My sizzling hot date pushed me up against my apartment door, his lips locked on mine. God, he was good at this, worryingly so. That a charming rake like him had swiped right on somebody like me was unheard of. Nobody got this lucky, at least based on what Tina told me. He pinned my wrists together, moving down to suck on my neck, and I moaned helplessly.

“Christian…” I gasped. “Let’s get inside first…”

He chuckled against my skin but relented, pulling away and smirking wickedly, his black hair and dark eyes making me tremble with excitement. Fishing my keys out, I hastily unlocked my door and began shedding clothing, hurrying to the bedroom. When I realized Christian wasn’t with me, I turned back to see him still at the front door, leaning forward with a hand on either side of the door frame with his devilish smirk.

“Are you gonna make me beg? Get in here,” I laughed, and he grinned triumphantly, slowly stepping over the threshold.

I managed to turn on the lights before he closed the door, and he approached me languidly. “Beautiful place,” he commented, not even sparing a glance at our surroundings. His gaze was fixed firmly on my form, making it clear what was actually on his mind, and it was a thrilling feeling. After my last relationship, being this brazen and carefree was… Well, it was new, that much was certain. Bringing a guy home on a first date was wildly out of character for me, but I needed this. I needed to break out of my shell and get some experience, and hot roguish Christian seemed like just what the doctor ordered. “Still with me?”

His words cut through my overthought doubts, and I broke back into a smile. “Yeah, sorry, just… can’t believe we’re really doing this.” I giggled nervously.

He combed a lock of hair out of my face, his eyes glinting gold in the dim lighting that I had in my sardine can of a living room. “Just let me lead,” he crooned, and I felt my body relax. He knows what he’s doing. Just relax and go with the flow, Anna. I took a deep breath and nodded, and he kissed me again while I backed us into my bedroom. I was already partially undressed, and he brought me the rest of the way, unhooking my bra with practiced ease and tugging my panties down just far enough to trip me up and send me tumbling onto the mattress.

As I looked up at the Greek god of a man standing at the foot of my bed, he began unbuttoning his black dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and the inner lining was a dashing shade of red that made me press my legs together with need. And my God, his physique under that shirt was to die for. With his combed straight black hair, those bewitching eyes, and that body, I was left wondering just how I got this lucky. Tina was gonna die of envy.

Tossing his shirt on the floor, he followed my retreat onto the bed, gently stroking the underside of my thigh as I swallowed. With exquisite tenderness, he kissed my knees before pulling the panties off from around them and slowly parting them, and my chest heaved in anticipation as he lowered his face toward my crotch. To my horror, he stopped an inch short of my womanhood and breathed in deeply, savoring my musk while I covered my face in embarrassment. “You smell delicious, my dear,” he purred, his breath hitting my wetness and making my legs quake.

“Christian…” I whimpered, seconds before his cool lips brushed my mound. I trembled and gripped the sheets, my eyes squeezed shut as I silently begged him for more. He was torturing me, sinking his fingers into my thighs as his lips danced around everything I wanted him to touch. Urging myself to relax and enjoy it all was difficult with all this anticipation, but luckily he didn’t keep me waiting too long. Parting my folds with his tongue, he began playing with my nub while also dipping into my wetness, making me gasp and moan as I writhed on the bed. Time seemed to blur as he etched euphoria into my body with all the tenderness of an angel and all the fervor of a beast.

“Is this your first time, Anna?” he asked. When I stepped out of my reverie and opened my eyes, he had propped himself over me, using a thumb to wipe his bottom lip. My God, that was hot. I’d somehow lost myself in the pleasure and didn’t even notice when he’d stopped, but now his question caught me unprepared and I blushed.

“That obvious, huh?” I squeaked, hiding behind my hands.

He shook his head, chuckling while he finally removed my bra and tossed it aside. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s adorable, pet.” He leaned down and kissed me on the neck before touching his nose to my skin and breathing deeply. “Just divine. I never knew a woman could smell so good.”

“Don’t be weird,” I giggled bashfully, and he straightened with a cocksure smirk. I cast my gaze down our bodies to find that he was already fully undressed, and his godhood – sorry, manhood – was already lined up with me. The only word that came to mind when I saw it was ‘juicy,’ and I silently chastised myself for sounding like such a slut. Perhaps that’s what twenty-four years of being a virgin did to you. But as far as first experiences went, this was chalking up to be absolutely magical.

“Then let’s put it in your words,” he rumbled. “What do you want me to do? I want to hear you say it.” Mmph, giving me agency while still being dominant. Green flag. This is air traffic control, you have clearance for takeoff.

“I want you to put it in me,” I whispered, and even with those amateurish words, that triumphant grin of his returned. He cupped my face with one hand before subtly moving his thumb over my throat, then began splitting me open with his hardness. I winced in pain when he pushed through the veil and made me a woman, a few tears beading up and falling from my eyes. He throbbed inside me and kept going, slowly but surely burying himself to the hilt. It felt like I was burning up compared to him. I threw my arms around his neck, fingers digging into his broad back as he squeezed involuntary sounds out of me.

