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The town had always been overrun with gloomy and strange individuals. People came and went, few stayed behind in the struggling town, the lack of business and abundance of rain drove many away. However, it was the only life you knew. You found comfort in the night sky, twinkling with stars that were invisible in the city. The pitch black of the surrounding woods never scared you, not even with the folklore of immortal creatures with pale skin and grotesque features associated with it. If such powerful beings existed, what stopped them from picking off the town one by one?
You were used to tourists coming in through the bar as if it had a revolving door, they came and went, never staying long. The connecting inn had more than enough rooms, but all were collecting dust. The folklore that you grew up with, a ploy to get children into bed on time, were believed by the older folk of your town. They only planted the seed in poor tourists’ heads, scaring them to the point of them leaving as quickly as they’d come. You’d seen it all, grown men becoming pale in the face and the dramatics of many traveling women.
One stranger didn’t fall for the antics of a regular, quietly settled in the corner of the bar with an untouched wine in front of him. He was handsome, holding the beauty of the statues that were placed throughout the town square. His features were just as angular, his pale skin smooth and without a blemish. If you hadn’t known any better you would have thought he was a statue with how still he sat. Not a breath expanded his lungs, nor a swallow bobbed his Adam's apple. His blue eyes were set dead ahead, his full lips pressed into a thin line showcasing his vow to silence. Even when you came to his table to check up on him he didn’t blink from the wind your dress created.
The man’s eyes snapped over to your figure, mostly hidden by the apron and thick skirts of your dress. The view that was granted to him was nothing short of mouthwatering. Your corset held up your breasts, the skin of your chest and neck smooth and glowing beneath the dim lighting. Your chest rose and fell with each of your measured breaths, waiting to hear his request. Something about the intensity of his eyes made you swallow nervously, hands tightly gripping the pen and pad in your hands.
“I’m fine, thank you.” He spoke with an accent, one you’d never heard before but it sounded pleasant to your ears. His voice was deep, rattling your bones as if he were speaking into your skin. Goosebumps blossomed along your bare arms and chest, the man’s gaze never lifting from your neck or chest. Even with his words saying one thing, his eyes meant another.
You nodded wordlessly, and stood in place for an extra few seconds. The way his attention seemed to be glued to your body was unlike anything you had ever experienced. You were an unmarried young woman, it was expected that men would want to court you, but none in your town ever asked. The most you received were flowers from a friend in childhood, but in your adulthood many had moved on and away from your town. You hadn’t even thought to form words before your feet led you away, your brain not yet catching up to the action. You could still feel his stare on your back as you retreated and it took everything in you to not ask what he wanted.
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By the time your shift was ending the bar had emptied, your boss leaving you to lock up on your own. It wouldn’t have been the first time and likely not the last. When everything was cleaned up to the standards of your boss, you gathered your things to start the trek home. You knew your town well, knew there were no dangers waiting for you in the dark. You pulled on your overcoat to protect you from the harsh chill of the night, stepping out onto the streets and pulling the door closed behind you. By now the street lamps were lit, illuminating either side of the street in a warm glow. Not a soul was in sight, the other businesses on the main street having closed hours before, leaving just you and the moon.
Crows cawed in the distance, perched on the branches of dead trees. Your heels clicked softly on the stone walkway as you walked in the direction of your home, the moon facing your back. You walked straight towards the darkness, a path you took daily for most of your life. The longer you walked, the colder you felt as if your coat consisted of holes allowing the breeze in. Shivers racked your body, your arms winding around yourself to keep in some warmth. The crows grew louder, their raucous noises melting together, footsteps behind you going unnoticed.
A gasp escaped your lips, a freezing feeling encompassing your wrist and spreading throughout your arm. Turning quickly, you recognized the man, it was hard not to with his striking blue eyes and pale skin. Again you couldn’t find the words, tongue darting out to lick over your bottom lip nervously. His left hand rested over the sleeve of your coat but goosebumps overtook you from the chill that climbed up to your shoulder and down to your fingertips. It felt like you’d plunged your arm in a bucket of ice. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you began to panic, the cold was numbing and suffocating, making it hard to breathe.
“Shh.” A grin spread across his lips as he watched your mouth move, still trying to form words. His right hand grabbed your other arm, turning you completely to face him. The same cold feeling began to spread through your right arm now, just the same. It was him that was doing it, keeping you frozen in place like prey. “You’ve managed to catch my attention these past few nights. I find it hard to let you go.”
The sound of his voice was warming, oddly comforting even with your predicament. You clung to every word he said, holding eye contact as you waited for what else he’d say. You needed to hear what he had to say, just how you caught this beautiful man’s attention. Had you done something different? Spoken to him in a certain way? Looked at him differently than the other customers. You may have looked at him with a bit of admiration, curiosity of where he came from but nothing so telling.
“Return home with me.” The man wasn’t asking, his left hand coming up from your forearm to allow his fingers to brush against your prominent collarbones. His touch was just as cold as the temporary paralysis but it was gentle, calming you down and evening out your breaths.
