Bump in the Night

"Oh fuck me..." I murmured as I stared at her nearly naked form.

Smirking, she lay back enticingly against her pillows. "That's the idea."

I didn't need an engraved invitation to follow her. I captured her lips in a searing kiss, my hands caressing every inch of her exposed flesh. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding her lace-clad mound into me and rapidly bringing my cock back to full mast. I wasn't quite ready for the main event just yet, though.

"Lucy..." I crooned against her. "Sit on the edge of your bed. I wanna taste you."

She moaned in anticipation at my words and did as I asked while I dropped to the floor in front of her, reversing our positions from earlier. Staring intensely into her eyes, I slowly tugged her thong down her legs and off, baring her fully to my gaze for the first time.

"God, you're gorgeous," I breathed.

Her response died on her lips and turned into a whimper as I ran my tongue up her slit. She had a tangy flavor unlike anything I'd experienced before, and I thought to myself that I could easily become addicted to her taste. I knew once would never be enough for me and I resolved that I would officially ask her out before the night was through.

Lucy gasped as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue and squirmed when I began to rapidly flick it. I looped my arms around her thighs, holding her in place as I worshipped her with my mouth.

"Oh fuck yes, Jon," she moaned when I took her clit between my lips and suckled it. "Oh God, baby, you're so good at that..."

As I continued working the little pearl with my tongue, I released one of her thighs and slid a finger into her wet heat. I curled it against her inner walls and she shrieked with pleasure, tangling her fingers in my hair and almost grinding against my face.

I absolutely loved how enthusiastic Lucy was as a partner; seeing her come undone and completely abandon herself to the sensations I was evoking in her was the single sexiest thing I had ever experienced. Needing more, I slipped a second finger into her and relished the gasp that escaped her lips.

"Harder..." she begged me. "Harder, Jon..."

I happily complied, increasing the pressure of my lips and thrusting my fingers deeper into her. I could feel her tensing as her climax approached and her moans gained in volume.

"I'm so close..." she panted.

I hummed against her in response, making her twitch. Recalling what worked with her nipples, I gently grazed the edges of my teeth across her clit and that pushed her over the edge.

"JON!" she screamed, throwing her head back in ecstasy. I could feel her warm sheath clenching around my fingers and slowed my thrusting, drawing out her climax with a few well-timed licks.

Suddenly, I felt her arms looping around my shoulders and hauling me up onto the bed with her. She all but devoured my lips, kissing me so fiercely that I almost forgot to breathe.

"I need you inside me, Jon," she pleaded. "Take me hard."

My cock throbbed at that.

"Condom?" I managed to ask.

She shook her head. "I'm on the pill and I'm clean."

"So am I," I assured her.

"Good. Now fuck me, Jon."

I gave her a lopsided grin and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Yes, ma'am."

Pressing a kiss to Lucy's lips that I hoped conveyed both the passion and tenderness I felt for her, I climbed over her and lined myself up with her entrance. She wrapped her legs around my hips and gazed up at me intensely, her eyes ablaze with heated anticipation as I slid home.

"Fuuuuuuck..." she hissed as I bottomed out. "Oh God, baby, you feel so good inside me..."

I grunted, unable to formulate any actual words as my senses went into overdrive at the feel of her warmth surrounding me. I began to pump, grinding my hips into her each time I reached my hilt. She met me thrust for thrust, pressing down on my ass with the heels of her feet to draw me in as close as possible.

"Lucy..." I groaned, lifting one of her legs over my shoulder to penetrate her even deeper. "You feel amazing..."

"Harder," she demanded, grey eyes burning. "Oh God, fuck me harder, Jon..."

I increased the speed and pressure of my thrusts until I was all but railing her.

"YES!" she screamed. "Oh fuck yes, baby, that's so good... Oh God, JON!"

An almost animalistic pride and possessiveness flooded through me. "Fuck yes, say my name... I love it when you scream my name like that..."

"Jon..." she moaned as her grip on my shoulders became almost painful. I was sure I'd have scratches from her nails in the morning, but I didn't care. In fact, I welcomed it; the idea of her marking me as hers was an enormous turn on for me.

"Jon..." she panted as I continued thrusting with all my strength. "I want you to take me from behind..."

Happily complying, I pulled out and rolled her over onto her stomach. She scrambled to her hands and knees, presenting me with her perfect, round ass. Looping my arms around her and caressing her breasts, I lined myself up and thrust back into her delicious warmth.

