[Robert McNay]

Oh no! Not "Fin" !!!  :-[
That was so beautiful! Please continue the story!

Its not the end of Craig & Lillyia, just this story. I'm going to step away from them for awhile.

Some one commented on how intense the first one (Courting Darkness, etc) was. If you thought it was intense to read, just imagine what it was like to write it.

I don't do written outlines, the story visually plays in my head (my writing has been complimented before because the reader could "see" it in his head, that's why). If I change something, I rewind and start it over. Or I may replay it a dozen times until I figure out how to fix what doesn't feel right about it. Its like a movie editor sitting at a moviola with rolls of celluloid to cut together.

Add to that, I write my main characters as people who I would like to know and manipulating them through the course of the story, I tend to get involved with them.

Last, I think I mentioned in the comments for "CD,SD" that certain aspects of my stories involve more than a little of my own fantasies about people and things. That just adds to the intensity.

I have ideas for 1 maybe 2 more stories for them, but it will be awhile.

To be honest, I'm not sure these stories are playing all that well with denizens of this site. First, they are told from the guy's point of view. Second, I made a massive FBB a villian in the second part, then let the guy kill her.
From other stories I've read on here, those 2 things alone could be label me as a "heretic" amongst its denizens..  ;D

I have another story arc I'm mulling over, it might be more to the liking of the site's general audience.

Thanks for reading what I've posted so far.

[Robert McNay]

Clarkson is a persona. I read TopGear magazine regularly (I'm lucky enough to have a Borders near me that handles it). Its a character that he plays to the hilt. He bashes everything, I saw the episode of TopGear where he lavished gobs of praise on the new Rolls Royce Phantom as being the finest ever built. Then he proceeded to bash ***England*** because it took RR being bought by BMW, a German company, to get it made.

He unloads on America regularly but his favorite car in his collection, by his own admission in print and on TV?

A 2006 Ford GT

Clarkson is cool and funny, and not adverse at taking shots at himself, either. Just head over to YouTube and search "TopGear", there must be at least 2 dozen clips from the show.

I just wish Discovery Channel had continued to carry it a couple years back.

[Robert McNay]

Part 3: Escape and Denouement

Craig saw headlights sweep across the wall and knew that meant the car had turned into the alley. Lillyia looked down the other direction and saw the same thing. She looked up at the buildings around them.

“Which way is the garage?”

“That way.” He pointed down the way the Hummer had come and where the squad car was approaching.

She pulled him towards the wall in the direction they needed to go. She took her high heels off and stuffed them in his jacket pockets. She then turned her back to him.

“Put your arms around my neck and don’t let go.”

He did as ordered and felt himself suddenly and swiftly lifted upward. Like some sort of superhuman rock climber, Lillyia scaled the wall of the building, using even the smallest of hand and toe holds. Effortlessly, she hauled him with her in the rapid ascent. Near the top, she had to use her claws to make handholds in the mortar between the bricks. At the top of the 6th floor, she heaved them over the cornice and onto the roof. He landed first, her on top of him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. He was always stunned at how heavy she was.

They scrambled to their feet and went to peer over the side. Police cars and officers on foot were advancing into the alley from both directions. As they ran around the edge, they could see the whole block was surrounded. Craig returned to the courtyard side and looked over. The first officers had reached the remains of the Hummer. One was already vomiting at the carnage. As he looked, his own bile began to rise. Then he felt a soft touch on his back.

“Please. Come away from there.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have looked.”

She touched his cheek gently and stroked it. Her eyes looked into his.

“It’s probably for the best that you saw that. You need to know what I’m capable of.”

“What if I said that I love you, no matter what.”

Her eyes went wide and her mouth moved but nothing came out. She touched his chest and sniffed, like that first night.

“No, you won’t sense any deception.”

She smiled, then kissed and hugged him so hard that he felt like she was going to suck all the air out of his lungs and crush his body. It did remind him that he was almost folded in half a just few minutes ago. She felt his pain and eased up on the hug, but not the kiss.

After a few minutes, they returned to check the streets below, only to find them still filled with the city’s finest.

“It looks like we are stuck here for awhile.” She said.

“Well, we need to get unstuck.” He pointed in the distance. The unmistakable “whop-whop” noise heralded the imminent arrival of the police helicopter. “We need to get off this roof.”

