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“So, how do I look?"

Nick started to look up at the sound of Skye's voice. His eyes started downcast, bent over the package in front of him. He was carefully unwrapping the last piece to his own costume, a smoothed wooden stake. He eyed, briefly, the grains of the wood before he slid a hand over the vest he wore and tucked the stake through a fitted hole in the strap that ran diagonally over his chest. The wood fit perfectly, snug in the leather slot while the human gently tugged the leather vest, smoothing it out and adjusting one of the thick buckles before his hands rose to the collar of the long duster he'd fitted over both arms, tugging the collar up to his neck and touching one finger to the cross hanging down into the vest's front.

“Come on! I said how to *I* look, not how you look! You look great!"

Then, he looked up to the demanding red panda, only to freeze and lift his eyes slower and slower. They raised up, seeing the soft suede of boots rounded over the girl's toes and lifting them up on the platform slightly. The soft material rose up, hinting at a high, pointed heel in the back before rising up the length of her calves. The suede hugged her slender legs, hiding the fur from view beneath the smooth finish, a small button on the back of her leg and marking each inch with another subtle dot. Just past her knees, the boots finished with a faint cuff and began to show the start of wide patterned fishnets beginning. The rich, coppery red of her fur showed through each triangular hole up her thighs where the widening of her hips began to form the familiar hourglass curve of her body as Nick's eyes drank in up to her thighs. The fishnets drew lines over the deep brown fur until suddenly, the frilled ruffles of a hem broke their journey.

Nick blinked, taking in the entirety of her skirt at once. A satin red sheen glinted off the fabric around her waist, flared out into a skirt enforced with ruffling and lace beneath so it bounced off her thighs, high up. Then, in the front, a paneled section of black mimed the silhouette of her torso to connect into the black bodice that hugged the girl's stomach snug and slim. The bodice led up into the cups of the corseted top, hefting up Skye's heavy breasts into the satin red shapes, giving a deep view of her cleavage before Nick's eyes turned, averted down the length of her arms which raised out in a “look at me"- gesture. A tight, thin sleeve of black rose above her elbow and ran down the length of her arm before flaring into a dangling sleeve, decorated with a wispy, spider web - like design. Her nails, the long tips peeking up from beneath the long sleeves, showed a deep blood red black shade painted over them.

Then, finally, Nick's eyes dove back up the length of her arms to the sight of her soft, downy breasts before he sat the glitter of gems laid into the bedding of her cleavage with a necklace that led him right up to her throat. Then, at last, he saw her face. Two, huge rounded eyes stared out at him, the lashes exaggerated into thick, seductive curtains from which she peered out while her hair, loosely curled and wild, cascaded down around her face. Lastly, poking out from her ruby red lips, was the faint point of twin fangs, each dotted once with blood that dripped down, neatly, onto her chin.

As he met her eyes, Skye curled her lips into a slow smile, “So, how do I look?"

Nick grinned, stepping forward with his hand reaching out for her side, “You. Look. Amazing."

But, before he could move in closer, the girl danced away from him with a flick of her thick, lush tail that waved away the hand he'd reached out. “Nuh uh uh. I don't trust you, hunter." Her eyes again met his, this time with a mischievous twinkle catching the light.

Nick smirked, raising one brow in a questioning stare. “Oh really now? You don't trust me, vampiress?"

She pouted her lips, showing him their fullness before a little shake of her head jostled her lifted, perky cleavage. Nick gulped, eyeing his way back down the outfit before she smacked her lips. “I can't trust a man with a weapon." Her finger jabbed forward at his stake before she skirted towards the door, collecting the car keys and tossing them over one shoulder into Nick's waiting palm. “Besides, we have a gala to attend to!"

