think you could help us out?” Tiffany told her that they would be happy to give them a ride home. Mike was
looking at Eric’s face and saw an annoyed look as if he was not happy about his services being offered up
for total strangers. Mike warned Irina of this via their telepathic link. Mike was told not to worry just to sit
back and let her do her magic. Just as Mike had foreseen Eric said, “you said you live all the way out on
the beach, and I really don’t feel like wasting the gas and time to get you home. Can’t you call a cab?”
Irina said, “well I figured we could all have a few more drinks together maybe bring the party back to our
place.” Tiffany said, “I don’t know about you Eric, but I don’t mind helping them get home but I’m not really
up for any more partying tonight.” Irina then charmed Eric into responding, “come on baby that actually
sounds fun. It’s Friday night, and its only 2am lets at least have a couple of drinks at their place.” Tiffany
gave him a look and said, “one drink we can have one drink. The last thing you need is a DUI.” Irina
smiled, “sounds like a plan to me, and if you change your mind you more than welcome to crash at our
place we have an extra bedroom.
They all left the club and headed for Irina and Mike’s place in Eric’s car. The closer they got the faster
Mike’s heart began to race. Irina saw his nervousness and tried to calm him down giving him reassuring
words telepathically, and kissing him from time to time. Once they got home Irina led them all up to the
living room where Mike and Irina took seat on the couch, and Eric and Tiffany sat on two very nice
recliners. Tiffany asked, “my god, what happened here referring to the blood stains on the couch from
various nights Mike and Irina had spent making love in their unique ways. Irina said cunningly, “Oh that’s
just a years worth of spilled wine, we never try to get out.” Tiffany sighed with relief, “oh I thought… well it
looked like… well never mind. Why don’t we have that one drink I am kind of tired and wanna get home.”
Irina said slyly, “okay, you think you could grab a six pack from the fridge for me the kitchen is right in there.
(she pointed at the kitchen)” Tiffany replied, “you know we are just guests I would rather not.” Irina
charmed Eric again and he said, “come on babe, she’s just asking you to get us some drinks.” Tiffany told
him, “fine” she would do it.
Mike could sense the fear building in her. He received a message from Irina that he was doing great
and to do as she said and he would be fine. Tiffany walked into the kitchen and found a fridge full of
blood. She could not believe what kind of weird twisted nightmare she had gotten herself into. She slowly
walked back to the living room and said quivering, “uh… why is your fridge filled with blood?” Irina told her
that it was none of her business and not not be so nosy. Tiffany told Eric she thought they should leave.
Eric sat in his chair, charmed, not speaking a word. After a little while she said, “well you can stay, but I
am leaving.” as she turned around to leave she saw Irina in the doorway. “Going somewhere.” Irina said
evilly. Tiffany looked back at the couch where Irina had been unable to understand how she had moved to
block the doorway. Mike knew though. She had taught him to exert decent amounts of energy to move at
near the speed of sound for short bursts.
Irina forced Tiffany into a chair and held her there with her telekinetic powers until she had tied her up
with rope that had been stored beneath the couch. By now Tiffany was screaming, and yelling. Irina then
duct-taped her mouth. Tiffany could not understand why Eric was just sitting on his chair as if everything
was normal. “Hey Mike, do you feel her fear becoming greater?” Mike nodded. Irina then released Eric
from his dazed state and instructed mike begin draining him. Eric said, “Hey what’s going on here?”
Before he could figure any thing out Mike had drew his fangs and bit down hard on his neck. Eric
screamed and writhed in pain. Tiffany could not believe what was happening and what she was seeing.
She tried to close her eyes but Irina held her eyelids open, and forced her to watch. Before long Eric had
no fight left in him, and Mike let his limp body drop to the floor. Irina said telepathically, “okay its almost
time, she is almost ready to begin drinking from, we just need something to really push her over the top
before we drain her. Irina loosened some rope and ripped off all of Tiffany clothing. Mike was confused,
but Irina told him to follow her and do exactly as she said without question.
Mike followed Irina to their bedroom where Irina lay down on her back on the bed holding Tiffany’s
arms so that she could struggle slightly but it was only making her less able to fight back. She told Mike
he would have to push her over the top. She said the best way to max out a woman’s fear level was to
rape her. Mike couldn’t believe it, he was being asked, no being told by his partner to rape some strange
woman. He could smell her fear though and he wanted to taste her blood at its full potential and his
vampiric instincts took hold of him, and he was no longer in control. He stripped down and placed the tip
of his penis at her entrance. She began screaming into the duct tape trying to scream no, shaking her
head. He then pulled away and stopped until she started to feel relief as if catastrophe had been avoided
and that’s when he plunged deep inside of her. She wasn’t very wet, he assumed because she was
unwilling, and this annoyed him.
Irina told him that it was time, and to bite now. Tiffany was a pretty short girl and even with her
between them Mike was able to take himself out of her and start thrusting hard into Irina as he bit down
hard into Tiffany’s neck. Mike felt connected to Irina in ways he didn’t know were possible. Every sound he
heard sounded like it was a mile away. Tiffany’s muffled screams, and Irina deeply moaning as she drew
more and more of the sweet nectar that was Tiffany’s life force. This position while very creative and
exciting for Mike was pretty tricky to maneuver. He wanted Irina more than he ever had before, and the girl
they were draining was in the way. Mike got up and pulled Irina out from under Tiffany. They positioned
themselves so that Tiffany was lying on the bed on her back and Irina was bent over the corner of the bed
on top of Tiffany so that she could continue to drain the poor girl. Mike then began thrusting into Irina deep
and fast. She had never been as wet when they fucked as she was now. It felt to him like she was having
a constant orgasm, and it felt great. Her juices were flowing freely and her vagina felt like like it was trying
to milk him. Irina stopped biting for a second to yell, “that’s it fuck me harder Mike, come on harder!” Mike
gave her everything he had. He even expended some of his vampiric energy to thrust into her at super
human speeds. Before too long Irina was screaming, “oh just a little more, just a little harder. I’m about to
cum.” At that point Irina bit down into Tiffany’s neck for the last time to retrieve the last of her blood, and
Mike simultaneously bit down on Irina’s neck as hard as he could. Irina’s orgasm took over her. Her
vagina clamped down on Mike’s manhood harder than it ever had, as juices began to flood out of her, and
before he knew he had reach his limit. He began pumping her full of his hot cum. They both climaxed in
waves for what felt like an eternity their bed covered in their bodily fluids, and poor Tiffany’s blood.
They collapsed next to each-other on their bed and pushed Tiffany’s lifeless body off the edge. They
then fell asleep in each-others arms. That night was the first of many that Mike was tormented by vivid
dreams of the acts he had committed during his first hunt.
