Thirteen Nights of Loliween by Imouto Kitten

Night 7: A Vampire's Snack.

As the middle-aged man got ready for bed, he heard a knock at his 
bedroom door, and upon answering it, he was met by a sight both expected 
and unexpected.

For standing in his doorway is a young-looking girl, clearly the girl he 
had earlier that evening, thinking her a runaway, invited into his home 
and shared his dinner with, and who he was planning to drive to the 
local social services office in the morning, but there were several 
details that were quite different.

For starters, her hair, which had been tangled with twigs when he had 
found her in his backyard was now immaculate and voluminous to the point 
of looking like it defied gravity and had shifted from pitch black to a 
supernatural purple. At the same time, her skin had turned pale as a 
china doll's, her eyes had darkened to a midnight violet, and when she 
smiled, he could swear her canines had gotten longer. Though perhaps 
strangest of all was what she was wearing.

Instead of the puffy, pink pajamas he had offered her, claiming his 
niece had left them behind the last time she visited or the frayed and 
faded t-shirt, jean shorts, and sneakers combo she had been wearing when 
he found her, she was wearing a dress that she hadn't had on her when he 
found her and which didn't match any of the clothing he had in the 
house. It was mostly purple, a shade halfway between her hair and eyes 
with trim of a light tone around the neck, cuffs, and hem, just enough 
of a v-neck to hint at non-existant cleavage, voluminous sleeves that 
hung to her knees, and a slit straight up to her hips on both side, the 
front of the skirt little more than a pointed loincloth to protect her 
modesty. and glancing down, her feet were bare, and at first glance, she 
looked to be standing on her tip toes until he realized that there were 
actually a few inches of empty air between her toes and the carpet.

"What's going on here?" Asks the man, taking a step back at the 
realization the girl he took in isn't quite what she seemed.

Letting out a girlish giggle, she floats forward as she replies, "Good 
sir, I merely wish to show my appreciation for your hospitality... and 
perhaps enjoy a midnight snack."

"That's really not necessary, and if you want something to snack on, I 
have some Pop-Tarts in the pantry."

"Oh, I'm in the mood for something much sweeter." replies the girl 
before dropping the bombshell, "Oh, and thank you for inviting me into 
your home unprompted. You see, vampires such as myself can't enter 
another's home without invitation, and it doesn't count if we ask to 
come in."

"You expect me to believe you're a vampire?" asks the man, sure the 
neighborhood kids are somehow playing an elaborate trick on him, and 
with it nearly being Halloween, its the season for such things.

"Whether you believe reality or not is none of my concern, but I've seen 
into your heart and I believe we can come to a mutually beneficial 
arrangement."

"You've seen into my heart?" asks the man skeptically, "What's that 
supposed to mean?"

"For starters, I know you don't have a niece and never married, yet you 
picked this neighborhood because of how many families with young 
children live here and that you own several closets filled with clothes 
for little girls... and that the reason for all of this is that, instead 
of being attracted to women your own age, or even men, your tastes run 
towards young girls of an age humans of this era would consider it not 
only scandelous or immoral, but outright abominable for you to act upon 
your attraction to them... In short, while you would never harm any of 
your neighbor's children and would give your life to defend them from 
anyone who would, you are a pedophile, or as you prefer to call 
yourself, a lolicon. You wish you could take one or more lovely, little 
ladies as your little wives, have them share your bed, and dote upon 
them like an overprotective father and older brother rolled into one, 
and the closets full of little girl clothes is because you can't help 
purchasing every cute outfit you wish you had a little girl to gift it 
to who would be happy to model it for you."

There is a solid minute of silence before the man gets over his shock to 
reply, "So, you really are a supernatural being that can read a person 
like a book... So what now? Are you going to threaten to tell everyone 
my secret unless I agree to being your servent and help you capture 
people to drain of blood?"

Snorting, the girl replies, "Hardly, you humans have some twisted 
morals, condemning loving relationships just because there's a few 
decades difference in age, assuming the elder human is the criminal when 
a youth forces themselves upon an adult, and condemning a good man just 
because his ideal of beauty doesn't match society... It's all rather 
silly at best and sickening at worst. And for the record, exsanguinating 
a human is a taboo among most civilized vampires. Even when I was as 
young as I look, it was common for my kind to offer aid to those who 
would hunt vampires depraived enough to gorge themselves to the point of 
killing a donor." Placing a hand on his chest and with a surprisingly 
gentle push, she shoves him so he lands on his bed. Lifting a hand to 
her collar and sliding it off one shoulder, she continues, "No, I'm 
offering myself to be the lovely, little, loli lover you've always 
wanted." sliding her dress from her other shoulder, she lets the garment 
pool at her feet, revealing a lack of any underwear and revealing that, 
in addition to the other changes to her appearance, her slim body is 
even more lithe than it had been in her human guise. As she climbs naked 
upon the bed, she lets out another giggle as she comments, "I just hope 
you don't mind that I'm really 700 years old."

