Chapter 69 Vignette 63b
I sat in the warm water for longer than I should have. My skin had already started to wrinkle, but I made no move to get out.
His voice still echoed in my head.
“Go. Bathe. I want you soft and clean when I finally taste you.”
A shiver slid down my spine, though the water was still hot.
It wasn’t fear. At least not the kind I was used to. It was something darker. Something that pooled in my stomach, twisted in my chest, and flushed hot under my skin.
I hated that I was reacting this way.
This man… this creature… had bought me like an object. Like I was something to be owned, to be used. But when he’d stood close, when his breath had ghosted over my neck, when his voice had dropped so low and rough... I hadn’t backed away.
Worse, I’d leaned in.
I dunked my head under the water briefly, hoping the heat would wash away the thoughts. The pull. The way his presence lingered even now, like a scent clinging to me.
By the time I stepped out and wrapped myself in a soft towel, I felt strange. Not ready. Not brave. But not entirely unwilling either.
I caught my reflection in the mirror. Damp hair. Flushed cheeks. Eyes too wide, too uncertain. But behind that uncertainty, there was a flicker of something else.
Maybe I felt horny. Or maybe not.
I moved slowly as I walked back into the main room. The candlelight had dimmed now. The silence felt thick, pressing into my chest.
Surprisingly, he was still in the exact position as when I left. How he sat there for all the long minutes or maybe hours that I had spent in the bathroom was what caught my attention.
But his mild, fierce gaze towards me was what shifted my thoughts, my heart beating even faster now, while I walked towards him, every step like a choice I didn't get to decide.
Only left to follow his rules. To surrender. And to obey every command.
I stepped further.
His legs were slightly parted so I stood in-between… So close that the soft fabric of the towel wrapped around me brushed his face.
He lifted his head just enough for our eyes to meet. Then he stretched his hand and reached for the edge of the towel.
With just two of his fingers dragging at it, the towel came undone and slid to the floor. While I stood stark nude in front of him.
He stared at my boobs for a while. Then slowly lifted his hands until they caught my slender waist, holding it firmly like it was all he needed to heighten the mood.
Then he sniffed my scent. So deep he would have sniffed in my life if it only lingered on my skin.
I instinctively threw my head backward and grabbed his own when he planted a kiss on my belly once.
Then twice.
And thrice.
Like a deep kiss, he circled his lips on my belly button and started sucking on it.
I released my first moan in front of him, my eyes closed, heart thudding like a drum.
The next thing? He tightened his grip on my waist. And for a second, I floated on the air. The next second, I was on his lap, my legs straddling him, our gaze met. Closely.
His breath colliding with mine was just as hot as the heat from the candles in the room. As hot as the heat… and tension between us.
Silence for a beat too long, eyes communicating a thousand words.
Then a hot kiss.
Hands on my ass, squeezing it hungrily while I circled my hips on his lap. On his hard monster where I was sitting.
I could feel it… huge and hard, almost piercing through his black coat and if it had its way, it would have penetrated my pussy.
Then he laid on the bed and carried me along, my legs still straddling him, more than half of my weight on him now.
But his fingers still gripped my ass cheek.
He started moving me up and down on his huge monster. It hit me. Not just me but my pussy.
His coat where his huge monster pushed through was now cleaning off the liquids that dripped off my cunt and pussy lips and it tried to push past my pussy entrance.
Maybe I was moaning. Or screaming.
It's hard to recall what my exact sounds were. All I remember is that the feeling was sweet as hell.
But suddenly, he pushed me to the side and pulled his coat over his head in a swift fluid motion like he'd done it countless times before.
I got the cue and quickly wrapped my hair up. Still damp.
Next thing? He lifted me like I had no weight and dropped me on the bed carefreely. My breath hitched at how sudden I landed.
My hair loosened and spread on the bed. A few strands plastered on my face. But I quickly tucked it behind my ear and directed my gaze to him.
His face just above me, sculpted like sin itself, scanned my body like he was measuring how hard he would fuck me.
I couldn't hear my breathing anymore. Just his. How it held so much anticipation. The way his huge monster had numerous vein lines on it, standing firm and horizontal.
I just stared, heart beating like it would jump out of my chest any moment. I parted my legs without waiting for him to ask.
But that wasn't enough for him. He lifted my legs, my toes now above my head.
I didn't see it but I knew my pussy—swollen, pink and carved in the perfect shape made him impatient to finally taste me.
He tightened my legs together with just one hand. Then leaned in and started eating my pussy, lightly biting and probing his tongue on my clit very fast.
I moaned passionately and that only made him push his tongue inside my pussy, alongside one long finger.
I moaned, circling my hips against his mouth but he tried to keep steady despite my movement. My legs would have dropped if his grip wasn't firm on them. No one would be able to withstand the slow thrusts of his finger in their pussy.
Then he pulled his face away without releasing my legs. Then made his legs go on either side of my hips, his huge monster just above my pussy.
My breath hung in my throat as he started going down to insert his huge monster in me.
My heart pounded with a mix of fear and anticipation… Fear from the thought that his huge monster might not fit in my tight pussy. But of course, I badly wanted his cock to fill and stretch me.
Finally, he began to dip his tip inside my pussy. Slow and careful.
I loved how huge it was as it went deeper. No pain. Just pleasure. Just the feeling of his fat cock going deep inside my tight wet hole.
“Oh, shit!” I exclaimed, moaning.
Then he started fucking me, increasing his pace with every sweet thrust.
His balls clapped against my ass when he went harder.
I moaned really loudly while he groaned deeply like the monster he was.
Then he let me hold my own legs to the air, spread apart this time.
His hands stretched to my boobs, he grabbed them and began kneading, still fucking my pussy—fast and rough, making me shift up and down on the bed, rumpling the sheets.
And yeah, my mouth never went shut.
I screamed, squealed, moaned.
His cock was just too sweet.
Then he turned me to the side and laid beside me, forming a spoon.
He guided his cock inside my pussy and continued fucking me. Fast.
But then he went slow, my pussy walls adjusting to his cock each time he pushed it in.
Now I felt weak to moan. But my breathing was a testament to what his cock was doing to me.
One of his hands was on my breast. Not squeezing. Just feeling the softness.
He still had full energy.
Then he turned me again, my back to the bed. His lips met mine. Hungrily. As he inserted his cock in my pussy again.
But then his cum shot out before he could pull out of me. It went deep inside me and that was the best feeling ever.
He pulled out afterwards, leaving cum to drip out of my pussy. I just laid there, trying to catch my breath, exhausted as fuck.
Then I looked down and the sight of his cum dripping out of me was really pleasant.
I guess I would have to carry a Dhampir in my belly henceforth.