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At his words, I give him a small pout. I suppose I should have expected this, the teasing, the lust, the fight for sexual dominance. The vampire Prince has told me time and time against that he loves to toy with me, work me up into a flushed little mess, if only to hear my heart race.
If he wants me to play his little game, so be it.
Placing my lips cautiously on his jaw line, I kiss my way down: down, down, wet kisses lingering on his neck, his collar, the pale skin of his chest. But then a thought flows through me- crystal clear in my head, so much so that I am not sure whether it is mine own thought or his intervention of them, and so I pause for a moment, deliberating my options. The thought pings again, urging my stilled limbs into a falsified action. Two words ring clear:
Bite me.
Hesitantly, I run my tongue over the sharpened points of my canines, mulling over the thought and finding myself somewhat entertained by it. After all, I have fangs now, might as well use them.
Slowly, and perhaps a little teasingly, I raise my head back up, letting my hot breath pool over the skin of his neck, making the vampire prince shiver with ardent delight. There is a flush look on his face when I lower my lips to his skin, and one of unquestionable eroticism. His breaths are airy, his eyes swimming with a beautiful, sultry gaze. Perfect.
I am sure that if I delighted in taking a look at exactly what thoughts were running through his head, I am certain they would be rather suggestive ones.
Gently, I suck on his skin, mimicking what he did to me, feeling the skin soften under the warm wetness of my mouth, lapping my tongue over it as though I might hope to feel the rush of cold blood in his veins. But there is a certain type of hesitation there. Do I really know what I am doing? What if I mess up? They are childish thoughts, but it isn't as if I have had fangs before, no matter how much I dreamed of them as a kid. Nothing could compare to facing your first 'victim' and having no idea what you are going into. This could be a disaster.
I linger warily for a moment, then breathe out a long, heavy breath.
How hard can it be?
Giving one final kiss, my fangs slide into Soren's neck, puncturing the skin and within the instant, blood flows in rivers of red into my mouth. The Scarlet prince groans, his hand clamping firmly down on the back of my head, holding me in place while I continue to draw a steady stream of blood from his jugular. I moan a little at the taste- sweet, sticky, and faintly floral, as though several drops of rose tea had been spun into his blood, making up an irresistible concoction that even the sturdiest of hearts find themselves drawn to.
Everything about him is so wonderfully perfect.
I tremble a little, my body heating up from being so close to him, wetness continuing to pool between my thighs as I swallow gulp after gulp of his blood, faintly warm and beautifully sweet. I barely hear the little grunts and moans that escape Soren's lips- a shame really, as I am certain they would be rather delightful. But the lust for blood overshadows all these factors, I want more, and more, and more, and... Breathing heavily, eyes wide, face flushed as a tomato, I tear myself away. I can't continue like this- I have to stop at some point, else I might just drain all his blood. I grimace. That would be an awful happening indeed.
It would be a lie to say Soren doesn't look disappointed when I pull away, a small pout playing on his features, his expression laboured. Clearly, he wants more.
"Sorry I-I didn't want to hurt you," I mutter quietly, facing away from him to avoid Soren seeing the embarrassment on my face. Soren clucks his tongue, lifting a finger under my chin to fix my head back round, his eyes meeting mine, soft and compassionate. A thumb runs over my bloodied lips.
"There, there, darling. I am not going to force you to do anything. I understand that might be strange for you, being newly turned, but you will not hurt me."
"Really? You promise?"
He chuckles a laugh, eyes flashing ruby.
"I promise."
It occurs to me for a second as I pull away from his neck, wiping away droplets of blood on the back of my hand, that I too might have given him a dosage of vampiric venom.
I blush a little. I suppose that would explain why he is rock hard.
However, in the face of my anxieties, Soren looks remarkably pleased.
"Did you enjoy yourself, my good little girl?" he purrs, sliding a hand under my chin as he captures my lips in his, his tongue darting out to wash away the excess blood that I had failed to wipe away from my lips. He sucks on my lips a little, fangs grazing over the swell of my bottom lip and groaning delightedly. I pull away, giving him a disgruntled look, but cannot help the smile that is working its way onto my face.
"Maybe I did," I tease, sticking my tongue out at him, causing Soren's eyes flash red at my words, gleaming with a lusty malice. His fingers trail feather light down my skin with devious intent. My body begins to heat, tingling as his touch trails further down.
"Well," he whispers huskily, lowering his head down, his voice cut off as intervals as he places sweet kisses down my body. "Lets see, shall we?"
