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His fingers tugged on her panties until he heard the fabric tear, and he whipped the scrap of satin and lace out from under her dress, tossing it to the ground. Hastily he pulled his zip down, releasing his straining cock and with one hand holding her dress out of his way, he lined himself up drove into her, hearing her cry out at his rough invasion.
She wasn’t wet enough for him, but he had no intention of spending time trying to get her off first. She was tight too, so tight, it was not easy getting his cock into her, but he didn’t care. She meant nothing to him; he’d never see her again. Bracing his hands either side of her against the brick wall, he began to thrust hard, hearing her moan. The smell of blood filled his nostrils and he breathed it in, the scent of it, exciting him. Fuck, she must have been a virgin.
With the smell of the blood driving him crazy, virginal blood too, which had a scent all of its own, and the tightness of her cunt squeezing him, his lips found her neck and when his fangs lowered, he buried them into her vein, groaning when her warm blood filled his mouth.
He fed hungrily and as he fed he fucked until finally he reared back, growling at the intensity of it and began to come, pumping into the young woman. When he’d finally emptied himself deep inside her, he pulled out before biting into his wrist and force feeding her some of his blood.
While she stood, swaying and shaking hard as if in delayed shock, Fabian tucked himself back in his jeans and pulled up his zip. He led the woman to the sidewalk and with a few quietly spoken words in her ear; he turned on his heel and left her to find her own way back to the club.
Sirene
“Dammit would you believe the bloody band we had booked for tonight has fucking well cancelled?” Tony, the owner and manager of the club where I worked stormed through where Chloe and I sat as we waited to start our shifts in half an hour.
“What? Damn, sorry to hear that Tony. What will you do now?” I asked him, trying to keep my expression sympathetic while inside I was jumping up and down and fist pumping.
The band had cancelled. What a shame but I guess a bad dose of gastro enteritis will cause that. I struggled to keep my face neutral but I was tired of waitressing, I wanted to sing and this was my chance to show Terry I could do it and not use witchcraft to get what I wanted. Well, not much. I mean the band might have contracted gastro all by themselves, right? It didn’t mean it was entirely my fault they were all sick.
“So what will you do?” I asked waiting nervously to see what he was going to say.
“Fucked if I know Sirene. Anyway, don’t you worry about it, it’s not your concern.” He sounded impatient and his look that he cast my direction certainly looked that way.
“Well…actually…that’s what I wanted to speak to you about.” I began and Tony stopped and turned to me, his expression showing he was still really pissed off.
“What is it Sirene? Spit it out girl. I’m a busy man and I’m up shit creek now without a damned band for this evening.”
Before I lost my nerve, I just blurted out. “I can sing.”
Tony simply gaped at me for a moment before laughing. “Are you serious? You’re not trying to land yourself a gig here are you?”
“Well yes.” I said, trying not to let his look of disbelief annoy me. “Please Tony, I really can sing. Just let me show you. I can do this if you’ll just let me try, please.”
He looked at me for a few moments longer and I tried to read what was going on behind his eyes. Finally he shook his head. “You have five minutes. Come on, through to the auditorium. I think you’re crazy thinking you can take the place of my sick band, but as I said, you’ve got five minutes.”
With a deep sigh of relief I grinned at him. “Thank you Tony, you won’t be disappointed.” I went so far as to reach up and kiss his cheek.
“Don’t make me regret this.” He
His fingers tugged on her panties until he heard the fabric tear, and he whipped the scrap of satin and lace out from under her dress, tossing it to the ground. Hastily he pulled his zip down, releasing his straining cock and with one hand holding her dress out of his way, he lined himself up drove into her, hearing her cry out at his rough invasion.
She wasn’t wet enough for him, but he had no intention of spending time trying to get her off first. She was tight too, so tight, it was not easy getting his cock into her, but he didn’t care. She meant nothing to him; he’d never see her again. Bracing his hands either side of her against the brick wall, he began to thrust hard, hearing her moan. The smell of blood filled his nostrils and he breathed it in, the scent of it, exciting him. Fuck, she must have been a virgin.
With the smell of the blood driving him crazy, virginal blood too, which had a scent all of its own, and the tightness of her cunt squeezing him, his lips found her neck and when his fangs lowered, he buried them into her vein, groaning when her warm blood filled his mouth.
He fed hungrily and as he fed he fucked until finally he reared back, growling at the intensity of it and began to come, pumping into the young woman. When he’d finally emptied himself deep inside her, he pulled out before biting into his wrist and force feeding her some of his blood.
While she stood, swaying and shaking hard as if in delayed shock, Fabian tucked himself back in his jeans and pulled up his zip. He led the woman to the sidewalk and with a few quietly spoken words in her ear; he turned on his heel and left her to find her own way back to the club.
Sirene
“Dammit would you believe the bloody band we had booked for tonight has fucking well cancelled?” Tony, the owner and manager of the club where I worked stormed through where Chloe and I sat as we waited to start our shifts in half an hour.
“What? Damn, sorry to hear that Tony. What will you do now?” I asked him, trying to keep my expression sympathetic while inside I was jumping up and down and fist pumping.
The band had cancelled. What a shame but I guess a bad dose of gastro enteritis will cause that. I struggled to keep my face neutral but I was tired of waitressing, I wanted to sing and this was my chance to show Terry I could do it and not use witchcraft to get what I wanted. Well, not much. I mean the band might have contracted gastro all by themselves, right? It didn’t mean it was entirely my fault they were all sick.
“So what will you do?” I asked waiting nervously to see what he was going to say.
“Fucked if I know Sirene. Anyway, don’t you worry about it, it’s not your concern.” He sounded impatient and his look that he cast my direction certainly looked that way.
“Well…actually…that’s what I wanted to speak to you about.” I began and Tony stopped and turned to me, his expression showing he was still really pissed off.
“What is it Sirene? Spit it out girl. I’m a busy man and I’m up shit creek now without a damned band for this evening.”
Before I lost my nerve, I just blurted out. “I can sing.”
Tony simply gaped at me for a moment before laughing. “Are you serious? You’re not trying to land yourself a gig here are you?”
“Well yes.” I said, trying not to let his look of disbelief annoy me. “Please Tony, I really can sing. Just let me show you. I can do this if you’ll just let me try, please.”
He looked at me for a few moments longer and I tried to read what was going on behind his eyes. Finally he shook his head. “You have five minutes. Come on, through to the auditorium. I think you’re crazy thinking you can take the place of my sick band, but as I said, you’ve got five minutes.”
With a deep sigh of relief I grinned at him. “Thank you Tony, you won’t be disappointed.” I went so far as to reach up and kiss his cheek.
“Don’t make me regret this.” He
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