She ran to the street side and looked across it at the next building. It was a large one that covered the whole block and was a story shorter. Beyond it, she could see the roof of the garage, a story shorter than the one before them. She gauged the distance. After a few deep breaths, Lillyia turned to Craig.

“Do you trust me?”

He nodded yes. She immediately grabbed his arms, put them around her neck like when they were climbing and lifted him off his feet. She took 3 long strides and pushed off from the edge of the roof. They sailed high above the street lights, out of sight of the police below. He cringed as they flew across the chasm and plummeted towards the building opposite. Her mental calculations were perfect, they landed about 6 from the edge of the far roof, her powerful legs absorbing the shock of the landing. She released his hands and he stumbled back a step.

“By myself, that just would have been nothing. I could do it all night, but I had to figure in your weight added to mine. I wasn’t 100% sure.”

“Okay, just warn me next time.”

They sprinted across the roof, towards the garage. To their dismay, they found police cars on the next street, but these were escorting some sort of late night march.

“Well, there is no alleyway and we can’t exactly crawl down the front of the place. It might be obvious. Can you do that jump again?”

“I’m really not sure this time. This street is 2 lanes wider than the last. By myself, yes. The 2 of us?” and she shrugged.

Craig looked back. The police helicopter had arrived and was scanning the roof tops closest to the fight scene. They won’t search this roof top but if they orbit this way, they might see them anyways. He turned back to her.

“I told you I trust you. I do, with my very life, to the end. Your call.”

Lillyia bit her lip, looked across, then back at him. She measured off 5 steps and turned her back towards him. He kissed the nape of her neck, and put his arms over her shoulders. She closed her eyes, took several long breaths and started to run full speed at the chasm. Her last step was a small jump that placed her feet on the roof edge in a crouch. Like 2 powerful pistons, her legs pushed off with everything they had.

As they sailed silently overhead of the crowds and police, Craig felt like it was slow motion. It was tranquil and beautiful, until he saw their trajectory was taking them past the empty spaces along the outer wall of the garage roof. They missed the first row, sailed over the second and landed on the third. The third was occupied by something red and low slung and they crashed onto its roof, collapsing it and blowing out the glass.

Both of them lay there, experiencing the pain for a moment and then rolled off. As they stumbled to the back of it, he pulled her shoes out of his pockets and handed them to her.  She paused to steady herself on the rear corner of the flattened car and put them on. It was then Craig realized they had landed on top of a new Ferrari Maranello.

“Oooo, Enzo would have been livid.” He said.

“No, he hates that model. Come on.” They jogged towards the door leading to the stairs, and down one level.

Just as the door closes behind them, an elevator of the nearby bank opens. Out steps the supermodel on the arm of a slick with gold chains and a collar open too far. He leads her out into the night and presses the button on his key fob to make the lights flash on his brand new Ferrari as they approach.

Craig opened the door to his condo and flipped on the lights. Lillyia followed right behind him, tossing her once again removed shoes under the foyer table. He closed the door and dropped the stuff from his pockets on top of it.
In the living room, he peeled his jacket off and looked at his shredded shirt, then pulled the remains of it off. He used the scraps to wipe the blood from the scratches and cuts all over his body as he headed towards the liquor cabinet. From it, he pulled a bottle of expensive Scotch whiskey and a shot glass. Filling the shot glass, he lifted it to his lips, only to find it intercepted by Lillyia’s hand. She took it, downed it and held it out for more, he refilled it. They repeated this set of steps 4 times before she handed the glass back to him and turned towards the guest bathroom. He took 2 shots and put it back.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She said and disappeared through the door.
Needing one himself, he headed towards his bedroom, shedding the rest of his clothes as he passed through it. In the shower, he cranked it to the hottest he can take and leaned against the wall, just feeling the sting cascade over him. After a few minutes, he switched the head to a massage setting and swayed under it, letting the water pound on his shoulders and neck. He finished and gave himself a cursory drying off and threw a bathrobe on. He headed back to the living room.

Lillyia was already there, wearing a similar bathrobe, hair wet and stringy, makeup gone and staring into space. He imagined that it was the same stare his grandfather told him about, that guys got in Vietnam. He called it the “thousand mile stare”. He sat down and she pulled her legs up against her and leaned on him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder. They sat like that for a long time.

She broke the silence first.

“Vampire hunters are never the first to know anything. They are scum that pick up trailings thinking they are doing mankind a service.”

“In other words, if they know about us, then others must, too.”

She shook her head yes. They both let that sink in.

