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I came awake to the sound of Arbutus growling—progressing quickly to a snarl. Someone was standing in the doorway.

“Arbutus! It’s alright, it’s me,” I heard Jenny’s voice whisper.

“Holy Fuck!” I said. “You’ve scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry.” There was a tone of amusement in her voice. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“How’d you get in here?” I sat up as she walked up to the foot of my bed.

“That might scare you,” she said, more amused. “I’m a vampire, I know how to get into bedrooms.”

From the dim light coming in the window, I could see that she was wearing some sort of smock, or robe. It was made of light weight white fabric, like a sheet, and had a tie at her throat. She pulled at the knot and it came loose, then she shrugged it off her shoulders and stood in front of me, naked.

“God,” I said.

She moved onto the bed, crawling up from the foot. “Oh, believe me, I’m not God.”

Her hair shaded her face and I could see her eyes glowing in the darkness. It seemed her irises glowed; her pupils were black openings in the middle of the glowing fields. As she came forward, I leaned back down onto the pillow.

She was on her hands and knees over me, her hair brushed the sides of my face.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“Not the hurt you,” she giggled. Then she leaned down and kissed me. She lifted back up, her eyes glowing. When she came down again she also lay down on top of me. Her arms worked under my back and neck and out tongues met.

Her skin was hot, almost feverous, against my chest. Her thighs pressed through the covers across my hips. She breathed deeply around our kiss—I inhaled her warm breath. I put my arms around her shoulders. I marveled at the feeling of her small, light frame against me, her light shoulders seemed bird-like in my arms, her chest smooth against mine. I ran my hands down her sides, her small torso awed me by the pure sensuality of her preteen physique.

She rocked her hips, pressing through the covers against my swelling cock. She lifted up on her hands and knees, then rolled to the side, working the covers down. Her legs snaked into the bed along mine, one beside my thigh, the other across it. Her thigh pressed against my balls, then her hand moved under the sheet and she grasped my already hard cock.

“Oh!” she giggled. She sat up, then pulled the covers off of me. She wrapped her hand around my dick, stroking it gently. She looked up at me, her eyes glowing a dull red in the darkness. “There are certain other advantages to this arrangement—I’ll never get old and fat.”

Then she leaned down and I felt her mouth around my dick head. I leaned back and looked up into the darkness. I had my hand between her shoulders, she felt so small. Then I realized that, where her crotch was pressed against my leg, just above my knee, there was no scratchy hair, just the feeling of warm, soft flesh.

She sucked and licked me for a while, in the darkness of the tent made by the covers over her head, I could see her eyes moving. She seemed to have them half closed and there were occasional flashes of orange and yellow in them. She was also humping my leg, having slid down some so that my ankle was positioned between her legs in the warm moistness of her sex, my foot up her ass crack.

She seemed to shiver and, for an instance, her eyes flashed green. She let my cock drop, then slid up on me, our mouths meeting. She tasted of the muskiness of my cock and precum. She then pushed herself up, her hands on my shoulders, and straddled me. Next she reached down and guided my dick.

Her pussy was sooo warm as my cock slid inside her. With her hands on my shoulders again she started to rock back and forth—now her eyes were yellow and becoming brighter.

“It’s been too long,” she whispered as she moved faster.

“What?” I asked, my voice scratching in my throat.

She didn’t answer, just progressed faster and harder riding my cock.

I ran my hands up her sides and, with my thumbs, rubbed her nipples. Her breasts where just apricot sized rises from her chest. In the dim light I could see her areolas were quarter size, the nipples sharp points. Her tits were soft to my thumbs, the nipples just firm nubs on the rounded shapes.

She was looking up at the wall over the bed, her eyes now flashed to green as she came down on me, pressing my dick as deep as it would go inside herself. Her breathing was getting deeper and my own pressure was approaching the edge.

I started to push up to meet her, my cock sliding smoothly inside her moistness. Her movements became more desperate, faster and stronger. I was soon to lose control as she started to grunt with our pushes.

She looked down at me, her eyes a brilliant emerald. Then she threw her head back and her eyes flashed blue as her cunt contracted around my cock. She froze, pressing down on me as I filled her with my seed. A couple of times she made almost manic thrusts with her hips while the last shots of my sperm pumped into her.

