Some Might Say

As is wont with our kind, I tend to travel quite a lot. Moving water has no affect on us, contrary to popular fiction. I regularly traveled across the ocean, stopping in Europe for a few months, the brightly lit casino lands that Africa has become, and the gritty streets of a distinctly Blade Runner-esque Pan-Asia.

I grew bored with the name Serena and traded it for new, shiny names when the mood struck me. Over the countless centuries, I changed everything about myself, but my true appearance always returned; an artificially full head of hair thanks to the mysteries of the change, pale skin that practically glows in moonlight, deceivingly innocent, large eyes.

Every time I looked in the mirror, I seemed to haunt myself. Regardless of what I willed, day after day, that face continued to stare back at me. Was I losing my touch? Did I need to drink more? When I was desperate or trying to fool some poor soul, the glamor seemed to stick well enough...What then?

This week, it was back to Shinjuku. The once pristine streets of Japan were harsh, an oppressive black hole where even the garish neon lights seemed dwarfed by the ominous atmosphere.

Nowadays, I went by the name Mari and I never let myself get hungry. I fed every few days, taking my fill, sometimes visiting two or three friends to sate the thirst.

My last stop tonight was to Yoshitaka. He was the kind of man I would have gone after as a human – lithe, tall, dark, just the right amount of muscle. Yoshitaka was always last on my feeding list; when I was with him, I wanted to have control, take my time.

Now, with my hand against his torso, the color difference between us was highlighted. Though he wasn't that dark by Japanese standards, his skin appeared as a deep caramel brown next to my powdered white complexion. I took liberties with him that I would never allow myself to with others, that I was never bold enough to do when I was alive.

His cock was uncircumsized, which I found oddly adorable. I ran my hand over my sharpened teeth, blood springing up on my hand, slathering Yoshitaka's penis with it as I pumped idly. With every few strokes the pink head of his cock would peek out at me. I leaned forward, tickling it with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a groan from above me.

I licked again, looking up devilishly to find Yoshitaka looking down at me, eyes half lidded in pleasure. I grinned, pressing the fleshy member into my mouth as he whimpered, thrusting with need. I chuckled, my tongue reverberating against him as his breath hitched. I pushed his cock into my throat, swallowing it down so my mouth rested against his abdomen. I lifted his left leg, throwing it over my right shoulder and sunk my teeth into the skin at the base of his dick.

Yoshitaka gasped audibly above me and I chuckled again, swallowing around his penis as blood filled my mouth. I rubbed the fingers of my right hand together, making sure the blood there was still wet. Satisifed, I rubbed the tip of my middle finger against the soft skin of his quivering asshole. My finger circled his hole and pressed against the entrance, slowly sinking in. Yoshitaka gasped, voicing a weak protest. I swallowed around the cock still buried in my throat and thrust the digit in further. His voice above me became harder as he insisted my hand retreat.

I looked up at him, slowly withdrawing his dick from my mouth, lightly scraping my teeth over it now and again before it made an audible pop. I licked the blood from my lips and stared into his eyes. I could see his aching appendage quivering with need from the corner of my eye.

My finger went in further and I leaned forward, tongue barely touching the tip of his cock as my finger brushed against something hard inside of him. Yoshitaka screamed in surprise as he came across my face.