The Feeder By lindsay520, T - Z
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The Feeder By lindsay520
I glanced at my watch, 11:12 PM. It was time to head back to feed. It was
August 28, I had been feeding off of the human girl for exactly 3 weeks. For me,
most only lasted about three or four weeks, unlike my siblings, who shared a
feeder for at least six months to a year. Once the time came, we always helped
each other eliminate all traces of evidence afterward.
I remember I had picked up her scent last month while running through the
woods. She had a thick forest behind her house in Forks, Washington. I stopped
in my tracks when I caught her scent; it nearly knocked me off my feet. I had to
have her. I found her in her kitchen, putting dishes away. She was alone. I broke
in through the back door and flew through the house into the kitchen. She barely
had time to scream before I grabbed her. A glass fell from her hands, shattering
on the floor, and we were back out into the forest within 3 seconds. God did she
smell amazing. There was no way I could wait until we were back at my cabin. I
stopped in the middle of the forest and pinned her up against a large tree. Then I
sank my teeth into her neck, sucking until she was nearly unconscious. I knew
when to stop before she lost too much blood and I sealed the wound using the
venom on my tongue. Then I proceeded with her back to my cabin.
My footsteps echoed in the street against the buildings as I headed North through
a parking lot, towards the dense trees up ahead. This evening had been
uneventful. I met up with my brother Emmett and sister's husband Jasper in town
for a while and we hung out, stopped a few places, and talked for a while, but my
thoughts kept wandering back to the girl waiting for me in my cabin. Waiting was
not the appropriate word. She was probably dreading my return. There was
something about this one's blood that was so much different than other ones in
the past. It was so, enticing, so, irresistible. I swear I could smell her blood from
the tree line. None of the others had such a strong, desirable smell. Maybe I
could try to make her last longer? As I entered the forest, I broke into a run,
sailing over fallen trees and ducking under branches. About 7 miles in, my cabin
appeared in the distance.
I entered the front door and walked into the bedroom. She looked up at me, right
where I left her, her wrists tied to the bedpost. She had a tired and bored look on
her face. I suppose I could have left her the TV remote. I knew she was probably
expecting me as I normally gave in to my cravings around 11:00 PM. She sat up
a little, and sighed. I didn't speak to her, as usual. I kicked off my shoes and
walked over to her, untied the restraints, grasped her left wrist and led her to the
attached bathroom. She closed the door and I heard the toilet flush and the water
running. She opened the door and walked back to the bed, running her fingers
through her brown hair. She was barefoot, and wore bright green cotton shorts
and a white wife-beater, just a few of the 20 or so articles of clothing my sister
had dropped off amongst several other human necessities. Whenever I brought
home a new feeder, Alice simply needed an approximate height and weight, and
she gladly picked up everything they needed along with anything her and Jasper's
feeder needed. I estimated this one was about 5'3" and 110 pounds. It must be a
female thing, because Rose would shop for her and Emmett's feeder as well, and
they seemed to enjoy it.
I made a mental note to turn the air conditioner on before I left tomorrow. For a
human, it was pretty warm, hence the clothing she wore today, or lack thereof.
She robotically crawled to the middle of the bed and laid flat on her back. I guess
she knew the routine by now, after 3 weeks. 5 seconds went by and she lifted her
head up to look at me.
"Are you ready?" She asked softly.
I blinked. Never once, have I had a feeder give themselves up like she appeared
to be doing. The first week, I had to restrain her, hold her down, tune out her
screams as I drank from her. Like most feeders, she struggled. The second week,
she still struggled, but less, crying her eyes out as she pushed against my chest
until I took all I could before sealing the wound with my tongue. We've entered
the third week, and she gives up? Well, I wasn't going to complain, it made it
much easier.
I walked over to the bed and knelt between her legs, then leaned over her. My
face hovered over hers. Her eyes were closed. I grabbed her wrists and pinned
them above her head. She scrunched up her face and whimpered. I guess I really
didn't need to pin her arms, she wasn't struggling. I lifted her wrists and slowly
brought them back down to her sides. She opened her eyes in surprise and our
eyes met. Then, I bared my teeth and quickly bit into her neck, slicing open the
artery. She cried out and her body tensed. Her arms flew up and she pressed her
palms to my ribcage.
The warm blood flowed down my throat and I was again reminded of the amazing
difference her blood tasted compared to anyone else. It was beyond delicious, it
nearly drove me crazy. I swallowed once, twice, three times. I felt myself getting
hard, which always happened while feeding; it was an extremely heightening
experience for all my senses. As much as I would love to inflict friction on my
now hard as steel erection, I could never bring myself to sexually violating a
human girl. Drinking their blood was a survival need for me and I could meet my
sexual needs from any number of female vampires if I chose.
