Chapter 13

I woke up highly aroused and bathed in the warmth of morning sunlight. One hand was on my breast, another sliding in the wetness of my sex. While a mouth suckled at the other breast. I moaned and arched my pelvis into the hand thinking Christien was waking me up for some morning love.

Then I realized it was morning, the sun was shining brightly and Christien was sound asleep next to me buried under layers of blankets and pillows. While it’s a myth that vampires cannot be awake in the daytime or the sunlight, Christien is not a morning person…er…vampire unless he absolutely has to be.

So who the hell was touching me?

I opened my eyes and sat up quickly. No one was there. The hands and mouth were no longer touching me, but I could feel a presence still in the room.

I decided to lie back down and see what happened.

I pushed the blankets aside, pulled up my nightgown, and spread my legs exposing myself, welcoming the stimulating specter to give me a go.

I felt the bed shift like someone sat down, and then they moved toward me, crawling between my legs. Two fingers dipped into my wetness. I threw my head back and closed my eyes relishing in the pleasure being bestowed upon me.

I felt dreamy. Pliable. Amiable. Open to anything.

The fingers swirled in a delectable circle making me moan with pleasure as something…another finger perhaps…or maybe a thumb… gently grazed my clitoris. Amazing mini jolts of electricity spiraled throughout my body. My nipples grew taut, aching for attention. My wish was granted as a warm mouth closed over one and fingers pinched the other.

I felt a third finger join the first two inside my pussy. They began to pump in and out of me, stretching and flexing a little with every thrust. The hand twisted as it moved back and forth. The relentless movement heightened my arousal making me ache for more. I wanted to be stretched and filled. And my clit needed more attention.

Again my wish was granted. Something large and phallic was pushing into my opening. It was not a penis. It felt like polished marble. When I opened my eyes I could see nothing, the sunlight was blinding. I closed my eyes and let the smoothness fill me. It was hard and cool, the girth stretching me wide, filling me as I had never been filled before. It hurt…splendidly. The mouth and fingers were gone from my breasts. They relocated between my legs where I could feel the wetness and warmth pooling. It made it easier for the massive, polished dildo to move inside me. It grew warmer from my intense body heat.

Fingers exposed my aroused nub, and a warm, wet mouth closed over it. Lips sucking at it. Teasing. Then a tongue started flicking it, gently at first just a small nudge then harder and faster as the smooth marble phallus pumped in and out my pussy.

I came so hard it felt like I was convulsing on the bed. My moans awoke Christien.

He moved with lightning quickness ready to kill anything that hurt me. Once he realized my screams were from pleasure and not pain his fangs disappeared, and his eyes lost most of their glow.

He grew rock-hard instantly. In a blink, he was on top of me. “The scent of your arousal and satisfaction fills the room. Did you enjoy your romp with the raunchy wraith?” He nuzzled at my throat. I felt his fangs graze the tender flesh. My nether regions twitched, craving him. My body may have already had a phantasmic orgasmic experience but nothing compared to Christien when he sank fangs and cock into me at the same time.

“It fucked me with a phallic object. It was so hard, so big,” I gasped.

He lowered himself between my legs, “Hmmm, your pussy is pink and swollen. Did it hurt you?”

I twisted my hips from the memory. “It hurt…so very good. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to be filled. I wanted to be stuffed full of hard marble cock.”

He started licking at my heated, slick sex. My clit jumped and twitched with every flick of his tongue. My body convulsed, mini orgasms rippling through me with every lick.

“Oh god, Christien, fuck me. Sink your cock into me; sink your fangs into me. Fuck me now, I need you,” I begged wantonly.

He complied without a word, sliding his thick, hard shaft into me deep and fast. Usually, he takes his time so I can adjust to his size. This time, I was more than ready, and he slid right in. All the way in. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tighter. Simultaneously opening myself for deeper penetration and creating an angle that rubbed my clit on his body.

Desire seared me like fire. I needed him to burn me out before I exploded. He was relentless as he pumped into me, rocking my body, orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, but it only made me want more.

He flipped us over so that I was riding him. And I rode him well. Hard. My head was thrown back, my long hair flowing down my back teasing and tangling his thighs. He held on to my hips tight, letting me be in control.

I couldn’t get enough. The room spun with shadows. How could there be shadows in the sunlight-filled room? It had been so bright.

But I could see naked figures as they appeared and disappeared, spinning in circles around me, making me dizzy. Cool hands caressed my heated flesh. Small feminine hands, large masculine hands, the ghostly caresses tweaked my nipples and cupped my buttocks.

I leaned forward, putting my throat on display in front of Christien. A crazed expression drifted across his features; a wild glow blazed in his eyes. Hunger ripped through him. Fangs descended and penetrated my tender flesh. He gripped me in an intimate embrace, holding tight as he drank from me, his penis growing harder and longer inside me becoming even more engorged from the blood that flowed into him. It twitched with vampire magic sending shockwaves through me. I collapsed against him, his fangs still deep in me.

I felt large naked breasts press against my back like a woman was hugging me from behind. The breasts disappeared, and something hard, smooth, and well-lubricated slid against my backside. Hands spread apart my buttocks and the phallic object pushed into the opening of my anus.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to. I let the marble phallus slide into me. This one was much smaller than the previous one. I knew it was marble from its cool smoothness as it slid easily into my over-aroused body.

Gently it was eased into me, stretching my tender bits slowly until I relaxed.

It was hard to relax when I was so damn turned on and overwhelmed with sexual intensity that I thought I was going to burst completely. But I relaxed enough to enjoy the double penetration.

I was stuffed. Double stuffed. An entirely new experience for me.

Christien no longer drank from me; instead, he stared wide-eyed at me. He could feel the marble shaft moving inside me, such a thin membrane separating it from his cock. I wondered how it felt rubbing against him.

He seemed to enjoy it, as he threw his head back and roared with pleasure. He thrust his hips up, slamming into my body as the woman behind me started pumping the dildo in and out of me faster. Moving together they listened in and out of me, back and forth. The emotion built, the fire blazed, and the sensation was ready to boil over. Finally, I exploded. Every nerve ending, every molecule of my body went into overdrive as the most extreme orgasm of my life ripped through me.

I screamed, moaned, and thrashed as the orgasm pleasurably tore me apart. Christien held me close. I felt his body shudder, and his penis pump heat into me. It was the last sensation my body could take.

Le petit mort, my ass.

This was no little death. I collapsed. I lost consciousness.

I awoke later to Christien staring at me. His eyes were wide and full of amazement. He was also full of questions. So was I?

I sat up. The room spun, and my body tingled.

“What the fuck was that?” I felt like someone waking up the morning after a long night of drinking. Except the hangover was rather pleasant. If not a little confusing.

“Ghosts. Several of them I think,” he replied.

“There was more to it than that. More than just spectral energy. Those marble phalluses…I’ve seen something about items like that being part of sacred sex magick. Rituals. Of course, I couldn’t be sure without actually seeing them. But damn I felt them. The big one almost split me in two- and I wanted it. Craved it.”

“I know. I mean I don’t know, I wasn’t the one getting penetrated with stone dicks, thank god, but I wanted everything that was offered. I don’t think I could have said no if I tried. And to have something control me…a vampire. It must be very powerful. But it was so pleasurable, was it not, ma chérie?” His rigid penis poked my leg.

“Seriously? I don’t think I am ready for round two, Christien. Not everyone has vampire recovery. Let this human girl clean up and pull herself together before you pounce on her again, okay?”

“Sorry, my love. You know you arouse me like no other, but here…it is amplified by a hundred. I want nothing but to be buried deep inside your wetness.”