“Who are you?” You found your voice but it didn’t exactly sound like yourself. You sounded drowsy, as if put in a trance. Something about this man was comforting, his hold, his eyes on you, the words he spoke.
“You’ll know soon enough. Come home with me, my love.” He insisted, his fingers curling around the base of your neck, holding you tenderly as if you’d known each other for centuries. You’d never met this man in your life before he arrived and you found your eyes fluttering closed at the hand of a stranger.
“I can’t do something like that.” Your eyes snapped open, your brain trying to pull you from the trance, but your arms still wouldn’t move. You tried to move, to get some space and air, but your feet seemed locked in place.
“Of course you can, you belong with me. Not here. I can take care of you.” He pulled on your neck, gaining your attention and eye contact. “Let me take care of you.” He purred, leaning in and brushing his nose against yours. Everything about him was freezing cold but it left you alight, excitement running through your veins. He was very quickly pulling you back under, pulling you deeper under his influence.
“With you..?” Your lips moved with no connection to your brain, his woodsy scent overtaking your senses. The idea of your life was left behind, to go somewhere where work wasn’t a problem, to be under the care and attention of a good looking man. Everything was saying yes, your brain, your body, your lips.
“Smart girl.” He hummed, leaning in to let his lips brush yours. They were so soft, so gentle just like his words. Your eyes slipped closed again, the paralyzation taking over your body completely. Just when your body gave out, his arms wound around you, catching you as you fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Coming to, you felt the softness of sheets beneath your body. A duvet was tucked comfortably beneath your chin, warming the chill that had previously settled in your limbs. It took a moment to fully wake, your fingers flexing to test its dexterity. You could still feel the slight rigidity in your joints like you’d been frostbitten after standing in the cold.
Slowly you sat up, a gentle headache throbbing through your skull. The room you were in was lavish, the sheets beneath you satin, and the wallpaper a deep red damask. The four poster you were in held a red silk canopy that partially covered your side view of the room. Above you was a high hanging chandelier, candles resting at every point, the fire smothered out and keeping the room dark.
You prepared to pull the duvet from your body, curious as to where you were and how exactly you got here. You weren’t as worried as you should’ve been and it felt like something about this room was familiar.
“You’re awake.” Your heart leapt in your throat at the sound of a voice coming from the corner of the room. You hadn’t even noticed a shadow if there had been one to begin with. The mysterious man stepped out from the shadows, settled next to the mahogany armoire. He moved to stand where you could properly see him, leaning against the frame of the bed. The light of the moon illuminated the side of his face, making his blue eyes glow and his skin resemble ivory.
“Who are you?” For once you were able to speak with ease and a clear head. Whatever the influence this man had didn’t affect you. You moved to stand, cheeks flushing as you became aware of your state of undress. You reached to cover yourself back up, corset hidden between the duvet. You cleared your throat, trying not to shy away from his intense gaze.
“Alexander, but you may call me whatever you please.” You didn’t miss the way his eyes raked over your form as if seeing through the thick material. “I hope you don’t mind my undressing you.” He gestured behind him, where your dress was neatly draped over the back of an armchair. “Guests of mine deserve comfort.”
You should have had a problem with it, but you didn’t. You, an unmarried women, having the attention of…a man you didn’t know the marital status of. You spoke your name, a shy whisper, that made the corner of his lips quirk up in a smirk like he knew something you didn’t.
“Beautiful.” Alex hummed softly, coming around the side of the bed, he pulled back the canopy, leaning down towards your figure. Your heart hammered in your chest at the close proximity, memories of what felt like just a few minutes ago flashing in your head. He’d been holding you, his body pressed close to yours just like this, his cologne filling your head.
“Beautiful…” You repeated after him, letting him lean in close until your lips brushed again. Your breaths came out shorter, anticipating what, you weren’t sure. He had some kind of hold over you, never had you once been attracted to a man in such a way. One never effortlessly got so close to you either, touching you gently and eyeing you with the hunger of a starving man.
His lips brushed yours, gentle and barely there. Before you could lean in more and connect your lips more firmly, he was withdrawing. A soft whine of disappointment came from your throat, a pout settling on your lips.
“None of that, my love. Let me show you around.” Alex’s hand dropped down, grabbing onto your hand to pull you from the comforts of the bed. This time you thought very little of your corset being exposed, allowing Alex to pull you towards your waiting dress. “Come.” Upon closer inspection it wasn’t the dress you’d come in, but instead a burgundy one that swept the floor. Black lace trimming lined the short sleeves, the deep plunge of the neckline and the bottom of the skirt.
Alex held the dress open in front of you, gingerly guiding you to step into it. He was gentle, each motion well thought out as he pulled the dress up your legs and over your hips. You placed your arms through the puffed sleeves. His hand never left the collar of the dress as he came up behind you, carefully securing the bodice of the dress. It fit like a glove, like something you’d worn before. It hugged each curve, lying perfectly against your fame. “How do you know my size?”