I knew I probably only had about another 30 to 60 seconds before she lost too
much blood. Just as I was about to seal the wound with my tongue, she did
something I never would have expected in the 109 years I have been in
existence. Before I knew what was happening, she had her right hand covering
the bulge in my pants. I quickly sealed the wound and held very still, my face still
buried in her neck, mouth agape, eyes wide open. She moved her hand, slid her
knees up around my hips and lifted her hips so that her center was pressed flush
up against the bulge. The friction was incredible, but what the fuck was she
doing? I couldn't think. The combination of the blood I had just consumed and my
arousal being acknowledged was overwhelming. I couldn't function. I stayed
frozen and silent in her neck, waiting. She started to move her hips slightly up
and down and I lost it. I flew up off of her and across the room in 1 second,
landing with both hands pressed up against the wall, my head down. I heard her
shuffling on the bed and turned my head around to look at her. She was still on
her back, knees lifted, but she had lifted herself up on her elbows. She looked
terrified.
"I'm sorry…I…don't know…what came over me." She stuttered nervously. She
looked scared, as if I would come over and finish her off. I couldn't form words to
say to her. Fuck, I didn't even know her name. We barley exchanged 10 words in
the 3 weeks I had held her captive, other than commands and telling her the
rules.
"I could have killed you." I said finally. She sat up, swung her legs over the edge
of the bed and stood up, but thought twice, and sat down.
"May I…please have a moment?" She asked quietly, gesturing to the bathroom. I
nodded. She quickly walked past me, her scent as powerful as I have ever
smelled her. She entered the bathroom and closed the door softly behind her.
I stayed frozen to my spot, both hands outstretched on the wall. My erection
hadn't subsided. I listened. She was crying softly, trying hard not to make a
sound, but of course I could hear through concrete walls, let alone a wooden
door. I heard her body slide down the wall and pictured her sitting with her arms
wrapped around her knees, hiding her face. A couple of minutes went by and my
pants were no longer straining to tear the seams. I sighed, then walked into the
bathroom. She was exactly how I had pictured her and abruptly looked up, a look
of pure terror on her face, again, as if I came in to murder her.
"Please, I'm sorry! I won't do anything like that ever again! Please don't!" She
sobbed, her back pressed firmly against the wall, pushing backwards as if she
was trying to get away from me. I walked over to her until I was standing directly
in front of her. She was squeezing her eyes shut. I bent down, slid my left arm
beneath her knees and my right arm behind her back and lifted her up. I walked
her back over to the bed and gently laid her down, placing her head on a pillow.
"Sleep." I said, then I walked out of the room.
I sat in my small living room for what seemed like about 3 hours. The TV flashed
brightly, but I had the sound turned all the way down. I stood up, clicked the TV
off, and walked back over to the bedroom. She was sound asleep. I quietly
walked up to the bed and stood over her, looking at the her. She lay curled up in
a ball. She looked about 20 or 21, long brown hair, brown eyes. She was actually
quite beautiful. I wondered what her name was. What the fuck am I thinking?
She's a human with whom I feed off of! I use her for her blood! She is nothing to
me other than a means to feed. My eyes stayed fixed on her.
By 7:33 AM, her heart rate changed and she began to stir. I knew she would
awake soon. I hadn't moved from my spot next to the bed, looking over her. She
uncurled from her position, and stretched out on her side. The wife-beater rode
up on her waist, exposing the skin on her side. The green shorts were also riding
up, and I could see the curve of her ass peeking out from the bottom of the
shorts. She stirred again and rolled onto her back. Her arms sli up above her
head onto the pillow. My eyes were drawn to her wife-beater inching upward,
now exposing her flat, tan stomach and little bellybutton. My eyes traveled up, oh
God, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were nearly visible beneath the thin
white cotton. I was hard again.
She slowly opened her eyes and gasped. She sat up and scurried backwards,
pinning herself up against the headboard. Well, naturally, who wouldn't be
freaked out if they awoke to someone standing over you, staring at you while you
slept? I felt like an idiot. I stood still, but turned my head away from her.
"I didn't intend to startle you." I said coldly. She was quiet. I looked back at her
and realized she had noticed my clearly visible erection through my pants. In 1
second, I turned myself around and flew out of the room, leaving her to herself.
I'm sure the fast, inhumane movements always made her uncomfortable, but
how could it get any worse now?
A few moments later, I ordered the girl to make herself something for breakfast.
She ate silently. I needed her to be well nourished so that I could continue to
drink from her. After breakfast, I tied her up as usual while I spent the afternoon
out. I stopped in, untying her so she could eat lunch, and allowed her to shower
and change clothing. Eventually, the sun began to set. I waited until she ate
dinner before I tied one wrist to the bed post. Before I left, I dropped the remote
to the bedroom TV beside her on the bed.
I couldn't wrap my head around what had happened the previous night and I was
driving myself crazy trying to make sense out of any of it, so I chose to avoid
thinking about it. I occupied myself by running into town and stopping a few
places, a book store, a music store. Then I simply walked through the streets
until everything was closed.