As she led the way out the door, kicking it open with one heel before she started to trek down the stairs. From behind, Nick watched how every step made the skirt flutter up, showing just another bare inch of her thighs hugged into the garter belt before the veil would lower again. He found himself eyeing her butt, made rounder beneath the full skirt, but hiding away it's natural shape so that he could only imagine it there. Plus, the heels! The heels lifted everything up, toning her legs so that he couldn't stop running his gaze over where the boots melded up into the scandalous fishnets. At the end of the stairwell, excitedly, the girl leapt past the final step, sending just enough air to lift up the skirt momentarily, but for Nick, the second seemed to slow.

The skirt fluttered up, flashing lace and ruffles before the girl's thighs appeared. Her fishnets continued up, but now, with the skirt just enough out of the way, Nick caught a glimpse of where the fishnets ended in a raw top and hooked into metal clasps of a garter belt, the strap disappearing up around the faintest curvature of the girl's bare ass before the skirt fell back into place all too soon.

Even as she trotted innocently to the car, no more motion-enacted winds tempting him, Nick couldn't stop picturing what hid underneath the skirt. He pictured the fishnets rising up to where the dainty garters clipped in. He imagined the garter had a small red box above the glasp, matching her thick, juicy lips and the tight bodice of the dress. The straps rose up to the belted piece, curved over the mound of her pussy, covered with something silken and red-

“Nick? You driving?" Skye demanded, looking at him with one hand plopped onto her hip and an impatient curl in her lips. “You're zoning already? The night just began! Wake up!"

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I'll drive." He mumbled, plodding to the correct side of the car. “And I'm awake. Don't worry. Just got distracted."

“Oh?" Even as he put the key into the ignition, looking down towards the car's steering wheel and not over at the red panda as she settled into her seat, he could hear the fluttering of her eyelashes in her voice. “Whatever could have distracted you?"

Nick glanced over, seeing the way her face tipped up to him so innocently with the faintest ghost of a pink blush visible beneath her fur where it just glowed out. Gently, he stroked along her jawline before his hands locked onto the steering wheel in order to maneuver out of the parking space and onto the street where night was blanketing over the time. Not just any night, but Halloween night when no matter the time the moon seemed to be fat and extra bright and the stars seemed to meld into a perfect glittering backdrop. His eyes drank in the atmosphere of the night, a night where the shy girl down the hall shimmied into a snug nurse's costume and marched down the block to where she stood now, offering a syringe to a man dressed as a cowboy, but who Nick knew worked as a surgeon on any other day of the year. A night where the fanboys (and girls) from Gamestop all seemed to suddenly have an adventure to go on, a character to melt into, and plenty of company. It certainly held a magic in it, a special kind of confidence unlike other nights of the year.

“What are you thinking about?" Skye probed, leaning over the center console so that her fingers could wrap around Nick's bicep in a hug and her cheek leaned into his shoulder. The warmth of her sent a fresh tingle of interest down his spine before he glanced over, stealing a peek of how her skirt rode high on her thighs sitting down, revealing the clasp of the garter belt, indeed with a red bow perched over each in addition to a ruffled accent pinned beneath it onto the thick strap. One hand snuck off the wheel, leaving its twin to guide the car down the highway towards the party they were due at later that night, and slowly rubbed over her knee.

In response, out came a near purr-like sigh from the vampire who's tongue reached out, tracing over the curve of Nick's ear until shivers shot down his spine. “Mmm... tempting a vampire now are we?" Her fingers snuck over his leg, rubbing over the dark jeans that fit over his thighs. Her breath washed against his neck, tickling over the skin with the dancing warmth. Consequently, his fingers retaliated and nudged against the edge of her skirt. He felt the lace on the back of his knuckles while his hand snuck up beneath the hem, riding it up higher on her legs so he could see the bottom of her panties where the faintest curve of her sex showed hugged in tight fitting silk panties.

“Perhaps. Why? You going to bite me, missy?"

“Mmm... it does seem like you have something rather tasty hidden from me..." Skye purred into his ear, this time riding up higher in her seat so she could sit further over the console before her hand pressed down and groped over the shape of his bulge trapped inside the dusty jeans he wore. Instantly, he twitched beneath the denim, feeling the heat and pressure of her groping fingers.