“A guess.” He hummed from behind you, smoothing out any wrinkles and making sure everything laid perfectly against you. He leaned down, his lips brushing the exposed skin of your shoulder. He whispered compliments against your skin, his nose brushing against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
Being showered in compliments made your skin warm, a flush returning to your cheeks as he paid you attention. His hands cemented on your waist, holding you still and firm. You could feel his soft breaths as he inhaled your scent, his nose coming to rest beneath the hinge of your jaw. He exhaled, his lips pressed against your jugular vein. Your eyes slipped closed, finding comfort in his grasp, the gentle touches and the sweet words.
Moments passed and neither of you spoke, his lips pursed against your vein, little kisses being left behind. A shudder ran up your spine, having never been touched before. Such gentle kisses left a good impression.
“You smell divine, my love.” Alex’s voice reverberated against the warmth of your skin, his hands stroking along the sides of your bodice. You could almost feel each touch through your clothes, the cold and gentleness of his large hands.
He inhaled softly against your neck, taking in the sweet scent of your skin. His hands stopped just beneath the cups of your bodice, wrapping around your rib cage. He was a large man, easily dwarfing your frame. He sighed softly, tutting under his breath as if admonishing himself.
“Come.” He reminded you, pulling back regretfully. He took your hand in his, his skin freezing to the touch. It felt like the coldness was affecting your own hand, the two of you sharing his cold temperature.
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The castle was large, Victorian style with heavy red curtains drawn open to let in the moonlight. High hanging chandeliers held lit candles, keeping the corridors illuminated. It was a place you never thought you’d be in. Stained glass windows, mahogany wood and stairways, carpet runners leading the way deeper into the castle. It was clear the man you were with came from money. Each room had multiple chandeliers, priceless works of art between statues and paintings.
Although it was meticulously decorated, something about it was cold and lonely. Not a speck of dust floated in front of your face, or rested on any surface. It was like those who worked within the castle knew you were there, keeping out of your line of sight. It had to be a lonely life, all this castle and no one to share it with. Alex didn’t seem worried in the slightest, showing you around his large home with pride.
The garden was expansive with tall hedges and red roses, the fragrance unlike anything you’d smelled before. He had delicately picked a rose, his fingers naturally falling in the gaps between the thorns. You weren’t so lucky, your finger pricking against the sharp thorn.
Alex’s eyes were on you, intense and wanting before you could even let out a gasp of pain. Instinctively you withdrew from the rose as it was still in his grasp, wanting to soothe the prick with your mouth.
A gentle rumbling started in Alex’s chest, his fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop it in motion. Your eyes met his, your heart beating heavy in your chest as he brought your finger to his lips. A bead of crimson blood had broken through the skin, inches away from his pink lips.
You were breathless, watching with excitement shining in your eyes as your finger effortlessly slipped past his plush lips. The suction was divine as he drew out the blood from the small prick, his warm tongue rubbing up against the skin, his spit coating the tip of your finger.
Goosebumps rose on your skin, your lids closing partially as you thought of his lips sucking on other parts of you. The attraction seemed to intensify, his gaze holding yours. You felt like you couldn’t pull your eyes away from his, feeling the phantom ghosting of his lips along your neck. You blinked slowly, that familiar haze taking over your brain again.
The suction on your finger increased like he was searching for more, his tongue sweeping over your fingertip a few more times. An unfamiliar tingle zapped straight down your body, as if his tongue were lapping between your thighs.
He withdrew from your finger, placing a kiss over the cut that no longer stung. Even without his lips on your finger you felt like you were still under his spell.
He hummed softly, almost a groan before he spoke. “You don’t know what you do to me, amore mio.” Alex purred, pulling you into his arms and against his chest. His hands slotted naturally at your hips, leaning down and breathing in your air.
“What I do..?” Your brain felt miles behind your mouth, instinctually leaning up towards his lips. “What…what does that mean?” You had hardly caught the pet name he’d called you, having not a clue what language it was.
“You’re intoxicating. You invade every one of my senses. Your scent, your taste, your beauty.” His voice came out as a purr, his hands squeezing down on your waist you felt as if he were only further stealing the air from your chest. “Allow me another taste.” His nose pressed against yours and wordlessly you nodded, eyes fluttering shut when his lips pressed against yours.
You had no trouble letting Alex lead, his lips pressing firmly against yours. His lips felt as soft as they looked, slipping between yours seamlessly in a deep kiss. It wasn’t long before he was coaxing you along, the tip of his tongue brushing against your bottom lip slowly. You didn’t want to pull back to ask what was expected of you but as always he seemed one step ahead.
One hand moved from your waist, index finger and thumb pressing gently against your cheeks to help you part your lips. His tongue slipped into the warmth of your mouth, licking over your tongue slowly and feeling it beneath his own. A soft moan sounded from your throat, his tongue muffling the noise as your saliva mixed together. You could taste the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, pressing your body more firmly against his. Something about tasting your blood made those exciting tingles return tenfold. You didn’t even know what to say to try and voice your dilemma to him, your tongue pushing back against his.
