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                                 Fantasy/tempting
                                   Julie Woodcock
                                   Tempting Amanda
                                                           
                                There was something in the room with me.
                       I couldn't see it, but somehow, in a way I can't explain, I
                    could feel it.  Could sense its intelligence, its age.  Its
                                              hunger.
                                             Hunger for me.
                          I should have been terrified, but I wasn't.  A little
                   frightened, yes, a tingling sort of fear that danced along my
                  nerves.  But even as I quivered, my nipples hardened.  There was
                   something so erotic about the presence, about the way I could
                  feel it looking at me as I lay in the tangled sheets of my bed. 
                  I knew, knew it was staring at my breasts through the lace of my
                   cream teddy, at the dark shadow of my pussy between my spread
                                               legs.
                      I wanted to see it, see who it was, watch it watching me, so
                     I tried to sit up--and found I couldn't.  My body wouldn't
                  respond at all, just lay frozen on the cool sheets.  I couldn't
                  even lift my head.  Growing frantic, I rolled my eyes toward the
                                    foot of the bed, sensing...
                       There.  A shadowed triangular head with pointed ears and a
                 long muzzle, rearing just over the foot of my bed.  It pulled its
                    lips back, and long teeth shone.  The mattress gave with its
                   weight as it leaped between my spread legs.  And I saw what it
                                                was.
                                                 A wolf.
                      I tried to scream as its furry head lowered toward my belly,
                 but I couldn't make a sound, couldn't move at all.  Breath gusted
                 against my crotch, a tongue swiping a single sampling lick.  As I
                   watched in helpless panic, the wolf hunkerd down and began to
                  lick at the silk covering my cunt.  Long, slow licks.  Something
                     gleamed at me--ice white wolf eyes watching me watch him,
                        watching as if he knew my fear ... and enjoyed it.  
                        "Those aren't an animal's eyes."  I don't know where the
                  thought came from, but it was true.  There was something almost
                 human in the expression of the wolf's eyes, something intelligent
                         and aware; not the flat stare of an animal at all.
                        Then his outline blurred.  At first I thought my fear was
                   making me see things, but a moment later I realized the wolf's
                   silhouette really was wavering, beginning to change.  Forelegs
                   turning into long, muscled arms, muzzle shrinking into a human
                            nose above a human mouth.  And he was a man.
                                     But the eyes were no different.
                         The muscled blond continued to lick my pussy through my
                     teddy, though the silk was soaked now from his mouth.  The
                  sensation of his tongue tracing the line of my lips through the
                 slick material began to make my nerves burn.  The terror I'd felt
                   when I'd first seen the wolf receded into lust with each long
                                   swipe of that glorious tongue.
                       Abruptly he pulled away to drop to his knees on the floor, 
                   and I felt him wrap his fingers into the crotch of my teddy. 
                  A powerful twist of his wrist ripped it as his free hand seized
                       me by the thigh and dragged me to the edge of the bed.
                       Then, brutally, he drove one finger up my cunt, spearing me
                  with heated pleasure and a hint of pain.  I came halfway off the
                 bed with a gasp.  His hand pumped, reaming me, as he reached with
                   the other one to seized a breast, rolling its nipple with the
                  perfect pressure to send delight flaming into my cunt.  He kept
                      on and on, and the pain went away and it was nothing but
                      pleasure, pleasure to kill for.  Pleasure to die for.  
                       Gradually I realized that he was no longer eating me, just
                  finger-fucking me as he watched me writhe.  His eyes excited me
                    as much as his hands.  His eyes, looking at my long, curving
                    legs, looking at my breasts, pretty breasts, round and big,
                  nipples pointed in lust, his eyes looking at me like that, I was
                           going to come as he watched, I was going to...
                       He looked into my eyes and smiled, long fangs shining as he
                                       pulled his lips back. 
                                            A wolf's fangs...