“Well, you could move in here, it’s a high security building. That would stop the human threat and leave only the other. There’s plenty of room and 2 more bedrooms.”

Lillyia sat up and looked at him, “Why do you think we would need more than one bedroom?” A smile came to her lips for the first time in the 2 hours since the fight.

“You know, women like to have their own space and such.”

“It would give you a night to actually sleep and rest occasionally, too.”

He looked thoughtful for a minute, “You know, that dumpster thing you did. I knew you were strong but not THAT strong.”

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I wasn’t before I met you.”

She picked up the remote on the table and dimmed the lights to off, leaving nothing but starlight, and their old friend, moonlight, cascading through the glass curtain wall. She rolled over, straddled him and pushed his bathrobe open, exposing his chest. She held up her index finger and morphed the nail into a claw, then slowly drug its tip down his chest. He shivered at the sensation and she did it again, with all 5 fingers. He closed his eyes and let his head drop back, exposing his neck. She hesitated at the sight, flashing back to earlier, but then she felt the smell from him and the warmth of his essence. Her bite was gentle, soft and almost imperceptible. He only knew she had done it when the warmth began its spread throughout his body. Her draws of his blood were equally careful, even loving in their feel.

Sated, she drew her hands along his cheeks and stood up. He watched her hands undo the belt of her bathrobe. With a shrug of her shoulders, the robe fell about her feet and the light of the night bathed her body. He felt his body respond, enhanced by her injection. She turned slowly and walked towards his bed room. He watched the muscles of her body ripple, flex and flow as she moved. At the door, she paused and looked back. Her eyes flared briefly, she licked her lips and melded with the darkness of the room beyond.

He stood up and dropped his own robe as he joined her in the cover of night.

Fin

[Robert McNay]

Part 2: Survival

The Hummer pulled up first and 6 people carrying strange crossbows piled out of the passenger doors and back. They took up positions behind the 10 or 15 thugs on foot, who had filed across the opening of the court. They all assumed a position and stopped, as if they were waiting for something. It was then the driver’s door opened. A huge figure pried itself through the openning and waded through the massed troops. Craig could make out no details because they were silhouetted in the trucks lights.

“Separate them!” shouted the large figure, “Corner her over there, I’ll take care of him first.”

The troops began to advance on Lillyia, stabbing at her with pointed poles and long metal staffs. One of the staffs made contact with her arm and Craig could hear a zap of electricity, and she snarled at them. Craig tried to interpose himself but another metal rod caught him in the shoulder and he briefly saw stars. By the time his vision cleared, they had Lillyia boxed in the left corner of the yard. A shadow fell across him, it was the driver. He looked up into the eyes of a woman.

She was no ordinary woman. She was Craig’s height, about 6 foot, but was huge. Her shoulders were massive boulders with deep recesses in the tops, her biceps looked like bowling balls and unreal triceps bulged from the back of her arms. The trapezius muscles were so huge that they stood almost 2 inches above the shoulders and met her neck just behind the ears, and her neck was as wide as her jawline. Her upper chest was 2 massive slabs of pectorals with only the vestigial remains of breasts perched low on them and covered by a midriff baring tank top. Below the bright orange top were huge abs, so huge, they made her look like she had a beer belly. A brick beer belly. Finally, her legs, tree-trunk would have been an understatement and Craig guessed them to be 30 or 32 inches around. The lycra shorts barely spanned the tops of them. She stood about 10 feet away and sized him up. A low, guttural chuckle rumbled from her torso as her stomach muscles tightened and bounced.

“Now why does a fine, muscular man like you waste his time on a piece of blood sucking ass like her? Especially when you could have a real woman, like me.” And she flexed one of her ungodly biceps.

Craig looked around him and started to think quickly. He figured he couldn’t win a slugfest with her, so he had to use his head along with his muscle. Just then, she started to advance on him. He backed up until he found the brick wall behind him. As she got closer, the idea came to him.

“Because she pisses better stuff than that toxic mess you’ve got in your veins.”

Her brows furrows and she threw a punch at his head. He ducked at the last moment and her fist hit the wall. When he looked up, it had buried itself almost an inch deep in the masonry. He had no time to marvel at it as she swiftly spun and kicked at him with one of her massive legs. Again he ducked, just barely, and the kick punched a hole through the wall. She tried to pull it out but it was snagged by the loose bricks. Craig threw himself at her other leg and knocked it out from under her. She landed with a thud that vibrated the alley, as he jumped to his feet, now between her and the Hummer.