"Fuck!" she cried out, arching against me. "That feels amazing, Jon..."

Grinning, I trailed my hand down her body until I found her clit. As I impaled her again and again with my cock, I teased the little pearl with my fingertips, circling it and reveling in the gasps of pleasure my actions elicited.

"Oh fuck, Jon, I'm close..." she moaned, pressing back into me with each thrust. "You're gonna make me come..."

"Come on my cock, Lucy," I urged her, increasing the pressure of my fingers against her clit. "I wanna hear you scream my name as you come for me..."

She whimpered in response, and I could feel her muscles starting to tense as her climax approached. Two more firm thrusts did her in.

"JON!" she cried out as her walls clenched and squeezed around me. "Fuuuuuuck..."

I continued thrusting but slowed my pace, wanting her to ride the high of her ecstasy for as long as possible. When she stopped twitching, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"God, you're sexy when you come, Lucy. I'm gonna flip us over and I want you to ride me until you come again."

Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I rolled over onto my back with her sprawled across my chest and scooted up until my back was against her headboard. I pulled her onto my lap and she straddled me, rubbing her soaking wet slit along my cock until my tip was once again poised at her entrance. Kissing me fiercely, she sank down onto me and I groaned against her lips. The feeling of her warmth surrounding me would never, ever get old.

Lucy began to roll her hips against me and the sensation was unreal. Since I'd already come earlier, I'd been able to last far longer than I otherwise would have. That said, this new position and the incredible visual of my dream girl riding my cock with her perfect breasts bouncing up and down was swiftly driving me to the point of no return.

I was absolutely determined to make her come again before I let go.

Staring into her eyes, I tried to convey even just a fraction of the heated desire and rapidly deepening feelings I had for her. Her breath caught and I wondered if she'd understood my wordless communication. She began to piston herself up and down on my cock and I channeled all of my willpower into keeping my orgasm at bay for just a little longer.

"I'm gonna come again, Jon..." she panted, burying her face in the crook of my neck. "I'm gonna come hard... Your cock feels so good and I want you to come in me..."

Grunting, I thrust up into her, meeting her strokes as she rode me. Wanting to push her over the edge, I snaked my hand between our bodies once again and caressed her clit. She trembled with pleasure, and I could feel her about to explode.

"Let go, baby," I whispered.

Lucy let out a strangled moan as she climaxed before biting down on my skin to muffle her cries. The exquisite mix of pain and pleasure was my undoing and I screamed her name as I emptied myself into her, filling her with my seed.

The sheer bliss that washed over me was glorious. It was easily the hardest I'd ever come in my life.

"Fuck, that was amazing," I groaned, lifting Lucy's face to mine to kiss her.

What I saw made my blood run cold, the blissful feeling quickly dissipating.

Lucy's grey eyes had turned a deep shade of crimson. Her canines had sharpened into fangs, and blood - my blood - dribbled from her lips.

They say the two reactions people have when facing danger are fight or flight. I took the unsung third option - freeze. I was so terrified of what I was seeing and so spent from my orgasm that I just sat there, my cock still buried deep inside her, staring at her in horror. I wanted to scream, but the sound caught in my throat and came out as the faintest of croaks.

Mere moments later, Lucy's eyes faded back to grey and her teeth returned to a normal length. She looked absolutely mortified.

"Oh God, Jon, I'm so sorry," she apologized, blushing deeply. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

It almost felt as though my brain were somehow buffering as I struggled to find words. What the fuck had just happened? Did I actually see what I thought I did? Was I losing my mind? Did I come so hard that I was hallucinating? What was wrong with me? What was wrong with Lucy?

"Are you..." I finally breathed, in disbelief at the words that were about to come out of my mouth. "Are you... a vampire?"

I knew I sounded incredibly stupid, but I honestly had no better explanation for what I had just witnessed.

Lucy wouldn't meet my eyes. "Kind of?" she answered in a very small voice that was nothing like her usual confident persona. "I guess technically, but I don't like to use that word since it has a lot of implications that aren't accurate." She climbed off of me and sat against her pillows, hugging her knees to her chest.

I brought my hand up to my neck where she had bitten me. The wound didn't feel deep and certainly wasn't serious enough to put me in any actual danger, but there was blood on my fingers as I pulled them away.

My mind raced. How could Lucy, my Lucy, be an undead bloodsucker? Surely I, a dedicated horror enthusiast, would have noticed the signs. Hell, I'd even seen her going into a church once, and I knew I'd seen her eating garlic bread in the cafeteria on occasion. Our classes were all in the middle of the day, too.