                      I snapped upright on the bed with a strangled scream, but he
                  was gone.  My hair whipped my cheeks as I jerked my head wildly,
                     looking for him, but I couldn't see anything at all in the
                   darkness.  I groped across the width of my bed for the lamp on
                  the night stand and clawed at it until I managed to flip on the
                                              light.  
                        With the burst of illumination, I could see the familiar
                 bulk of pine colonial furniture, the rose bedspread bunched at my
                  feet.  And the cream lace teddy, tenting over my hard nipples. 
                   Its crotch still covered my cunt.  Nobody had ripped it open.
                                       It had all been a dream...
                            A damn lucky dream.  The solution to my problem.
                         I rolled out of bed and headed for my office, stumbling
                  across the apartment's narrow hallway to the tiny room that held
                  my computer.  The room where I was supposed to write the sequel
                  to my vampire bestseller, SHADOWMASTER.  The room where I hadn't
                 been able to do a damn thing in weeks.  Writer's block, they call
                 it.  But now the block was gone, because I knew what was missing,
                             what it would take to make the story work.
                       I flipped on the computer and sat down, my fingers itching
                   to start pounding those keys.  My vampire villain didn't just
                                       overpower his victims.
                                            He seduced them.
                                                               ***
                                              He was back.
                      My eyes snapped open.  He loomed over me, moonlight from the
                    window falling across the edged planes of his face, glinting
                  almost white on the blond hair curling down across his eyes.  He
                   was holding my wrists pinned over my head.  I knew the game; I
                    started to struggle.  His mouth took on a playfully sadistic
                         curve, and he bent his head to bite a bare nipple.
                          I'd been dressed when I went to bed, but I was naked
                                                now.
                        He licked me, very slowly, until my nipples burned and I
                     felt cream start trickling through my cunt.  His nostrils
                   twitched, smelling my heat, and he ran his free hand down the
                  length of my arching body to part my pussy and finger my clit. 
                           Lifting his head, he smiled.  "You like this."
                       Well, yeah, but it was my dream.  I could enjoy my own...  
                 Then his fingers began sliding in and out, and I groaned. Through
                  a pleasure haze, I felt him shift, moving over me, spreading my
                 legs to form a cradle for his hips.  Yessss, I thought, and heard
                 my mouth say it too as he rose to all fours.  Looking down, I saw
                   his cock, a thick silhouette pointing at my pussy.  I watched
                     hungrily as he thrust forward, finding the wet opening and
                  sliding through its clamping muscles.  It had been months since
                    I'd felt a man's prick, and his was huge, stretching me open
                   deliciously.  I arched, drawing breath  to scream in pleasure.
                       But as I threw my head back, I saw him bare his teeth in a
                 parody of a grin.  His incisors were white, sharp -- and fully an
                                             inch long.
                      Oh no.  No way.  I forgot all about thick pumping shafts and
                   started worrying about dying.  Shoving up against his chest, I
                 tried to force him off.  He held on easily, not even exerting any
                    force, but I still couldn't break his grip, couldn't free my
                                       hands from his fist.  
                       And the sonofabitch was grinning--savoring his strength and
                                          my helplessness.
                         Then, taking his time about it, he lowered his head.  I
                    shrank back into the pillow, fighting even harder to jerk my
                   wrists out of his hands, but I still couldn't get loose.  As,
                     with exquisite slowness, he sank his teeth into my throat.
                                               I screamed.
                        Lost control completely, in fact, shrieking and bucking.
                  That's why it took me so long to realize that I didn't feel any
                  pain from the bite, just a sense of pressure, of pulling.  While
                  his cock slid in and out of my pussy as he fucked me with long,
                        hard strokes.  He growled in delight against my jaw.
                      I can't explain it, but I started sharing his pleasure.  The
                     delicate tugging sensation at my throat began sending hot
                    messages along my nerves just as his driving thrusts rammed
                    ecstasy into my pussy. It couldn't be, but it was, and I was
                                      coming, I was coming...
                                            Until I woke up. 