His attention was diverted at the sound of a couple more cracks of the enhanced cattle prods and he looked over at Lillyia. She was still cornered but holding her own and staying low so the crossbowmen, who had now loaded finned stakes into their weapons, couldn’t get a clear shot. She picked up a sealed 50 gallon drum and hurled it at her tormentors; mowing a couple down and making the others back up. Craig moved to help her when he realized the freak was getting up.

With the light behind him, he could see more detail. Veins the size of a man’s finger covered her whole body and pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. Her muscles were deeply striated and ripped, with little or no fat over them. He could see her shoulders, upper chest and arms were covered in large zits and pustules. He had guessed right, she was a steroid user but more extreme than anything he had ever seen. It had even altered the bone structure of her face, sharpening and thickening it. Her face had a skeletal death’s head effect to it. She got her legs under her and launched herself at him.

Again he dove to the side, easily avoiding her lumbering attack. She crashed into the front of the Hummer and fell to the ground. She reached and pulled herself up using the steel brush guard bars that protected the truck’s grille. She seemed to steady herself as her hands tightened on the main vertical bars. Then her back and arm muscles began to swell and grow. They kept getting bigger and bigger and a groaning, rending screech issued from the front of the truck as she ripped the whole steel bar assembly from the frame under the front end. She spun, wielding it over head and brought it down on Craig. All he could do was stretch up and meet it part way, then use his whole body as a giant shock absorber. He caught in his hands and her inhuman strength drove him down.

Unfortunately, that was what she had hoped for. At his maximum compression, she twisted the whole thing to the right and pulled him off balance, towards a low sided construction dumpster on the side of the court. She dropped her end and grabbed his shirt front, pulled him to his feet and slammed him against the dumpster side. She pinned his lower body with her tremendous legs, then placed a hand in the middle of his chest. She began to apply slow pressure, bending him backwards. She looked over at Lillyia, then back at him with a death smile.

“Enjoy your last look at that piece of pretty little bat ass of yours. I’m going to snap you in half, and then I’m going to over there and tear her limb from limb. If I’m lucky, you might stay conscious long enough to see me do it.” She let a chuckle go and increased the pressure enough that he began to see stars again and hear a roaring in his ears.

Suddenly, the pressure let up a little and his vision and hearing cleared. He heard shouts and saw Lillyia trying to climb the wall. A prod knocked her down, causing her to fall on some garbage cans. She rolled off and ducked under a low, rusting fire escape. Her hand reached up and wrenched one of the iron bars from its tread work and she swung it like a 2 handed sword. One of the crossbowmen fired, but she deflected it.

“I thought I told you morons to corner her and how to control her.” The freak shouted.

Temporarily distracted, Craig scanned for anything he could grab and found a piece of steel conduit in reach, inside the dumpster. When she turned back, he swung it as hard as he could, connecting with the side of her head. Stunned, she stumbled backwards and reached up to feel the large bloody contusion he had left. She looked at him.

“That hurt.”

He swung again, but she caught it under one arm and stripped it from. She then folded it in half, then folded the double in half as if it were a plastic straw. Just then, Lillyia screamed, a crossbow bolt had grazed her upper arm. She reached up and grabbed the main support for the derelict fire escape. Her muscles rippled and bulged and with a mighty groan of iron pulling from concrete, it came crashing down on the lead rank of thugs, crushing them. Another volley of bolts forced her down again.

That was it, he had had it. Craig felt something light up in him, it might have been an adrenaline rush, but a fire roared through him. He turned towards the leader and swung as hard as he could, connecting with her midsection. She doubled over as her abs collapsed at the pile driver assault. She recovered and swung back at him. He ducked under the swing then pushed it past him, using her own inertia against her. As she fell past, he spun and pounded his right elbow into her kidney, then continued the motion and hit her other one with left fist. His last move was pushing her in the butt, sending her face first into the wall.

Then he heard the crack of another cattle prod and Lillyia’s shout of pain and the fury stoked even higher. He reached down and picked up the huge woman by the neck and crotch and hoisted her 350 pound frame over his head and slammed down on the edge of the dumpster. He heard the sickening cracking and grinding of her spine breaking in multiple places. He felt an explained and disturbing wave of pleasure at the sound. Then he raised the limp form up again and threw it at the thugs around Lillyia. It bowled them down like a perfect strike in ten pins. He collapsed against the dumpster, drained.