I stifle a moan as his fingers circle my clit, his touch feather light, trailing up and down the entrance of my pussy. He pushes one digit in slightly to test the wetness, before drawing it back out, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Such a naughty dove. Is all this wetness for me?"
I groan, pursing my lips, insistent on not answering.
"Come now," he whispers, leaning down to place a string of kisses over the swell of my breasts. Each kiss makes it harder and harder to breath, to even thing, consumed by the pleasure and the notion of what is to come. "If you want me to put my fingers inside you, I suggest you give me an answer, little dove," he purrs evilly.
I moan softly.
"Y-yes. I am wet for you."
Soren murmurs with delight.
"Good girl."
As soon as his fingers enter my pussy, my back arches in pleasure. Filled with the hypersensitivity of vampire venom travelling to all my sweet spots, and the pent up arousal that Soren has induced, I can hardly hold back my moans as he pistons his fingers in and out of me. I bite my lip, a low moan voicing in the back of my throat.
"Do you like that, little dove?" he growls, his voice an erotic caress as he lowers his head down towards my wetness of my core, the smirk evident in his voice. I screw my eyes shut, biting my lip to hold back my moans.
"Now now," he says, slowing the movement of his fingers inside me, causing my hips to buck against him for the need of friction. Soren clicks his tongue. "There is no need to hold back those sweet little noises here. There is no one but me to hear them here, and believe me, I want to hear every little sweet moan that escapes your lips. Perhaps if you are a good little girl and do as I ask, I might reward you, too," he offers with a sly wink, resuming the movements of his fingers as they curl inside me. But of course, Soren being Soren (the hedonistic, erotic vampire that he is) knows exactly the right way to touch a woman's body to get the best result. His fingers angle upwards towards the top of my pussy, pressing against my sweet spot in a way that causes my body to shake with pleasure. This time, I do not hold back my moans.
"Mm, yes, oh, Soren, that feels so good…" I murmur softly, moving my hips against him to draw his finger deeper into my soaking wet pussy. Soren continues to stimulate my insides for a few more seconds, smirking as he watches my body writhe in ecstasy.
"Does my good little girl like having my long fingers inside her?" he teases, eliciting another groan from me as his fingers press up against one particular spot inside me. My body begins to shake, a coil tightening in my stomach. My face flames red.
"Soren, I-"
Before I can get the words out, he pulls his fingers from my soaking wet pussy, the pleasure stream halted. My body protests at the emptiness he has left behind, aching to be filled once more, my insides throbbing, so close to orgasm. I whimper quietly. Without another word, Soren bends his head down, letting his tongue delve between the folds of my wet pussy, lapping up the juices that ooze out of me. I can barely stop myself from grinding my hips against him.
"You taste delicious," he moans, tongue delving further inside me, pumping in and out of my tight, wet pussy. His finger comes up to circle my clit. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as my body is overrun by that rush of pleasure. Soren smirks, lifting his head from in between my legs.
"So sensitive… You truly are perfect. But how about I put something a little bigger than my fingers inside you, hmm? Would you like that, darling?"
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At his words, I give him a small pout. I suppose I should have expected this, the teasing, the lust, the fight for sexual dominance. The vampire Prince has told me time and time against that he loves to toy with me, work me up into a flushed little mess, if only to hear my heart race.
If he wants me to play his little game, so be it.
Placing my lips cautiously on his jaw line, I kiss my way down: down, down, wet kisses lingering on his neck, his collar, the pale skin of his chest. But then a thought flows through me- crystal clear in my head, so much so that I am not sure whether it is mine own thought or his intervention of them, and so I pause for a moment, deliberating my options. The thought pings again, urging my stilled limbs into a falsified action. Two words ring clear:
Bite me.
Hesitantly, I run my tongue over the sharpened points of my canines, mulling over the thought and finding myself somewhat entertained by it. After all, I have fangs now, might as well use them.
Slowly, and perhaps a little teasingly, I raise my head back up, letting my hot breath pool over the skin of his neck, making the vampire prince shiver with ardent delight. There is a flush look on his face when I lower my lips to his skin, and one of unquestionable eroticism. His breaths are airy, his eyes swimming with a beautiful, sultry gaze. Perfect.
I am sure that if I delighted in taking a look at exactly what thoughts were running through his head, I am certain they would be rather suggestive ones.
