For once, it was a relief. I was sore enough without it. I just hoped I would be good enough for him without blood.
His thoughts came loud and clear.
Your body doesn’t need more bites right now, and neither do I. Your body needs more sex. Take what you want, exactly how you want it.
He was right. My pussy needed to take his cock, and I needed to be ready for it.
I moaned, moving in sync with him as he lapped and played and sucked my clit. I braced myself on the pillows and my back arched, and my hips circled, and Hans kept on giving. His mouth was divine.
I felt like an utter goddess as I took my pleasure from him.
The bite marks on my pussy were stinging, and it hurt as I built up to orgasm, clenching and hungry, but it was primal in its calling. I couldn’t hold back.
That’s it, little one.Set yourself free.
His hands left my ass and snaked up to my tits, cupping them gently and squeezing my nipples and he was a master with his tongue, setting off the sparks that danced through me until I was a bucking mess. He was there, giving, and I was riding, taking.
That wasn’t all I wanted, though.
I wanted to ride a whole lot more.
I was still panting from coming when I edged myself down the bed, still straddling him.
“Steady,” he whispered as I rubbed my pussy against his cock, but I didn’t want steady. I wanted him inside me all the way.
I eased myself as gently as I could, whimpering against the stretch, but nothing could have stopped me, and the hiss that came from my lover’s mouth as I sunk my pussy onto him had me hissing right back.
“Fuck me,” he said and I was riding my vampire lover in no time, letting feral nature take its course.
Our bodies were made for this, but this time it was at my command.
“You really are a pain hungry little beauty,” Hans said, with a glorious tone of pride.
It made me ride him even harder, with a huge grin on my face. Circling and slamming, circling and slamming. He was so deep it was like he was buried in my stomach, but that’s where he was meant to be. All the way inside me.
I found the angle myself, shifted to hit the spot inside me, trusting my own motions.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s right. Make yourself come.”
I cried out, struggling to bear it as the waves hit. It was so painful and so fucking good, both at once.Pain drunk.But it wasn’t from teeth and blood this time, it was from the way my pussy strained to take him, even though I wanted him so fucking bad.
So fucking bad that I braced myself on his thighs and rode him like a whimpering slut.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and I grinned to myself again at the ultimate success.
He was going to come along with me. I was going to milk his cock as I took my thrill.
My little bruised tits bounced, and flesh slapped flesh, and I felt it building, and building and building… and then fuck. FUCK.
It was like our bodies were destined to be together. Our souls felt like they were exploding together along with our orgasms, and I knew what fated mates were. It was a feeling that made no sense, but pure sense both at once. Beyond comprehension, yet the most natural thing in the world.
So were the words that came out of my mouth as I struggled for breath after coming.
“I need to be with you for ever, Hans. I need you to make me a vampire.”
He was quiet at first.
“I mean it,” I told him, the confident goddess side of me still in control. “I need you to make me a vampire. Feed me your blood.”