"But..." I finally ventured. "How? I've seen you in the sun..."

She let out a mirthless laugh. "That's all just stupid folklore. None of it's true." She began to list things off. "I'm not undead or evil or whatever. I age like anyone else, I can go out in the sun just fine, I like garlic, and I can take communion without bursting into flames. I guess a stake to the heart would kill me, but that's because it's a sharp object being shoved through my heart. That would kill literally anyone."

She looked up at me, her expression almost pleading with me to understand her while simultaneously full of dread that I wouldn't.

"I'm just a person, Jon," she sighed. "I have a weird biological quirk but that's it."

"Are you going to kill me?" I asked in a whisper, almost afraid of the answer.

"Of course not!" she replied. She looked quite hurt that I'd even suggest such a thing, but her expression soon softened. "I mean, I guess I understand why you'd ask that since I bit you. I don't eat people, Jon, and I'd never intentionally hurt you. You just made me come so hard that I lost control."

I stared at her blankly even as a tiny part of me swelled with pride that I'd brought her to such a powerful climax. That part was quickly overruled by the much louder voice in my head that was still screaming 'what the actual fuck' over and over.

Registering the confusion still marring my features, Lucy sighed. "Let me try to explain. I don't need blood for sustenance or anything like that. It's a purely sexual thing. You know how some women squirt when they have a really powerful orgasm?"

I nodded dumbly.

"It's like that," she continued. "Some women squirt, and I just... get a little bitey... and red-eyed. It doesn't happen every time, and it doesn't happen outside of that context. I also never ever bite people without their consent, which is why I feel so terrible right now. I'm so, so sorry, Jon. I'll understand if you don't want to ever see me again, but I really hope you can forgive me since I like you a lot and want to be with you."

"I wish you'd told me," I murmured.

She raised an eyebrow. "Would you have believed me?"

I considered her point. "I guess not," I acknowledged.

"Well, there you go."

I turned her words and the entire situation over in my mind, weighing my feelings. Lucy Marsh, the girl I'd been crazy about for two years, was into me and wanted to date me. She was also a... well, maybe not a "vampire" in the traditional folklore sense, but she was... different. Was that a problem for me? Did it outweigh everything else?

On the one hand, Lucy was smart, gorgeous, funny, fearless, had a ton in common with me, was the best lover I'd ever had by several orders of magnitude, and I was half in love with her already. On the other hand... What even was on the other hand? She got a little bitey when she had a powerful orgasm. That was it.

I was a firm believer in the notion that every person was weird in their own way. In that moment, looking at Lucy as she worriedly watched me weigh a potential relationship with her, I decided that her particular brand of weirdness was one I could deal with.

"I suppose I could get used to the idea of having a girlfriend who gets a little bitey and red-eyed sometimes."

Relief washed over her features and her lips curled into a smile.

"Just don't turn me into a Renfield, okay?" I added with a grin.

She laughed at that, as I'd suspected she would. "I knew you were a keeper," she told me, looping her arms around my neck and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "You sure you're not afraid of me?"

I gave her a lopsided smile and gently stroked her cheek. "I'm not the kind of person who gets scared of things that go bump in the night."

She grinned, her grey eyes twinkling with delightful mischief. "Baby, I am the thing that goes bump in the night."

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Epilogue

That was six years ago. Lucy and I have been together ever since, and I love her with every fiber of my being. By some miracle, she seems to feel the same way about me.

We both graduated with honors from our undergraduate program and she went on to medical school while I got my doctorate in veterinary medicine. She's now doing her residency in cardiology at the local hospital while I've opened up my own veterinary practice. We even have three fur babies of our own - two cats and a shepherd mix.

On special occasions, we incorporate Lucy's "quirk" into our lovemaking. I've come to find the act of letting her bite me highly erotic - it's a complete surrender to her, a means of being wholly intimate and vulnerable with her as a partner. I can't think of a better way to show her how much I love her and how fully I trust her.

Today is one of Lucy's rare days off, and we're taking full advantage of it with a visit to our favorite spot: the local botanical gardens. I watch her as she bends to admire a rose bush and smile to myself, fingering the velvet-covered ring box in my pocket. I think I've done a fairly good job of keeping my intentions for our outing secret, but something in her smile tells me that she knows what I'm up to and can't wait for me to ask my burning question. I'm definitely getting bitten tonight, and I wouldn't have it any other way.