As I watched, her eyes faded, the bright blue fading through green, gold, yellow, then to a dull orange-red. She looked down at me.

“It’s been so long,” she said.

Then she lay down on me, her head under my chin. “Please Tom, stay with me.”

I stroked her hair, it was sticking to her back with her sweat. The reality of what she was asking made a cold feeling go through me. I pushed some hair off her forehead.

“Yes,” I said with a thick voice. “I’ll watch after you.”

There seemed to be a hiss in my ears.

She rolled off me again, to the side and we cuddled, her head on my chest.

“Charlie’s been so sick. It’s so sad, we used to be…Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t want to hear about other guys.”

“It’s alright,” I answered. “I’m sure that there’ve been many. Three hundred fifty years…”

“Except for Charlie and you, they’ve all been vampires. And vampires aren’t a cuddly lot.”

“Really?” I lifted up and looked at her.

“Well, actually, no. Sometimes I use it as a way of feeding.”

“Damn,” I said, “truly ‘femme fetal’.”

“It sort of destroys the moment…for them,” she giggled.

“I can imagine.”

She laid her head back down and we were quiet for a few minutes. A car went by on the street and its lights moved across the ceiling.

“You really can’t go out in the sun?” I asked.

“No,” she responded. “Ultraviolet light causes our cell membranes to break down. We actually melt. Problem is, the chemical reaction makes hydrogen gas, we can actually catch fire.”

“Can’t you use sunscreen?” I asked, really in jest.

“Well, actually yes. But, it’s really not safe,” she responded. “I do go out in the day some, usually in winter, on cloudy days. I have to wear a hat and I use sun glasses and SPF 40. A few of times I’ve had to be out in the sun, it’s really scary and I’ve gotten burned a couple of times by accident in the house during the day.”

“If its UV you can’t take, don’t some lights put out UV?”

“Yes, fluorescent lights do a little. When we went to the store, that was uncomfortable. It’s like I got sunburn. Normally I’d have worn a hoody. Sun lamps are really bad.”

“Tell me about vampires. What happens? I mean, how are you different? You’re certainly human.” I smiled.

She lifted up on one elbow. “It’s a virus. A virus that lives in vampire blood. It modifies the DNA of the host, changes the cell membranes so they become much stronger and do what ever they do much better. Muscles contract along their membranes, so they’re stronger, nerves send impulses along their membranes, so we see and hear better and are more sensitive to touch. It also hypes up the immune system and changes the telomeres so that any genetic damage is perfectly repaired. This also makes us heal really fast, a small cut will heal in a matter of seconds with no scaring. It also means we don’t age. We also regenerate—if a wound isn’t initially fatal, we’ll regrow whatever’s been lost. If you cut off my arm, I’ll grow a new one.”

“You’ve studied it scientifically then?”

“The first real study was done by the Russians. Then I was able to do a lot of studying after I moved in with Charlie.”

“Is Charlie the first guy who’s taken care of you?” I asked, looking at her.

‘Yeah, this way. Before, there was a woman, a vampire. She, well, I guess she was like my mother.”

Her voice was really sad. “I’ll tell you all of it someday.”

I could sense she wanted to change the subject.

“So, do you like eleven year old girls?” she asked.

“Well, so far, you’re the first. But you said you were thirteen,” I said.

“Oh—hundreds of years ago, I guess it’s because of diet, kids didn’t mature as early—at least not most kids. For most, they didn’t go through puberty until fourteen or fifteen. Rich kids did, they had plenty to eat and were healthier. I wasn’t rich.”

“So,” she continued, “thirteen in those days looks like eleven now, so I say I’m eleven.”

She threw the covers off of herself. “What ya think?” she asked.

“Awesome.”

“I don’t have tits.”

“Really?” I said. “Let me see, I can’t see in the dark.”

I reached over and turned on the light. I sat up, looking at her.

Well, she was a little girl. I’ve said before, she was just shy of five feet but hadn’t yet filled out, she still had a ways to go to even reach one hundred pounds. She was lithe like thin—actually a bit skinny. Her shoulders were very light, her chest flat except for the beginning of rises under her areolas. Her ribs stood out some. But my eyes were drawn to her naked pussy. She didn’t have even a hint of hair on her pussy; the rounded, full lips were the same translucent pinkish-white as the rest of her skin. I reached down and ran my finger along her slit. It was still gooey with my cum. She flared her hips up some and pushed her legs father apart.