Her tormentors knocked down, Lillyia lept over the downed fire escape and the lifeless body of their leader, straight at the bowman that nicked her. She swatted at him with a vicious back hand to the head that snapped his neck. She grabbed the woman next to him and stripped her crossbow from her and shoved into her stomach. The woman dropped, coughing up blood and died. The rest turned to flee for the Hummer but Lillyia caught one more, a tall, athletic looking man. He threw a hard punch at her stomach that Craig heard connect with a thump, it didn’t even phase her. She grabbed his forearm and twisted it, shattering it in multiple places. She then dug her fingers into his neck, crushing it in a bloody mess. By this time, the rest had reached the  Hummer and were diving into any open door or window. A man in a heavy beard grabbed the driver’s position, threw it into reverse before all the doors were closed, and tore 2 of them off on the alley wall as they rounded the corner.

Craig lifted himself off the dumpster and headed towards her as she snarled at the disappearing vehicle. As he passed the leader, he could hear her gurgling something as life slipped away. He leaned down and listened carefully.

“Cassandra” and she fell silent.

“What did she say?” Lillyia had approached him from behind and placed her hand on his shoulder.

Before he could answer, the Hummer came roaring around the corner again, accelerating to crush them against the wall. They dove to their left, landing by the dumpster. The Hummer missed and hit the wall, reversed, and came at them again.
Lillyia grabbed the bottom corner of the dumpster and heaved it on its side. She then pushed it head on to the truck, smashing in the grille, setting the airbags off and stopping it dead in its tracks. She continued to push, both the dumpster and the Hummer, backwards until it was wedged against the wall. Craig’s mouth fell open as she lifted the whole steel dumpster by one end and smashed it down the roof of the truck. She let go and it tumbled off to one side, blocking his view of the wreckage. He moved towards her but she spun and he felt a chill of total fear go through him. Her teeth were fully bared, hear eyes were bright red, her muscles taut and shredded, the nails of her hands had become long claws.

“Stay back.” She said but it wasn’t her voice. It was deep, growling, animalistic and inhuman. She turned back towards the dumpster and disappeared behind it. Soon he heard the sound of metal shredding and a several abruptly extinguished screams. Then it was silent again. It seemed like an hour until she reappeared.

As she drew close, he could see her body had returned to normal but was covered in pulsing veins, bright red against her pale skin. She looked at him, then at herself and the human blood that filled her. Her hands began to shake, then her arms and finally her body. Craig grabbed her as she began to collapse and held her close, stroking her hair. Soon, her arms circled his body and hugged him back.

“I never wanted to be that again. I never wanted you to see me like that.”

They both looked at the bodies strewn about them. He took her hand, picked up his jacket and started to lead her out of the alley.

It was then they saw flashing blue lights appear on the wall of the alleyway.

Con't………..

[Robert McNay]

O boy – intense indeed! So descriptive I saw everything before my inner eye. I hope this story continues!
Were you by any chance inspired by the story "Bloodsucker" which Wreckshop illustrated?

Thank you to you and Fonk both. I had hoped to make the person reading feel the same intensity that he felt, maybe even a little bit of the fear as she "took over". I also tried to pace my writing to match the pace of what was happening, that's why the initial part was so long and descriptive and the climax (no pun intended) became faster in it's reading.

I actually have one more idea right now. There's no lovemaking in it (at least not as I have mentally scripted right now) but it will show just how strong both of them become after a few months of their relationship. It will actually give them both names and fill some backstory on who they are, also. As wrote this over the last couple weeks, I found myself growing to like both of these characters a lot. When that happens, I don't like to let them "lay about", unused. There may be a long lag between stories, as I work on other ones, but I eventually revist them.

As for the Wreckshop story, nope, I never read it. I've only seen the odd picture labeled as being from that site, but I've never joined it. The story I posted is a product of my own imagination and, to be honest, more than just a little of my own fantasies related to female bodybuilders.

The vampire's look was somewhat inspired by a picture that I can't remember where I found it. It is of a very muscular female Sith Lord and titled Darth Malice. I slimmed her initial description down a little so her post-coital state would be more like the picture. The only other chages are the lack of a facial tattoo and her breasts are smaller and higher than the Sith Lord's.

Again, thanks for the compliments on the story.

