HH Chapter 2 18+

Charles rubs his eyes and shifts to a more comfortable position, trying to shake the grogginess out of his mind.

The world is still blurred and the light is rather dim; he can't exactly tell where he is. Everything seems to be pitch black, so dark in fact that he cannot see his hands right in front of his face.

Charles instinctively reaches out and notices the tight confines of the container he is in, and he begins to panic. It takes him a moment to realize he's in a coffin but as soon as it dawns on him he starts to yell as loudly as possible.

"Help me! Somebody, help...me!"

Being confined in a coffin, potentially under the ground was one of his worst fears. He pounds on the wooden lid with all of his might. But, it doesn't budge.

"Help! Help me!" He cries out again, tears sliding down his cheeks.

He pounds on the wooden lid of the coffin once again, desperately attempting to force it open but to no avail. His breaths start coming out as rapid, shallow gasps as his fear of being confined and trapped grows.

He tries shaking the coffin, moving the lid around in an attempt to wriggle out from the tight confines. But the coffin is tight and the lid won't budge; and the air in the coffin is beginning to feel thicker.

His mind races with thoughts of the grave, and the reality that he might just end up trapped in it. He tries slamming his body against the walls of the coffin, hoping that will loosen the lid but to no avail.

He yells and yells, but the walls are too thick to hear any noise from outside. He sits back and tries to calm down, to gather his nerves and think of a way out. But as his lungs begin to burn, and the panic from the coffin sets in, he finds it harder to breathe and to think of a way out.

Just before he loses all hope he hears movement outside of the coffin. Something scraping at the wooden lid. Now he is unsure weather to make a sound or not.

His heart beats rapid with dread as he hears the movement outside, but the possibility of escape keeps him from remaining silent for long. At first it is quiet and frantic whimpers, but these soon turn into panicked calls for help from him.

"Anyone! Help...please...I'm stuck in here!" his yells are desperate and fear filled as he bangs against the sides and lid of the coffin, his hands beginning to blister as the lack of space and air makes his movements harder and more restricted.

Then he hears the melodic voice of the vampire call out to him from the other side of the lid.

"Charles? Are you awake?"

He recognizes the voice, it's the woman who fed on him earlier. "Please!" his breath catches in his throat as he calls out to her.

"Please help me get out of here!" his voice is shaky and filled with fear.

The hope he felt upon recognizing the voice has been replaced with anxiety, as he can't understand why she's here or how he got into the coffin. His mind is whirling with uncertainty and confusion, as his adrenaline starts to wear off.

His hands have blister and are raw from hitting against the coffin, his throat raw from calling for help.

Then it dawns on him. The terrifying thought that had been crawling its way out of his subconscious mind.

"Am I….a vampire?"

This thought sends another wave of panic through Charles, the realization dawning on him now. If she is a vampire, and he is her victim, then yes, it's very possible that he is a vampire.

His body trembles at the thought, the blood running cold through his veins as uncertainty and fear and confusion fill his whole being. He is trying not to freak out, but he can feel the panic growing and it's getting harder by the minute to keep calm.

He reaches inside his mouth to feel for fangs but instead feels his normal incisors.

"What? Have I not changed yet?"

Another moment of hope as he realizes that he doesn't have fangs; relief filling him but then turning into confusion and fear again as he wonders why. His heartbeat is racing once again as he remembers everything that just happened and all his thoughts and emotions come to a head as pure panic.

He's breathing rapidly and shallowly, his body trembling and shaking as he tries to figure out if he is or isn't a vampire. He's torn between fear and hope as he thinks back to all the things he could now do if he's a vampire, but the fear of being one is overwhelming.

The vampire rips open the lid and her glorious form comes into view. The silver light from the moon pours in and perfectly encases her face in its beautiful glow.

Charles' breathing becomes even more rapid and shallow as he sees the vampire, his heart racing and his body trembling. She is beautiful, the light of the moon illuminating her face and casting an ethereal glow.

Her hair is silvery grey while her eyes are red and mesmerizing. Her fangs peek out from behind her lips and her body is slender yet curved and seductive. Charles' emotions are running in overdrive and he can't think straight enough to speak. His breath catches in his throat as he stares at the vampire in awe and terror, the reality of the situation now sinking in.