“You are awesome,” I said.

I pushed my finger inside her and she caught her breath. Next I leaned down and started to suck on her right nipple.

“Oh yes, that’s nice,” she whispered as I felt her hand move through my hair and press my face to her chest.

I sucked one, then the other of her barely developing breasts as I pushed two fingers inside her cunt. She writhed under me and, looking up, I could see her eyes moving from yellow to green. I kissed my way down her stomach while I moved around between her legs. Then, while looking straight at her, I lowered my mouth to her sex.

She lifted her hips off the bed as I tongued her smooth snatch, moaning. Her eyes were, again, emerald green, and I knew I was about to bring her off. I moved both my hands around and started massaging her tiny tits. When I touched them, her eyes turned blue and she humped up into my face. She grunted and I felt a sudden rush of moisture on my tongue as she came, squeezing my own sperm back to me.

I kept licking her slit, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, until she sank back. Then, when I felt her relax, I lifted up and wiped my chin with my hand. I slid up next to her. “That was incredible,” she said.

I crawled over her and pushed my rejuvenated hard-on against her sex. She lifted her knees off the bed, spreading her legs more and, with just a small pressure, my cock slid back inside her.

I realized that the ease and smoothness of her taking my cock was because there was no hair catching at us. It was simply an easy slide in and out of this child—vampire child.

I held her face between my hands, her eyes were glowing golden and I could see little flecks of green starting in them. I kissed her as she wrapped her legs around mine, holding to me. I was supporting myself on my elbows so as not to crush the child when I realized that she’d easily hold my weight.

“I could get used to this,” I said quietly.

Her concentration was broken and her eyes went back to orange. “Only right after I’ve fed—I’m not sure I could control myself if I was in need.”

I stopped and lifted up, looking at her. “Is that a warning?”

“Yes.”

I looked up at the head board, then back down. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to keep you well fed.”

She laughed, then pushed me in a way that said she wanted up. “Well, of course, there is a way I can feed on you that you’ll really like.”

She pushed harder and I rolled off, my cock coming free from her. She sat up next to me, then reached down and held my cock between her hands.

“Sperm is a blood product,” she said with a smile. Then she leaned down and took me in her mouth.

For the ten years of our marriage, my wife had sucked on me occasionally, and only once did she let me cum. I’d had a couple of blow jobs from girls I dated in high school and college, but generally I hadn’t done much oral sex. But the sight of Jenny’s hairless preteen sex had made me want to lick her. I wasn’t bothered by the taste of my own cum (I’d tried it a few times before) and the thought that I was giving myself a blowjob by proxy made me smile while I’d been licking her.

Still, it was awesome that she had just started sucking me—and told me that she wanted me to cum.

As I said, I didn’t have a lot of experience but—damn she knows how to suck cock! She sucked on me some, moving me in and out several times before she lifted up and ran her tongue in a circle around the head. Then she sucked some more before licking the length of my shaft. At one point she took both my balls in her mouth while she stroked me with her hand, then she deep throated me, pushing her nose into my cock hair.

As I was building she concentrated more on keeping me in her mouth. Her eyes were golden and bright, smiling at me while I started to hump up into her face. As I started to shiver she held my dick in her mouth and sucked while stroking it with both hands.

I exploded in her, firing my load into her warm mouth. I could feel her swallowing as four of five shots of sperm emptied into her. I groaned as I humped into her, I was surprised to see her eyes flash first but then shift immediately bright red.

Then she lifted up and looked at me, for a moment a wave of fear went through me—she looked like she was about to attack. But then I could see her expression change as she relaxed—her eyes dimmed. She opened her mouth and a rivulet of semen ran out of her lips and down her chin. Then she smiled.

“See, I have to be careful—for your sake.”

“Only when you’re well fed,” I laughed. I pulled her up across me and kissed her, rubbing my own jez on my face, tasting in on her tongue. When she pulled away a string stretched between our lips.

She lay down next to me, her head on my shoulder. I reached up and turned off the light.

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