Visiting India , a short story by alis.barr. Date added: 2012-07-18. Times viewed: 3644.
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- I first saw India, the woman that would come to consume every waking moment of my life and haunt my dreams, with one of my friends. We were in the dorms after work, relaxing. I happened to be playing video games, and I was whooping my best friend Dean's ass at them too, when I heard the door open, and she walked in. Hanging on the arm of my roommate was the most stunning creature I had ever laid eyes on. I swear to God time stopped. The first thing that registered to me was how small she was. India is really petite, like a little porcelain doll with china white skin and chocolate curls that fall in waves around her waist. Her eyes are green, bright green. It marks her as a vampire, just like my roommate Jude. I think everybody in their species has the same green eyes, though the old ones turn silver. But I digress. India was beautiful. She had this smile on her face, innocent and dirty all at once as she licked her petal pink lips, bare of stain or lipstick. The second place my eyes went was the perfect round orbs of her breasts, pushed up invitingly under the skin tight, low cut dress she wore that flared around the lovely curves of her thighs. As much as she was small, she was definitely not a child by any stretch of the imagination.
“The fuck are you staring at Kai? You just lost!” Dean slapped me in the back of the head, and I punched his shoulder out of instinct, then realized I’d been ogling what was probably Jude's girlfriend for a good five minutes. The video game showed that my character was laying dead on the simulated forest floor onscreen. He traced my eyes to the doorway then, and whistled softly in admiration. Jealousy flared up hot and ugly in my stomach, and I scowled at him. “Look at the tits on her!”
“Can you at least pretend you weren't raised by wolves!” I hissed, then got up, stretching and popping my back. Before I knew it, Jude and India had disappeared into our room, sliding the door shut. A second later the light on the pass-code pad next to the door changed from green to red, signaling it as locked. Looked like I was out on the couch another night. Jude and I have worked out a system where it's basically “first come, first serve”, not that I kicked him out all that often in the year since he moved in. not for lack of trying. I mean, I’m okay looking. Not handsome, but I work out so my body is in pretty good shape, and genetics has blessed me with the “knock out” pairing of blue eyes and ash blond hair. Chicks seem to like it anyway, I just don't get out much.
The first time I actually met India, was a night that would change my life. It started with Dean pestering me at work. We work in the same garage, fixing the big space freighters that go between our planet, and the rest of them on trade routes. It's hard, but I like it. Always been good with my hands.
“Jesus Kai would it kill you to have some fun!” Dean said after I told him for the third time that I wasn't going to let him drag me out that night. “We've got a four day pass, Jude is turning twenty one, and that means it's our duty to get balls to the wall drunk!” I sighed, trying to concentrate on the radio panel I was putting back together in the cockpit of our current job. Someone had fired a laser cartridge through the bottom of the freighter, effectively destroying this side of the control panel. Damned space pirates. That term sounds funny, until you see the carnage they leave behind when they gut a ship.
“So remind me how that's different from any other weekend?” I replied as Dean showed me that he was perfectly content to sit there in the lift and bother me.
“Come on man, live a little!” he scoffed. “Jude's taking us to this vampire club- do you know those places have practically no rules!”
“Can't see this going horribly wrong.” I replied dryly, then sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Look, I’ll show up, but I probably won't stay long.”
“Atta boy!” Dean slapped my shoulder, then pressed a button on his control panel to take the lift bucket back down to floor level.
That night, I barely had time to shower and throw on a pair of jeans with a dark red button down shirt before Dean was pounding on the door.
“I think he's more excited about this than I am.” Jude muttered from his side of the room, where he was lacing his boots, and I chuckled. That's part of the reason we get along so well, I think. Jude just doesn't give a shit. He's chill with anything we want to do, but I can't remember the last time he actively suggested somewhere to go or something to do.
“You know Dean. Any chance to get drunk and hit on chicks...” I shrugged as we came out of the room together. Dean grinned enthusiastically at us both, and pumped a fist in the air.
“Alright! Ready for a night of drunken debauchery?” Frankly I was shocked he even knew what that word meant. Dean's a pretty boy, and adheres firmly to the stereotypical view that he can coast through life on his good looks and wit. Which, much as I hate to admit, has worked for him so far. He's like those pretty, slutty blonde girls everyone loves so much, only he's a guy.
The club was one I’d never seen before, though I wasn't surprised since it was down what we humans call “Vampire Alley”. It's basically an entire street that caters exclusively to the vamps, and the humans that live with them full time. We headed straight past the line, and Jude pulled a little blue card out of his wallet to show the bouncer, who was probably the biggest black man I have ever seen. I mean, just a huge block of solid muscle and steely glares. He actually half smiled at Jude.
