Haley Thistle
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The Vampire Bat
🕑 Added 2023-01-03 20:00:01 +0000 UTCFor a while I was afraid to write any vampire stories. As we all know now those are some of my most popular stories. But long before the vampire clinic I had a few vampire bats to keep the monster lovers at peace. This was my first attempt at the vampire genre.
Female Reader x Male Monster
Originally Published: September 9th, 2017
It’s dark when you get home, then again it always is. You use to think working the late shift would be easy and fun, it’s only you and your coworkers in the store. You didn’t consider that the walk home would be so terrifying. You’ve started keeping your box cutter with you in your bag as well as a can of pepper spray on your keychain. You would ask your coworkers for a ride home, but some of them are gone before you even lock the front door.
That was before though. Now as you make your way home you hear the familiar flapping above you and as you stop to look up he lands before you. He kneels then stands, towering above you as he kneels down and kisses you.
“Did you just wake up?” You ask as you wipe the crust from the corners of his eyes, having to stand on tip-toe to reach.
He yawns, his wide mouth stretching open. “Yeah,” he grumbles and takes your hand.
You squeeze his hand and saddle up to his side, putting your arm around his narrow waist. He holds you, his body warm and he smells like the scented sachet you keep in the closet.
Several months ago, back when you would hold so tightly onto your keys your knuckles turned white, you had been walking home like always. As you’re about to walk up the stairs to your apartment, someone comes out of the shadows. You try to run but then someone appears at the bottom of the stairs. Your fingers fumble and you drop your keys, as you desperately try to grab them back up your hair is snatched and you’re pulled to the ground. You’re screaming and crying, feeling them grabbing your body and pulling you behind the trees. You kick and fight, but one of them punches you in the stomach and you topple over in a heap. As you’re trying to remember how to breathe you hear screaming. There is shouting and terrified cries and the sound of large, flapping wings. You tremble in fear, holding yourself as the screams stop. You then feel something warm and soft against your back and you’re enveloped and protected from the world.
“You’re safe, no one will hurt you ever again,” his voice is gentle and deep. “I promise…just don’t be afraid.”
You shudder as you start to cry, sniveling and shaking as they pick you and carry you to your apartment. You just remember feeling warm, the fur on their chest so soft. His touch is gentle and warm as he cleans you up, and while his appearance does startle you, you can’t be afraid of him after what happened.
He’s tall and thin, massive leathery wings that end with his hands, long, narrow fingers with knobby joints. He’s covered in dark fur, but it’s soft like a kitten. His face is squished and flat, his mouth wide. He has large, massive ears that flick and turn every time you move.
Now, he meets you on your walk home every night, making sure you’re safe. For a while, he left you at your front door after he made sure you were home safe and sound. Soon though, you insisted he come inside, and not long after that, he started sleeping in your closet during the day.
As you get home you’re happy to see he already has the coffee pot ready and the aroma fills the house. You kiss him again and wrap your arms around his narrow waist. He wraps his wings around you, meeting your kiss now that sleep has worn off.
“I’ll make something to eat,” you peck a kiss to his smooshed nose. “Then you can eat.”
He nods, “thank you,” he murmurs and he touches your cheek gently before releasing you from the cocoon of his wings.
You take out a frozen pizza and make yourself a cup of coffee. As you stand by the oven drinking from the warm mug he snuggles up behind you, kissing the nape of your neck and tugging down the collar of your shirt. You moan softly, pressing against his chest as his lips part and his tongue lathes over your skin.
“Go ahead,” you murmur.
“But you haven’t eaten,” he growls.
You smile back at him, “go ahead, you seem hungry.” You strip off your shirt and he makes quick work of your bra. He kisses your shoulder again and licks, his lips then part and you feel his teeth against your skin. You bite your lip, feeling the sharp fangs press against your flesh and then puncture. The pain is only momentary as he begins to suck, drinking from you deeply and then suddenly stops.
“What?” Your eyes flutter.
“Your blood…iron is low,” he licks his lips and then at the puncture wounds.
“Oh,” you huff, “I must be starting.”
He kisses your bare back, his arms wrapping around you and cupping your breasts. “They are heavier.”
You scoff and lean into his back, “get me my comfy shirt, please?”
He nods and leaves you, returning a moment later with your favorite shirt. You slip it on then place the pizza in the oven.
“Are you sure you had enough?” You ask as you turn back to him.
“Enough,” he murmurs, “I’ll go out hunting after you go to bed. I don’t want you getting sick again like last time.”
You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “You’re too sweet.”
He rubs your back and you sigh, it feels so good. You’re back had been hurting all day, now you knew why.
“Pizza is ready,” he murmurs into your ear, teasingly seductive and you giggle.
You take your food and join him on the sofa, watching movies and cuddled against him. He keeps one wing wrapped around you and soon exhaustion and his warmth take over and you begin to nod off. You head bobs against his chest and he lifts you up, taking you to bed and tucking you in.
“Sleep well,” he murmurs and kisses your forehead.
