I relaxed my claws and caressed his muscular shoulders as a way of asking forgiveness for my brief assault. I felt my cheeks blush when he pulled away from me.
Vincent yanked off his black t-shirt and I watched it fall to the ground. I heard him unzipping his jeans and I knew he had lied. This man planned to have his way with me. I had to figure a way out of this.
I raised up on my all fours and extended my three inch claws in his direction. They came forth at the will of my unconscious demand, typically when I felt like I was in danger.
Vincent immediately tossed me to the side and rolled off the bed, standing at attention. “No, no, no,” he yelled, waving his hands at me to get my attention as if I didn’t see him. “I’m not going to take you, Emily. I only thought…” he stopped, running his hands again through his wavy air. His nervous reaction to me was so adorable.
“You want me to recipicate?” I asked.
He smiled again, this time shyly, almost innocently at me. “Is that too much to ask?” Vincent took his cock out of his jeans while still leaving them on and began caressing his enormous member. He stroked the shaft a few times, and then circled the tip of his head with a purpose. He was already hard, so I didn’t understand why he was taking the time to increase his erection, but obviously he did. It was a sight to behold. No men I knew would be so bold as to touch themselves. It was an exquisitely delightful gesture.
Suddenly a vision of having him inside me surfaced. My jaw dropped open and my knees weakened.
He joined me again on the bed. Vincent took my hands in his and placed one on his cock. My eyes grew wide and I relished the smoothness of his rod. He was hard as steel, yet smooth as velvet.
“You’re magnificent,” I mumbled. Did I really want this to happen? I wanted to pull away again out of fear and I felt my breathing stop. I was almost paralyzed by it all.
Before I could move, he pulled me to him, throwing one of his legs over my head and sat facing me. His long legs were positioned on each side of me. He grabbed at my elbows so I was almost sitting in his lap. He threw my shirt open and tenderly caressed my breasts. “It’s okay. Relax and just enjoy my touch. I won’t go any further than you desire.”
I bit down on my lips and felt tears forming in my eyes, not out of fear, but out of happiness. I had always wanted a real man to be my first and I was so thankful now that I had maintained my virginity in the Golden Kingdom all my twenty-five years. Vincent would be the man I’d give myself to.
He lowered his head and kissed the inside of my neck, letting his tongue travel up and down its side. His touch was so warm and inviting.
My head collapsed on his shoulder when he drove a finger, then two into my pussy.
He kept his eyes on me the whole time. We both felt the ecstasy of his slight penetration. Inwardly I begged for more. I gritted my teeth and inched closer towards him.
“Emily, wait,” he whispered.
“Please Vincent, I want this. I’ve wanted this for so long.” I took his long cock in my hands, spreading my legs wider in front of him so his fingers could do with me as they pleased. I stroked him slowly at first, then faster, feeling our movements mimic each other’s rhythm. “I’m ready to taste you, Vincent.” I paused, waiting to see if my statement had registered with him. I could barely hold on to not coming. His fingers worked magic on my very moist pussy, and I was fine to let him continue if that was his wish. But stroking his cock in my hands, hoping to dive in closer pushed my mind to madness. I had to know what a vampire tasted like. “Vincent,” I pleaded.
Quickly, without saying a word, he flipped me around so that I was facing his manhood one on one. I straddled him in a 69 as he moved effortlessly beneath me and caressed my buttocks. I kissed the top of his cock and then took him in my mouth, a little at first and then all the way, finding my mouth at the base of his cock. The tip of his dick tickled the back of my throat. My knees weakened and I sank closer to him. I wanted to melt into his face. I wanted my juices to run down his neck.
He held my thighs in his hands and devoured me with his tongue.
As I lavished the taste of him, moving up and down on his shaft, he spread my legs wider, and thrust his tongue into my pussy. My nails dug into the fabric of his jeans. No one had ever eaten me out there before. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I couldn’t believe any of this was happening.