                       "Why do I always have to miss the good part?"  I groaned at
                                   the lace canopy over my bed. 
                             If this kept on, I was going to lose my mind. 
                                                                 ***
                        "Bottoms Up" was crowded, smoky from a hundred cigarettes
                  and loud with rock from the bar's amplifiers.  The clientele was
                 a college bunch, blue jeaned and t-shirted and rowdy.  And horny,
                  I hoped.  God knew I was.  I'd been dreaming of my vampire every
                    night this week, and I was so randy I'd considered buying a
                                 vibrator.  Instead I'd come here.
                       There hadn't been much choice, really.  I was getting close
                 to my deadline, and I still didn't have the damn novel finished. 
                 I'd made a lot of headway that first few days, yeah, but the last
                   two all I'd been able to think about were cocks and hands and
                   mouths.  And teeth.  I'd finally decided that I had to find a
                   real lover tonight, or I was never going to get anything done.
                       So I'd gone out and bought the trashiest red dress I could
                     find--thin silk, neckline cut to an inch of my nipples and
                    hemline an inch from my ass.  And I was not wearing anything
                                             under it.
                        I swiveled on my bar stool to look over the crowd.  There
                  was a promising blond a few feet away, sitting alone at a table
                  no bigger than a diner plate.  Broad shoulders and long legs and
                   big hands that looked like they'd know how to put out a fire. 
                  Thing was, I wasn't really sure how to go about picking him up. 
                  I'd never done anything like that before--guys usually picked me
                   up.  I was starting to remember why I hated bars.  "Maybe," I
                  thought dryly, "I should just stand over him until the scent of
                                 wet pussy gets his attention..." 
                       "That would do it," a voice agreed, as if reading my mind. 
                            I grinned at the coincidence, then turned. 
                                To look directly into the vampire's eyes.
                        He was dressed in black, but not in the standard vampire
                 tuxedo.  No, he wore black blue jeans and a black cotton shirt, a
                  black stetson down low over his eyes.

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  He smiled just enough to
                    show the tips of his fangs. "I do love that dress, Amanda."
                              "Mother always said I was crazy," I muttered.
                         "You're not crazy.  Hot, wet and tempting, yes, but not
                     crazy."  He smiled again, a little more broadly, and as I
                       watched, his fangs lengthened like cocks coming erect.
                       "No," I said, more to myself than the man I believed wasn't
                                            even there. 
                       "Had any good wet dreams lately, Amanda?  I certainly hope
                    so--I put a lot of effort into them.  The one with the wolf,
                  though--that was inspired, if I do say so myself.  And you loved
                 it."  There were those fangs again.  "Foreplay is the best part. 
                                Well, maybe not the best part..."  
                         "Foreplay my ass," I said, snapping out of my moment of
                  fear. "That was my subconscious, dreaming up a way out of a case
                  of writer's block.  You aren't real."  Dreaming again.  That was
                                    it, I was dreaming again.  
                        "Let's go back to your apartment and I'll show you real."
                       I was starting to have a horrible thought.  I threw a quick
                  glimpse over my shoulder at the long mirror behind the bar.  But
                       I could see his reflection.  "You're pulling my leg."
                        "Oh, come on--you don't really buy all those old vampire
                     myths?  Look, no matter what Bram Stoker said, I do cast a
                      reflection and I don't sleep in coffins."  His smile was
                               seductive.  "Beds are so much nicer."
                       "Somebody put you up to this," I said, ignoring the smile,
                               "and I don't think it's very funny." 
                          "Ah. Somebody who knows about your kinky dreams found
                  somebody who looks just like your kinky vampire, and talked this
                                     perfect stranger into..."
                         I moaned.  Because he was right.  Because I hadn't told
                 anybody.  Because I didn't really think I was crazy, and I knew I
                                      wasn't dreaming again.  
                        Because I was starting to believe I was sitting in a bar
                                       talking to a vampire.
