by Damon Kinney
All of these thoughts were competing for dominance in my head as I watched Terrance dry off.
But the moment he dropped his towel on the floor and took my hand in his, something told me everything would be okay. He led me into the huge master bedroom, where a king-size bed awaited. The décor of the room was gorgeous, with a color palette of violets and purples, with white accents. Terrance took me to the bed.
“Hang on a second,” he said, releasing my hand and ducking back into the en suite master bath and returning with a candle in each hand. I stood watching as he lit each and placed them on the nightstands on either side of the bed, then turned off the lights.
When he returned to me, I felt on edge, my nerves seemingly waiting to see what was going to happen and how it would feel.
Terrance came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his body. I felt that cock against my lower back and my ass, then he brushed my hair back from my neck and kissed me. I shivered with both delight and fear.
Everything about Terrance was so big, so strong. Even if I changed my mind at this point, I would be helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me. Don’t get me wrong, I trusted him as much as I could trust any man, but the thought of being so physically outmatched thrilled me in a way I couldn’t describe. Some part of me craved the idea of being dominated by this man, of being totally at his mercy as he had his way with me.
“Are you sure about this?” he whispered, his lips brushing the skin of my upper neck, just under the back of my ear. A chill went through me.
I turned around slowly so I could see his face, so I could look for signs of trust before I gave him my final confirmation. Those dark eyes shone in the amber candlelight. In their depths there was no sign of a monster. Instead I saw a kind-hearted, authentic man, one who was so devoted to his dead wife he still mourned her a thousand years later.
“I think I am,” I replied, my voice barely audible.
Still looking into my eyes, Terrance said, “I love you, Sagan. I don’t know how this is possible after less than a week, but I know it with every fiber of my being. I’ve rarely felt so sure about anything.”
I knew exactly what he meant because I felt the same way.
“I love you, too.”
He placed his lips to mine, and what began as a sweet, gentle kiss quickly turned into a passionate, torrid affirmation of new love. It was the kind of kiss that was only possible this early in a relationship. Later would come kisses reflecting deeper love; at that moment, everything was still raw and visceral.
I felt his hard shaft pressing against my lower abdomen and sucked his tongue in response. That seemed to push him over the edge. He pulled away and looked into my eyes again.
“I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was a needy rasp.
I responded by tilting my head to the side.
Time slowed to a crawl as Terrance’s eyes flashed at the sight of my exposed neck, bared for his sake. I felt a compelling sense of duty to this man, but at the same time, I knew this was also for me.
Terrance lowered his head and his lips touched me just above my collarbone. He began to plant little kisses upwards. At first I thought he was just being sweet, trying to relax me, but when I heard the barely audible grunts emerging from his throat, I realized I was wrong. He was searching, trying to find just the right spot.
I knew immediately when he found it. His lips remained in place and he sucked on my skin for a second. Then the grunts became louder, his mouth rougher against me. My heart was pounding and felt like it was in my throat. His hands dropped to the sides and grabbed my wrists, firmly pulling them behind me and holding them tightly against my lower back so I couldn’t try to stop him.
There was no turning back now. This was going to happen.
Terrance opened his mouth wider on my neck and I felt a sharp sensation against my skin. With a final grunt, he bit down and punctured my neck.
The pain was intense, but manageable. I was aware that Terrance was moaning continuously, and my neck felt warm where he’d bitten me, and the pain quickly gave way to a multitude of feelings. There was a sense of accomplishment, that I was doing something so radically outside the range of normality that it confirmed what a badass I was. I felt daring to a degree most women never could.
Then came the intense sexual desire. I had already been horny, since the moment I stepped in the shower with Terrance, and that had grown steadily over the last half hour. Suddenly, though, the feeling was ramping up exponentially, and I wanted him like I’d never wanted a man before. I imagined myself holding his shoulders and lifting myself, then lowering my cunt onto that hard cock and riding him for all I was worth. But it didn’t stop there. The feeling was so strong, I briefly imagined being laid on the bed and fucked hard while other naked vampires surrounded the bed, waiting for their turn, their hard cocks dripping in anticipation. In the moment, it all felt so very real, so insanely, over-the-top sexual. I was the ultimate goddess of sin.
Terrance’s moaning brought me back to the present, and I felt a sensation of my body growing cooler. My skin rippled all over with gooseflesh, and my nipples became stiff peaks Then I dissolved into an absolute euphoria that I had never known before. There was a sense of calm, of total peace in my life. It was complete and utter bliss. Everything was perfect and would stay perfect forever; nothing could possibly change that.
I floated on that cloud for what seemed like an eternity, never wanting the feeling to end.
A sharp pain brought me swiftly back to the present. Terrance released my hands and jerked away from me. My blood glistened on his lips and his eyes momentarily showed fear, then relief. The warmth slowly returned to my body and I felt a trickle of warm blood flowing down from where he’d bitten me.
Terrance saw it, too, and lowered his mouth to lick it off. A shiver ran through my body, then the warmth returned.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice suddenly back to the way it was the night I’d met him.
“I feel amazing. It was… I can’t even describe it.”
