Chapter 4

Sophie got up on her knees and grabbed the edge of the casket. She arched her back, sticking her ass up into the air. I snapped her thong off with one quick rip and positioned myself behind her. My cock was throbbing again, and it was eager for another release. I slipped two fingers inside her vagina and opened a hole for my bulbous cock head. We both quivered with anticipation as I lined up at her entrance. "Give it to me!" she hissed with a wicked sneer.

With one quick thrust, I buried my cock inside her wetness. We both groaned with pleasure. I paused for a moment, fearing I would climax too early. Sophie didn't like my decision, and she immediately began rocking back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her tight lips. "Oh yes," she groaned. "Fuck me, Master."

Her dirty talk always drove me wild, and I responded instantly. I leaned forward, placing my chest against her bare back. I reached around and fondled her breast with one hand as I started to rhythmically thrust my cock into her. The room was filled with the soft slapping of flesh and our mutual grunting and moaning. Sophie was a noisy lover, and it always brought out a wilder side of me. I started fucking harder, burying my shaft deep inside her with each strong, quick thrust. She responded with more dirty talk, calling me "her master" and begging for me to "fuck her harder". I obliged, and in a matter of minutes, we were both in a state of frenzy. I could feel my balls rising as they prepared to unload for the second time. Sophie was equally close to another climax. "Fill me up!" she pleaded, and that was all it took. I growled ferociously as my cock pulsed and I started to cum inside her. She responded almost immediately, and I felt her pussy milking my dick as she reached her climax. I continued pumping for several seconds, spraying every last drop. Finally, we collapsed in a heap. We kissed passionately for several minutes. Both fatigued, and knowing that sunrise was near we wrapped our naked bodies together and waited for sleep to come.

My eyes snapped open and instantly I was wide awake. An unexpected sound had brought me out of my trancelike sleep. The sarcophagus lid was closed, but I instinctively knew that the sun was still up. I felt a stirring next to me and knew that Sophie was awake as well. We both possessed the keen senses of a predator, and we could tell that danger was nearby. I held my breath and listened carefully. I could hear the faint whisper of footsteps as they crossed the floor above us.

"Shit," Sophie whispered. "Someone's here!" I could hear the fright in her voice.

I knew there was no time to analyze the situation. I reacted without thinking. With one arm I pushed off the hundred-pound lid of our dark bed as if it were a feather. I leaped out and onto the floor, then reached up to help Sophie. The candles had long since burned away and the room was still pitch black, but powerful eyes took in every inch of her fine nude body. "Get dressed" I whispered. "Hurry." Sophie quickly found her skirt and blouse and put them on, leaving her torn underwear on the floor. I also dressed quickly, realizing it wouldn't take long for our visitor to find that hidden door that led to my secret lair.

When we both had our shoes on I grabbed Sophie's hand. "This way," I whispered. I led her to the back wall of the room and we ducked behind the black velvet drapes. I knelt and removed the cover from a vent shaft that wasn't much broader than my shoulders. I helped Sophie into the opening and then followed her, pausing only long enough to close the grate behind me. My heart was pounding in my chest as I tried not to think what would happen if we were caught. It's a popular belief that vampires can be destroyed by daylight. That school of thought was completely incorrect, and our visitor would no doubt be aware of that. He would also undoubtedly know that we are weakest during midday and that I would be unable to defend myself if outnumbered by mortals. Therefore, it was important to escape in a hurry.

I could tell Sophie was equally frightened as she wiggled along on her belly. After about 15 feet the shaft ended, and we found ourselves in a small room. "I built this right after I moved in," I explained to Sophie. "I have an escape route in all my homes. This is the first time I've ever had to use one."

Sophie nodded at my explanation but said nothing. Her body was trembling, and it was obvious she was in a state of shock. I wrapped an arm around her. "Come, my Love," I whispered. "We can't stop here." There was a door on the other side of the room and I directed Sophie through it. It opened into an old sewer main that was no longer used. We followed the tunnel for about 10 minutes before it came out beneath the street near a lake in the park. The sun was still shining brightly, and Sophie's first reaction was to retreat. I could feel the energy being drained from my body, but I took her hand and we both walked out into the day.

I kept my arm tight around Sophie as we crossed the park and started walking along the city sidewalk, back toward my townhouse. The sun hurt my eyes and I had to keep them squinted. Sophie was still a bit traumatized by our experience, and she was having trouble holding back her sobs. Everyone we passed seemed to be staring, but I didn't know if it was because of her behavior, or the way her braless tits were jostling in the now dirt-covered thin white blouse. About two blocks from the townhouse was the garage where I kept my car. I led Sophie to the large black Mercedes, and after making sure no one was around I opened the trunk. She climbed in and I closed the lid. I drove to a distant, secluded spot and parked. When I opened the trunk, I saw that Sophie was sound asleep, but her face was stained with vibrant red tears. I looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then I slipped into the trunk and closed it. In a matter of seconds, I was asleep.