                        While I slumped there feeling numb, he said, "I read your
                 book.  SHADOWMASTER.  What a name." He shook his head.  "And that
                  vampire of yours.  What an idiot.  Of course a trail of drained
                   corpses would tip everybody off, and of course somebody would
                 hunt him down and pop him while he was sleeping.  No real vampire
                                      would be that stupid..."
                       He's so chatty, I thought in distant amazement.  Who would
                             have guessed a vampire would be chatty...
                        But then I noticed something.  His eyes didn't match what
                  was coming out of that sensuous mouth.  The eyes were flicking,
                   glancing over my breasts, the sweep of my legs under the short
                     skirt, the pulse I could feel pumping in my throat.  And I
                  realized suddenly that the words were all protective coloration
                         for his hunger.  Like a wolf in a lambswool suit. 
                        "Taking a woman by force is too easy," he was saying, the
                 eyes on my breasts again.  "Telling her exactly what you're going
                   to do to her, then tempting her into surrendering anyway--now,
                    that's a challenge."  He leaned in close, his ice white eyes
                    inches from mine.  I slid back.  "I'm going to teach you all
                                       about temptation..." 
                       That woke me up.  "No!" I exploded.  "Get AWAY from me, you
                                 bastard, I'm going to the cops..."
                                          "To tell them what?"
                       My mouth closed with a snap.  I started to edge off the bar
                  stool, slanting a glance toward the exit.  Maybe I could make a
                                      run for it before he...
                       "Don't worry, you're safe.  I've decided I'm going to fuck
                     you in the comfort of your own apartment.  And there's one
                      vampire myth that is true -- we can't go where we're not
                                            invited."  
                       "I'm not inviting you anywhere," I snapped.  "If you think
                   I'm some horny little twit who'd take a toothy Mr. Goodbar to
                     bed..."  Being angry is so much better than being scared.
                       "Ah, you've got the idea I'm going to drain you like a shot
                   glass.  That's another one of those myths, sweetheart, it just
                  doesn't work that way.  Too messy for one thing, draws too much
                  attention.  It's so much better to swap six or seven orgasms for
                   a pint or two.  How about it, Amanda?  Does that sound like a
                  fair trade?"  He put out a hand and brushed his palm across the
                  bust of my red silk dress.  I felt my nipples pop to attention.
                        I looked down at them, then up into his eyes. There was a
                 lot of arrogance in there, as if he knew he had me and was simply
                                    waiting for me to admit it.
                              There was really no point in fighting him...
                         "No!"   I ran.  Lunged off the bar stool and just ran,
                     forcing my way through the startled, drunken crowd, hardly
                 hearing all the curses and objections.  I never once looked back. 
                              I was too afraid of what I might see.  
                                    I was too afraid I might go back.
                                                               ***
                          I went kind of crazy for a while there; I don't even
                  remember driving back to my apartment.  I do recall wondering if
                   this was the time of year when the sun never sets in parts of
                   Russia. Sounded like a great spot to hide out from a vampire.
                       I was planning to book plane tickets when I fell asleep on
                                            the couch...
                      Somebody picked me up and dropped me. I woke up with a jolt,
                   yelping as the padded arm of the couch drove into my belly. I
                 grabbed at it automatically.  Big hands reached around and caught
                               my wrists and jerked them behind me. 
                       "Hello, Amanda," the vampire said into my ear as he wrapped
                 a fist in the back of my dress.  I felt a tug, heard the sound of
                                     ripping silk, and winced. 
                        "I thought you couldn't go where you aren't invited,"  I
                                              gasped.
                       "I lied."  He reached up under my body and caught one bare
                   breast in his hand.  Began to knead it, to pinch and roll its
                  nipple until I shivered.  His touch, he knew just the way to...
                        "You know why I find you so tempting, Amanda?  Other than
                   the centerfold tits, I mean."  He squeezed and kneaded, and I
                   closed my eyes.  "You're so obsessed with your writing career
                  that you've isolated yourself.  No friends.  No lovers.  Nobody
                   to keep me away."  He let go of my tit and slid a hand back to
                  press into the bulge of my pussy.  His fingers slid in easily. 
