You barely hear the professor as you sit there staring at the girl two rows ahead of you. You were always an outstanding student before, but now you can hardly focus on your classes or your friends or anything at all except what you saw behind the library last week. You've tried to convince yourself that it wasn't real, that Jerome really had just dropped out like everyone thought, but no matter how you want to return to normal you can't drive the truth out of your head. You can't forget seeing Jessica and her friend baring their fangs, drinking from him, and finally leading the dazed boy away in the darkness. Since then those girls were all you could think about, them and the other students you've noticed eyeing everyone on campus like a mountain lion eyes a deer.
Two nights after that incident was when the first dream came. You had just decided to do something. You were going to hunt them, or find proof, or do anything but be another prey ******. But almost as soon you closed your eyes you saw her there. You were sitting on a pillow in the middle of living room wearing only your boxers while she stared down at you from the couch. She wore a tight Death Note T-shirt, boots, and a black miniskirt dotted with pink skulls.
"I saw you," you said. "I know what you are."
"I know," she said. "But it doesn't matter. I know what you are too."
She looks you up and down as if examining an item at a shop. You thought you should say something, but you felt it would be unutterably wrong to speak out of turn to her.
"From our perspective, there are a few categories into one of which all humans fall," said Jessica. "Some are cows that are only fit for food, some are thralls that are capable and useful servants, some are dogs that are adoring and entertaining slaves, some are bulls that are highly pleasurable but broken with difficulty, and some are wolves that are defiant to the point of death. I know what you are, and you are not a wolf."
A quirky half-smile spread across Jessica's face as she watched you absorb what she had said.
"Your obsession with me didn't start that night, did it?" she asked. "You've been snatching glances at me every chance you get since the first time you saw me, haven't you? In fact, the only reason you saw me feeding that night was because you had followed me there. And I don't think that sight made your pathetic lust any weaker. I think you've been craving me even more since you learned what I am."
You shook your head. You felt the ***** rising to your cheeks.
"It's not true," you said. "Or if it is it's something you've done. It's how you draw in victims, putting desire in them and letting it grow until they come to you."
Jessica laughed.
"Sorry, babe, but that just isn't true," she says. "I can do a few a mind tricks, but nothing like that. And all my powers of come hither are of the natural variety. It's all you. You're the one who needs to lust after a girl, especially a girl you know you'd never have a chance with. You're the one who loves to be a loser chasing after a superior princess almost as much as you love the actual princess. Well this time the princess might just decide to chase you. In a leisurely way, of course. Perhaps from horseback with a pack of hunting dogs."
She lifed up her shirt until you could see her bra.
"Are you really telling me this is the first time you've dreamed of these tits?" she asked. "Can you really say you wouldn't gladly let me drink my fill from you just for the privilege of feeling the softness of my breasts and kissing that tender flesh? In fact, I think you would even prefer it if I drank from you."
As Jessica massaged her breasts and pulled at the bra until it was nearly off, you realized that at some point you had taken out your dick and begun to stroke.
"Or maybe you'd prefer my ass," said Jessica as she dropped her shirt and turned around. "Maybe that's what you've been dreaming of. I think you've spent nights drooling into your pillow as you imagined pressing your face into it, being my cushion, pledging your total obedience to my perfect ass in the middle of the cafeteria and hearing everyone laugh as I lift up my skirt so you can kiss it. It's not like I need to tug that much, though. My skirts are all pretty short. Short enough that I've probably flashed you my panties a few times without even trying. I bet you ran off and bought some exact duplicates online just so you could sniff them and jack off into them and be some tiny bit closer to worshipping my ass."
This startled you. In point of fact, you actually had done exactly that just a few weeks ago when you got a glimpse of her lacy, blue panties.
"How did you--" you began to ask.
Jessica whirled around and cut the question off with a slap to the face.
"You will speak when I give you permission, loser!" she said. "Now get back to stroking. And speed it up"
You obeyed.
"But really, it's all of me," said Jessica as she resumed teasing you. "There was that time you were working the register at the cafe. When I handed you the change you felt the cool softness of my hand and you were nearly lost to adoration right then and there. There's no part of me that you wouldn't beg to kiss. You would consider it a privilege to clean my feet with your tongue. You would even jump at the chance to worship my armpits. And if I ever said that I wanted you for sex, you wouldn't be the slightest bit disappointed to learn I meant I wanted to ride your face as your cock remained untouched and unwanted."
"I'm going to cum," you moaned.
There was another slap to the face, this one a bit lighter.
"No, you won't," said Jessica. "Not without my permission."
And then you woke up.
Every night since then, you had dreamed of Jessica as she taunted and tormented you. Unlike most dreams, you remembered every detail of these visions, and those memories invaded your daytime thoughts. When you weren't think of Jessica as a monster with a corpse at her feet you were imagining her staring down at you as she writhed and massaged herself, humiliating you all the while.
Once you though you might finally get her off your mind when you hooked up with a girl from Renaissance Lit, but when you got in bed with her you were unable to cum. Stacy didn't seem to mind, though. She was able to get off just fine, and it turned out she was a bit of a sadist. She laughed at your erect cock, which refused to leave the very edge of orgasm, and slapped it to see if that would do anything. Torture did nothing to relieve you, and after she'd recovered from the first orgasm she decided to go for another. Stacy had even hooked up with you again later that week. She made it very clear that she had no interest in you as a boyfriend, but she did like the idea of keeping you around as a sex toy. This should have delighted you, except that each night with her left your cock and balls aching even more than they usually did ever since the dream with Jessica. You actually found that it hurt to walk after you first had sex with Stacy.
So now you sit in class, staring at Jessica as the lecture goes on. The class ends, and you follow her out. There's a thick crowd, but somehow you mnage to keep track of her. You follow her all the way to the same isolated spot behind the library. She turns around, stares right at you, and beckons you forward with the twitch of a finger.
With a shaking hand, you pull out the silver knife you've been secretly carrying every day.
"I...I know what you are," you say.
The vampire looks you in the eye and doesn't even bother to glance at the knife as she swats it away.
"And I know what you are," she says. "And you're no wolf."
She put a hand on your shoulder and pushes you to your knees.
"I'm taking you home," says Jessica. "I'm going to drink from you, and play with you, and make you mine. And when I'm done you have my permission to cum."
Then she pulls you to your feet, grabs a handful of your shirt, and leads you to her car. You offer no resistance.
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