Promise

A long time ago I made an attempt at an erotic paranormal piece. I stopped writing it because I wasn’t sure it was worth continuing. Heidi mentioned writing something vampire related to me the other day. Of course, I enjoy a writing challenge and a prompt of any kind so I said I’d see what I could do.

This is the start of something I wrote. If the muse decides to do something with it, well then awesome. The muse is fickle indeed…

It was always the moment before his teeth sank into her throat that woke her.

She lay breathless, her heart racing. But it wasn’t fear pumping through her veins. No, arousal made her body throb.

Danni lay tangled in the sheets, twisted up by her nocturnal wanderings. After a moment her mind shifted back to her dreams as she relaxed.

Him.

She dreamt of him far too often. He was a blue-eyed specter in her mind, the ghost she only saw when she drifted into sleep. She always felt caught when he came to her, his power a tangible thing in that dreamscape. Fear never entered her thought, well never more than was enough to excite him. His hunger, the need of a hunting predator, always sparked her own. She would run, and he’d give chase through whatever realm he called her to.

At first, the dream appeared rarely. An occasional thing that felt more like a scent from a past life. Then it descended almost nightly upon her until she was in a constant state of need. It was the need that overshadowed everything else.

Danni moaned, the ache between her thighs impossible to ignore.

It was always the same in her dream; he’d pinned her to the ground, hips stacked so she felt the heat of his arousal cradled against her, and then he’d tease her mercilessly with his hands and lips before scraping his incisors along her throat. She’d been desperate to feel sink himself into her by then. Danni wanted fangs and cock burying deep, taking what she had to give.

Her hand skimmed down her belly and cupped her mons before she was fully aware. Just the pressure of the heel of her hand on her clit sent delicious sparks up her spine. No toys, she wanted to touch and pretend it was him caressing her skin to skin. Her dream lover devouring and stacking his claim.

She floated in semi-wakefulness, the blue of his eyes encompassing her vision as her finger plunged into her slick pussy. The walls velvety soft as she stroked over and over. She longed to feel the sharp prick of his teeth, knowing that puncture would send her tumbling into an overwhelming orgasm. She rode her palm, tossing her head back and whimpering as the pleasure reached its pinnacle.

And once again the thought of her dream man penetrating her with his sharp fangs sent her tumbling over the edge. She barely bit back her scream as it washed over her. Like a tidal wave, his face in her mind’s eye, obliterating everything except the sensations pulling her under.

The intensity of it sapped her energy and she fell back into a dreamless sleep.

9 comments

  1. I like your take on the allure of vampires to women, different from mine but still sexy. Just not the word incisors, that’s not sexy. And see? You wrote a great piece and you said you couldn’t. I’d like to another please 😀

  2. Interesting… definitely a good take on the idea and I like the ambiguity of how real the object of her obsession might be that this shows.

    Plus, it’s better than Twilight. Just by being composed of better language/prose ability it’s a leaps and bounds ahead of that tripe.

  3. Vampires get all the love. Why don’t more zombies get sensual tales written about them? I suppose because zombies are pretty opposite of erotic lol.

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