"Funny, you don't look a day over seven." comments the man, not sure if 
this is real or a dream and if he's about to live out his wildest 
fantasies or be drained dry.

"Let's just say, the bastard who turned me had a thing for draining 
children to the point they would slowly die from blood loss if not 
turned and then like to pretend he scared off the one who attacked us 
and offer us our salvation... I had 48 coven brothers and sisters by the 
time someone took him out, most of us eternal children because of how 
young we were when we were turned." With that explanation that leaves 
the man with more questions than answers, she frees his member from the 
confines of his pajama pants, his six incher already at full mast. 
"Hmmm... not anything to write home about, but still plenty big enough 
to give my little, loli lovehole a nice stretch." comments the vampire 
as she straddles his hips and lines up his tip with her opening, sinking 
down on him like a seasoned pro. "Yes, you fill me quite nicely." she 
declares with a nearly feline purr as she starts to gyrate her hips.

And although her movements are practiced, but not too practiced, the 
tightness of her twatty is more what one would expect of a virgin than a 
seasoned seductress and the combination of supreme skill and superb 
snugness nearly has him undone in seconds.

"Oh my, your cock is twitching like crazy inside me." she purrs, "Has it 
really been so long since you've felt the flesh of a female? Or perhaps 
you realized you had no interest in women your own age earliy enough 
that you've remained a virgin... or am I just that good?" Leaning 
forward and licking at his collar bone, the highest point she can reach 
given their height difference, she adds "Either way, feel free to cum 
whenever you like."

"But what about pregnancy?" asks the man torn between trying to throw 
the vampire off and just giving in to long suppressed desires.

"No need to worry about that." she replies, continuing to lap at his 
collar bone, "For a human and a vampire to concieve a Dhampir, both must 
want it in their heart of hearts... and Besides, it's not so much blood, 
but vital energies in general that vampires feed on, and a human's seed 
is nearly as nourishing as a human's blood, to the point vampires 
sometimes call it white blood."

Regardless of what he thinks about any of that, it isn't long before the 
vampiress sliding her snug, slippery snatch up and down his shaft is 
making him erupt inside her, and it is at that moment that she chooses 
to bite down on his collar bone. And though he can feel her fangs 
sinking into his flesh and her sucking out his blood as her snatch sucks 
out his seed, there is no pain from the bite... if anything, the bite 
feels nearly as good as the orgasm.

When he recovers from his climax, she comments, "By the way, both your 
crimson and white blood are delicious, so I hope you don't mind if I 
stick around for a while.

"Um... I'm not going to turn into a vampire, am I?" he asks, bringing 
his hand to where she bit him, only to find no sign of a bite.

Giggling, she replies, "Oh, I'd be happy to turn you if you so wish, but 
it takes more than a vampire just biting a human to do it... it requires 
a mutual exchange of blood, and the blood has to be willingly taken on 
both sides... My bastard of a sire showed it didn't need to be truly 
imformed on the human's part, drinking a vampire's blood thinking it was 
your only option for survival while not knowing they were the reason you 
were at death's door was enough, but if I just force fed you some of my 
blood, the most it would do is give you a tummy ache... and before you 
ask, vampire saliva is a potent anti-microbial, anti-fungal, and 
anti-viral with both analgesic and healing properties, as long as a 
vampire properly licks the spot to be bitten both before and after 
feeding, it's literally impossible for blood borne illnesses to spread 
through vampire bites, the bites will never cause the donor pain, and no 
mark will be left." Leaning back down and nuzzling against his chest as 
she clenches around his softened shaft, bringing him to erection once 
more, she asks, "So, want to keep me around as the little wife you've 
always wanted?" And as her pale posterior starts bouncing once more, she 
adds, "And if my bedroom skills aren't worth having me around and 
donating a mouthful of blood every other day or so, this isn't the only 
wifely skill I have centuries of experience at."

The man still isn't convinced this isn't the most vivid wet dream of his 
life, but as he grabs her hips and starts thrusting up into the loli 
vampire, he asks, only half joking, "Will you marry me, my lovely, 
little lady of the night?"