“I might want a taste of it.... Just a little lick?" She crooned for him, nuzzling into his throat while Nick's eyes threatened to roll back with the sudden rush of teasing. He fixed the gaze forward, watching the white line on the road, guiding himself with it in the darkening of falling night even while stars seemed to blossom in the edges of his gaze from her massaging fingers. over the fabric, she was rubbing and groping him, using her fingers to squeeze and the heel of her hand for a constantly, unwavering rub that worked him over even with the barrier of the pants between them.

“Can I steal a taste, love? Would you mind if I took a lick? Ran my hot tongue.... from base-" Her tongue flicked out, gently dotting to the lower lobe of his ear and then tracing, painfully slow up the edge to the tip. “To the tippity top? Just to see the flavor of it all? Could I fit it in my mouth? Swirl my tongue around you? Slurping? Swallowing around you? Getting a taste?" As she spoke, she guided his hand up away from her leg until she held it between both of hers and her lips found his pointer finger. He felt the faint pressure of her lips on the tip, kissing once before they parted and spread down over the tip of his finger and began to suckle.

The dramatic miming of it around his finger, coupled with the heat of her there on him, letting him image how hot she'd feel around something else other than the finger had Nick clutching the wheel tight enough his knuckled paled. His hips bucked gently up, impatient and needy.

“You want that, hunter?"

“Y-yes."

“Mmmm.... gooood....." She rolled the words out so slow, like they were a carpet she'd unraveled for herself to stroll over, but then, she said nothing else. Instead, her fingers found his zipper and with quick, expert motions tugged it down and popped the button apart from it's tight-fitting hole in the jeans. They shucked open, parting easily for her and releasing him up to bob in the air, feeling chills from the sudden exposure.

Her fingertips grazed along the length, just tempting the skin to tingle and buzz with life before they wrapped around him entirely. He felt the warmth and downy softness of her fur hugging every inch, every side before her hand pushed down to nestle on the base leaving the tip jutting out from above where her tongue found it. The hot tip of her tongue, so wet and warm, circle once over the head of his cock before Nick groaned out into the car. His foot stammered on the gas, giving them a sudden jolt of speed before they steadied again and he whimpered down to the girl, but the vampiress had found her prey.

Her lips parted, welcoming the first inch of his tip into the hot, squeezing confines of her mouth while the tip of her tongue drew designs over the sensitive skin. She found the ridge of the head, licking along it's shape before flicking and rubbing the faintly texture surface of her tongue over his head, finding the most sensitive patch of the glistening to attack with her flickering, unwavering tongue until Nick's hand instinctively jumped to her head, pushing needily.

His need only signaled for her to shift. Her lips pulled back, suddenly letting the pressure fizzle out enough that Nick breathed out a sigh instead of an orgasm, and had to watch while her tongue unraveled completely to find the side of his cock, licking down to the entire base. The expert tongue ran up and down the sides of his cock, sending shivers up and down the length of his spine until again he twitched and jumped under the touch. The, she pulled back again. Her soft, supple fingers began to rub over his length and massaged and rubbed over his flesh. She squeezed and worked him over with a fast, hard handjob until precum began to leak from the tip, smearing down into her palm and rubbing into the fur so it tickled him even more, a mixture of the damp pieces and the drew adding new texture to every stroke of her hugging fist.

Then, suddenly, her hand disappeared and down came her mouth. Tightening and sucking hard on him she started to bob her head in the same fast motion as her fingers, but now with the addes wetness, the added heat of her. Nick gasped. He clutched the steering wheel with both hands and locked his eyes forward, even though all he saw in his mind was Skye's hair spilling over his lap and the sight of her stockinged legs spilling out into the rest of her seat. he saw her ass peeking out from the short vampire-costume dress. he saw the garter she wore, the panties he'd peel down later. He saw what hid beneath them, wet and needy after teasing him so. He saw her lips wrapped around him and sucking so hard.

