#vampire jack

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There was a reason he worked night shift. It wasn’t just because he found solace in the darkness. He didn’t have a choice.

Jack stretches his arms above his head, letting his muscles release the tension from the previous night. He looks down at you and gently strokes some of your wild, sleep tousled hair out of your face. He leans down and kisses your forehead, careful not to wake you up.

He looks around the pitch black room and zeroes in on the clock across the room on the dresser. ‘6:15 pm’. He had work in 45 minutes and it was already dark out. He loves the winter. It gave him more time to be outside, more time to live an actual life.

He took in a deep breath as he stood up, continue his stretch throughout his body. He caught the scent just as the last bit of air entered his lungs. You were bleeding. You must have gotten it during your sleep.

The growl that starts brewing in his chest was feral. He was gonna be a little late for work. He picks up his phone from his bed side table and sent Robby a text ‘running behind brother…gotta eat before I come in. I’m fiendin’

There were three people in the whole world that knew: The person that did it, Robby, and you. He felt his phone buzz with a response from Robby, ‘Roger that. Don’t take too long’. He tosses the phone down and moves towards your side of the bed.

You let out a soft whimper in your sleep and roll over onto your back. Love blooms behind his eyes as he watches you. It’s almost like you feel him in your sleep. You can tell what he needs, even when you’re dreaming.

The discussion of somnophilia happened very shortly after your first sexual encounter together, especially considering Jack’s situation. Grazing off of you saved him from having to “borrow” from the hospitals supply. Sometimes you were asleep when he needed a fix and he would hate to wake you, just because he’s hungry.

He runs his finger tips up your exposed thigh, letting goosebumps form. He starts to add pressure against your inner thigh, causing the pulse in your femoral artery to echo through his ears.

He pushes your tshirt up and sees that you’ve already bled through your soft cotton lilac colored panties. His nose was dragging up the length of your lips over the fabric before he could stop himself. His hips jerking forward unintentionally.

He keeps his thumb on your pulse point, massaging it in circles to keep the blood flowing quickly. He growls, like an animal, and rips the crotch of your panties open with his other hand. He stares. He’s entranced. Your perfect, puffy, normally pink pussy is red. She’s covered in strong, healthy, iron rich, blood.

He takes a long deep breath through his nose and closes his eyes in an attempt to keep his composure. He lets the breath out slowly through his mouth. The hot air of his breath hits your exposed vulva and you start to gently roll your hips.

“Jackie boy” you purr, half asleep, and your fingers thread into his curls. “Take what you need, baby” you whisper through your dream state and sigh as you snuggle back down into the mattress.

He places his tongue flat against your pussy and runs it up the length of you slowly. He cleans off the initial layer of his nourishment and lets out a deep satisfied sigh. He uses his two thumbs to spread you open for him and starts to lap at you. You let out a sleepy giggle and squirm against him as he continues his strong, but short licks on your sweet center.

You always joke with him that his kitten licks were more like that of a lion cub, your sexy Simba. He even comes with the sharp teeth.

Your giggles start to turn into soft moans as his tongue circles around your clit, pushing your hood back to expose it to the cool air of your bedroom.

Your back arches slightly and he sucks it into his mouth. His left hand makes a cupping motion and he places it just under your hole, letting blood collect in the palm of his hand. You whimper at the loss of contact when he pulls away, but you whimper turns to a gasp when you hear slurping.

“Fuck…Simba baby are you drinking it?” You ask in soft pants. He raises his head and your eyes roll back into your head at the sight of him. Blood is smeared across the bottom of his face and his finger tips are covered. He slides the middle and ring finger of his right hand inside of you and starts rubbing against your gspot roughly and quickly. He gives a quick lick to his lips, removing some of the blood in his skin before dropping back down to bring your clit in his mouth.

You’re right there. He knows it. You’re becoming slicker by the second, blood pushing out past his fingers. You’re gripping his fingers like you’re holding on for dear life.

You feel the tops of his teeth stroke against your labia as they descend. He always waits until you cum, the blood is the sweetest when it’s filled with oxytocin and dopamine.

You let out a shriek as your orgasm hits. In less than a second, before your orgasm finishes, Jack’s teeth pierce your femoral artery. The moan that leaves his chest vibrates the bed. You cum again right after the first one. And again. And again, before he finishes.

He’s gulping and you’re sobbing. “Ok ok Jackie…ok” you say in a breathy moan. He immediately retracts his fangs from you and runs his tongue over the wound to heal it instantaneously. He presses a kiss to where his fangs just were and leans back up to nuzzle against your pussy.

“Fuck, you taste so good…ever since we started buying the 90% lean ground beef and high quality steaks, Jesus Christ…I can’t get enough of you.” He says before crawling back up to you and hovering face to face.

You lean up to let the tip of your tongue clean some blood off his lips before kissing him slowly. “You’re gonna be late, fangs” you say with a giggle. He chuckles against your chest after dropping his head and shaking it in mocking disbelief. “I already told Robby. There’s no way I woulda survived a shift without eating first…especially not after waking up to you bleeding” he says in a low voice placing kisses across your clavicle.

The clock reads “6:47 pm” and he finally stands up and heads to the en suite bathroom. He cleans his face and hands off and turns on the shower to get the rest of his blood of his arms and chest.

You walk in and undress slowly. You step in behind him in the shower and turn on the second side. Having one of those fancy two sided Kohler showers seemed like an unnecessary luxury, until times like this.

You soaped up your loofah to wash off the smears and streaks on your thighs and let the hot water soothe your tense muscles. You turn around and kiss across Jacks shoulders as he finishes his shower.

You step out of the shower, throw your wet hair up in a messy bun, grab a pair of plain black cotton panties, put your tampon in and a back up panty liner and crawl back in bed.

You’re fast asleep again by the time Jack leaves the bathroom fully dressed. He chuckles to himself and leans down, kissing your forehead softly one final time before he leaves. He grabs his backpack and heads towards the door to leave just as the clock reads “7:00 pm”

His phone buzzes in his pocket.

‘You better be on your way, Lestat’