The vampire studies him for a few brief seconds. Her face looks puzzled and confused. She lowers herself into the coffin and comes right up to his face. She sniffs his body and stares at him intently.

Charles watches as the vampire studies him with a confused expression on her face. He stares back in fear as their faces are only inches apart. She sniffs him and stares at him with intense focus and attention, her expression shifting from confusion to suspicion.

He stares back at her, his eyes following her every movement as he tries to control his breathing. A chill runs through his spine as he feels her fangs close to his neck, his blood running cold as his thoughts rush with the potential reality of the situation.

She pulls back to stare deeply into his eyes and then asks:

"Why do you smell so delicious?"

Charles is completely taken a back by her question. It was not what he was expecting at all.

His breath catches in his throat, heat flooding his body as he stares back at her. The question catches him off guard and he's stunned to silence as he takes it in. His mind is whirling and full of questions, but he can't seem to find the words.

She stares at him with intense focus and her question hangs in the air. "Why do you smell so delicious?" the words strike him like a blow and he's once again frozen in fear and trembling. He can't seem to think straight or come up with a fitting answer to give her.

Her tongue glides across his neck, her moans sending a shiver down his spine even as pleasure fills her own body. As the taste overwhelms her, he feels her fangs press lightly against his neck.

She presses them against the skin firmly enough to pierce but still lightly enough that his skin remains intact. A wave of heat and desire washes through him as the tip of her fang touches his skin, his muscles tensing with the pleasure and the fear.

She moans with her pleasure and her fangs press more firmly on his neck as a trickle of blood begins to slowly leak out. She licks it away, her tongue gliding over his skin as the blood becomes a thin ribbon dripping down.

The pleasure builds within him, his muscles tensing and shaking with desire as the pleasure fills him. She licks the blood with an almost obsessive need, the pleasure becoming almost too intense and overwhelming.

The wave of heat washes over him, his breath coming out in short gasps and moans, his mind filled only with the pleasure of the moment and her tongue against his neck.

She pulls away as her eyes glow brightly with the new blood pumping in her veins.

"I don't know how, but you're still human. I need it. I need your blood Charlie." She whispered, her voice full of desire.

"N-no please," he pleads, the fear and the pleasure overwhelming his mind. "Please don't, please don't take more blood." His voice is shaky and his eyes dart around frantically even as the pleasure fills him, he is torn between wanting more and knowing that he definitely can't take it.

His words are a mixture of fear and desperate pleading, but the pleasure and the need for it fills his mind so deeply at the moment he's not sure if he's even thinking clearly.

She leans in and kisses his neck and then whispers directly into his ear.

"Are you pleading with me? Do you need your blood that badly?"

Charles nods his head nervously and his hands brace themselves on either side of the coffin. He's ready for her to make a move and end his life.

His eyes grow wide and he nods frantically in agreement, the pleasure and desire filling him even more as her hot breathe dances across his neck. He tries to stay calm but his body just isn't listening as he gets lost in the thrill of it all.

The pleasure and the fear have created this strange paradox in his brain, where he's terrified and trying to stay safe but at the same time wanting to feel her tongue again and again on his neck. His eyes dart to see if there's anything in the coffin he could use to defend himself or escape if needed.

She starts to chuckle, then it grows into a hearty laugh.

The sudden burst of laughter catches Charles off guard, and he freezes in fear as he tries to figure out what's going on. His mind is reeling with emotion and confusion. What did he do to make her laugh?

"You're such a pitiful creature. Look at you, bracing yourself and twitching nervously. I kind of like it in a way, but I can't feed with you whimpering and pleading with me. Look away while I feed, stop staring!" She said, pushing his head to the side.

She tried desperately to hide the smirk on her face and breathed deeply as she calmed herself down.

Charles does as he's told, his body shaking and his heart beating rapidly. He closes his eyes and tries his best not to shake or make a sound, as the fear and the tension fill his every thought. He tries to picture himself in a more serene and calm place, but the hunger of her fangs and her voice fills his mind with a mixture of pleasure and desire and guilt.

So many thoughts running wild and he is unable to control himself. His mind is spinning and his blood rushes hot through his veins, he can feel his heart pounding heavily in his chest as he struggles to stay quiet.

"Now, stay still and relax. It will only hurt for a moment. Then you will feel an intoxicating pleasure spread inside of you." She enticed him, turning him on with her husky seductive voice.