“I know, amore mio.” Alex whispered against your lips after withdrawing his tongue, leaving your lips parted and your chest rising and falling heavily with your breaths. “Let me make it all better for you.” His lips captured yours in another kiss, shorter and sweeter before he withdrew again to pick you up bridal style and carry you back inside.
You couldn’t be bothered to look at the rooms that you walked through, your mind jumbled and excitement thrumming through your veins. It was wrong for a woman to fool around with a man that wasn’t her husband or trying to court her. Perhaps you could count this as courting to keep your guilt at bay.
It was like you had blinked before he was pushing the heavy wooden door to your bedroom open. It was record timing that he walked the large castle to get to your bedroom, though he knew the castle far better than you did. The door shut quietly behind the two of you, this time the candles lit and the curtains drawn closed. It made it easier to see his breathtaking beauty again.
Alex helped guide you down onto your feet, his hands cupping your cheeks to gather your full undivided attention. “I wish for you to stay here with me.” In his eyes was that loneliness that you suspected, the usual intensity lurking behind. His wish was a surprise to you, a man you had just met sweeping you off your feet and wanting you to move in. It was all out of order from what was expected of a woman your age but quite frankly, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was beautiful, he was lonely and he was wanting you. To give yourself away, to never return to your town, to continue to be pampered and spoken to just right.
Alex’s thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, and he was quiet and patient as he waited for what you had to say. He was prepared for either rejection or acceptance but he wasn’t sure he could allow rejection to happen. “Think about it for me then. I have something I need to do for you first. I am a man of my word.” Alex leaned down, leaving another gentle and quick kiss on your lips.
You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips after he had pulled back, no one had ever paid so much attention to you. His hands expertly found the back of your dress, pulling loose the bodice from your chest. His eyes roamed over you with hunger and desperation. It went without saying that he wanted you and you wanted him just as badly without really knowing what exactly you wanted.
Alex leaned down, kissing over your shoulders with soft barely there contact. Again your eyes closed, feeling his lips linger towards your neck. He seemed to like it there the most, his lips repeatedly gravitating to kiss against your pulse. While he kissed, his hands made work of pulling your dress the rest of the way down, his fingertips finding purchase on your thighs when your skirt fell to your ankles. His fingertips easily sunk into the fat of your thighs, his fingers massaging and finding their way higher up towards the hem of your panties.
That tingling anticipation returned, his hands skipping over your panties to settle at your waist again. It felt like heat resided in your veins, heat and electricity meshing together making you feel lightheaded.
“Not fair if I’m the only one undressed.” You found your voice, reaching for his blazer to help pull it from his shoulders. Beneath it he wore a silk button down shirt, buttons tight along his broad chest and abs. The size of his pectorals beneath his dress shirt caused the buttons to strain to keep the shirt closed, his biceps in the sleeves almost seemed too big. You wouldn’t have imagined that’s what he had been hiding beneath his clothes, a throbbing starting in your clit as you watched his muscles flex.
“I’ll undress after I get what I want. You won’t keep me from getting a proper taste.” His voice turned stern, his hands moving to your back to undo the intricate ties of your corset. Your breathing became a bit heavier from the tone of his voice, the corset releasing your form allowing you to breathe. Alex pulled the corset from your body, disregarding it onto the armchair.
Before you could think to cover your tits from his view, his large hands moved to cup them, the coldness of his palms made your nipples harden. “Look at you.” He mused, leaving a kiss on your collarbone, both hands massaging the warmth of your tits. ”Beautiful.” He purred against your skin, the pads of his fingers pinching at both your nipples and earning a squeal from your lips.
Your back arched towards his hands, the pinch catching you off guard but beginning to leave your panties damp with your juices. He was leaning over you significantly to kiss your flushed skin, lips gliding down towards your areola. You moaned loudly in surprise when he slurped your hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue rolling over the hardened nub slowly. Just like when he was sucking on your finger the suction was strong, making your thighs shake from the foreign feeling.
Alex’s right hand gravitated towards your waist to help keep you balanced, his left fingers still pinching on your nipple while he lewdly sucked and slurped on the one in his mouth. It was all too much for your inexperienced body, the touching, the sucking, the noises. Quiet pants left your parted lips, your body taking great pleasure in how his large hands and mouth worked your body.
You whined when his lips withdrew from your nipple, he left open mouthed kisses across your sternum, his tongue darting out to lick along the curve of your tit. His warm spit quickly cooled on your skin, your eyes greedily watching his movements. Feeling your eyes on him his blue eyes met yours, holding eye contact while he sucked your other nipple into his mouth.
Your brows knit together, eyes closing to break eye contact. It felt like your whole body was shaking, unable to handle the new sensations zipping through your body. His hands had settled on your waist again, hoisting you up with his ease, his mouth still sucking on your nipple. “Oh God.” You breathed, limbs wrapping around him for purchase. You were at the perfect height, tits squished against his face while his sucking only grew harder. Your thighs were wrapped around his upper torso, your hands gripping his black strands of hair while he hummed in pleasure against your chest.