“Good to see you back!” he clapped Jude on the shoulder as we passed. Inside was the typical dim lighting, loud music, and crushing press of bodies on the floor grinding and writhing to the heavy bass beat. We found a table and ordered beer, and almost immediately we were joined by two stunning vampire women. Dean set in on the second one, but I didn't even notice her past India. She sat next to me, our legs touching under the table. The tiny silver dress she was wearing barely covered anything, and I could feel my cock half harden in my jeans as I realized that, with our size difference, I could see down her dress. God I wanted those luscious breasts in my hands. She smiled up at me coyly, and leaned in close.
“Your Jude's roomie right? Kai?” she asked in my ear. India was wearing some sort of tantalizing perfume right behind her ear, lilacs and something lightly musky. I nodded, and was rewarded by another smile. “I'm India.” she purred, and I felt her hand slide across my knee under the table. That made parts of me sit up and howl, but I maintained my polite expression and nodded again. We made small talk, though I couldn't think about anything other than the arousal pumping through my groin as her tiny fingers gripped and kneaded the firm muscle of my inner thigh. Two inches north, and she would be touching the head of my cock, which was throbbing down one leg of my pants. Across the table, Dean had quickly progressed to making out sloppily with India's friend, and somewhere along the way Jude had picked up a pretty human girl with great breasts, not that they compared to the set currently rubbing against my arm. India gave me a long look, then leaned across my lap to say something to Jude. I ignored them in favor of admiring the smooth curve of her back, left bare by the low cut of her dress. A string of Celtic knots trailed down her spine in blue tattoo ink. Giving in to one of many impulses running through my brain, I traced a fingertip down the tattoo, and she shivered a little. India straightened up, and cupped my cheek with one soft hand. “We're going to a VIP room.” she said. “Do you mind?” I shook my head wordlessly, mind on how I was going to get up without embarrassing myself, and her eyes immediately dropped as we stood. Her pretty pink lips formed an O, then a smirk crossed her face. She took my hand, and we quickly wove our way to a back hallway, where she took us up a staircase and into a circular room that overlooked the club. I realized with a start that these were the two way mirrors above the dance floor. The music played at a more decent level here, though the song was different, something slow and exotic. That, coupled with the scattering of couches around the room, and the faint scent of incense in the air, told me exactly what this room was for.
India took me to a couch in the corner, and pushed me down. Before I could protest she was on top of me, one hand on my shoulder to make me lie flat with a surprising bit of force. Her fingertips traced the curve of my lips, and I couldn't resist sucking one into my mouth. She giggled, pulling free, only to replace her fingers with her lips. Oh God. Feeling already like my cock was going to explode, I threaded one hand through her dark brown curls to pin her against me, then plundered her sweet mouth like I had no manners at all. She tasted like the fruity drinks she'd been nursing all night, with the faintest hint of something metallic that I paid no heed to. Her fingers busied themselves unbuttoning my shirt, then she pulled back to look at my bare chest, licking her lips. A groan escaped me when she tweaked my nipple with her sharp nails, and abruptly I glanced at the rest of the room, uncomfortable with two other guys being there. Dean had the brunette on her knees already, head lolling back with one hand on her head as she bobbed her mouth up and down his dick. Jude was...necking? Most likely biting. I didn't want to see that, so I refocused on India. “They aren't paying attention.” she waved a dismissive hand, reaching back to unfasten her dress. The top fell limply around her waist, and my mouth went dry. Her breasts were round and perky, with pert brown nipples that contrasted beautifully with her taut, pale skin. Her belly was soft, but not fat by any stretch. There was a small crease in her stomach just above her navel, which boasted a pretty red piercing.
“God you're gorgeous.” I murmured, and she blushed, smiling in a pleased fashion. Pulling up into a sitting position so she was straddling my lap, I lifted her torso just a little and pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, suckling the little nub until she moaned and ground her hips against me. I was hard as a rock, and aching for her to touch me, so I stiffened when my jeans came loose, and she pulled my cock out. Her tiny fingers wrapped around my thick shaft, and I groaned, pulling off her nipple with a pop. I brought her mouth to mine again, tracing my hands around hers and showing her exactly how I liked to be stroked. She used her other hand as well, twisting and stroking the velvety skin covering my rigid shaft. India's bright green eyes found mine, and she smiled again.
“Would you like me to see if this will fit in my mouth?” she murmured, and my cock jerked in her hands.
“God yes, but I don't think I’d last long if you did that.” I replied truthfully, then tipped her back on the couch in a sudden movement that made her squeal. I pulled the rest of her dress off and dropped it in a silvery pool beside the couch. Just looking at her cunt was enough to make my mouth water. Bare as the day she was born, and glistening with wetness that I started to spread between her folds with my longest finger. India whimpered, gripping my wrist hard enough to bruise and arching her hips involuntarily. “No panties?” I inquired teasingly as I kissed down the inside of one smooth thigh.