Gently, I suck on his skin, mimicking what he did to me, feeling the skin soften under the warm wetness of my mouth, lapping my tongue over it as though I might hope to feel the rush of cold blood in his veins. But there is a certain type of hesitation there. Do I really know what I am doing? What if I mess up? They are childish thoughts, but it isn't as if I have had fangs before, no matter how much I dreamed of them as a kid. Nothing could compare to facing your first 'victim' and having no idea what you are going into. This could be a disaster.
I linger warily for a moment, then breathe out a long, heavy breath.
How hard can it be?
Giving one final kiss, my fangs slide into Soren's neck, puncturing the skin and within the instant, blood flows in rivers of red into my mouth. The Scarlet prince groans, his hand clamping firmly down on the back of my head, holding me in place while I continue to draw a steady stream of blood from his jugular. I moan a little at the taste- sweet, sticky, and faintly floral, as though several drops of rose tea had been spun into his blood, making up an irresistible concoction that even the sturdiest of hearts find themselves drawn to.
Everything about him is so wonderfully perfect.
I tremble a little, my body heating up from being so close to him, wetness continuing to pool between my thighs as I swallow gulp after gulp of his blood, faintly warm and beautifully sweet. I barely hear the little grunts and moans that escape Soren's lips- a shame really, as I am certain they would be rather delightful. But the lust for blood overshadows all these factors, I want more, and more, and more, and... Breathing heavily, eyes wide, face flushed as a tomato, I tear myself away. I can't continue like this- I have to stop at some point, else I might just drain all his blood. I grimace. That would be an awful happening indeed.
It would be a lie to say Soren doesn't look disappointed when I pull away, a small pout playing on his features, his expression laboured. Clearly, he wants more.
"Sorry I-I didn't want to hurt you," I mutter quietly, facing away from him to avoid Soren seeing the embarrassment on my face. Soren clucks his tongue, lifting a finger under my chin to fix my head back round, his eyes meeting mine, soft and compassionate. A thumb runs over my bloodied lips.
"There, there, darling. I am not going to force you to do anything. I understand that might be strange for you, being newly turned, but you will not hurt me."
"Really? You promise?"
He chuckles a laugh, eyes flashing ruby.
"I promise."
It occurs to me for a second as I pull away from his neck, wiping away droplets of blood on the back of my hand, that I too might have given him a dosage of vampiric venom.
I blush a little. I suppose that would explain why he is rock hard.
However, in the face of my anxieties, Soren looks remarkably pleased.
"Did you enjoy yourself, my good little girl?" he purrs, sliding a hand under my chin as he captures my lips in his, his tongue darting out to wash away the excess blood that I had failed to wipe away from my lips. He sucks on my lips a little, fangs grazing over the swell of my bottom lip and groaning delightedly. I pull away, giving him a disgruntled look, but cannot help the smile that is working its way onto my face.
"Maybe I did," I tease, sticking my tongue out at him, causing Soren's eyes flash red at my words, gleaming with a lusty malice. His fingers trail feather light down my skin with devious intent. My body begins to heat, tingling as his touch trails further down.
"Well," he whispers huskily, lowering his head down, his voice cut off as intervals as he places sweet kisses down my body. "Lets see, shall we?"
I stifle a moan as his fingers circle my clit, his touch feather light, trailing up and down the entrance of my pussy. He pushes one digit in slightly to test the wetness, before drawing it back out, a satisfied smirk on his face.
"Such a naughty dove. Is all this wetness for me?"
I groan, pursing my lips, insistent on not answering.
"Come now," he whispers, leaning down to place a string of kisses over the swell of my breasts. Each kiss makes it harder and harder to breath, to even thing, consumed by the pleasure and the notion of what is to come. "If you want me to put my fingers inside you, I suggest you give me an answer, little dove," he purrs evilly.
I moan softly.
"Y-yes. I am wet for you."
Soren murmurs with delight.
"Good girl."
As soon as his fingers enter my pussy, my back arches in pleasure. Filled with the hypersensitivity of vampire venom travelling to all my sweet spots, and the pent up arousal that Soren has induced, I can hardly hold back my moans as he pistons his fingers in and out of me. I bite my lip, a low moan voicing in the back of my throat.
"Do you like that, little dove?" he growls, his voice an erotic caress as he lowers his head down towards my wetness of my core, the smirk evident in his voice. I screw my eyes shut, biting my lip to hold back my moans.
