Vampire?

“I remember the first time I drank blood during sex. She was a young thing, not exceptionally pretty but serviceable. She had long blonde hair, longer than yours though not as lustrous. She was not a virgin. Her father had taken care of that.” He noticed Michelle’s look of disgust. ‘This was a long time ago, a different time. It was not uncommon if the mother had died. I remember as if it was yesterday.” Sally Day had a hard life. Her father owned a small farm in rural Virginia and there was never quite enough of anything. The revolution and birth of democracy hadn’t brought anything to this part of the country. She was reasonably pretty, long blonde hair and lively green eyes but lack of food gave her a thin almost boyish figure. And when her mother died from disease, her father became inconsolable. He would yell and hit her and her younger brothers. His grief and frustration was destroying the family. One night, after his rage, he dragged her into his bedroom and forced himself on her; telling her she owed it to him. It hurt but thank God he didn’t come in her; just splashed his seed on her stomach. The next day he was calmer, almost loving. She realized his desire was fueling his madness. She became more accommodating, learning to use her mouth to satisfy him. Life went on. Sally knew there were not many eligible males in her area so her hope of marriage and escape from her family was thin. Then, one day a tall dark-blonde stranger on a beautiful horse rode up to the farm. Sally was alone as her father and brothers had gone to buy seed for the spring planting. The rider was richly dressed, confident and very handsome. He smiled down on her. “Excuse me, miss, I am looking for the Walker plantation.” “It is two miles down this road, sir.” The stranger dismounted and swaggered over to her. “And what is your name, young angel?” “I am Sally, sir.” She was thrilled and a little uneasy. He was so exciting and powerful. She looked at the ground and trembled. “I am Damon, my sweet.” He used a finger to raise her chin so he could look into her eyes. “Such a pretty shade of green,” he said. “Would you like to go for a ride with me?” “I don’t know if I should.” She was terrified and very aroused. “Come” he said. He lifted her effortlessly and placed her on his horse. He mounted behind her and galloped off, back down the road he had traveled. After a mile, or so, he suddenly turned the horse off the road and they passed through some woods and came to a clearing. He suddenly dismounted and pulled her off the horse into his arms. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, ferociously. She half-heartedly pushed against him but inside, she was more excited than she had ever been. He kissed her lips, her eyes, her cheek, her neck, his lips burning into her skin. He pulled her long blonde hair out its braid. It flowed down her back. Those same hands then pulled at the stays in the back of her dress, loosening them causing the dress to fall to her feet. He quickly pulled off and tore off her underwear until she was naked in his arms. He laid her back on the grass. He pulled down his breeches and pushed between her thighs. She gasped as he entered her. She had never felt so alive. She moved with him, her excitement growing. For the first time, she was going to orgasm. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain at her throat. She became frightened but her body was too excited to stop. “Anyway, she was enthusiastically bouncing away under me; quite exciting. Suddenly, I felt the thirst rise up in me, more powerful than ever before. I could not help it. I had to feed. I slashed her throat and drank in her blood, as intoxicating as good champagne. I let myself go and fucked her as I never had before. I was careless and her loss of blood would soon turn fatal. I didn’t care; I just feasted and fucked. I felt her orgasm and then her death rattle as my orgasm exploded. It was so perfect; I realized I would have to limit repeat incidents. It would be too dangerous; too likely to get caught. And, no she didn’t change into a vampire. She just died. And it ruined a perfectly good suit.”