“I never wear them.” she replied breathlessly. I spread her pussy open, reveling in the soft pink flesh laid out there. Maybe it makes me a minority, but I love licking a woman out until she begs. Taking my time, I dipped just the tip of my tongue against her core, making her arch again. She tasted sweet and wild, causing me to probe further in search of more. “Kai please!” she gasped, and I glanced up, then began to move my tongue in solid circles, thrusting into every fold and picking up more and more of her sweet nectar. Her hands curled in my hair, urging me on with little moans and whimpers that made me want to fuck her senseless. Finally I found my way up to her clit, the tiny button pulsing eagerly as I pressed my mouth over it and sucked. India let out a strangled cry and forced my head down as her hips came up. There was a sudden rush against my tongue as she came, and I could feel the power behind the convulsions that seized her tiny body.
I straightened up, and watched her come down, panting like she had just run a marathon. With a lazy smile, she beckoned me in again, and pressed me into an open mouthed kiss, tasting her own juices on my tongue. Somehow we ended up flat on the couch again, and she was pushing my jeans down a little further.
“Do I need a condom?” I asked in a strained tone as my cock landed squarely against her still soaking wet cunt lips, soft and inviting. She shook her head, then cried out and gripped my shoulders as I thrust fully into her all at once. Fuck self control. She was tight as all hell, and fit me like she was the packaging my throbbing dick had originally come in. I started rocking in and out of her, sure my world was coming to an end, and going willingly into it. India tried to wrap her legs around my hips, but I wouldn't let her. Instead, I hooked her knees over the crook of my elbows, forcing her legs wide and high in the air. That pulled her cunt tight enough to make me see stars, and I reared back a little to fuck the living daylights out of her. As hard as I thrust though, she didn't break. No, her little body took quite a pounding, and with an expression of bliss on her face at that. The closer she got to another orgasm, though, the deeper the red tint to her eyes grew, until they were completely red. When she cried out, I saw fangs in her mouth, delicately tipped and sharpened down to nothing at the tip. Her legs broke my hold effortlessly, and she yanked me down with a feral snarl.
“Hurt me Kai! Fuck me like you hate me!” My cock pumped senselessly in and out of her tight cunt as I completely lost it, ramming her like I had never dared to do with any of my previous girlfriends. My shaft was thickening with come, and without warning I was paralyzed by a climax. India howled and sank her fangs savagely into the side of my neck, but the pain only caused me to buck harder, emptying myself into her. Before my orgasm had ended her fangs were out, and we both slumped.
A minute later, I lifted my head from where I had been catching my breath against the crook of her neck. She was smiling like a sated kitten, and leaned up to kiss me gently. There was a faint taste of blood on her mouth. My blood. I managed to get off her, and she helped me right my clothes. Dean, his fuck buddy, and Jude's, were gone. My roommate on the other hand was standing at the mirror, looking out over the club with his eyes politely averted from us. My face abruptly burned red, and I looked down as I very gingerly prodded at the place where India had bitten me. There were two ridged pinpricks, and a ring of swollen flesh around them, but it didn't really feel too bad. “Are you alright? How do you feel?” she asked in concern, touching my face, then my forehead.
“Shaky mostly.” I muttered, trying to stand. Immediately I had to sit back down again, and India put an arm around me.
“Are they almost back Sir?” she asked. “I- I think I took too much.” After a second I realized she was talking to Jude. Sir? He glanced back at us, then turned around when he saw I was dressed, though India was still naked. Her nudity didn't seem to bother him.
“You did, but it's fine. Learn, and don't get so excited next time.” he replied. India stood to pull her dress on, and I tipped over. Staying against the couch felt right, so I lay there and waited for the world to stop spinning. That coupled with the mind blowing sex, I was exhausted. India shifted my head into her lap, and stroked my face and hair gently.
“That feels good.” I mumbled, and she smiled. My eyes were starting to drag closed, and without thinking I let them shut.
When I woke up, we were still in the VIP room. I was alone on the couch, covered with a soft wool blanket. Nearby, I could hear the others, though a silk folding screen blocked my view. The smell of food drifted to my nose, and my stomach growled as I sat up. Feeling wobbly as a newborn, I made my way around the screen and joined India on her couch. Dean and his vampire were sitting across from us, next to Jude.
“I was pretty sure she'd killed you.” Dean said in a half teasing tone as he handed me a bag of fast food, which I promptly tore into. He came to stand next to me, and tipped my head to one side.
“Get off.” I groused with a full mouth, pulling my head away from him.
“That's...smaller than what I was expecting. Christ, the way you two were going at it... no wonder you don't bring girls home! You'd scare the rest of the compound.” Jude chuckled as I swung at Dean, who easily dodged with a laugh and went back to his date. Now that I had some food in me I was feeling better, and that was allowing the good mood brought on by fucking India to fill me as well. I smile sideways at her, and she cuddled up under my free arm.
“Don't listen to him.” she said. “You were fantastic.” Nothing like hearing a little praise to put a spring in a man's step, eh?
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