He put his forehead to mine, his eyes like liquid amber. “I want you to enjoy this.” It was almost an order, and I was all too eager to comply. I’ll cum as many times as you want me to. He began fucking me, not with the gentleness of taking a virgin’s first, but with the savagery of a conqueror. The pain of being ravaged like this was so flawlessly laced with pleasure, like a poison seeping into my body and sapping my resistance. How many girls had he ruined with this magnificent cock? I found it concerning how little I cared.

The thumb he had on my throat was joined by the rest of his fingers, cradling the back of my neck and raising it toward him. He rasped with need, letting his breath cascade over my skin before putting his lips on me, even letting his teeth graze me every now and then. Lightning shot through the back of my eyes, and convulsions seized my lower body when I crested all my pent-up sensations. A weak whimper was all I could manage, my arms going limp as I flailed helplessly under him. He was perfect. I wanted him like this forever.

“Where do you want it, pet? I don’t really want to pull out,” he crooned, pulling away from my neck long enough to look into my eyes. “Just let me cum, Anna.” I was going to make him finish outside, but I couldn’t protest against those glimmering eyes of his. I wasn’t on birth control. I wasn’t even sure if today was a safe day. But in this moment, I would do anything to feel his hot cum filling me up. This is a night of firsts, after all. Might as well go for broke.

“Inside,” I moaned. “Oh God, cum inside me.”

Pure sin flooded into me, razing the deepest parts of me with unholy pleasure. Another orgasm gripped me, and my walls clenched his cock as if to milk more of his seed out of him. I pulled him to my neck again, and he obliged by licking and nipping at my throat while we shared this beautiful moment.

“Anna…” he whispered. “You’re perfect…”

A sharp pain pierced through my neck, but I was still cumming on him and was lightheaded enough to ignore it. His cock was nestled deep inside me, throbbing powerfully as he groaned against me, slurping hungrily. “Don’t stop,” I said. Or at least I tried to. I was feeling too weak to form words, and my voice died in my throat. My neck was his whole world right now.

Then he ripped it open, sending gore spraying everywhere. My eyes widened with incomprehension, staring at his exhilarated expression, blood coating his mouth and chin, his eyes matched in color. I tried to scream but choked and gurgled instead, then he locked his lips around the wound again and began drinking. What was happening?!

The evening date. The cool pale skin. The changing eye colors. The impeccable charisma. The way I seemed to do every single thing he told me to. And of course, the way he was draining me of blood right now.

I’d invited him in.

I tried to push him away, but he was powerful and I was weakening by the second, twitching helplessly under him while the edges of my vision began to darken. He still had me impaled on his cock, and to my dismay I orgasmed one more time, as if even my pussy was desperately clinging on to life. Of course the first time I had sex I got murdered, just my luck. As delirium overtook my brain, I mused that I should have just died a virgin.

It was good though. Exquisite, even. Then the darkness claimed me.

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I gasped for air and bolted upright, clutching at my neck. I was alive. Jesus Christ, it was all just a bad dream. I sighed in relief and threw myself back on my fresh bedsheets, squeezing my eyes shut as I calmed down. It was only seven in the morning and that was already enough excitement for the day. Perhaps I needed to look for a different genre to read before bed.

With another sigh, I got out of bed to get ready for work. Not a chance I was managing a short nap before my alarm went off after a dream like that. I wasn’t on a diet, but I decided I was going vegetarian for today. Throwing open the curtains, I gazed out at the bright sunny day, taking comfort in the warm light. Of course there were no such things as monsters. It was a good day to be alive. Looking in the mirror revealed no marks on my neck: no bites, no scars, nothing. And I still had a reflection, I noted. Got washed up and dressed, yogurt for breakfast, then collected my things and made my way out to my dinky little car. Checking my phone for messages made me wonder…

I opened one of my dating apps and checked my messages, stopping cold in my tracks. There at the top was Christian, with a message from last night saying he’d arrived at the restaurant we were meeting at. Switching to his profile, I went through all his pictures, shivering despite the gorgeous weather. All his pics were well-lit nighttime shots. Not a single one of him spending a day at the beach, or hiking, or posing anywhere with sunlight.

He’d ripped my throat out. If the dream was real, I should be dead. Instead, I was standing out in the sun, unturned and mortal, very much alive and well. Stupid dreams were gaslighting me or something. Was I being paranoid? Maybe my imagination was getting away from me. Shaking my head, I promptly put my phone away and continued walking, determined to just have a nice and unremarkable day. I passed by the dumpsters of my apartment complex, and something caught my eye. Part of a bedsheet was hanging out under the lid, and I stopped again.

I’d started the morning on fresh bedsheets. I didn’t remember ever changing to my second set. Trembling, I slowly approached the dumpster, freaking out and praying I was wrong. But nope, that looked like my sheets alright. I was almost too afraid to look inside, deliberating for a long moment. I must have looked like a junkie, standing next to a dumpster, wide-eyed and shaking uncontrollably. Finally I mustered enough courage and opened the lid, reaching in to identify that yes, they were in fact my sheets.And they were soaked through with blood.