw Lilith over his shoulder.



“I'm not going to lose you again,” he sighed as he headed for the balcony.



“Lance! Put me down! Put me down, right fucking now! Help! Cinnamon!” Lilith yelled.



Cinnamon grabbed onto his pants leg and tried to stop him, but the little dog was no match for the vampire's strength.



“Stop it, you damn cat!” Cinnamon growled in vain, “Stop it this instant! Put my psychic down or I'll eat you!”



Lance paused for a second and looked down at her.



“I may not be able to understand you, but I know you can understand me. The way I see it you have two choices, come with us or stay here and get eaten by the mutts,” Lance said, “What's her answer, Lily?”



Lilith sank her teeth into Lance's back and he nearly dropped her. Cinnamon took advantage of the distraction and bit into the vampire's ankle. Lance lost his grip on Lilith and she scrambled to the floor with Cinnamon running to her aid.



“Damn it to hell!” Lance swore turning to face the pair.



A loud crash sounded from the other side of the living room and Lilith's eyes grew huge as she watched her front door break apart and then fall to the floor. When the rubble cleared a man whom she had never seen before stood holding a gun. The gun wasn't aimed at Lance. It was aimed at her.



Lilith snatched up Cinnamon as her instincts took over. She scrambled to her feet and began to dash towards the balcony, but Lance once again threw her over his shoulder. She squeaked in surprise and nearly lost her grip on Cinnamon.



“Don't drop me!” Cinnamon howled.



“I'm trying not to!” Lilith snapped.



“He smells like Hunter,” Cinnamon informed her, “He's the big dog I was smelling earlier.”



“I don't care who he is right now, Cinnamon! Just shut up!” Lilith yelled.



Lance climbed to the edge of the balcony and leaped off. Lilith's and Cinnamon's cries of fear filled the air. The vampire landed on his feet and ran around the building. Lilith could hear the sounds of footsteps chasing after them. Her heart pounded against her chest as Lance placed her on her feet.



She could feel her fight or flight instincts taking over and Cinnamon was shouting for her to run. Lilith turned on her heels, but Lance grabbed her arm and shoved her into the front seat of his car. Cinnamon slipped from her grip and landed on the ground, but quickly scurried into the car.



“My paw hurts!” she whined as she settled herself into Lilith's lap.



She was nearly knocked to the floorboard as Lance fastened Lilith's seat belt. The pair barely had time to register what he was doing before he appeared in the driver's seat and started the engine.



Lilith was examining Cinnamon's paw, ensuring herself and the Yorkie that it was only bruised, not broken. She glanced at Lance who was talking rapidly into his cellphone. He was talking in a foreign language she couldn't understand.