"Now now," he says, slowing the movement of his fingers inside me, causing my hips to buck against him for the need of friction. Soren clicks his tongue. "There is no need to hold back those sweet little noises here. There is no one but me to hear them here, and believe me, I want to hear every little sweet moan that escapes your lips. Perhaps if you are a good little girl and do as I ask, I might reward you, too," he offers with a sly wink, resuming the movements of his fingers as they curl inside me. But of course, Soren being Soren (the hedonistic, erotic vampire that he is) knows exactly the right way to touch a woman's body to get the best result. His fingers angle upwards towards the top of my pussy, pressing against my sweet spot in a way that causes my body to shake with pleasure. This time, I do not hold back my moans.
"Mm, yes, oh, Soren, that feels so good…" I murmur softly, moving my hips against him to draw his finger deeper into my soaking wet pussy. Soren continues to stimulate my insides for a few more seconds, smirking as he watches my body writhe in ecstasy.
"Does my good little girl like having my long fingers inside her?" he teases, eliciting another groan from me as his fingers press up against one particular spot inside me. My body begins to shake, a coil tightening in my stomach. My face flames red.
"Soren, I-"
Before I can get the words out, he pulls his fingers from my soaking wet pussy, the pleasure stream halted. My body protests at the emptiness he has left behind, aching to be filled once more, my insides throbbing, so close to orgasm. I whimper quietly. Without another word, Soren bends his head down, letting his tongue delve between the folds of my wet pussy, lapping up the juices that ooze out of me. I can barely stop myself from grinding my hips against him.
"You taste delicious," he moans, tongue delving further inside me, pumping in and out of my tight, wet pussy. His finger comes up to circle my clit. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as my body is overrun by that rush of pleasure. Soren smirks, lifting his head from in between my legs.
"So sensitive… You truly are perfect. But how about I put something a little bigger than my fingers inside you, hmm? Would you like that, darling?"
At his words, I give him a small pout. I suppose I should have expected this, the teasing, the lust, the fight for sexual dominance. The vampire Prince has told me time and time against that he loves to toy with me, work me up into a flushed little mess, if only to hear my heart race.If he wants me to play his little game, so be it.Placing my lips cautiously on his jaw line, I kiss my way down: down, down, wet kisses lingering on his neck, his collar, the pale skin of his chest. But then a thought flows through me- crystal clear in my head, so much so that I am not sure whether it is mine own thought or his intervention of them, and so I pause for a moment, deliberating my options. The thought pings again, urging my stilled limbs into a falsified action. Two words ring clear:Bite me. Hesitantly, I run my tongue over the sharpened points of my canines, mulling over the thought and finding myself somewhat entertained by it. After all, I have fangs now, might as well use them.Slowly, and perhaps a little teasingly, I raise my head back up, letting my hot breath pool over the skin of his neck, making the vampire prince shiver with ardent delight. There is a flush look on his face when I lower my lips to his skin, and one of unquestionable eroticism. His breaths are airy, his eyes swimming with a beautiful, sultry gaze. Perfect.I am sure that if I delighted in taking a look at exactly what thoughts were running through his head, I am certain they would be rather suggestive ones. Gently, I suck on his skin, mimicking what he did to me, feeling the skin soften under the warm wetness of my mouth, lapping my tongue over it as though I might hope to feel the rush of cold blood in his veins. But there is a certain type of hesitation there. Do I really know what I am doing? What if I mess up? They are childish thoughts, but it isn't as if I have had fangs before, no matter how much I dreamed of them as a kid. Nothing could compare to facing your first 'victim' and having no idea what you are going into. This could be a disaster. I linger warily for a moment, then breathe out a long, heavy breath.How hard can it be?Giving one final kiss, my fangs slide into Soren's neck, puncturing the skin and within the instant, blood flows in rivers of red into my mouth. The Scarlet prince groans, his hand clamping firmly down on the back of my head, holding me in place while I continue to draw a steady stream of blood from his jugular. I moan a little at the taste- sweet, sticky, and faintly floral, as though several drops of rose tea had been spun into his blood, making up an irresistible concoction that even the sturdiest of hearts find themselves drawn to. Everything about him is so wonderfully perfect.I tremble a little, my body heating up from being so close to him, wetness continuing to pool between my thighs as I swallow gulp after gulp of his blood, faintly warm and beautifully sweet. I barely hear the little grunts and moans that escape Soren's lips- a shame really, as I am certain they would be rather delightful. But the lust for blood overshadows all these factors, I want more, and more, and more, and... Breathing heavily, eyes wide, face flushed as a tomato, I tear myself away. I can't