[Robert McNay]

Part 2: An Arraignment Consumated

She took the cover from his and slipped under the cover next to him. Her powerful arms immediately wrapped around his massive body and her muscular legs intertwined with his. Before he could take a breath, her lips crushed again his in a kiss that could only be described as feral in nature. Her tongue found his and dove deep into his mouth. The grip of her arms and legs was almost bone-crushing. He found himself returning the kiss with a fury that surprised him.

At one point of the kiss, he found out just how sharp her fangs were.  In the unbridled passion, his inside lower lip barely brushed the tip of one and it drew blood. He instinctively pulled back with an “Ow!”. She looked at him, then gently took the lip between her’s and tasted him. She then sucked at it a little, letting a low “Mmmmm.” Issue from deep inside.  She let the lip go, and seductive licked away the stray blood that had stained her’s. He realized that his had stopped bleeding.

Their hands started to move about their bodies, exploring and feeling. Unlike what he had read, her skin was not cold but pleasantly cool, and very, very soft. Like a pure, perfect satin. Her thick, black hair was the same, unbelievably smooth, silky and full. His fingers ran down her extended arm, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the skin, it was like velvet covered steel. Her tricep was large and very pronounced with a deep vee, while her bicep was long and sleek. He ran his index finger along the prominent indentation between the inner and outer heads. She flexed it some and it swelled to a surprising large size. It’s shape was very round with a graceful curve that filled her upper arm from shoulder to forearm. His hand followed the bicep’s curve, then down her sinewy forearm to her hand. He intertwined his fingers with her’s and squeezed, only to find the reciprocated grip was just as strong and decidedly vice-like.

His attentions returned to her face. Her nose, aquiline and graceful in shape, was well suited to her  wide, dark eyes and the full, sensuous lips beneath. The effect was hypnotic, even moreso when the eyes flashed a deep crimson.  He placed his hand on her chest, at the base of her neck, and started to kiss her along the firm line of her jaw. As she closed her eyes and let her head drop back, he traced his lips down the front of her neck, towards the deep cleavage of her chest. His fingers traced his path down her chest, between her firm, full breasts, his lips following behind. He paused briefly and placed several small, light kisses around each of her dark areolas, finishing with a lingering kiss that subtly sucked at each of her nipples. She moaned and ran her hands through his hair, then nudged him downwards.

He continued his path down her torso. His lips proceeded down her stomach while his hands diverged to her sides. His fingers moved over each of her serrates, feeling the deep valleys between each, then followed the line of her lats to her hips. His light kisses of each individual abdominal caused her to tighten and release them with each touch. He then softly ran his tongue down the deep middle valley. She laughed at the feel and her stomach took on a look as if it had been laid by a construction worker. It felt just as hard.

Finally, he descended to her pubic area. The triangular patch of hair was tight, curly patch, neatly trimmed and as soft as the hair on her head. He moved his tongue and lips into it, soon finding the folds that surrounded her clitoris. His first brush of it with his tongue caused her to shiver and tense, her muscles tightening and flexing. He licked it again, sending another shiver through her, then he started to kiss the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Her inner thigh muscle and the sartorius inside of it stood out in sharp relief, the latter almost as big around as his forearm. The adductor muscles were also well developed, giving her inner thigh an appearance of an outward curve. Her outer thighs enhanced the sweep of her upper legs by being extraordinarily well developed and incredibly powerful. When she tightened her legs, the quad and rectus seemed to almost swell to double their relaxed size and took on a chiseled, angular look. The rectus itself was sharply delineated with a deep crease in the middle. Last, her calves were elongated and graceful in their shape, giving her lower legs a full look that, he imagined, must be killer in a pair of high heels.
He retraced his path back up to her pubic area and kissed and pecked all around her clit. She groaned again and tried to maneuver his head to it but he resisted. He continued to tease for a little while, then he opened the lips with his fingers and plunged his mouth in.

As he went down on her, he alternately sucked and kissed sending waves of shudders through her. His tongue licked and probed. Her legs moved up onto his shoulders and pressed against the sides of his head. He had to wrap his arms around them and pull them apart so he could breath. He couldn’t budge them but she must’ve realized what was happening and relaxed her grip. Her hips soon took on a rhythmic movement that grew faster as he ate. She suddenly let out a roar and her whole body tensed and shuddered, her muscles tightened and bulged. After a few seconds, her body relaxed and he pushed himself up to face her again. A smile of contentment played about her lips and he kissed her.