“Orgasmic?”
I smiled dreamily. “Better.”
“Did you have the outrageous sexual thoughts? I’ve heard women get those.”
Blushing, I playfully said, “Maybe.”
“You’ll have to tell me about them later.”
Again I said, “Maybe.” I didn’t want to tell him that what I’d just imagined would remain my little secret. “You look and sound better already.”
“The effect is instantaneous. It’s the ultimate tonic.”
I felt a little dizzy and sat on the edge of the bed. Terrance leaned over and kissed the crown of my head. “Thank you, baby.”
His calling me that stirred my feelings of lust again. Or maybe it was that rock-hard cock right in front of me, shiny pre-cum dripping from the tip. I ran my thumb over it, spreading the silky liquid over the head.
Terrance placed his hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me backwards till I was lying on the bed, my legs hanging off the side. With a devilish grin, he lowered himself, kneeling as he spread my legs wide, then pulled me towards him, bring my exposed pussy to his face.
His tongue was amazing, but then why wouldn’t it be? The man had centuries to learn how to please a woman orally. All that experience showed as he started slowly, then gradually brought me closer and closer. His licking, flicking, sucking was exquisite, and I felt like I was in the hands of a master. I ran my fingers through his hair and melted as he confidently brought me to the edge. I lost it when I felt a finger teasing my opening and a giant wave of pleasure washed over me.
His tongue continued caressing my clit and the orgasm grew stronger, as did my moaning. When that large, thick finger slid into me and immediately found my G-spot with no hesitation at all, it was like he was detonating me. I released his hair and grabbed fistfuls of comforter as my ass lifted completely off the bed and I writhed uncontrollably.
When I rega
ined the ability to think, I was breathless, my hands still clutching the comforter and my body tingling like I was getting a million tiny massages all at once.
I looked down my body at Terrance, thinking how I never wanted to leave him. No woman would ever leave a man who eats pussy like that.
“It’s time, Sagan. I need to be inside of you.”
His voice was authoritative and hungry. I couldn’t resist that urgent demand if I’d wanted to. Since the moment I first saw his size, I had been afraid this might hurt. As I looked into his eyes, though, I knew that this man would never hurt me, despite the lust roiling so obviously inside him.
I scooted back onto the bed, arranging myself properly against the pillows.
“You should get a towel,” I said. “To put under me.”
Terrance stood next to the bed, his eyes roaming over my body, his hard-on looking bigger than ever.
“No.”
“But—”
“I want you now.” He climbed onto the bed.
“But I might—”
“I don’t care.” He spread my legs apart.
“Terrance, it could ruin—”
“Then I’ll buy a new comforter.” He moved his hips between my thighs, his hand holding his thick shaft. The pre-cum was dripping out now.
“But it could—”
“Sagan, I’ll buy new sheets, a new mattress. I’ll buy the dude a new fucking house if I have to. But at this moment, I don’t care about any of that shit. I only want to know what it feels like to be buried deep inside you.”
I felt the head of his cock against my lips, parting them. They moved aside for him, still slick with my orgasm. Terrance was above me, propping himself up, rather than pressing down on me like I thought men did.
And his cock was moving, sliding into my opening. I spread my legs wider to better accommodate his size. Despite his barely controlled lust, he was surprisingly gentle. I felt the head enter me and I held my breath with anticipation.
Then I looked into his eyes, wanting to see his reaction when he pushed into me. I wanted to see the pleasure my pussy gave him.
Those dark eyes looked like they were glowing in the amber light from the candles. What I saw in those eyes wasn’t soft, and it wasn’t love. Terrance needed me desperately, needed to be in me. I bit my lip to distract from the impending pain, then nodded.
His cock slid into me and I was no longer a virgin. There was no pain at all, just a feeling of pressure, a sense of being completely and utterly filled.
The most feminine part of my psyche breathed a sigh of relief. I was a woman now, in every sense of the word. My V-card was a thing of the past. And I felt a sense of pride at how my body was able to accommodate a man of Terrance’s… um, physical dimension.
He began to thrust, slowly at first. I tilted my hips up, instinctively knowing it would give him the perfect angle. I realized he was holding back, not trying to enter me completely on my first time. He knew just how far to go without hurting me, and that just made me want him more. I grabbed his hard biceps with both hands as he gradually picked up speed.
“My god, your pussy feels incredible,” he moaned. “Everything about you is perfect.”
Terrance was fucking me. My heart melted at the idea. I had lost my virginity to a man I loved, and how loved me back. It was perfect.
I was surprised when I felt the stirrings of an orgasm, deep inside. I’d heard all the stories about how difficult it was to come during intercourse, and how nobody ever orgasms during their first time. But my body didn’t seem to know the rules, and with every thrust I knew I was moving closer and closer.
“I think I’m going to come,” I said, my voice needy.
“I’ll make sure you do.” That confidence was all I needed. My man was going to take care of business.
I wanted to dirty talk but didn’t know if he’d like it, or even what to say. Again and again his cock pushed into me, deeper now.
“That feels so good,” I heard myself say. “Your cock is so fucking hard.” The words felt perfectly natural.
