Some folks go for the bubbly innocence of sweet young girls. However, some of us love the truly twisted and sexy look of the types of babes you find on Christiana Dark. They may not be very old, but they are definitely not so innocent. The following story tells the dark tale of a vampiress on the hunt for sexual prey…

I am an advocate of the vampire and Goth fetish.

In a word of red-lipped, pale-faced, fuck-me-boot-wearing women, I fit right in. Unlike the rest of them, the pale skin and black hair is natural, because I’m a vampire.

The corset is comfortable and the boots make me feel powerful and sexy. It’s easy enough to paint my lips blood red and line my eyes with heavy black liner. My fangs look perfectly normal now.

The fetish club is dark.

Some people dance, some drink and others are bound and on public display for their Masters. I need a submissive tonight, someone I can bind and whip, until the blood beats hard and fast beneath their skin and they are begging for release.

I look among the dancers and find my prey. He is wearing a net shirt and leather pants. One look into his mind tells me he is a born victim. When I clap the collar around his neck, he bows his head and with a smile, I lead him to a private room.

His muscles tremble as I tear his shirt off and bind him. I squeeze his cock beneath his pants and smile. He is exactly where he wants to be. I pinch his nipple as I kiss him, the waxy taste of his lipstick fuelling my arousal. I pull out the lash, whipping until he is writhing, his skin red and his blood pumping.

I needed more.

I jerk his pants off, lick his ass and slide the plug between his cheeks. He pleaded for release now and with my advanced strength, I grab the beam above us, lift myself and slid onto his cock. As he comes, I slide my fangs onto his neck throbbing with the pulsing of his life force. It is so tempting to take a bite. However, this mortal won’t be joining the immortal ranks, thanks to my powerful self-control.