Well, by 11:55 PM, there was no more avoiding it. I needed to feed, badly. I
arrived home and entered the bedroom. The girl sat up. She had been dozing and
blinked the sleep from her eyes. I removed my shoes and routinely walked over
to her, untied her, led her to the bathroom, and silently waited. She exited the
bathroom and climbed onto the bed.
Tonight she wore a pair of white cotton shorts and another white wife-beater. Her
skin was tan against the white, it looked so smooth. It was about 80 degrees and
I realized I had forgotten to turn the AC on for her. I walked up to the bed and
knelt between her legs. She laid there, eyes closed, breathing heavily, waiting. I
leaned over her face and waited. She didn't open her eyes. I leaned down into
her neck and bit. Again, she cried out in brief pain and her hands instinctively
went up and pressed against my abdomen. She didn't push me away though,
really, there was no point, and she knew that.
I marveled in the thick warmth flowing down my throat and felt my body react,
my jeans beginning to tighten. My mind started to wander, and I thought of last
night...her hand pressed against my crotch, the friction, her hips, sliding...oh
God, I wanted it. I wanted her. I needed to feel it again.
I continued to drink. My knees started to slide down the bed, closer, closer, until
my groin came flush up against her center. My left hand started to move
downward, as if it had a mind of its own. It moved down her side, her hip, her
leg. My fingers curled underneath her knee and I lifted it up, bringing myself
tighter up against her. My hips started to glide in an upward and downward
movement, grinding against her core, pressing the bulge in my jeans all over her
white cotton shorts. I slid my tongue over her neck wound, sealing it, but still
kept my face buried in her neck. I could hear her heartbeat racing. Then I felt her
move. She lifted her other knee up and wrapped it around my hip, holding me
against her. Oh my God, was this actually happening?
I pressed my hardness into her center, reveling in the friction, if only my jeans
weren't restricting me. Then, as if she could read my mind, her hands started
moving. She slid them down my abdomen, and they grasped the top of my jeans,
her warm fingertips lying gently on my pelvis. I froze as she began unbuttoning
my jeans. I let out a half gasp half moan as I realized what was happening. She
started to push my jeans down. I helped, moving in inhumane speed to pull them
off and toss them on the floor, and was back above her before she could take
another breath, my face back up against her neck. With only my boxers
restricting me now, the friction was mind-blowing. Grinding up against her
center, I could feel the heat coming off of her. Her shorts were damp, I could
smell her arousal.
There was no use, I was gone. My hands started to feel her, moving up her sides,
underneath her wife-beater, along her ribcage. She let out a soft moan as my
cool hands found her small breasts, gently groping them. My palms slid over her
hardened nipples. I moved back down her body to them hem of her shorts. She
lifted her ass up off the bed giving me permission. I lifted my head up a little and
slowly peeled them off, she wasn't wearing anything underneath and I nearly
came at the realization. Then, she arched her back slightly off the bed and pulled
her wife-beater off, leaving herself fully exposed to me. She was perfect, other
than the scars I had left all over her neck. I pulled my t-shirt off and lay on top of
her warm body, her beautiful breasts pressing up against my cold, hard chest.
The only thing separating us was my boxers and my cock was begging to escape.
I continued to grind up against her. Then I heard her say, in the most erotic
whisper,
"What's your name?"
I lifted my head up above her face. Our eyes hadn't met at all this entire time
until now.
"Edward," I said, my black eyes burning into hers.
"Edward," she breathed, "please, I need this…it's been so long. I need you to fuck
me."
I'm surprised I didn't tear her in two. I ripped my boxers off and slammed into
her hot, wet center, hearing her yell,
"God yes!"
The way she said my name, whisperered it, pleaded for me to fuck her, was the
single hottest moment of my 109 years. I thrust in and out of her as she gasped
beneath me, her fists grasping the bed sheets. Her legs spread open wide. I eyed
her breasts jiggling up and down, up and down, with each thrust. I grabbed her
by her right shoulder and flipped her over, quickly grasping her hips and pulling
her back onto my cock. What a fucking beautiful ass on her, it jiggled slightly as I
pounded into her. I reached around and grabbed both breasts in my hands. She
was moaning loudly, it raw pleasure. Suddenly, she reached down in front of her
between her legs and cupped my balls. I was so far gone, curling my hips into
her, feral growls escaping my throat. Her heat, it was too much. I had never
fucked a human woman and the heat was absolutely indescribable. I couldn't get
enough. I found my hand sliding down her stomach, lower, lower, coming to rest
on her swollen clit. I applied the slightest pressure there, and she started to
quiver beneath me,
"Oh...oh God!" She screamed, I felt her pulse through her center and she started
convulsing from the inside, squeezing around my cock. I growled loudly and my
hips started to shake as I came. I continued to slide in and out of her until the
sensation subsided and I stopped, still inside of her. I couldn't get enough of that
heat, it was incredible. I had never felt this way before, it was sensory overload.
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