                                     "So you can't resist me."
                        "No! Let me go, you sonofabitch."  But my voice sounded 
                                           awfully weak.
                       He pumped the fingers in and out a few times as I sprawled
                 there.  I tried not to, I really did, but finally I couldn't keep
                      from thrusting my hips back at those delicious fingers. 
                       He locked a hand in my long hair, pulled me to my feet, and
                  spun me around.  I started to snarl something appropriate, then
                   forgot about it as I realized he was naked, gorgeous and hard.
                  His fangs, like his cock, were fully extended.  He bent to press
                    a kiss into my mouth.  His teeth nicked my lips. I flinched.
                         He lifted his head again.  I knew he was looking at the
                 blood I could feel beading on my lips; his eyes were raw hunger. 
                  He quickly leaned down to suck my mouth, his tongue licking the
                      thin cuts.  When he pulled away, he was breathing hard.
                       Then he shoved me back down on the couch again, forcing me
                  to bend over.  "Bastard!" I screamed as I felt him kneel behind 
                   me.  He grabbed my hips and speared my cunt in a rush of stiff
                    cock. I called him a motherfucker, but it still felt good.  
                      He began to pound his long shaft into me even as he wormed a
                 thick thumb up my ass.  I whined in pleasure; the finger made his
                  cock feel even bigger, made me feel totally stuffed and fucked.
                                         "Your hair.  Move it."
                          He'd gotten me so hot and crazy I obeyed without even
                   thinking, sweeping my hair off to one side, baring my neck to
                  him.  A little voice started telling me I was stupid.  I didn't
                    care.  He was pounding against my hips, in and out, long wet
                     strokes, screwing my asshole to make the feeling even more
                   intense.  I'd been so hot for so long, and it felt so good!  
                   But...but not as good as before, in the dream.  Something was
                  missing.  The sharp pleasure of his bite, the pull, the pound of
                   my blood as he drank.  And I needed that.  Hell, I had to have
                                 it, I didn't care about the cost.
                                     But he wasn't giving it to me.
                        He just kept fucking me, ramming his hips into mine, his
                   shaft rushing in and out with a pleasure that should have been
                    enough--but wasn't.  I found myself twisting my head back in
                   invitation.  But still he didn't thrust into that final place.
                                         "Vampire..." I moaned.
                                 "Hungry, Amanda?" he growled in my ear.
                       "Hmmmm."  God, his cock, his thumb, sliding, bringing me so
                         close, I just needed one more thing.  "Please..."
                        He licked my throat, tracing his tongue along the curve,
                                      but still he held back.
                       "Damnit, don't tease me."  Another agonizing minute went by
                 as he licked and fucked me.  Finally I couldn't stand it anymore.
                                        "Please.  Bite m..."
                                 Without lifting his head, he bit deep.
                       I heard myself scream, a long cry of overwhelming lust and
                                              ecstasy.
                        He was fucking me so hard now that my belly kept slapping
                            into the couch.  I felt a climax building...
                                              And woke up.
                        I sat up on the couch and shook, my mouth dry, my nipples
                           hard, my cunt richly wet.  Wanting to scream.
                        Goddamnit, Amanda, I thought, trying to kill my passion,
                    trying for some sense.  He's a vampire.  He could kill you. 
                 Yeah, he says he won't, but why should you believe that?  He just
                                      wants...He just wants...
                       The thought trailed off in my mind as I thought about what
                   he wanted.  About what I wanted.  About how my hunger and his
                  hunger had somehow gotten too strong for me.  Then I got up off
                          the couch to walk to the door, and I opened it.
                          He was standing there, just as I'd known he would be,
                     smiling that charming smile under his old and hungry eyes.
                                         And I said, "Come in."
                                                 	
                                                                END
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