In real life though, he suddenly saw their exit which quickly melded into their turn until the sight of other guests streaming towards a location, finding parking spots, and adjusting their costumes before trotting into the party began to fill his vision. the sudden burst that they'd be caught sent a chill up his spine, equally hot as it was terrifying.

“Skye- uh- Skye we're here." Nick urged, suddenly feeling her lips meet his base and her entire mouth massaging around him with the tip ducking into her throat that contracted with quick, purposeful swallowing.

“S-skye, we'll be late."

“S-skye-" His final complaint died in his throat as he reached his threshold. With one hand abandoning the wheel and finding the meaty flesh of her ass with a hard squeeze, Nick unleashed a thick stream of cum into the girl's throat. It painted down, right into the swallow already happening before she eased back, letting him twitch out onto her tongue where the salty flavor filled her mouth and pooled into the dip of her swirling, teasing tongue until he'd finished and she swallowed once dramatically.

“G-god. Skye..." Nick panted, feeling her gentle lips kissing and licking off the residue before she tucked him neatly back into the costume dirtied jeans. “We're going to be fashionably late now."

“Well we'd better go then!" She shot back, winking before she pushed open the car door and headed towards the house, purposefully jumping with each step so that her ass winked out at him with its fluttering, dancing hem. Nick sucked in one more calming breath of air, still feeling the phantom sensation of her tight lips on him. The haze of orgasm still hung over him, making everything feel hot and distant until the cool air outside hit his face, refreshing him with a gust of Halloween's biting cool air.

Down the sidewalk, he watched Skye above bathed in the pale moonlight with her costume perfectly disheveled that he imagined her a vampiress on the prowl, beautiful but too preoccupied for perfection.

Then, crossing into the house, hand in hand, the vampire and her hunter smiled at their party's host and handed over the platter of gummy body parts with twinkling smiles. “Hey! I'm so glad you two could make it!" The hyena chirped before slapping Nick's shoulder in greeting and waving them into the festivities that had already begun.

“You missed a little, get lost or something?"

Skye grinned, flashing Nick the briefest of glances to show the fangs in her mouth that now dripped with a glistening droplet of her red costume blood and a thick glob of his pearlescent cum. “Oh no. I just had to have a bite to eat!"

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“Hey, Skye-"

Skye glanced over to Nick across the snack table only to see he had fit a pair of fangs into his mouth just like hers, though his were still pearly white, without the dotting of blood that marred her tips. She raised one brow, curious to what he was thinking.

“I'm assuming what happened in the car, your bite, would have turned me, Miss Vampiress." Nick teased, sidling over to her side of the table until the side of his hand grazed along the fishnet pattern of her thighs and he could feel her satin-y fur puffing out between the shapes. He stroked lightly up her thigh, kissing to the hem of her flared skirt before shifting the hand back away and meeting her eyes.

“You are so sassy tonight." Skye said with a laugh, sliding her hand down his chest as she leaned in close, nibbling at his neck with the fitted, special effects fangs before her tongue flicked out for one, sneaky lick up his smooth skin. She purred out a long sigh before dancing away from him back into the fray of the party, “Come now, there's dancing to be done!"

Dragged onto the dance floor, Nick found himself pressed behind Skye's body as she writhed and grinded to the thumping of the beat. Her hips rocked back into him with every beat of bass, rubbing herself until the skirt hiked up and the bare heat of her rump pressed to the front of his pants.

Nick's hands slide down her front, pressing to the flat surface of her stomach in the corset before sliding his hand to her hip to push her grinding rump back into him harder. He felt the excitement in her motion, the little jerky motions that drove the bulge of his cock hidden in his pants up against the red panda precisely, using him for herself. “Mmm.... careful there.. Don't tease me."

