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Gothica 1: Hot Date With A Vampire

Let's say you're a guy. And since this is a furry story and we need to give you a species, let's say you're an otter; partly because otters are friendly, sensuous, playful sorts for the most part who're enthusiastic about trying new things, especially if they believe it'll be fun... but mostly because I just like otters. And you consider yourself a lucky otter because you have a new friend. She's a bat, her name is Dominica and she's very pretty! She has dark fur, with pale blue streaks on her wings and a blue throat. She's wearing sparkly, silver ear studs and a clingy, red, silk dress. You can tell by the way she walks and moves that she lives even more in her body than you do! (And for an otter, that's saying something!) She's a just little chubby and very strong and she obviously likes you a lot! So when she asked you to come to her lair for some playtime and she'd show you something profound, the choice was obvious.

She flew you up to her lair, which was incredible! You've never seen things from high up before and it's all so beautiful! Her lair is arranged on two levels, you found. The ceiling has a perch for hanging asleep from with inverted dressers and such around it. The floor is furnished for sexual adventures, with an entire rack of vibrators just for starters! But she never touched them tonight; she's made the fullest use of you instead!

She's been a very demanding lover so far. The sun was setting as she slipped out of her dress and tore your clothes apart in her haste. (Oh well, you've gone home in your fur before.) The sky is getting light now and although she's let honey drip from her loins enough to fill the air with it's scent, you have yet to give her cream from your staff to go with it! And it's not for want of trying. At one point, your staff was spreading her tail hole, your tail was plumbing the depths of her well of desire, (and what a deep well her desire springs from!) your hands were kneading both of her breasts and your tongue was stroking hers. It took all your concentration just to keep everything organized! But after soaking your lap with her honey three times in a row, she finally drew away and turned the both of you over.

"Enough!" she declared. "My lust is finally slaked. Now, my otter, receive the reward you're worked so hard to earn."

She must have been with otters before, for she started by giving you the affection you crave. She lay beside you, cuddled with you and stroked your body. (Just as well, you needed a rest after a night of athletics!) Her touch was gentle and sure and her smile told you that she enjoyed caressing you as much as you enjoyed her caresses. She petted you as well, until your staff emerged from it's slit.

And then she bathed your staff; insisted on doing it herself, so that she could touch you more. She put a pillow under your head so that you could watch her do it. She even used a sponge swab to wash the little, intimate place inside your slit around your staff. When she'd done, she sanitized your skin with manx whiskey. (And can you blame her? It had been inside her tail hole!) And then she anointed you with oil. She took two vials from a little chest; one you recognized as olive oil from it's yellow colour. The other was a deep, red-brown; cinnamon oil, she told you, although you knew the sweet, spicy scent as soon as she unstopped it. She put just a few drops of cinnamon oil into the olive oil and spread a little on your lower lip.

"Don't lick," she said, "just tell me if it feels too hot."

She kept adding more cinnamon until it was just a little bit too hot. Then she poured it into your slit, since your staff had gone down for a rest.

The effect was immediate and strong! It wasn't painful or itchy, just hot, and it made you moan as your staff grew right away to it's fullest height. It's been that way ever since; she licks the oil off, then anoints you again and again as she massages your jewels to keep them from hurting. But you've taken all you can stand, you want so badly to cum!

"Gothica, please," you whimper.

She smiles at you and licks your tip.

"Are you ready?"

"Please!"

"Here we go, then."

She's taking you staff into her mouth; just your tip at first, then slowly she takes the shaft inside, a bit at a time... What's she doing? She's swallowing you whole! She spreads her jaws wide and turns her head to take as much of your shaft into her throat as she can, licks at what she can't get in. And still she tries to swallow! Her gullet ripples over your shaft. She takes your hands in hers, makes you arch your back...

You're screaming. Your cum flows in wave after wave, right down her throat. But the orgasm is still building, your cum flowing hot and fast. You realize it's her; she's pulled you out of her throat and she's sucking, pulling more and more cum out of you. You grip her hands, pull her towards you. You can't help screaming. Tears start in your eyes. It hasn't been this intense since the very first time you came; its almost like dying!

And then, at last, it's over. The flow of cream subsides and she sucks out the last of it, licks off all the cinnamon oil and swallows the lot. She kisses your sack as your staff retreats. But it seems she's not through with you yet. She nuzzles your sack and the jewels within it, the fold between your mound and your leg, up and down your thigh. And she's not letting go of your hands.

"Dominica?"

"This is the profound part I told you about."

"I'm so tired!"

"I know, and this will hurt a little at first. Be brave, my otter, and bear the pain. What you feel next will last forever!"

She nuzzles your inner thigh some more until she finds a spot on it; heavens only knows what it is. But you feel a pricking there, a pinching, a slow, sharp pain. She's biting you, slowly, so it doesn't hurt too much. It seems to take forever; how long are her fangs? But finally she reaches the depth she needs. The pain subsides, though it doesn't go away, just gets achy instead of sharp. Whatever this bite is supposed to do, it's just making you sleepy. So sleepy! And then you start to feel woozy and kind of sick, and weak...

Then it finally hits you; she's a vampire bat, but they only slit your skin and lick up some blood. But there's one horrible possibility...

"Dominica? Are you... I know you're a vampire bat, but are you... undead?"

She doesn't reply.

"Dominica, are you killing me?"

"Just relax," she murmurs, "I promise it'll be sweet."

"No, please, I don't want to die..."

Now you try to struggle, to throw her off. But you've lost an awful lot of blood already. You're too weak and she's much too strong. You want to resist, maybe writhe your way free. You find that you don't remember how; it's her, you realize, clouding your mind. She lets go of your hands; you're so weak now that you can hardly lift them. You feel tears flowing into your fur; you cry unashamedly, it's all you have left to do.

And now everything's starting to go grey. It's hard to think, hard to stay awake. She pulls her fangs out of your femoral artery and lies over you. She's smiling down at you; a liar, a predator, an angel of death, and yet she really likes you. She pets your throat.

"I'm scared, I'm so cold. Please, I don't want to die!"

"But given that you are going to die, can you think of a nicer way?" She sits over your mound, although your staff is limp within it. "You have one last thing to give me, my otter, before you leave this world."

"Dominica, I'm scared!"

"You won't be alone. It will all be over soon."

And now she's kissing you again. You feel her tongue in your mouth, caressing yours, exploring your throat. It's hard to breath with her kissing you this way. Yet you feel your staff begin to rise again, right between her petals. (You have so little blood left, how can your body spend it on an erection?) And now you can't breath! It's Dominica, she's blocking your nose with her thumb. Why? Why suffocate you? She only has to suck you dry! But as your need to breath gets worse, you feel what she wants rising in your loins. She's sucking now, stealing your last breath from your lungs. You tremble; something in you is passing a point of no return. And you're cumming, hard and hot. And it is sweet, even as your heart stops forever. But somewhere very far away, you hear her speaking clearly.

"Now your life is mine, my otter. It is all I want, so may your soul be blessed. Move towards the light, little lover..."..."

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