Alex carried you over to the bed, your frame feeling incredibly light in his grip. Your skin tasted just as sweet as you smelled, fragrant enough to make his mouth water and his mind be filled with images and filthy thoughts of you.
Your back came to rest on the soft sheets of the queen sized, your nipple still caught in the warmth of his mouth. His hands rested against the arch of your back, forcing your tit deeper into his mouth. His teeth grazed against your soft skin, sharp and making your thighs tighten around him.
His lips released your nipple to kiss down your sternum, stopping just above your navel. “Spread your legs, my love.” When he spoke to you so tenderly, you couldn’t help but want to obey. Alex watched as you spread your thighs for him, a groan reverberating through his chest at the sight of your panties. They were transparent in the low lighting from how much of your grool had wet the gusset, your vulva pressed against the material. He could see everything, your labia and your clit peeking from its hood, begging to be kissed on and toyed with.
“Oh.” You moaned, your breath quickly leaving you as you felt his lips kiss you through your soaked panties. That tingle returned, never leaving for a second as he ran his lips along your slit. It felt like your panties weren’t even there, your head thrown back on the sheets when his mouth met your clit. His lips were pursed, only kissing over the sensitive pink bud. Each tap of his lips made your hole clench down on nothing greedily, reacting to the intense but brief pleasure.
“So wet for me.” He murmured against your skin, his voice sending vibrations through your clit. Your hips bucked desperately, forcing his lips against you more firmly. “She’s just for me, hm?” He gave you what you wanted, kissing more firmly against your bud but it wasn’t even close to enough.
“Yes, just for you.” You stammered, struggling to speak through your excited pants. His index finger hooked into the gusset of your panties, bunching them up as he pulled them to the side, finally revealing the entirety of your slit to him. Your vulva was shiny and sticky with your grool, thin strings of it connecting you to your panties.
A blush flooded your cheeks as he stared down at you with an intense hunger, his tongue darting out to lick up and break the strands. His tongue was warm as it ran over the length of your slit, your hips bucking again as his spit made an even bigger mess. He groaned against you, his tongue traveling in the reverse, down to lap at the grool that leaked from your hole.
“Alex…” The rest of his name got caught in your throat when his tongue pressed against your hole with the right amount of pressure. His saliva pooled against your pink walls as he forced his tongue deeper, the tip of it lapping against your walls. He felt every squeeze and convulsion of your walls, more grool dripping onto the flat of his tongue. It felt like you couldn’t breath with how his tongue lapped at your insides, eagerly licking against your trembling walls. It gave you the pleasure you were craving when he had only his lips on you, your hips continuously bucking against him as he attempted to lick your insides clean. The pleasure was slowly peaking, electrifying tingles being felt in your toes and your fingertips. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, staying spread with the help of his firm grip.
Alex pulled back, swallowing the grool that had gathered in his tongue, the tip of it pressing against your slit and spreading your lips apart. He could hear your blood rushing as he continued to lap at your lips, his tongue finally meeting your swollen clit. Your hips jerked back from the intense feeling, your head thrown back and a gasp leaving your lips.
“That where you want me, my love? Sucking on that pretty pink clit?” His questions were vulgar, his lips pursed together to blow cool air on the hardened nub. Speechless you nodded eagerly, although still reeling from the brief touch he’d allowed you. Rather than giving you what you wanted, he kissed above your clit and around the sides, your hole clenching down in anticipation. “You know better, answer properly, like a lady. Use your manners.”
You swallowed thickly, eyes meeting his so he could see the pitiful look in your eyes. It didn’t work in giving you what you wanted any sooner, his lips having gravitated to your inner thigh, kissing along your femoral artery. “Please..” You started, your voice feeling small as you tried to rearrange your thoughts to think of what you wanted to say. “I want you to lick my…my clit…please” Your face felt like it was on fire, watching as his lips moved and sucked against your skin, leaving a bright pink mark.
“Better.” He purred against your thigh, brushing his lips upwards on your inner thigh until his wet lips brushed against your lips. He parted his lips, gently sucking your clit into his mouth. You moaned loudly, hips jerking towards his mouth as he steadily began to suck on your clit. His tongue brushed up against your clit while he sucked, his lips tight around you. The pleasure was instantaneous, a fuzzy feeling filling your brain. More grool spilled from your hole, trailing down your taint from his eager sucking.
“Oh my God, please don’t stop.” You were bucking eagerly towards his face, toes curling as his sucking remained steady and consistent. His thumb brushed against your hole, massaging it and spreading your grool around with soft clicking noises.
Your breaths quickened, listening as he sucked and slurped on your clit, his spit covering you and dripping down your slit, mixing sloppily with your grool. “Something…something’s coming.” You moaned, your abdomen clenching at the same time as your hole, your fingers desperately grasping onto his hair to keep him down against you.
With one extra hard suck it felt like an explosion had gone off within your body, stars dancing across your vision and white noise filling your ears. You felt faint, like you could lose consciousness from how hard your body was bearing down on nothing. His mouth kept sucking, working you through your first orgasm, his fingers stroking against your trembling thighs.