Without pause, they started up again. This time as they kissed, she subtly maneuvered his head towards her neck, just below her ears and across the nape. He willingly followed her direct. Her skin had taken on a sweet smell and taste he hadn’t noticed before. It was irresistible and he wanted more. His head began to swim and he felt his own sexual urges start to leave his grasp. All he could think of was having her, eating her, fucking her. He felt light headed, disconnected, like he was outside of himself. He rolled over on her and her legs swung open for him. He plunged himself into her hard and deep, and began to pump. She let a long “Yessssssss” escape her lips as she wrapped her legs and arms about him. His thrusts became harder and more frenzied, using every ounce of his considerable strength he could muster and she took it all.

He continued for what seemed like hours, but had to be only minutes, his muscles started to ache and fatigue. When he was on the brink of exhaustion, he felt her vagina contract around him in a tremendous grip, her back arched lifting him up as if he were nothing and she let a scream go that rattled the windows. Her fingernails raked his back as she drug them down it. The sudden shock of the pain, the intense friction of her grip started him towards climax, but at the last moment, she reached down between them and applied pressure somewhere. He immediately deflated like a balloon with it’s air released. He collapsed onto her, gasping for breath. He turned his head and looked at her face. She smiled her teeth baring smile and simply said “Not yet.”

He pulled out and rolled off next to her. She caressed and rubbed his body, needing his large muscles in her hands like a child would clay. Soon, he felt his energy start to return, from where it was coming, he had no idea. He pulled her close and gave her a long, deep, soul stirring kiss. After it, she gasped for air, but went right back in, giving as good as she got. His hands began to caress her body again as he rolled on his side to face her.

She returned the caress, moving her hand along his torso, over his slab-like pec and to his massive shoulder. She pecked him on the cheek and lifted herself up a little. Then she savagely pushed him down into the bed, forcing him onto his back. The animal look had returned to her face as she rolled atop him, her knees on either side of his body, pinning his hips. She took each of his hands in hers and pinned them down over his head. He struggled but couldn’t move at all. It was then he realized she had been toying with him, holding back the true level of her strength.

She smiled the cat-like smile she showed before and moved her hips some. He felt the tip of his penis slip into her just a little. Then she actually purred and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“Now we go for the big finish.”

He felt himself slide deeply into her and her vaginal muscles contract around him. He felt like he was in a vice grip, she was squeezing so tight. Still holding his arms pinned, she started to pump her hips. On every lift, she released her muscles but then contracted them on the downthrust. The result was an incredible friction that drove him to scream in ecstasy. She laughed and started to move her hips faster. His mind was a blur of carnal lust and sensual overload. The faster she went the more he wanted to cum but she would do something, a move, a pressure, that would kill the urge. She then would build him up again, just to stop it again. She did this over and over until it felt like his balls would explode.

Somewhere deep inside of him, he summoned up some reserve strength and thrust his pelvis upwards as hard as he could as she thrust downwards. The powerful collision caught her off guard, causing her to release his hands. He immediately grabbed her hips and started to match her pump for pump.

She leaned backwards and yelled, “Yessss!”, then fell forward onto him. She placed one hand on his shoulder, the other on the side of his head and pushed them apart, exposing his neck. She plunged her teeth into his artery and drew deeply from him. A moment after she took her second draw, he felt a warmth start in his neck and move through his chest,his heart started beating at almost triple its resting rate and felt like it was going to burst from his chest. It then moved across to the other arm and up into his head. It then drove through his torso to the area between his legs. He felt it explode and his body started to pump its juices hard into her. He never felt his body pump so much, so hard, for so long.

She snapped upright and let out a roar that he swore could be heard to street level. Her whole body tensed and flexed. He felt her vaginal muscle kick into a pulsating overdrive, sucking everything out of him. Through the haze of orgasm, he looked at her and gasped. He watched her tightened muscles flex hard, bulge and grow in size. He knew he wasn’t seeing things because he could feel it in his hands as they gripped her thighs. Every muscle in her body seems to swell and striate, he could see the power pumping through her in waves. She strained in exertion of controlling the energy. Her trapezius muscle rose from her shoulders in high arches, prominent above her swollen delts. Her lats widened and thickened, pushing her arms outwards. As for her arms, her biceps clenched and flexed into huge, orbs that would put his to shame. Beneath his hands, her thighs had become as massive as his own.

