Author's Note

Story title came from an Eighteen Visions song from Yesterday is Time Killed. They were a lot edgier during their early metalcore days. More than anything I'm just poking fun. Just consider this a bad parody of both the erotica and vampire genres. It's not meant to be taken seriously...Like...at all.

P.S. For those who got lost do to shitty writing, this was a role-play session between my OCs. Never tried a story like this before, so we'll see how it goes.

Sacrilegious Blood

It was a chilly autumn night in late October. Rain drenched the landscape below. Under the streetlights, a black stallion wandered the streets of a suburban community. His mane was bright as the afternoon sun. His clothes were darker than the night which encapsulated him. From an outside perspective, his circumstances appeared bleak. However, despite the harsh conditions, he composed himself in a confident, self-assured manner. Unbeknownst to him, he was being closely watched...Very closely...

"Hmhm...So cute..."

A silhouette flew from overhead, careful not to let itself be spotted...At least for the time being...

A short while later, the stallion paused under one of the lights. He looked toward the sky, as though pondering what to do next. His heart nearly stopped when he felt a hoof tap his shoulder. He quickly spun back to see a white Pegasus floating before him. Her lips were coated in a shadowy black. She held an umbrella above to shield herself from the rain.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you." she stated. Her voice was light and sweet. From the stallion's perspective, she appeared non-threatening enough.

"No worries."

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you out in this weather? I'd imagine being weighed down by wet clothes wouldn't make getting around any easier, not to mention you'll probably catch a cold."

"Got nowhere to go."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?"

"I don't follow."

The mare moved toward her counterpart, allowing him to join her under the protection of the canopy.

"You can stay at my place until the storm lets up."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. We don't even know each other's names yet."

"Atmospheric. Your turn."

The stallion stared with simultaneous confusion and discomfort.

"Um...Harmonic..."

"There. Was that so hard?"

Atmospheric held out her hoof. Harmonic gazed at it for a moment before voicing his concerns.

"You're not a serial killer or somethin' are you?"

Atmospheric snorted, struggling to suppress her laughter.

"I can see why you might think that. You're probably wondering why I'm out so late too, right? I was trying to pick up something from the store, but they were already closed by the time I got there."

"Ah."

"I couldn't just leave you here without it weighing on my conscience all night."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna impose."

"It's no trouble. I live alone, so we don't have to worry about disturbing anybody."

"Guess it's better than staying out here all night."

Atmospheric nodded and began walking. Harmonic followed close behind.

Atmospheric led Harmonic to a small house not far up the road. The steps were surrounded by potted plants that gave it a distinctly homey feel.

"This is my humble abode."

"Not too shabby."

"Well, we shouldn't stand around admiring the scenery. Let's head inside. I'll dry your clothes and get you something warm to eat."

"Thank you for your kindness."

"Think nothing of it. I'm just doing what I feel is right."

"Well, I'm grateful."

"And your gratitude is appreciated."

"Now the real fun starts."

Once they were inside, Atmospheric took Harmonic's clothes. While she prepared his meal, he took a hot shower in the bathroom down the hall. The tension melted away while he washed his mane and fur.

"I figured she'd be into the idea. Still, I had no clue she'd be this eager."

His gaze shifted between the cross around his neck and the bracelet on his hoof.

"I've really gotta stop underestimating people. Old habits die hard, I guess..."

Harmonic and Atmospheric enjoyed a pleasant meal together. They spoke of their lives up to that point and where they intended to go from there. It was as though they were genuinely meeting for the first time.

"Your clothes should be ready soon. Why don't you go wait in my room? We'll get some sleep when they're done."

"Sleep sounds amazing right about now."

"I'd imagine."

"I can take care of the dishes. You've done so much for me. It's the least I can do."

"Don't worry about it. We'll take care of it in the morning."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. There are more...Interesting...Things I'm concerned with at the moment."

"Long as you're okay with it."

"Oh, trust me. I am."

Atmospheric smiled. Harmonic decided not to question the situation any further. He headed toward the end of the hall.

Harmonic continued to warm himself in front of his host's heater. The world around him barely seemed to exist anymore as he became lost in his thoughts. He felt at peace, entering what he would later presume to be a flow state. Once again, Atmospheric observed from a safe distance. This was the moment where the line between fantasy and reality blurred. Her curiosity shackled her motionless. She wondered what his beliefs about spirituality had been before she revealed her secret to him.