You could feel the feeling come back to you, the warm sheets beneath your body and the coldness of his hands on your skin. His mouth was no longer on your clit, instead his sharp teeth embedded into the skin of your thigh, a pinch that you hadn’t felt in your euphoria. You couldn’t even make sense of the fact that he was doing more than just biting you, swallowing thick gulps of your blood. It tasted sweeter in the throes of your pleasure, running quickly from how hard your heart beat as you came.
The suction of his lips against your skin only left another bruise behind, his teeth slipping out from the wound he had made. The warmth of his tongue brushed against the fang marks of your skin, his saliva healing the wound closed, your blood smearing from his lips against your thigh. He licked his lips, moving his thumb to lick up the cum that was steadily dripping from your messy hole.
Sensitivity buzzed through your hole, bringing you back to the moment, your fingers still threaded into his hair. “Too much..” You murmured, feeling the sweat at the back of your thighs from how hot you felt. You tried to pull on his head but he didn’t budge, his tongue only moving faster to clean up your cum that dripped straight into his mouth.
When you tried to pull him back again he growled against you, the vibrations reverberating in your bones, being felt right down to your core. You could feel the prickles of sensitivity when his tongue pressed back into your hole, pushing and prodding deeper and lapping at the subtle ridges against your walls.
Tears sprung in the corner of your eyes when he flat out ignored you but the pleasure spiked along with the discomfort. Your walls clenched down, feeling his tongue press against a certain spot against your front walls. It was like a blinding white light crossed your vision as his tongue pushed and prodded against the rough spot within you. “Ah.” You moan loudly, not even sounding like yourself, your hips bucking against his face again. Your eyes rolled when his nose brushed against your sensitive clit, his tongue snaking deeper, filling out your walls.
Somehow it felt like his tongue was hitting all your walls at once, the base of his tongue pressed against the rough patch while the tip of his tongue pressed against your cervix, exactly where he wanted to be. His drool along with your grool made your walls even more slick, his tongue lapping against your cervix. You hadn’t even had the chance to completely calm down, hips bucking eagerly against his nose. The sensitivity didn’t matter when you could feel another orgasm just on the precipice, hole squeezing down on his broad tongue.
Your thighs came to close against his ears, your breaths coming out quicker as you tried to prepare yourself for another earth shattering orgasm. It did nothing but make you lightheaded as a second orgasm crashed into you, your walls clenching down hard as if trying to push his tongue out. Your cum easily dripped onto his tongue and his mouth, your hips not slowing down as you tried to chase the feeling of your slowly ebbing orgasm.
Alex pulled back only when he was satisfied licking your cum from your walls, his long tongue licking his lips and nose clean. He kissed your hole, licking up more strands of grool and cum before his mouth was kissing up your midsection, right below your navel. You were trembling beneath him, your limbs feeling like jelly and your pussy buzzing with oversensitivity.
“Good girl.” He purred against your skin, kissing up to your sternum and nibbling on the warm skin. “Delicious, just as I thought.” His lips wrapped around your skin, sucking bruises onto your sweaty skin, his tongue lapping over it slowly. “Can’t get enough of you.” He groaned, leaving a path of hickies along your heaving chest, over the tops of your breasts and along your collarbones.
You moaned high in your throat when his hand cupped your pussy, trying to scoot your body back and away from him. “One more, give me one more, my pretty girl.” He cooed, his lips latching onto your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans.
“Can’t.” You whined, hips jerking when his thumb rubbed against your sensitive clit. He rubbed it in quick circles, listening to the moans and gasps that got caught in your throat.
“I’ll make you.” His teeth were sharp as they nipped at your throat, his middle finger pressing and slowly sinking into your dripping walls. From how many times you had cum the expected discomfort was nonexistent. Having his finger inside of you was more filling than his tongue, thick and long, his fingertips purposely rubbing against your walls, forcing out more moans from you.
The pleasure was nearly painful, everything in your body wanting you to draw back from his touch, to finally catch a proper break. He wasn’t as kind as you were led to believe, your clit being stimulated constantly just to get a reaction out of you.
Alex’s nose brushed against your neck, smelling the sweetness of your skin and the saltiness of your sweat, the arousal clinging to your every pore. It wasn’t long before his ring finger joined his middle finger, pumping slowly and following the natural curve of your front wall. Your grool splashed against his wrist from how quickly he was pumping his fingers into you, his knuckles flush with your hole after each pump. You wanted nothing more than to feel him filling you more, deeper, pressing against your cervix again.
“God I can’t.” You repeated, those unshed tears streaming down your cheeks from the repeated fluttering of your walls. You couldn’t stop the tenseness in your thighs and abdomen, your body preparing well before your orgasm rounded the corner.
Alex’s lips moved to kiss the tears from your cheeks, his tongue savoring the salty taste. “You will.” Even when he spoke his fingers didn’t slow their brutal pace, pressing firmly on your g spot.