continue like this- I have to stop at some point, else I might just drain all his blood. I grimace. That would be an awful happening indeed. It would be a lie to say Soren doesn't look disappointed when I pull away, a small pout playing on his features, his expression laboured. Clearly, he wants more."Sorry I-I didn't want to hurt you," I mutter quietly, facing away from him to avoid Soren seeing the embarrassment on my face. Soren clucks his tongue, lifting a finger under my chin to fix my head back round, his eyes meeting mine, soft and compassionate. A thumb runs over my bloodied lips."There, there, darling. I am not going to force you to do anything. I understand that might be strange for you, being newly turned, but you will not hurt me.""Really? You promise?"He chuckles a laugh, eyes flashing ruby."I promise."It occurs to me for a second as I pull away from his neck, wiping away droplets of blood on the back of my hand, that I too might have given him a dosage of vampiric venom. I blush a little. I suppose that would explain why he is rock hard. However, in the face of my anxieties, Soren looks remarkably pleased. "Did you enjoy yourself, my good little girl?" he purrs, sliding a hand under my chin as he captures my lips in his, his tongue darting out to wash away the excess blood that I had failed to wipe away from my lips. He sucks on my lips a little, fangs grazing over the swell of my bottom lip and groaning delightedly. I pull away, giving him a disgruntled look, but cannot help the smile that is working its way onto my face."Maybe I did," I tease, sticking my tongue out at him, causing Soren's eyes flash red at my words, gleaming with a lusty malice. His fingers trail feather light down my skin with devious intent. My body begins to heat, tingling as his touch trails further down."Well," he whispers huskily, lowering his head down, his voice cut off as intervals as he places sweet kisses down my body. "Lets see, shall we?"I stifle a moan as his fingers circle my clit, his touch feather light, trailing up and down the entrance of my pussy. He pushes one digit in slightly to test the wetness, before drawing it back out, a satisfied smirk on his face."Such a naughty dove. Is all this wetness for me?"I groan, pursing my lips, insistent on not answering."Come now," he whispers, leaning down to place a string of kisses over the swell of my breasts. Each kiss makes it harder and harder to breath, to even thing, consumed by the pleasure and the notion of what is to come. "If you want me to put my fingers inside you, I suggest you give me an answer, little dove," he purrs evilly.I moan softly."Y-yes. I am wet for you."Soren murmurs with delight."Good girl."As soon as his fingers enter my pussy, my back arches in pleasure. Filled with the hypersensitivity of vampire venom travelling to all my sweet spots, and the pent up arousal that Soren has induced, I can hardly hold back my moans as he pistons his fingers in and out of me. I bite my lip, a low moan voicing in the back of my throat."Do you like that, little dove?" he growls, his voice an erotic caress as he lowers his head down towards my wetness of my core, the smirk evident in his voice. I screw my eyes shut, biting my lip to hold back my moans. "Now now," he says, slowing the movement of his fingers inside me, causing my hips to buck against him for the need of friction. Soren clicks his tongue. "There is no need to hold back those sweet little noises here. There is no one but me to hear them here, and believe me, I want to hear every little sweet moan that escapes your lips. Perhaps if you are a good little girl and do as I ask, I might reward you, too," he offers with a sly wink, resuming the movements of his fingers as they curl inside me. But of course, Soren being Soren the hedonistic, erotic vampire that he is knows exactly the right way to touch a woman's body to get the best result. His fingers angle upwards towards the top of my pussy, pressing against my sweet spot in a way that causes my body to shake with pleasure. This time, I do not hold back my moans."Mm, yes, oh, Soren, that feels so good" I murmur softly, moving my hips against him to draw his finger deeper into my soaking wet pussy. Soren continues to stimulate my insides for a few more seconds, smirking as he watches my body writhe in ecstasy."Does my good little girl like having my long fingers inside her?" he teases, eliciting another groan from me as his fingers press up against one particular spot inside me. My body begins to shake, a coil tightening in my stomach. My face flames red."Soren, I-"Before I can get the words out, he pulls his fingers from my soaking wet pussy, the pleasure stream halted. My body protests at the emptiness he has left behind, aching to be filled once more, my insides throbbing, so close to orgasm. I whimper quietly. Without another word, Soren bends his head down, letting his tongue delve between the folds of my wet pussy, lapping up the juices that ooze out of me. I can barely stop myself from grinding my hips against him."You taste delicious," he moans, tongue delving further inside me, pumping in and out of my tight, wet pussy. His finger comes up to circle my clit. An involuntary moan escapes my lips as my body is overrun by that rush of pleasure. Soren smirks, lifting his head from in between my legs."So sensitive You truly are perfect. But how about I put something a little bigger than my fingers inside you, hmm? Would you like that, darling?"