Fifteen minutes later, Atmospheric gently pulled open the door. At first, she thought Harmonic was just pretending not to notice. It soon became apparent he genuinely hadn't heard her. She snuck up behind him, placing both hooves on his shoulders.

"(Hey, hon.)" Harmonic muttered sweetly, breaking character.

"(Are you having fun?)"

"(Yeah. Your acting's incredible. You could be in movie roles if you wanted.)"

"(Ya think?)"

"(Absolutely. You'd be a hit.)"

"(Do you mind if I improvise?)"

"(What'd you have in mind?)"

"(You'll see.)"

Atmospheric cleared her throat, reassuming her role.

"I'm here."

Harmonic turned his head to face her. Treating his wife like a stranger felt odd, though it certainly added a layer of tension he couldn't help but find enthralling.

"Sorry. I didn't hear you come in."

"No worries."

Atmospheric gestured for her husband to turn around. He obliged.

"Can I ask you a personal question?"

"I'm an open book."

"Are you a religious man?"

"You mean the cross?"

Atmospheric nodded.

"Truth be told, I fall more on the agnostic scale. I haven't really experienced anything 'supernatural' so to speak, but I'm open to the idea. I mostly just wear it 'cause I think it looks cool."

"So you wouldn't consider yourself among the faithless?"

"Not entirely at least."

"Perhaps I can sway you further along the spiritual path."

"How?"

"I have experience with sights beyond the mortal realm...Among other things..."

"Are you psychic?"

"Not exactly."

"Then...What are you implying?"

"How about you tell me?"

Atmospheric grinned, revealing a set of plastic fangs. Harmonic did his best to feign fear, but their combined arousal had long since taken control of the scenario.

"I'm gonna go get my clothes."

Harmonic attempted to get up and leave. Atmospheric blocked him.

"Why so frightened? I don't bite...Much..."

"What are you-"

Atmospheric raised a hoof to her husband's lips.

"Shhh...Don't be afraid...I know what you want...It's not unusual to find your savior...Compelling..."

"I..."

"Don't worry about your clothes. You won't need them for what I have planned. Tonight, I'm gonna rock your world..."

Gothic hardcore began to play from the radio on Harmonic's side of the bed. The volume was kept low so as not to disturb their neighbors. Atmospheric backed away. She began to dance in a provocative manner, pushing her bangs back and unzipping her coat.

"I find the concept of divinity quite intoxicating," she said with a smirk, "Don't you?"

"We can drop the charade now. I don't think I can contain myself anymore."

"Aw! I was just getting into it, too!"

"Aw, don't pout. If it's any consolation, no one could've done it better."

"Ya mean it?"

"I've seen a lot of vampire flicks. None of them hold a candle to what you just pulled off."

"You don't have to butter me up."

"I mean it. You're a shoo-in for best actress of the century."

"Only the century?"

"All time to me, but you get what I mean."

"Well, if you mean that, I suppose I can reward you for being a good supporting role."

"Oh?"

Atmospheric continued to dance as she approached her significant other. She removed her fangs and placed them on her desk.

"I think I've teased you long enough. As a treat, I'll let you have your way with me this round."

It was Harmonic's turn to sport a mischievous smile. He pushed his wife to the floor, filling her maw with his erect stallionhood. She gazed up at him longingly. He pushed deeper, using both hooves to pull her forward until she was deepthroating him. He began to fuck her ferociously, tightening his grip the closer he grew to climax. His orgasm was powerful enough to cause convulsions. Every muscle in his body rattled with greed while he attempted to stabilize himself. He pulled his lover as close as he could, blasting four spurts of seminal fluid down her esophagus. Once his mind was clear enough to think, he pulled back out of concern.

"Are you okay?"

Atmospheric swallowed before responding.

"I'm fine. Did I scare you?"

"I got a bit carried away."

"I'm an angel, remember? I can hold my breath as long as I want."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot."

"I really turned you on, didn't I?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"Looks like you're still raring to go. I think I can help with that."

Atmospheric rose back to her hooves. She approached her husband once more, sliding his cock between her haunches. She was sleek with anticipation.

"Here's a riddle. What's the difference between an angel and a vampire?"

"What?"

"One is an undead killing machine designed to snuff out life where it finds it. The other..."

"You think we're ready?"

"You like being adventurous from time to time, right? What grander adventure is there?"

"Woah..."

"Now, be a good boy and fuck my brains out."

Harmonic saluted.

"Yes, ma'am!"