The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The next morning I woke up dazed and alone. My mind seemed to be shrouded in fog. There was something important in the fog, too, but I couldn’t find it. The only thing I knew for sure was that I had had sex with somebody the night before. The room reeked of pussy. I got up groggily and fixed myself some tea. I went out to get the Sunday morning paper, intending to read it as I drank my tea. After four cups of English Breakfast and half the comics, I gave up. I went back to bed.

I woke up with a start. It was almost dark outside, meaning I had been asleep for almost seven hours. I sure felt a lot better, but I was sure that getting back to sleep and getting up Monday morning was going to be a bitch. I brushed the fur off my teeth and fixed dinner. I ate a lot, even using the Thanksgiving definition of the word. After dinner, I read the abandoned paper, waiting for the after-meal “sleepies” to hit. With all the food I had eaten, I knew they’d hit me hard.

They did—sort of. Within three minutes of lying down, I was asleep. Instead of the heavy duty power nap I had anticipated, I slept lightly, fitfully, having a recurring dream of a beautiful dark-haired woman with brown eyes. I kept dreaming that she was everywhere I went. She called me by name, her arms were outstretched and she kept repeating the word “open...”

Suddenly, I woke up. Victoria was naked, straddling me. My bedroom window was open, but I didn’t (still don’t) remember having opened it. My questions went unasked, however, for Victoria settled onto my hard (don’t know how THAT happened, either) cock with a happy sigh. She pumped at me slowly, eyes closed, moaning softly. Her cunt held me in its velvet vise, and I moaned with her.

She silently pleasured both of us. She acted as if she were testing the effects of various movements astride me. She’d bounce herself up and down for a while, then she rolled her hips forward and back. Victoria then rolled her hips from side to side, then changed to a circular motion. Her eyes were closed throughout. She finally settled on the sliding forward to back movement.

Abruptly, she leaned forward and looked deeply into my eyes. Her hands pinned my arms to the bed. I descended from nirvana long enough to realize she wanted something. “Of your own free will, David, do you want me?” she softly asked.

“Ohhh, goddd, yesss, Victoriiiiaaa!!!” I moaned. The sensations were intense now, and coherent thought was becoming more difficult.

She kept talking, however. “You can say no. Will you have me then, David?”

“As much a—a—as I—c—c—ca—cannnnn.”

“Then I happily claim you as mine, also,” Victoria gently said, and my ejaculation let loose. I shuddered with each spasm, arching my back way off the bed. I felt very light-headed. Victoria’s tongue was flicking back and forth against my neck. Her hair and scent filled my nose, and I was oblivious to anything else. I came for as long as I sensed her tongue lapping at my neck. She finally sat up, with me still in her. There was a tender, loving expression on her face.

The blood around her mouth, bright red eyes, and sharp fangs contrasted greatly with her facial expression. “I love you, David.” She leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. As my consciousness fled, and my vision went black, I thought I heard her say, “Happy wedding day, darling...”

I called in sick to work about an hour after I was supposed to be there on Monday morning. I remembered all of the last three days clearly, especially the sight of Victoria atop me, eyes shining blood red, my blood smeared all around her mouth. Her fangs were long and sharp. They were particularly vivid in my mind’s snapshot of her. I kept the blinds closed, and worried the whole day. The trip of it was that I felt fine, no, perfect! Except that I hadn’t eaten all day, and my stomach’s complaints became more frequent as the day passed.

Great. I’m a fucking hypoglycemic vampire, I brooded. And it won’t be dark for another three hours. Maybe I could call for pizza and have the delivery person... Nahhh. That wouldn’t work. They’d know exactly where to look. I pulled out my copy of Bram Stoker’s book, and began to read the only source of information that I had about my new life.

Half an hour later, I went to the john for the first time. Where I made a startling discovery. I wasn’t invisible in the mirror! I checked my mouth—no fangs. Of course, there were a couple of holes in my neck, but that didn’t stop me from heading for the kitchen to cook. Using garlic liberally, I made a wonderful meal and attacked it, polishing my plate. I sat back in the chair after brushing my teeth. My stomach was happy, I was happy, and I was almost ready to believe that it had all been a dream.

At least until I heard the key in the lock, and the front door opened. Victoria walked in, a gigantic smile on her face. “How wonderful to see you, darling! I was out in the sun all day, I could not resist!” The musical voice and accent were exactly as I had dreamt. This was not a good sign. Before I could ask any questions, Victoria kissed me deeply and passionately. I couldn’t help responding. Her eyes, brown once again, sparkled. “Honey, I’m home—is that not how you say it?” she joyfully asked. She sat down and looked around the apartment. “You have so little furniture—but it will make moving easier,” she said brightly.

I sat in the chair next to hers’. Moving? I wasn’t planning on... Victoria faced me, obviously expecting me to say something. I figured that asking the earliest question on my mind might be a good place to start. Any new ones could wait. “Excuse me, but I know your name is Victoria, and we’ve had really great sex the past three nights, but exactly who the fuck are you?”