I forced him further into my mouth, resuming my strokes with renewed enthusiasm. With each long stroke of my sucking, I devoured him whole-heartedly. I sucked insanely on his cock. Now and again, he would push his cock deeper into my mouth, but finally he allowed me to take charge. I must be doing a good job for a virgin, I thought to myself as I blew him. I hated the boyfriends I had had who thought a blow job was an excuse for face fucking. Vincent wasn’t like that apparently.
“Ah my sweet, you’ve done everything but fuck, haven’t you? I can tell. Just the kind of virgin I like.” He slapped my ass a few times before he resumed his activity.
I was too preoccupied with loving his cock to answer or stop my progress. I wanted him to come in my mouth, that was my new goal for the night, to taste the essence of a vampire.
When I felt him pull a shocker on me, all bets were off. I knew I’d come instantly, but I didn’t want to before he did. I wanted to taste him. I didn’t want to be done. How delicious did a vampire taste, I wondered. How marvelous next to a werewolf? Was there a difference? How exquisite would Vincent’s come feel running down the back of my throat?
A gasp erupted from me and I struggled to keep my bent legs steady.
“Will you come for me, Emily?” Vincent asked.
I shook my head feverishly, trying not to release his cock from my mouth for a moment.
“Lovely,” he replied. “You have a wonderful ass and pussy, Emily. Truly wonderful. Someday I will be inside you.”
His words filtered above the air as we continued to busy ourselves with our exploration of one another on the massive bed. Carefully he plunged his index and middle fingers into my dripping pussy while his pinky finger penetrated my ass.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” he said as he kissed my pussy. I felt his hot breath against the lips of my sex.
Shivers of warm ecstasy rippled through me. His words were enough to make me come. I struggled to hold back, hoping the moment would last forever.
“Not before you,” I replied, licking the tip of his cock and tracing my tongue down the length of his shaft before I cupped and kissed his balls.
“Such a naughty girl. We’ll finish together then.”
I didn’t really know what that meant until he jerked me up in his arms, whirled me around, and plunged my hips upon his. I screamed, reacting against the ecstasy I felt. I was certain Vincent had plunged his cock into my pussy, and I wanted it. I ever so wanted it. But he had not. I couldn’t fight the feelings electrifying through my body.
He clamped down on my knees as I straddled him. His cock still pulsating beneath me. “Are you willing, Emily, to someday be mine?”
Oh god, no, I thought. I was so wet that I willingly accepted his invitation. It was beyond words. How could I not say yes to this man? “Make us both come, Vincent,” I replied. “You will be my first. I swear it.”
His blue eyes blazed with passion. “You will be mine. And this is only the beginning.”
The moonlight blasted us with its light as if on cue. We were bathed in a warm, glow of magical delight, one that I could not have fathomed before this night. The lighted design above us turned a series of brilliant shades of amber and gold. I gave myself completely to Vincent as he rubbed the head of his cock against the tip of my clit. For a brief moment, I thought about pushing myself onto his rod. I searched his face for a yes as he continued to tease me.
Then he plunged two of his fingers into my wetness of desire and caressed my clit with his thumb. Without any shame, I watched as his muscular tanned arms pleasured me. His biceps glistened in the moonlight and I caught a glimpse
of his pendant sparking as it bounced against his chest. It was in the shape of a crescent moon.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered in my ear. “Your heat is phenomenal.”
“Yes.” I groaned, grinding my hips against his, letting my body become his as he drove his fingers into me.
“Fuck me like that. Oh yes, fuck me like that, Vincent.” I dug my fingernails into the sheets, trying not to arch my back too high off the bed. The sensation of his touch was mind blowing.
“Yes, that’s it,” he growled.
I latched my hands around his cock again.
The friction of our bodies grinding against each other aroused me more. So innocent, yet so deadly. I felt the wetness between my legs intensify. It made me shutter. I was so close to coming that I couldn’t stand it.
“Feel it,” Vincent whispered. “Feel every inch of me exploring you. You’ll be mine forever.” His breath was hot on my shoulder as he leaned close me. I bent over and tickled the tip of his cock with my tongue.
