sliding my lips towards her chin and further down. She drew in a sharp breath, exposing her neck fully. Her thoughts expressed what she wanted in no uncertain terms.
She caressed every inch of my back and pressed me closer against her.
The taste of her blood was maddeningly close as we kissed and I refrained from the urge to feed. I wanted this to last, and have her scent tease me until I could take it no more.
“Not yet,” I purred teasingly, and then nuzzled her neck as she let out a gentle groan of frustration. I laughed in a soft whisper as our lips came together once again. In the midst of our kiss, Amelia unbuckled my belt. Soon, my slacks joined our unceremonious pile beside the bed. I gently ran my hand up the smooth skin of her left leg, and she groaned as I moved my lips to her neck. I swelled in need against her, with only a barrier of linen between us both.
I undid the clasp at the front of Amelia’s bra with a clawed fingertip. Her breasts, almost disproportionately large for her frame, rolled away, an inviting mix of pink and cream. I sank to their level, and touched them gently, the skin as smooth and supple as her legs, her nipples pert and erect.
Amelia clasped my hand and pressed it upon her left breast. “Talante…you’re too damn slow,” she said, breathless as I was. Her blood called to me, almost screamed.
I licked my suddenly dry lips, feeling her heartbeat, watching the blood pulse in every vein. The need had become maddening.
I shuddered, and my breath came in short pants as I realized how long it had been since I had fed. Amelia, as if suddenly having gained the power to read my mind, smiled. It was a wide, alluring thing, as she closed her eyes and craned her neck in full invitation.
“I want you,” she said, her voice a hoarse, purring whisper. “Satisfy yourself. Drink your fill. Make love to me; I want both.”
Oh, what fools these mortals be!
“Not my fill, Amelia,” I whispered back, and my tongue caressed her neck in preparation. “Never…my fill.”
I bore my fangs into her, and unleashed the hot fount that had devastated me before. She seized my shoulders at the first gout.
At first, Amelia choked it back, releasing little gasping whimpers, but soon a loud, piercing cry escaped her lips. She pulled me down with her onto the soft bed, shuddering in waves of pleasure, her legs moving involuntarily to wrap around my thighs.
I drank freely for several seconds, drowning in her exciting taste, the ecstasy flooding through me like a river of energy, her enraptured moans a sweet music as she undulated beneath me.
I wished desperately that I could lose myself in the drink. But as I must, I maintained my control and sealed the wound. Her disappointed groan and pleas for more were soon silenced by my finger upon her lips. The way I smiled assured her that more would be coming. And I did not disappoint as I proceeded to at last remove her lavender lace panties, now thoroughly damp with her need.
When I finished, and added another member to the pile of apparel, Amelia in turn guided me to my own distended undergarments, freeing my strong and needful manhood from its longstanding linen barrier. She bit her lower lip at the sight of me, and then pressed against me in a fevered kiss, pulling me back down to her into the bed.
In our passions, my hands returned to her breasts, and she trembled at my touch, which had grown more assertive than before. I made a hairline scratch across the skin just above her left nipple. She gasped sharply and the blood trickled out.
Amelia made a ragged squeal as my lips sealed around the nipple and pulled at the tiny fount. Like an infant, she held my head to her breast as I lapped up the crimson flow. I sealed the scratch with my tongue, but reopened the wound with my fangs.
Amelia gasped as I suckled and felt the lashes of exquisite pleasure that sliver of blood sent into me. My saliva in the wound and my tongue swiping upon her sensitive flesh
She caressed every inch of my back and pressed me closer against her.
The taste of her blood was maddeningly close as we kissed and I refrained from the urge to feed. I wanted this to last, and have her scent tease me until I could take it no more.
“Not yet,” I purred teasingly, and then nuzzled her neck as she let out a gentle groan of frustration. I laughed in a soft whisper as our lips came together once again. In the midst of our kiss, Amelia unbuckled my belt. Soon, my slacks joined our unceremonious pile beside the bed. I gently ran my hand up the smooth skin of her left leg, and she groaned as I moved my lips to her neck. I swelled in need against her, with only a barrier of linen between us both.
I undid the clasp at the front of Amelia’s bra with a clawed fingertip. Her breasts, almost disproportionately large for her frame, rolled away, an inviting mix of pink and cream. I sank to their level, and touched them gently, the skin as smooth and supple as her legs, her nipples pert and erect.
Amelia clasped my hand and pressed it upon her left breast. “Talante…you’re too damn slow,” she said, breathless as I was. Her blood called to me, almost screamed.
I licked my suddenly dry lips, feeling her heartbeat, watching the blood pulse in every vein. The need had become maddening.
I shuddered, and my breath came in short pants as I realized how long it had been since I had fed. Amelia, as if suddenly having gained the power to read my mind, smiled. It was a wide, alluring thing, as she closed her eyes and craned her neck in full invitation.
“I want you,” she said, her voice a hoarse, purring whisper. “Satisfy yourself. Drink your fill. Make love to me; I want both.”
Oh, what fools these mortals be!
“Not my fill, Amelia,” I whispered back, and my tongue caressed her neck in preparation. “Never…my fill.”
I bore my fangs into her, and unleashed the hot fount that had devastated me before. She seized my shoulders at the first gout.
At first, Amelia choked it back, releasing little gasping whimpers, but soon a loud, piercing cry escaped her lips. She pulled me down with her onto the soft bed, shuddering in waves of pleasure, her legs moving involuntarily to wrap around my thighs.
I drank freely for several seconds, drowning in her exciting taste, the ecstasy flooding through me like a river of energy, her enraptured moans a sweet music as she undulated beneath me.
I wished desperately that I could lose myself in the drink. But as I must, I maintained my control and sealed the wound. Her disappointed groan and pleas for more were soon silenced by my finger upon her lips. The way I smiled assured her that more would be coming. And I did not disappoint as I proceeded to at last remove her lavender lace panties, now thoroughly damp with her need.
When I finished, and added another member to the pile of apparel, Amelia in turn guided me to my own distended undergarments, freeing my strong and needful manhood from its longstanding linen barrier. She bit her lower lip at the sight of me, and then pressed against me in a fevered kiss, pulling me back down to her into the bed.
In our passions, my hands returned to her breasts, and she trembled at my touch, which had grown more assertive than before. I made a hairline scratch across the skin just above her left nipple. She gasped sharply and the blood trickled out.
Amelia made a ragged squeal as my lips sealed around the nipple and pulled at the tiny fount. Like an infant, she held my head to her breast as I lapped up the crimson flow. I sealed the scratch with my tongue, but reopened the wound with my fangs.
Amelia gasped as I suckled and felt the lashes of exquisite pleasure that sliver of blood sent into me. My saliva in the wound and my tongue swiping upon her sensitive flesh
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