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It’s a game, now, to see how long Perpetua can stay human. You both find the thrill in testing his limits before he’s a whimpering mess that needs to feed to really feel his full pleasure. He can still feel without your blood singing in his body but it’s a muted feeling, never enough to bring him to completion. The blood heightens it, though. He says it echoes your own pleasure back to him, building exponentially on itself until it’s a frenzy that has you both howling.
Here in the moment, he’s lounging before you, pale chest hitching as you suckle his soft cock and balls in your mouth. Every so often there’s a squeal as your tongue rubs over something oh so sensitive. Without blood, he stays soft, pliant, and you can enjoy all of him and he stretches your mouth so wide you’re drooling.
You suck at the soft head, slipping your tongue under the foreskin, with just a touch of teeth to the sensitive flesh and he bucks beneath you, groaning out your name. His breathing comes a little faster now as he stares down at you. You meet his eyes as you lazily tongue his balls and he sags bonelessly onto the pillows under him.
“Soon”, he rasps. You shiver, admittedly eager to feel the kiss of soft lips and sharp teeth on your flushed skin.
You’ve had sessions go for hours before he feeds or your stamina finally gives out. Tonight isn’t one of those and you admit the ache beginning in your jaw feels some relief at that. While he may not be a creature with limits, you unfortunately are.
Whatever he may be, and neither of you are sure what he is, his body sings to pain. Whether it’s yours or his is irrelevant. He’s still watching you as you stare him straight in the eyes and close your teeth around his soft shaft.
The noise he makes in response is truly inhuman, something like the roar of a beast and the ringing of a bell deep in your spine.
“Fuck! I need it I need it I need it!” He jolts upright and pulls you off of him, cradling your head with cool gentle fingers as his eyes bore into you. He’s frantic, shoulders and chest heaving with great gasping breaths and his nostrils flare as he takes in your scent, the blood pounding against your skin.
“Please,” he whispers against your lips. “Please, you have to invite me in.” His eyes are beginning to glow, the left lighting up like the full moon on a cloudless night, while the right shines bright like poison. Desperation burns bright in them and you can feel something unseen flinging itself in hunger against your mind.
But he won’t, can’t, drink until you allow it. There is mercy, and lust, in your flesh.
“You may have my blood, Perpetua.” There’s a shaky inhale of breath, a gentle kiss to your lips and a murmured “Thank you.”
Then there are teeth, too many of them, at the hollow of your throat. The noise you make in response is obscene and you feel a gush of wetness on your thighs. Perpetua chuckles as he greedily sucks, hints of the blasphemies to come.
The changes come fast as he drinks and you cling to him like he’s the only safe harbor in a sudden storm.
His skin warms and the heat coming off of him feels like a furnace. Claws scratch down your sides as he truly lets himself explore you. Tendrils of shadows uncoil from him and play with your thighs, teasing your folds open so they can bury inside and begin to stretch you wide.
You whimper and he holds you tighter, as if you’re now his anchor. He sighs against your throat, the sucking slowing to a leisurely licking as his tongue becomes long and pointed. With a kiss to the wound, he pulls back, smiling at you for the gift you have given him of your body.
He’s Perpetua still, but more. His eyes are no longer simply glowing, but burning bright like stars. The silver mask has melded with his skin and it’s no longer makeup that blackens his lips. You see the impossible number of teeth in his smile, sharp and slim as needles daubed in your own blood. Inky darkness spreads from the clawed fingers of his hands, fading halfway up his arms. Tentacled shadows twist and writhe over his shoulders, eager to caress your soft skin. The ones inside you swell and squirm in anticipation and you clench tighter around them.
His cock now rises proudly from his loins, thick and heavy at the base and then tapering to a slender point at the head. More of the writhing shadows coil around it and you can see it visibly throbbing. A drop of pearly shade drools from the tip.
Perpetua lays you down on the sheets like the most sacred of offerings, his burning gaze boring into you with adoration. You reach out to him and a tentacle laces around your fingers, pushing gently against them like a contented cat.
“What would you have of me?” he asks. The words beat along your skin like the wings of bats.
“All of you,” you whisper back. He laughs, the sound an unearthly echoing chorus.
It’s the only warning you get before he’s upon you.
He descends like the darkness of sudden storm, falling upon you all at once. His tongue licks at your lips while the wicked shadow tendrils slither over you and trap your wrists, forcing your arms to your sides. Claws scrape at your inner thighs, making your legs spread further for him to nestle between. Long fingers stroke over the mass of tentacles burrowing into your most intimate flesh and he growls appreciatively at how wide they’ve stretched you and how tightly you hold them. A finger slides in alongside them and you arch off the bed as he swallows your scream.
Slowly, the tentacles retreat from your loins and you barely have time to mourn the loss before his long sinful tongue thrusts inside instead. One of the tendrils, thick and throbbing and coated in your own slick, slips past your lips and demands attention as he feasts on you.
You’re gasping for breath as he delves further into your core, sucking and nipping at your folds, tongue sliding in and out. More tendrils, thin and agile as silk, writhe their way back in and you just barely remember to breathe.
He’s everywhere, inside you, surrounding you, smothering your senses until there is nothing but him. A taste of eternity, of the sweetest torture you’d willingly submit to again and again and again. Time means nothing here as he feasts on your flesh, pushing you past limits and beyond thought. There is only Perpetua.
In this realm of perpetual bliss, your mind slips sideways and you see an endless horizon of flesh and limbs, inky black and spattered with glowing cosmos, cradling the precious minuscule moon that is you. An entity vaster than reality and you are the only thing he wants.
You come thundering back to reality as your body spasms in submission to the onslaught. You howl and scream his name and he’s there, feathering tender kisses soaked in your slick along your neck and jaw as you shake through orgasm. He pulls you towards him as your breathing slowly comes back to normal.
You’re wracked with faint trembles, aftershocks, and you drowsily sink into his embrace. He rubs the soft flesh of your belly and you feel a sticky coolness inside you, burning like menthol and the void between stars. While you were in that space in-between, he thrust in and spilled his darkness inside you. You’re too tired to be disappointed you missed it and relish the gentle coolness inside of you.
Fingers and tentacles card through your hair, murmuring in a tongue that rings deep inside your head. You don’t know what he’s saying but it’s safe, it’s home, it’s him.
Whatever he may be, he is still your Perpetua.