I screamed out, not wanting it to stop. “I want to come for you,” I shrieked. I rubbed my hands against his shoulders, forgetting his cock all together, and then pulled on the chain of his necklace. I searched for the pendant and took it in my mouth. I bit down on the metal to steady my excitement, to steady my rising ecstasy I couldn’t deny that was coming.
He wrapped his large hands around my waist. The long chain dangled over his shoulder.
“Spit it out,” he demanded.
I frowned at him, refusing to do so, nibbling on the pendant in my mouth.
“Emily, I’ll stop. Spit it out now.”
Swiftly he withdrew his hands from my wet pussy, demanding I obey his owner.
I threw my head back, dropping the pendant, arching my back, and pulling myself off of him. “You don’t want me then?”
His hand disappeared below my opened shirt and I felt him push the tip of his cock against the folding slit of my pussy. My juices melted around the sensation of feeling him so close to entering me again.
“I want you more than you know, but now is not the time, nor the place,” he stated.
“Then you don’t want me to…” I didn’t have a chance to finish my sentence.
Vincent’s desire over-rode any objections I had hoped to deliver to him. Three of his fingers penetrated me and I fell into the sheets, arching my back to new heights. He clung close to my side. When he drove his tongue into my ear, I knew I’d release my unbridled passion upon him.
“Come for me or drive me insane. It’s your choice, my sweet.”
Hearing Vincent utter those words, I felt my body spasm into an ongoing set of orgasms. I reached for his arm. He steadied me. I couldn’t count how many times or when I finally stopped. I just knew I came for him…and very well for a soon-to-be-ex-virgin.
“You enjoyed that, yes?”
“Oh my god, yes, Vincent. Yes!”
He laughed seductively. “Then may I come for you?”
Vincent’s question startled me.
“If it pleases you,” he began.
I pressed my fingers to his lips.
He grabbed one with his teeth and sucked on it.
I moaned. “Of course, but I want to watch.”
He nodded, lazily rubbing his cock as I looked on. “It would please me greatly if you did,” he replied.
“May I?” I asked, offering to blow Vincent.
He refused. “You can’t touch me with your mouth, only your hands. It’ll keep me leveled. That way things won’t get out of control. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Immediately I remembered I was talking to a vampire. His teeth. He could bite me and drain me to the point of death in minutes. “You’re right. I didn’t think of that.”
As I put some distance between us on the bed, he leaned against one of the wooden bed posts. Again the shocking realization of my recent actions invaded my mind as I watched this vampire pleasuring himself before me. Nothing like this had ever happened to me. It was so delicious, so exotic, so dangerous. I was still a virgin, but I didn’t want to be. I wanted this vampire’s cock inside me. I wanted to leave my innocence behind, drop it like a bag of potatoes. I felt my wolf sense stir and an overwhelming sensation of heat flooded my body. I sought refuge at the opposite side of the bed away from Vincent until the feeling subsided. What was happening to me?
Letting out a deep sigh, I quickly acknowledged to myself that I was not participating in the events unfolding in front of me. Just because Vincent didn’t want me to please him with my mouth didn’t mean I had to simply watch. I had to make a move. But what should I do?
Vincent’s moans radiated in my ears. A vitality in the sound of his growing climax drew me in like a magnet. I crawled across the bed on my all fours, hoping to claim his lips in another kiss.
“Not too close,” he growled.
I paused in front of him, resting on my bent knees. A million thoughts of what to say ran through my mind. At this time as he resisted me, what was the best thing to say? Then I just blurted out, “I’m not afraid of you, Vincent, just because you’re a vampire.”
It may have not been the release trigger, but my words seemed to have prompted his climax. His come spilled out onto the sheets and I immediately swooped in for a taste of his essence. The fever in me returned as I licked and sucked on the sheets before him. I raised my ass high in the air like a cat drinking her milk. A growl surfaced in the bottom of my throat and my claws extended. I raked my fingertips down my arms, ripping off the shirt I wore, his shirt. Shreds of the fabric fell pass my face as I refused to be distracted from my task.
“Emily, you’re bleeding.”