You brought your hands up, grabbing and scratching on his broad shoulders as he didn’t slow down despite your moaning and wailing. Your hips bucked despite yourself, your eyes rolling back into your skull as an orgasm suddenly ripped through you from the prodding to your g spot. You hadn’t even realized you had screamed until his lips pressed against yours to silence you. He withdrew his fingers from inside you, your body no longer felt like it was a part of you. You felt boneless, wanting to sink into the mattress and sleep after what he’d put you through.
Alex smiled as he pulled away from your lips, pleased with having tired you out but he was far from done. “You’re doing so well for me, so perfect.” Alex pecked your lips again, his mouth moving to work the skin of your breast back into his mouth. “Stay with me.” Alex repeated against your skin, listening to you try to catch your breath. “Be my wife.”
“Mmm.” You could only hum in response to his voice, eyes closed to pass the lightheadedness, taking in the coolness of his skin on yours. Your eyes flew open at the pinch of his teeth sinking into your breast. You tried to sit up on your elbows but his hand stopped you, a cold feeling overtaking you as his tongue worked the skin of your breast, helping to fill his mouth with your sweet blood.
“What are you doing…?” You couldn’t fully wrap your head around what was going on, the near deranged look in his eyes as he drank from your breast. You heart only raced harder as the realization dawned on you. Breathtakingly handsome, large empty castle for a home, those sweet words you couldn’t disobey. When he pulled away, your blood on his lips and tongue, two puncture wounds in the fat of your breast, it all clicked into place. He was who you should be afraid of, the vampire from legend. Not at all just a story to be told to young children. You had fallen into his very trap, became his next meal to be locked away in his home. But, was it all that bad when he treated you with such gentleness and kindness? When he made you squirm on his fingers and tongue so expertly, listened to your every moan and scream. You should have been scared but you were not.
“Again…” You whispered, licking your bottom lip in anticipation. Tha made Alex’s lips quirk in a smirk, flashing a bright white fang you hadn’t noticed previously. His tongue licked over his teeth before he leaned down to bite into the opposite breast. The pinch this time still left that cold feeling but it seemed to reawaken that desire in you. You needed more, deeper…
Alex drank from your second breast, his hands moving low to spread your thighs and slot himself between them. The material of his pants rubbed against your sensitive vulva, something firm and warm pressing against your slit. It seemed to be the only part of his body that wasn’t plagued by the cold, his hips pressing down against you firmly.
It was clear that Alex wasn’t kidding about wanting you, wanting to keep you as his wife for as long as he saw fit. He was convinced that you were perfect for him. Every part of you was to his liking, the taste of your skin, your blood, the way you reacted to his touch. How could he let you return to your life?
Your hands moved from his shoulders around to finally begin unbuttoning his shirt. Your hands were shaky, prolonging the time it took to help undress him. He chuckled at your eagerness, lapping over the bitemark he pulled his fangs from, his hands moving to help you unbutton his shirt. The rest of his body was just as pale, his nipples the same blush pink as his lips. You were in awe as his muscles flexed as he pulled off his shirt and began to undo his dress pants.
It was not a position you thought you’d find yourself in, being absolutely drowned in ecstasy and euphoria from a man that generations before you had feared. Nothing about him was scary like you were taught, he was a loner who wanted love and appreciation like anyone else. If anyone else knew that about him it would certainly put him in a human light. You were the only one that had gotten the chance to see it, allowing him to indulge in your body like he hadn’t had the chance to with anyone in decades.
Your hands rubbed against his chest, feeling his cold skin beneath the warmth of your hands. It was no wonder you thought him to be human, his skin was soft, veins and muscles taut beneath it. Your hands moved down brushing against his pectorals and down his ribs towards the dark happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his boxers which he was starting to work off next.
You could feel the excitement returning, it was like watching a gift being unwrapped in front of you. A hunger gnawed in your abdomen watching with bated breath as he pulled his boxers down his powerful thighs. Your brows furrowed at the sight of him, his length spilling out of the confines of his underwear. His dick was long and pale, slightly more pale than his skin, large veins coiling around the base of it. His tip was partially covered by foreskin, just a glimmer of his pink tip with a bead of precum threatening to drip from his slit. He was mouthwatering, you wanted to taste him just like he had tasted you.
You licked your bottom lip, watching as his large hand grasped his base, pumping slowly and drawing the skin back, the bead of precum landing on his fingers. His right hand moved to spread your left thigh open for him, his body sliding back between your thighs.
“Be my wife.” He proposed again, your breath catching in your throat at the warmth of his tip rubbing along your slit. Your grool and cum smeared onto his tip from his hand guiding himself up as far as your clit and down to gently press into your hole.
This time you heard him loud and clear, body tensing in anticipation before his tip moved again, spreading your slit around his tip. His precum dripped slowly on your skin, dribbling down to join the mess that was leaking from your hole.