“Happy hunting, stay safe,” you coo, snuggling into your pillow. “I’m off tomorrow, so I’ll see you first thing.”
“I’m glad,” he kisses you sweetly and turns out the light.
You wake up cramping and when you stumble to the bathroom you feel blood running down your legs. “Fucking great,” you kick off your underwear as you get into the bathroom and you start a hot tub. You set your period supplies on the counter so they would be ready when you got out.
Sinking into the hot bath is the best feeling in the world, you groan and relax, closing your eyes. You hear the room door open and you peek open an eye, seeing your vampire bat pick up your blood soaked panties.
“Babe, don’t eat those,” you tease.
He looks up at you and sticks his tongue out. “You woke me up, smelling so good.”
You chuckle, “perhaps I should have let you lick me clean first.”
“I already licked the sheets.”
You groan, “well, I needed to do laundry anyway.”
He sits by the tub, laying his head on the edge and watching you. “Cramping?”
You nod, “it woke me up,” you kiss the tip of his nose then nuzzle to his cheek. “Did you find something to eat last night?”
“Yes, I found a nice big drunk guy,” he smirks.
“You must have slept well then,” you stretch.
“Not really,” he shrugs, “I kept smelling you all night, and that only made me hungrier and hungrier,” he purrs seductively into your ear
You feel yourself grow warmer, and not just from the bath. “Mm,” you wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t tease me, babe.”
He kisses your neck and moans against your skin. “You smell so good, I can’t help it.” He plucks you out of the water. “I’ll go start your coffee,” he murmurs. “I’ll keep my teasing to a minimum until you’ve eaten.”
“Well aren’t you considerate,” you giggle. After he leaves, you dress and slip a pad on before you walk into the kitchen and watch as he sets up the coffee pot. As it percolates you munch on cold pizza from the night before.
You notice he is lingering around you, remaining close and keeping his hands on you. He leans in and sniffs, but never places his lips or nose directly on you. You smile and press your rear against him, wiggling it and feeling the bulge growing there.
He grips your hip with one long hand and stills you. “Don’t,” he growls warningly.
“Why not?” You peek over your shoulder at him. “Not afraid of a little blood are you?”
He curls his lip at you, “you should be.” He yanks down your underwear and kneels between your thighs. You let out a gasp as you feel his tongue lapping at your entrance, he snarls and growls, his sharp fingers digging into your plump rear and thighs. You bend further over the counter top, biting your lip as you groan pleasured. His tongue pushes inside and swirls around, making you swoon at the sensation. His tongue is so long and it’s able to burrow itself deep.
He growls hungrily slurping at you. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he laughs, “you’re cream is overpowering.”
You giggle, “you feel too good, I can’t help it.”
He rises back up and grips the counter on either side of you. He rubs up against your thigh and you wriggle excitedly as you feel his length. He breathes against the nape of your neck and a low growl rumbles in his throat. His chest is warm and soft against your back but as he presses closer you can feel how solid he is, how strong his body is.
You reach between your thighs and touch him. The head of his cock is bulbous and slippery, already seeping thick precum. His shaft is long, bulging and growing thicker towards the center. You guide him into place, rubbing him against you folds before he pushes his hips forward and stretches you open.
“Ah,” you groan and press your cheek to the counter, enjoying the sensation of him filling you and inching deeper and deeper inside you.
“So warm,” he purrs as he stills his hips long enough to enjoy you tightening around him. He grips onto your hips, squeezing and kneading your soft flesh as he begins to move slowly. Pulling out in a tantalizing snail pace, shoving back in hard and fast before he pulled out completely. You squeal in pleasure as he does this several more times, each time picking up speed until he thrusting hard and fast inside of you.
You’re moaning and crying out, your arms stretched out across the countertop, you feel the rush of heat, the lightning flashing in your belly. You squeeze tight onto him, feeling your peak build and build until you topple over the edge. You cry out loudly, back arching and pressing into his chest again. You wrap your arm around his neck and his lips drag down your skin until you feel that familiar sting as his teeth puncture your skin.
You whimper softly, biting your lip as he drinks of your deeply, his hips buck and tremble, gushing hotly inside. He stuffs you full, mixing with your blood and slowly dripping out. You pant and fall back against him as he lifts his head, panting heavily.
“Over already?” You purr. “You must have really been holding back.”
He kisses your neck and cheek. “Since I got back from my hunt,” he growls into your ear. “I wanted to wake you and take you then, but I knew you’d be in pain.”
You smile at him, kissing his cheek and nuzzling into his neck.
“Besides, you’re at your best when you first wake up,” he smirks. “So it was worth the wait.” He kisses you lovingly, petting your hair away from your face. “I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off your today.”
You lick your lips, “well, you know how I am during my period. I may have a hard time leaving you alone.”
“Give me a few more minutes and I can give you a longer ride,” he purrs into your ear.
You shiver, “uhm…let me have my coffee, then we’ll see.”
He kisses you cheek and laughs “I love you.”
You nod and kiss him, “love you too.”