Blood. In my excitement, I had forgotten that I may be in any danger with my new lover. Hearing his words jolted me. I sat up again, inches from Vincent. When he gently touched the undersides of my arms, a shiver of raw power roared through me. A stab of pain shot through my mind. “Your touch is so forceful. I can feel everything,” I groaned. Again I sighed and attempted to steady my thoughts. After all I was sitting naked before a vampire. “Vincent?”
Catching Vincent’s expression as he struggled not to touch me caught me off guard. I wanted to laugh and giggle at his wide eyes, his glorious wide blue eyes. I didn’t. His fangs had extended and he was looking at my arms in something like almost sheer horror. He didn’t want to pounce on me. He was fighting with every fiber in his being not to move.
I touched my arms, running my fingertips down them. The wetness of the blood was indeed there, but my wounds didn’t seem to be that extensive. “It’s okay,” I said. “I’m okay.”
He nodded, pressing his right side further into the bed post and keeping an eye on me the whole time. He was mortified.
Getting as close as I could to him, I offered him my blood smeared hand.
“No,” he whispered. “I can’t. What if…What if I…?”
“Lick the blood from my hand, Vincent,” I commanded. “I desire you to do so.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes blazing with an icy fire of blue passion. I saw his Adam’s apple sink in his throat as he swallowed deeply again. The concern was etched across his face. He remained paralyzed.
The Wolf flashed a startling realization into my mind’s eye. Despite his inward struggles, it was obvious that this man’s allegiance was to a greater good, not the evil permeating in the Dark Place. It was clear to see that he was above that. Vincent was a good man, a vampire warrior I had only read about in my aunt’s books, the existence of which was rarely heard of anymore.
He licked the palm of my hand, shyly at first, then with more confidence. Vincent sucked and licked, making sure every drop of blood was gone.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I stared at him, amazed at his gently movements. His fangs had retreated, carefully tucked away as he tasted my flesh.
“Very much so. I had no idea how delicious you’d taste.” His eyes flashed with humor.
“I agree.” I gazed into Vincent’s eyes,
forgetting who or what I was. Everything fell away when I looked into this vampire’s eyes. After a few moments, I finally asked, “What will they do to us if we are caught?”
“Don’t worry about me.” Vincent’s voice drifted off, and his brilliant blue eyes glazed over. He turned his attention to brushing the shredded shirt of his I had torn apart from the bed. Then he examined my wounds. Gently he rubbed his hands over my arms and shoulders. I marveled at how warm his touch was, how satisfying and soothing. “I can handle it,” he said. “But you. I’d rather not think about what they’d do to you if they catch us.”
As Vincent’s hands paused on my shoulders, I asked, “Catch us? Then you’ll help me get out of here?”
He nodded.
Again our eyes locked.
“Could you help me find some clothes I can travel in, please?” I asked.
“Of course. I apologize. You can’t travel like that! I have to say my blue shirt looked great on you.” He chuckled. Whisking me off the bed, he headed for the closet, never once letting go of my hand. “Do as I say. Follow my lead and you’ll be home before you know it. Agreed, Emily?”
“Agreed.” Hearing his congenial, yet authoritative tone, I gritted my teeth.
***
Vincent led me through a secret door in the closet of his bedroom I was surprised I had not found. We followed a long staircase down along a cave made of dark stone that was hot to the touch. I felt clumsy and awkward wearing his oversized clothes, which consisted of a dark green jacket, a black long-sleeve shirt I tied into a knot at my waist, matching jeans and boots, and a knit cap he requested I stuff my hair under. As the delight of smelling his masculine scent on the articles of clothing washed over me, I tried my best to focus on the steps and stay close behind him. I didn’t want to fall against the wall. Once the staircase ended, we stood before a four-foot steel door that didn’t seem to have a doorknob.
“How are we going to get through that?” I asked, motioning to him that both of us were taller than four feet.
For some reason, he found my question amusing. “Like this,” he replied.
Suddenly he vanished before my eyes. All I could see was an immense cloud of blue smoke. Then I heard Vincent’s voice. “I’ll open the door from the other side.”
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