He was waiting for your answer, tapping his tip against your sensitive clit, your hips bucking up towards his length. It was heavy against you, the veins throbbing as he guided the rest of his length to grind down against your slit. His pale skin was sticky and covered in your grool, strings of it connecting the two of you. He slapped his tip against your clit repeatedly, watching as your hips continued to buck from the stimulation. “Don’t keep me waiting, my love.” He grinded his tip down against your clit, your breaths coming out quickly again. It was so sensitive you already felt on the brink of another orgasm but it never came. It was like a continuous build but your body was too tired to give in to the feeling completely.
“Your wife?” You reiterated, your brain feeling like it was elsewhere again. He hummed in response to your question, finally guiding his wet tip to gently push into your pink walls. He was thick, already a significant stretch compared to his fingers and tongue. “I don’t…I’m not…” You stammered, trying to figure out what you wanted to say. His hips continued forward, his tip sinking slowly into your hole, your grool squelching loudly.
There was a slight bit of discomfort but just like his bite the pain burned so good. The pleasure spiked, your walls clenching down on his tip but not stopping him from forcing his way through your tight pussy. He groaned softly, deep in his chest as you continued to bear down, between trying to suck him deeper and force him out from the foreign feeling.
“Don’t, not, what?” He was teasing, repeating the words that hadn’t gotten the chance to form real sentences on your lips. “You’re perfect for me, everything from your taste to how your pussy grips me.” You moaned at his words, back arching when he continued to push deeper, his girth spreading your walls wide around him. His fingers dug into the skin of your thigh, making sure to keep you steady.
When more than enough of his cock had settled inside the warmth of your walls, his left hand moved to spread your right thigh just the same, your hole stuffed with no space for anything but his cock to fit. It helped guide his length deeper until his tip firmly collided against your cervix. You squealed in surprise, feeling the heaviness of his cock pressing into you. There was that painful pleasure again, tears springing to your eyes before you could fully process the near numbing feeling.
“Yes! God yes, I’ll do it!” Your thighs trembled beneath his hands, his hips pulling back only for a second before his tip was pressing right back into your cervix. Another shout between a yelp and a moan as he pounded into your cervix, his large length hardly fully seated inside of you. Your walls were clamping down non-stop, grool quickly coating the length of him as he thrusted, cream starting to form a ring around his base.
“Good girl, so smart.” He cooed, placing a kiss on your neck while he held your legs open for him. You felt like you couldn’t breathe with the weight of his hips coming down on you. Every vein of his rubbed up against the ridges of your walls, pressing lightly against your g spot, precum squirting against your insides. “Gonna stay with me forever right?” He nipped your neck with a fang, grinding his hips down against you just to hear you whine.
You nodded wordlessly, the pressure of his length inside of you making stars burst behind your eyes. You tried to pick your hips up against him, wanting more, needing more friction. You felt like you were just on the edge, dangling so close to another sweet release.
“I wanna hear you say it. Tell me.” His left hand moved and you could feel it ghosting against your clit, earning another moan for you. That was what you needed, but every time you bucked your hips needily, he’d move his thumb entirely, hips giving your cervix a constant beating. Your pussy sounded sloppy, wet noises filling the room alongside your moans and pants.
“I’ll be your wife, I promise I won’t ever leave you. God please don’t stop..” You were full on crying, frustrated from being denied for so long. It was like your body was betraying you, not allowing you to cum on his cock like you wanted.
“Please please…” You begged softly, one thigh closing against his side. The sounds of your begging was so pretty to him, something he would happily get used to for the rest of your mortal life. He was contemplating just what the meaning of being his wife would be, a beautiful mortal to warm his cock whenever he needed to, to drink from whenever he was thirsty. Maybe he’d turn you, grant you immortality to keep you from ever leaving his side. To have more than a lifetime with you moaning and crying from his cock.
Alex pressed his finger down on your clit, rubbing it in quickened circles that had your whole body tensing and your walls gripping him tightly. It felt as if you’d lost all your senses, back arching, his cock continuing to pummel into your cumming walls. A large bulge pressed against your abdomen, his cock throbbing against your stomach.
His fangs sinking into your neck went unnoticed, drinking your pleasure from your veins while pounding into your tired walls. Your cum soaked his length, shining against his hips and thighs from how quickly he was fucking into you. Your blood exploded over his tongue, a low growl emitting from his throat as he forced himself as deep as he could physically fit.
Your walls milked the girth of his length, his veins throbbing as his own cum spurted from his tip, coating your walls quickly. His cum only joined the mess that dripped from your walls, further creaming his base.
You were tired, trembling despite yourself even when you came down from your orgasm. You could only feel his cool skin against yours, hearing the blood rushing in your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed that he adjusted the both of you, his arms wound tight around your body, your head on his chest as you were now cuddled up at the head of the bed. His thumb stroked gently against your lower back, your heart still beating loudly in your chest.
Your eyes could hardly stay open, your tongue darting out to wet your lips, your voice feeling raw from all the noise you were making. “Your secret is safe with me..” He had never told you himself but you were confident in your deduction. Your new lover was the vampire that everyone feared. Everyone but you.