For several minutes, she sat tensed and ripped as the orgasm drove through in wave after wave. Eventually it subsided. Her muscles receded, but were still bigger than when they started. She relaxed and swayed a little, then got off and lay down next to him. She literally purred as she pulled the covers up and snuggled against him. It was sometime before he could speak.

“What just happened?”

“I came.”

“No, no, that was more than just cumming. That was existential. What was that sweet taste that set me off first?”

She laughed a little, kissed him and held his face in her hands.

“Okay, a little lesson in vampirism. First, the sweetness was a phermone that stimulates the sexual centers of the brain and drives the libido crazy. Its probably why vampires have such a sensual mystique. Usually it's just breathed in, but you took in a lot, orally. The effect increases 10 fold when that happens."

Next. some vampires subsist only on blood, that’s all they are capable of. Other vampires not only get their nourishment from human blood, but also from the energy that courses through living things. Its more than just food, its life and power. I'm one of those.”

He touched the wound on his neck. It had stopped bleeding and felt as though it had begun to heal.

“In this case blood was part of it, but that bite was to set something off in you. My saliva has a neuroagent in it that stimulates the nervous system and puts the circulatory system into overdrive. It helps us to drain a victim quicker. What I did was give you small dose directly to the brain that put your cardiovascular and nether regions into an overdrive. You came harder and longer than you normally would.”

“I know. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

It was then that he realized that when she got off of him, he felt no wetness. He reached down and felt only her on him, none of his own semen. She smiled again.

“Semen is a blood product, it contains much of what’s in your veins, but highly concentrated. Then there is all that sperm in it. Sperm are alive and possess the life energy I mentioned before. What you saw was the combination of a little of your blood and an extremely large amount of a very potent semen feeding and recharging my life essence. It was so potent that there was a large excess of energy and it flooded into my physical body, especially the muscles.”

She lifted herself up on one elbow and stroked his hair and face.

“You will be happy to know that I have left you with a little gift in return. That stimulating agent has permanently increased your heart capacity a little. It has also boosted your muscle recovery and growth. In a couple of days of workouts, you should notice the effects.”

He looked at his own body, then back at her. She flexed a newly sizeable bicep for him. He ran his hand over it and squeezed it. It felt like an iron cannonball.

”I bet you had no idea that you were that potent.” she said.

All he could do was shake his head no.

“Well, you are, and I think that you will serve my purposes quite well.” Her eyes flamed red at him. “I think I’m going to enjoy our arraignment. One of these sessions every couple of days should suit me just fine.”

She pulled him to her, kissed him hard and deep. Then she looked, not so much into his eyes, but his soul this time.

“So you better stay healthy and strong, if you want to keep me happy.”

And with that, she evaporated into smoke and disappeared.

[Robert McNay]

Dang, I just noticed I forgot to edit the last paragraph and used "thick" waaay too much. Is there anyway to edit a post once it is made?

[Robert McNay]

Hi. Above is my first attempt at a story for this group. I hope you enjoyed this first part, but I have a question before I can post more.

Just what are the limits of what can be posted before it gets flagged, pulled or otherwise censored? Some of the stories I've read on here are very graphic as far as violence and gore, but those seem to have more acceptance than sex. Just how graphic can I be in describing what happens between these people?

I'm not talking anything kinky or gross, just the act of an intense and VERY passionate night.

Thanks.

[Robert McNay]

That's something I've noticed about bodybuilders who have done it most of their life. In male, but especially in women, that, as they get older, they stop being "big" and start getting "hard". This woman and Julliette Bergman are both examples.

When they are younger, 20's – 30's, their muscles large and full. Very impressive, even intimidating. Then, somewhere in their late 30's to 40's, the muscles change. They start to take on a chiseled-from-granite look. The muscles tighten and seem to get more dense. They no longer need size to look like they could rip a tank apart with their bare hands.

While I think younger BBers like Kristi Hawkins and Mellissa Dettwiler are very sexy and appealing, I find something intensely attractive about a woman like Christa Bauch. You just know that feeling her muscles would be like touching steel.

Well. steel covered with a nice soft skin.  ;D

[Robert McNay]

My own attempts at writing are pretty much inspired writers from a variety of genre',

Dashiell Hammett
Tom Clancy
Walter Gibson
James Thurber
Jean Shepard
John Marquand
Douglas Adams
Paul French (Isaac Asimov)

And my occasional forays into poetry,

Ogden Nash  😀

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