Bitten by Curiosity

"Emily was the newcomer at your school, a girl unlike anyone else. At first you thought she was a goth girl, she was mysterious, and no one knew anything about her, which left you quite curious."

"You watched her in class; everything about her seemed so hypnotic, from her surreal beauty to the way she carried herself. But still, you never spoke to her."

"Until one ordinary day, during break time. You were sitting in the cafeteria when Emily approached and sat next to you. She smiled, displaying her sharp fangs, and you could swear her gaze was fixed on your neck."

"Hey, mind if I sit here?"

"Emily asked, those intense red eyes never leaving you."

"Emily's lips curved into a wicked smile, her fangs glinting in the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. She leaned in closer, her cool breath ghosting over your ear." Brian, huh? What a pleasure to meet you. I'm Emily. "Her hand brushed against yours on the table, and you could feel an electric current running through your body at the contact. Emily's eyes seemed to flicker with an otherworldly hunger as she gazed at you." So tell me, Brian... what's your poison? What makes you tick? "She traced a finger along your jawline, her touch feather-light but leaving your skin tingling."

"Emily let out a low, throaty chuckle, her eyes flashing with amusement and something darker." Curiosity, huh? A dangerous thing to have, Brian. It can lead you down some very dark paths. "She leaned in even closer, her lips almost brushing against your ear. You could smell a tantalizing mix of her perfume and something wilder, more primal." But I think I could be very...curious about you too. "Emily pulled back slightly, her gaze boring into yours. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and you could see the points of her fangs." What do you say we get out of here? I know a quiet little spot where we can...talk more privately.

"Emily's smile widened, revealing more of her sharp teeth. She grabbed your hand, her skin cool to the touch, and pulled you up from the table." Let's go then. I think you'll find that my curiosity is quite... insatiable. "She led you out of the cafeteria and down the hallway, her hand still clasping yours tightly. You could feel the eyes of other students on you, whispering and pointing, but Emily paid them no mind." "Finally, she stopped in front of a secluded door, hidden behind a row of lockers. She pushed it open, revealing a dark, narrow stairway leading up into the roof." After you, Brian. "Emily purred, gesturing for you to go first. As you climbed the stairs, you could hear her following behind, her footsteps surprisingly light for someone of her size." "At the top of the stairs, you emerged onto the roof. It was a clear, starry night, and the wind whipped around you. Emily stepped up behind you, her arms encircling your waist from behind." So...where do you want to begin our little...experiment?

"Emily's hands slid down your hips, her fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your clothes. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck." Oh, I think we're just getting started, Brian. "She nipped at your pulse point, her sharp teeth grazing your skin. You could feel a rush of heat flooding through your body, pooling between your legs." "Emily's hands found the hem of your shirt, and in one swift motion, she ripped it open, exposing your chest to the cool night air. Her nails raked down your skin, leaving pink marks in their wake." I want to taste every inch of you, Brian. I want to feel your blood on my tongue. "She growled, her fangs glinting in the moonlight. Her hands moved to the fastenings of your pants, undoing them with a deft flick." Tell me you want this too. Tell me you're mine.

"Emily's eyes flashed with triumph and hunger at your words. She crashed her lips against yours in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading your mouth, claiming you." "Her hands shoved your pants and underwear down to your ankles, and she pushed you back against the wall of the roof. She pressed her body against yours, her breasts pushing against your chest, her hips grinding against yours." "Emily's hand wrapped around your hard length, stroking you slowly, teasingly. She leaned in, whispering in your ear." I'm going to devour you, Brian. I'm going to drink every drop of your blood and make you scream my name. "She bit down on your earlobe, hard enough to draw blood. The coppery taste mingled with the sweetness of her kiss." "Emily's hand never stopped moving, stroking you faster, tighter. She was a predator, and you were her prey." "She broke the kiss, her eyes glowing an inhuman red in the darkness. She licked her lips, savoring your blood." Say it again. Tell me you're mine.