Her eyes got a faraway look when I said “great sex.” Victoria nodded, smiling, and half to herself said, “Yes... wonderful sex.” My cock stiffened. NOT NOW, I forced myself to think. She came back from her reverie a few seconds later, and in an “I’m-surprised-that-you-would-ask” tone of voice, replied, “I am your wife. You said you wanted me, and that you would have me.”

I took a deep breath. “R-i-i-ight.” This wasn’t going anywhere. “OK, so suppose that we are married according to some native custom of your home country. That doesn’t work in this country, so, we’re not really married. Don’t you see?”

“We are married, my love,” she insisted gently. I groaned inwardly. The marriage question wasn’t getting answered to my satisfaction. Maybe I’d better try a different one.

“OK, we’re married. That’s all fine and good. Putting that aside, I have puncture wounds on my neck, and I very clearly remember you sitting on me, with my blood all over your face. So would you please tell me just what the fuck I’ve married, and why I’m here talking to a figment of my imagination!!!” Whew. That was a lot for one breath.

Victoria smiled sweetly. She narrowed her eyes, and said in a husky voice, “If I tell you, will you—eat my pussy?” There was hope written all over her lovely face. I almost laughed out loud despite my near-hysterical mood at the way she said “pussy.” It came out sounding like “poo-see” in her accented English. OK, she was cute, but I still didn’t have any answers. Victoria waited, but got no reaction from me, so she started her story.

“I am Victoria, Countess of Carpathia, daughter of Vlad and Mina, wife to David. I am half—no, quarter now, vampire. By desiring, and accepting me, you have freed me from the bounds of the night. It was wonderful to walk in sun again.” My head spun, and I was having trouble grasping the implications of what she had just said. My wife was about three times older than I was, for one.

“Uhh... er, ummmm... About this wife business,” I tentatively began.

“It would be very bad to disclaim each other now, after exchange of vows and blood. We would both turn into full vampires.” I gave her a blank look. “Like my father, in book,” she finished. Crushed hope and realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Victoria shifted in her chair. “Do not worry. I am not bad wife. I have much money, and I will always be pretty. I came back to America to find mate, break night curse. I do not like Carpathian men, they are... uncivilized. Besides, they are all afraid of me, walk around smelling like garlic.” She made a face.

“So divorce is out of the question?” I weakly asked.

“Unless you want to sleep in coffin, never eat food or drink anything but blood, yes.”

“Victoria,” I began, trying to reason (with a vampire, shows how clearly I was thinking at the moment), “I... I... You... You just don’t realize how difficult this is for me. I just can’t go around telling people I’m married all of a sudden. I mean, my family and friends won’t believe this happened so quickly. What about my day job? I like garlic bread. This apartment is really too small for two people...” My concerns flowed freely in no particular order.

Victoria listened to me calmly. “Is custom for engagement in America, yes?” I nodded, my complaints interrupted by her voice. “Then we must—date—for while. Then we can marry in church and live together.” I nodded dumbly again. She pouted. “Then I will be alone in house I bought today.”

“You did WHAT???” I gaped at her.

She sniffled, a tear trickling out of an eye. “We need a place to live together. You said this was too small just now. I saw a nice house today, so I buy it. It would make a nice home. But it will not be home until you move in.” The disappointment in her voice that covered the last sentence made me feel funny.

“Victoria, I’d make a lousy vampire. I’m not a night person,” I pleaded.

She shook her head. “There is no way to break vows. You are wonderful man, I choose you in bar right away, you accept me. I love you.” Her face brightened. “I will teach you how to be vampire. I will teach you how to get pretty girls with fangs.” She got my attention with that one.

I gave her a funny look. “Sex with only me for next 500 years will get boring, I think. I will—find other men for myself, too. We will always return to each other, for we are bound by our vows.” She kissed me on the neck, and I shivered involuntarily. “Don’t be afraid,” she whispered. Victoria leaned on me and nibbled on my ear. “Bite me. On my neck. Think about fangs and biting.”

I did, and my mouth felt funny, like I had too many teeth. I tentatively fixed my teeth on her neck and bit, gently at first, then harder as her skin resisted. A warm, salty fluid filled my mouth, and Victoria sighed, “Ohhhh!” I felt her sag against me, and as her blood flowed, it felt as if she were a part of me. I felt her mouth against my neck, and Victoria bit me. My body and soul sizzled as we drank each other’s blood. The feeling made me suck harder, and it grew more intense in return.

It was much more intimate, much more fun and fulfilling than normal sex could EVER be. Yep, I’d found something exponentially better than coming. I reluctantly stopped, because the ecstasy was making the room start to spin. Victoria sat on my lap, kissing me lightly on the face and gently kneading my shoulders. I could definitely get used to this, I decided. “Married? Can you have kids?”