Skye peeked back at him, her eyes glancing over her shoulder at him. “Why not?" She asked softly, lashes fluttered once before her lips curled into a challenging pout. The sight of her there, with her hair spilling all wild around her face and her playful lips showing those pointed fangs white against the backdrop of her bright, red accents. Then, past her, the party still swarmed around them. Blood red jello shots were swapped between giggling collections of slutty devils and angels, candy corn was being thrown across the room to hoots of “Catch it! Catch it!" while a German Shepherd dueled against an alligator over who'd catch the treat first, and the dance floor swelled with bodies of varying sizes and decorations. No one seemed to be paying any attention to the red panda and human duo tucked back on the fringe of the dance floor.

Nick's fingers dipped further down the girl's front, sliding up beneath the folds of her skirt He felt her shiver back against him, not expecting this new distance. He felt the way the tremor rushed down her spine, exhilarated with this public stroke down the silken front of her panties. His thumb rubbed up to the faint nub of her clit hidden underneath the material. Her head tipped back, settling into the crook of his shoulder so that her breath washed out against his neck while his fingers snuck back, curling from behind her where the skirt and their closeness hide his hand from view.

His fingertips pressed into the soft flesh of her rump, kneading and pulling her back into him harder so she felt the bulge of his shaft, still trapped within his pants, rubbing up between the rounded cheeks of her ass. Then, the hand crept down around her body. She felt his fingertips pressing and trekking carefully over the mound of her sex, starting to rub over the entirety of her sex. He teased at the edge of the panties, lifting them up and then letting the fabric settle back into place, again and again. Her body quivered and her lips found his neck gently, nipping and pressing her kisses into his skin. “Want a taste there, newbie?" She murmured, gently tugging onto his vest. “I think... we could sneak off, everyone is pretty occupied..."

For a second, Nick hesitated, but then his hand was tugging on the red panda's hips and urging her out of the main room of the party. They stumbled down the hallway together, intersecting with sudden, hot kisses before they burst into an open room together to find a bed, neatly made. Nick pushed the red panda up onto the bed, hefting up her hips as he settled down on his knees at the edge of the bed. The skirt spilled up around her hips where the lace tickled her through the bodice while his lips found the satin of her panties. Soft, wet kisses traced down the length of her slit before his fingers hooked into the panties and peeled them down her thighs so that the he could see the blushing pink folds of her sex.

She writhed on the bed, wriggling her hips in anticipation. Her breath was hitching in her throat, coming out in bursts pops of air until Nick's tongue pressed up the length of her slit. A moan bloomed out quickly as the sudden heat of him licking up to her clit where he zoomed in.

The very tip of his tongue started flicking harder to the nub of her clit. His lips locked over her, letting his tongue start to beat repeatedly over the little nub. Skye whimpered, gasping into the air as her hips bucked and ground up to his face. Her fingers clutched around the sheets of the bed, tugging them up harder. Her thighs pressed up, squeezing around the human's face so that her fur muffled over his ears and muted her own cries, but even still his tongue didn't stop. It didn't falter. Her body bucked. Her back arched, thrusting her hips against him as two fingers pushed into the clenching, wet entrance of her sex just as it started to clench madly.

“Ah! Ah!" Skye barked into the air, clutching on Nick's hair before she seemed to freeze. Her noises caught in her throat and froze as all the tension in her body tightened onto the sensation in her sex. The tension built, stacking up before suddenly, it all released.

Nick felt her clamp down on his fingers, tight enough he swore they'd never escape from her clutching sex while a sudden spurt of juices escaped, washing down over his chin and wrist as her voice bloomed into the air, full and loud.

For a second, her cry of ecstasy only added to the moment, letting her orgasm fill the room around them, but then, Nick remembered this wasn't their home.

“Shh... Shh Skye... Party remember?" He urged, moving up to kiss her, muffling the escaping whines until she'd finished completely and only mumbled at him, snuggling into his chest like an oversized kitten.

Rap. Rap. Rap.

Their gaze shot to the door, listening to the faint echo of the knocks repeating. “Hey, guys? If you're still hungry after your bite on the way here... there's food in the kitchen...but I'd prefer no feeding in the bedroom."

In unison the couple flushed red and slinked down out of the room, fangs drooping shamefully.