He tries his best to follow her advice, trying his best to relax but he's shaking and his muscles are quivering as she draws closer.

He is torn between pleasure and fear, his body wanting to stay away and his mind desperate for more. As she bites him, he lets out a small moan of pleasure as the pain is very minimal, but soon replaced fully by the intoxicating pleasure that fills his body.

He feels his breath catch in his throat, his hips moving slightly forward. It's almost unbearable how deep the pleasure takes root in him, overwhelming his whole body and mind.

He lets out small moan after moan of pure and blissful pleasure while his mind is filled only with the ecstasy he feels. She can feel his body trembling and shaking as she sucks his blood in long, drawn out movements.

She moans as well, almost in rhythm with his, her fangs pressed deep and her tongue licking away the flow. She feels every movement he makes as his hips push forward towards her, his every moan filling her with pleasure and arousal.

The connection between them has turned the feeding into a very intimate, heated, and almost sexual thing.

As they continue their passionate embrace, he can no longer control himself. His hands move down to caress her curves, exploring every inch of her soft skin. Her nails dig into his shoulders lightly, sending shivers through his entire being.

He kisses her neck softly, running his lips along her skin as he explores her curves. She presses herself against him harder, feeling his warm breath against her flesh. She groans at the touch of his fingers, arching her back and pressing herself up against him.

He holds her close, wrapping his arms around her waist as he continues kissing her neck, his hands roaming over her chest and stomach. She arches her back and closes her eyes, moaning softly as he touches her curves.

As he continues to touch her soft skin, her breathing becomes heavier and her moans louder. He can feel the heat rising from her body as he runs his hands through her hair, holding her close to him. She moans again, her eyes closed and her body trembling with pleasure.

Their bodies are pressed tightly together, and he can hear her heart beating rapidly as he runs his hands over her curves. She gasps loudly when his mouth reaches her neck, biting down gently on her skin. A low growl escapes her throat as she pushes herself closer to him.

She grips his hand tight, pushing him onto her bed, and begins to kiss him passionately, sucking on his tongue as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. He groaned, letting out a loud gasp as she does so.

"Oh god!"

He begins to move faster, his hands running down her body as he enters her deeply, his hands grasping her waist tightly. She moans loudly, her hands running through his hair as he continues to move. Her legs wrap tighter around his waist, her hips pressing against his thrusts.

"Yes! Fuck yes baby!" The vampire shouts in pleasure, her hair covering part of her face as she flings her head back in pleasure.

He groans loudly, his voice hoarse from their passionate kisses. He grabs her thighs firmly, squeezing them in rhythm with his movements. He pulls away briefly, looking deep into her eyes as he moves faster once more.

He can't believe he is being ridden by an ethereal beauty like her. Her crimson eyes glowed brightly against the dark background of the dirt and night sky. Her glistening skin covered in small beads of sweat, accentuating her curves.

She moans loudly, her eyes wide with pleasure. Her hands run through his hair once more, her nails digging into his scalp tightly as he continues to move. Her breathing becomes heavy, her chest heaving as she pants for air. He can feel her muscles tightening around him, his own body beginning to shudder with pleasure.

They both moan loudly at this point, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. His fingers dig into her thighs even harder as he begins to pound her relentlessly. She cries out in ecstasy, her body shaking violently beneath him.

"Muh! Fuck yes! Fill me up Charlie dear! I know you're close!" She moaned, biting her lower lip.

The sounds of flesh slapping together filled the coffin, echoing off the walls as they continue to make love. He can feel himself nearing climax, but he wants to hold back for just a little bit longer. He grunts loudly, gripping her tightly as he pounds her mercilessly.

"So gooood!" He groans as he desperately holds back his release.

"Don't you be stubborn with me! Give your cum baby! Now! FILL ME!!!" She screamed with pleasure, pounding her tight pussy around his shaft and milking it for every drop it's worth.

She screams loudly as he releases himself inside her, the sounds filling the room. She clings tightly to him, her body shuddering with pleasure. He holds her tightly, his heart pounding in his chest. He can't remember ever feeling so alive before.

She flings her head back and gasps for air as the last of his seed shoots deeply into her womb.

Their screams of pleasure echo deep into the night.