The lights dimmed throughout the movie theater as the bass rumbled with the first explosion of an action movie trailer. The leather seats creaked and popcorn bins rustled as the handful of patrons settled in for the Tuesday night showing.
Jasper and Nora had an entire row to themselves. A sports car drifted around a corner on-screen, casting a red light across the theatre as Nora leaned over to whisper in Jasper’s ear.
Jasper stiffened, and he glanced around the row just to make sure it was still empty. “But you just ate!”
“Yeah, but action movies always make me hungry!”
Nora licked her lips and the shell of Jasper’s ear. “All the blood.”
Jasper gulped. He would have loved to be a sweet and doting boyfriend and gone to buy Nora as many overpriced candy bars as she wanted, but that was not an option.
Nora had very extreme dietary restrictions, so she did not eat overpriced candy bars or even regular candy bars, nor did she eat popcorn or any kind of grain, nor meat, nor tofu.
Nora was a vampire. And while the sight or smell of blood always got her ravenous—a detail that Jasper should have remembered when he recommended they go see the new Umpires of the Universe movie—Nora primarily subsisted on semen.
Specifically, Jasper’s semen.
It was an option for all vampires, but few took to it as gleefully as Nora. And Jasper couldn’t really complain, all things considered. Nora was funny and weird and pretty and someone he would have dated regardless.
So much so, in fact, that Jasper still couldn’t quite believe that she wanted to be with him. He’d made the offer many times that she didn’t have to date him to suck him dry. But she’d always just laughed it off. He could almost believe—almost—that she still would have dated him regardless of his own condition.
Jasper had a particularly extreme case of hyperspermia. And although Nora had indeed sucked him dry in the parking lot, although she had massaged his perineum in that way that always made him cum extra hard, although he would have said he was totally spent…
When Nora saw blood, she got hungry.
And when Nora got hungry, Jasper got horny.
And for a reason that Jasper still did not quite understand, the more and harder he came, the more and faster his body replenished. His refractory period was all of two minutes by this point, a fact that Nora happily abused on weekends.
So, just the tip of Nora’s tongue on his ear, just the hint that she was hungry, was enough to send Jasper’s cock throbbing to attention.
And Nora knew it, saw him hardening under his pants, and her soft laugh trailed down his spine.
“We can go to the bathroom,” Jasper whispered.
“No, I don’t want you to miss any of your movie. You’re so excited to see it! Just relax, you’ll hardly notice me.”
Jasper wanted to protest that he was going to be missing the movie either way, that there was not much else he could think about with her mouth around his cock, that this was the only movie theater in town that put real butter on their popcorn and he didn’t want to be banned forever, but she had already ducked down to kneel between his legs, and he was only going to be more conspicuous if he tried to lean down to protest.
And then her hands were on the front of his pants, massaging his throbbing cock through the fabric, and it was all he could do to not moan aloud.
It was not their first time having public sex, but it always made Jasper just as nervous. And the anxiety delayed his climax, which was great for Nora—he came extra hard and extra long—but nerve-wracking for Jasper.
Even if… deep down, maybe he liked how risky it felt.
He certainly loved how her mouth felt around him, and his whole body tensed as she unzipped his pants and enveloped him. This time there was no teasing, no foreplay—just straight to the back of her throat immediately. Nora really was hungry.
It was his own damn fault for bringing her to a bloody action movie. And he really had been excited—no wonder she hadn’t said anything. She’d probably resolved to tough it out, and then actually seeing the blood had been too much.
He could imagine the way her mouth had watered, how her resolve had slowly melted, how her hunger for that blood had so quickly become a hunger for his cock…
Jasper shuddered and exhaled sharply as Nora pulled him down all the way to the hilt. Her long tongue stroked between his balls, which already throbbed heavily.
The last trailer finished, and the theater went dark and silent. Nora chose that moment to bob her head over Jasper’s cock, and he held his breath lest he announce their activities to the entire theater.
Then the Umpires of the Universe theme song blared and Jasper let his ragged breath saw in and out of his chest. God, what if someone thought he was having an anxiety attack and came over to try and help him? Then he’d really panic.
But with Nora’s mouth around his cock, Jasper couldn’t maintain a train of thought longer than about two cars, and his concerns melted in the heat of her tongue behind his balls again.
Another thing about vampires.
They didn’t really need to breathe.
Jasper’s hips bucked reflexively, and the plastic leather creaked under him. Shit! He needed to hold it together.
Nora knew how to read the cue and picked up the pace. A hot, dizzy arousal overwhelmed Jasper, and the movie became nothing more than a series of flashing, blurred lights as his awareness narrowed in on the heat of her tongue working around him.
Nora sucked and stroked and bobbed in all the ways she knew Jasper liked, and his arousal built quickly. His balls ached and his prostate throbbed, every nerve awake and shouting ‘FUCK YES’ as if it had been three months since his last release, not thirty minutes.
His muscles tensed with pre-orgasmic pleasure, and the heat of his pre-cum oozed down his length. As soon as Nora tasted it, she swallowed around him. The squeeze was so rhythmic and tight that Jasper was convinced that vampires were more perfectly adapted for cum sucking than most of them wanted to admit.
And fuck, was Nora effective.
Jasper panted as quietly as he could. He couldn’t hold his breath anymore, couldn’t hold back, prayed that the loud music wouldn’t fade at an inopportune time. That familiar heat coalesced in his base, curled in and condensed like a dying star, and then went absolutely super-nova.
The thing about hyperspermia was that he while his individual bursts were certainly above average, the real volume came from the fact that he just kept cumming.
He had plenty of time to appreciate how each surge felt inside of his cock, running from base to tip—how each convulsion squeezed not only his balls but also his prostate and the surrounding glands—how Nora swallowed around him, so greedy for everything he had to give—the suction and squeeze on his cock, practically sucking the cum out of him—how he would feel to her, his hot seed pouring down the back of her throat—that they were here in a movie theater, so close to being caught, the thrill of it making his heart pound even faster. Every time Nora sucked him off like this, it was a 4D high-def surround-sound clIMAX.
And he especially loved the long trail at the end, when both he and Nora awed, every time, that somehow he was still cumming. He wanted to measure it sometime to see just what kind of volume he was up to, but Nora was never not hungry for him and he couldn’t deny her. Needless to say, it was a lot.
He’d had a few close calls where the arousal had nearly overcome him before Nora could get to him, but she’d always arrived just in the nick of time. Being able to get somewhere as the crow flies—or more accurately, as the bat flies—was great for beating traffic. It was also ideal for dropping through the window in the bathroom at Jasper’s work. Nora didn’t make a big deal of it and she gave him his space when he needed it, but she was never very far away. Jasper didn’t mind—he liked all the time they spent together. And the six to twelve orgasms a day weren’t bad either.
Nora gave him one last affectionate slurp and then tucked him back into his pants.
Jasper returned to his senses as Nora returned to her seat.
His balls were light, his arousal sated—though by the end of the movie, he’d be aching again.
And it was a good thing too, because as the next fight scene sent arcs of blood across the screen, Jasper knew that Nora would be ravenous.
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