Terrance moaned his approval and increased his pace, fucking me harder. I grabbed his ass with both hands, imploring him to go as hard as he wanted. Then for a split second, I imagined myself floating above the bed, looking down on this giant man as he pounded the young woman underneath him.
I came immediately, crying out as my pussy clenched around him. Terrance moaned loudly once, then groaned and slammed into me. I felt the warmth of his orgasm inside me, a sensation I knew I would never forget. Waves of pleasure washed over me as my man poured his desire into my willing pussy.
Can vampires make babies with humans?
The thought came out of nowhere, as my orgasm was beginning to subside. Terrance was still thrusting in and out of me, gradually slowing. His own orgasm had lasted as long as mine had.
I brought my hands back up to his muscular shoulders and pulled him down to me, locking my lips against his and kissing him with all the love my heart held in that moment. His cock remained inside me, slowly moving in and out, still hard.
I realized this wasn’t over. There would be a round two, and I’m pretty sure we were already starting it.
“I want to be on top,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to try that. Then maybe doggy.”
Terrance laughed. “I’ll try anything you want.” He pulled out of me, his cock wet and shimmering. He moved off me, and I vacated my spot on the bed for him to lie on his back. I couldn’t help but notice that there wasn’t a single drop of blood anywhere and thought it strange. Then he assumed his position and I saw that hard cock and forgot about anything else in the world. Straddling him, I guided his erection into me again, marveling at the ease with which I was able to take him. There was no pain at all, only sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
The thought came to me once more: Can vampires make babies with humans?
Fuck it. I didn’t care. I was being fucked. I had just lost my virginity, to the most amazing man I’d ever known.
Nothing else mattered.
Nothing.
Sagan
“I need to claim you.”
Terrance’s words gently brought me back from a blissful state that rivaled the one I’d experienced when he fed from me.
That’s what four intense orgasms will do to a woman. It’s hard to remain earthbound when you’ve just had the holy hell fucked out of you, especially by a vampire with centuries of experience guiding his every move.
I rolled on my side. Terrance was also on his side, propping his head on his elbow, his fingers toying with my hair.
“Don’t look at me, baby,” I said. “I’m bound to be a total a mess. I don’t want to scare you away.”
“I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in my life,” he said.
Oh my god, could this really be happening to me?
“I need to claim you, Sagan.”
I remembered him talking about that the previous night, about vampires claiming someone.
“How does that work exactly?” I asked. I was exhausted from the sex and my poor pussy was sore as all fuck, but this concept of claiming still intrigued me. “What happens to someone who’s claimed?”
“The vampire bites them, only this time the vampire’s own blood is also injected into their system. It forms a lifetime bond. It’s not something to be taken lightly.”
Something in Terrance’s voice, a slightly hesitation or reluctance, tells me there’s more to it than that.
“What else?”
“The one who gets claimed is turned.”
“Into a vampire?” I asked, though I was pretty sure that’s what he meant.
“Yes.”
“Just like that? Like magic?”
“No magic at all. Magic is bullshit, all hocus-pocus nonsense. This is all science; particles in the blood that gets transferred cause rapid changes to the DNA of the claimed person. The entire process is completed in a single 24-hour span.”
Why this
didn’t sound absolutely terrifying was beyond me. It should have scared any normal human out of their wits? Why was I so comfortable talking about it?
I looked into Terrance’s eyes. “You said you needed to claim me? Why? Because you love me?”
“I do love you, with all my heart. But this beyond even love. I need to claim you because you’re my soulmate, Sagan.”
His words took my breath away.
“I thought Emeline was your soulmate.”
“She was. It’s not impossible for a vampire to have two soulmates in one lifetime, but it’s rare as fuck. In your case, I’m certain it’s because you share her bloodline.”
“Am I anything like her?” I ask.
“Only in that your so fucking beautiful. And sexually aggressive, though that was more surprising in the 9th Century.”
I felt a bond with Emeline. We were family and sharing Terrance with her a thousand years apart didn’t bother me in the least.
“Why do you think I’m your soulmate?”
Terrance smirked. “Sagan, it took over a thousand years for me to find you again, and the blood of my previous soulmate courses through your veins, calling to me.”
“Okay, dumb question. I feel the same way about it. But me turning into a vampire is so… final. It can’t be undone. Is it absolutely necessary?”
“If you’re uncomfortable with the idea, it can wait.”
I smiled.
“But not very long,” he added.
My eyes trailed down his naked body. I laughed inside when I realized this was the very first time I’d ever seen him without an erection for more than a brief glimpse. Fully hard, his cock was intimidating. Flaccid and resting against his thigh, though. it was gorgeous, a thing of beauty. I never considered myself a girl who cared much about the aesthetics of dick, but it was impossible not to fall in love with one this utterly perfect. I was tempted to take it in my hand but didn’t want to wake it from its slumber.
As I was gawking at Terrance’s lovely dick, a thought entered my mind. More accurately, it seemed like it had been shoved there from outside, like some unseen being or force reached into my brain and planted an idea that I would hopefully think was my own.