Victoria shivered as she walked through the graveyard, the tombstones casting shadows that swirled round her feet. But seeing she was almost there she sped up. She walked up the crumbling stone stairs, through the doorway not needing to open the door that, after many years had finally fallen for the vandals, to see the room already lit, glowing with the light of one hundred candles, like always Hunter was there before her but nowhere to be seen, Victoria surveyed the familiar place, the graffiti on the walls and the two coffins that had originally crept her out, she tried so hard not to think of what she would see if she was to open one of them.

It was then that she felt the hands travelling up her back, to undo the zip on her dress, she watched as the black and red material folded to the floor around her, the cold air rushing in to shroud her body. Small kisses tumbled down her back before she was turned around to face him. Victoria ran her hands through his spiked purple hair, admiring once again his pale skin. Hunter smiled down at her, showing all of his perfect white teeth. She started to unbutton his long black velvet coat agonisingly slowly, already feeling his smooth skin underneath, no shirt today, Hunter had finally given up on dressing properly, knowing it would make the wait longer. Hunter looked over her body to distract himself from how slowly she was undressing him, as she had many a time before. He looked her from head to toe, her long blonde hair that fell to her mid back, every hair in place perfectly, as he knew from experience it would be when they finished, her perfect features on her pale skin, that she had spent years trying to get to match his without success, her full chest and slim waist, down to her large child baring hips, he felt himself stiffening as he looked her over, finally down her legs, all of her so delicate and china like.

Victoria smiled seeing Hunters reaction to her body; the same as always, she finally removed his coat and let it fall to the floor exposing his naked body, his smooth, muscled chest, as pale as his face and his erect, throbbing member. She ran her hands down his torso, edging closer to place a teasing kiss on the tip of his nose, rubbing tantalizingly against his stiffness then walked off in the direction of one of the coffins. Just as she reached the coffin Hunter was behind her, spinning her round to face him, pushing her lightly down onto it, kneeling down next to her and softly biting on one of her breasts, taking the other in his hand and kneading it gently, Victoria responded quickly, her breath quickening and breasts hardening to his touch. At this he moved to kneel between her thighs sliding his hands down her stomach to her opening where he started to rub her clit with his thumb, leaning down to insert his tongue into her, bringing her close to climax quickly and expertly. Hunter pulled away, to watch her now erratic breathing begin to slow, and the flush fading from her face.

She pulled herself up, pushing Hunter down at the same time. She took him into her mouth, at first just sliding the tip round her mouth, and massaging it with her tongue, watching him as his breathing quicken, then she deep throated him, running her tongue along his soft underside. She abruptly stops, and slides up hunter’s body so her clit was just up his torso from his pulsing member. Her hands are either side of his head as she looks down on him. Hunter leans up to kiss her taking his breasts in his hands and rubbing them roughly in desire, he wanted to touch every inch of her, remind himself of her body, which he had been parted from all week, he finally rolled them over, he now on top, controlling the situation, Hunter slid himself into her opening carefully, their bodies instantly began to move in sync their hands exploring each others bodies as if it was the first time they were together. Hunter begins to push into her harder and deeper, roughly biting one of her breasts and drawing blood, which he began to drink instantly, the mixture of pleasure and pain caused her to cum around him moaning in ecstasy, the sound causing him to follow, spurting his salty-sweet liquid deep inside her, groaning in self satisfaction. They lay like that, twined round each other in fulfilment and comfort.

As the light started to creep through the open door way, and the most of the candles had burnt down they got up and started dressing. Hunter waited for Victoria to dress before coming up behind her and nuzzling against her neck. She arched her neck to the side to give him better access and he punctured her skin, drawing the life and blood out. When the strength to stand had finally left Victoria, he cradled her in his arms and carried her to one of the coffins, removing the lid with ease and laying her apparently lifeless form down in the coffin. He looked down at her, partially guilty that he had turned her so soon, aware she would be angry, but he was already excited, planning where he would take her to hunt that next night. Hunter finally closed the lid on Victoria whispering “mine for always”.

After clearing up, which took quite a while, and ensuring the room looked as unused as it had at sunset the day before he finally went to sleep, his last view of Victoria’s coffin.

Authors note: what do you think? Some major editing is needed round the middle, but I wanted to see what peoples views were…