Accustomed to the Dark

by Melissa Treglia

Darkness surrounds me. But I am not afraid; I'm used to it. I am alone, and yet not alone. I sense his presence behind me. I can feel his hands gripping my arms in a viselike hold. He spins me around to face him and, in a sudden blur of motion, has me pinned to the ground. I struggle, to no avail. I am no match for him. I try to push him away, but he doesn't budge. He rips off my blouse and skirt. After a split second, my bra and panties are gone too. He lets me go briefly, to rid himself of his clothing. I try to move away, but I am pinned beneath him. I feel him against me. I continue to struggle, but again I fail to move him. The brute force of his actions frightens me, and yet excites me. I continue to struggle out of pride. I feel his long hard cock moving inside me. My fright is gradually replaced by desire. I am far too weak to resist him now. A part of me doesn't want to resist. I feel his fangs pierce my neck in a vampire's love bite, as his seed spills into me. In the throes of passion, I cry out his name. Nick.

*Fin*