374- Devoured Slowly
POV Seraphine Valerian:
I let out unintelligible sounds as he stopped penetrating me and pushed me slightly forward, just enough to open his pants and lower his boxers.
“Come here. Climb on looking at me.”
Just his voice, thick, in that harsh tone, already drove me crazy, making me tremble all over. My legs could barely hold me as he helped me stand and turn, pulling me back to straddle him.
Marveling, I saw the protuberant erection, the swollen veins, the pink and beautiful glans with a drop appearing at the slit. I pushed my dress aside, anxious, my eyes rising and seeing his black irises burning with a golden center. Like flames around the pupils.
I slid onto his lap, hugging him, doing what I had wanted since I woke up and felt his absence. I kissed him passionately, his hands grabbing my ass under the skirt and rubbing me against the hot column of flesh. I drowned, desperate.
Viktor lifted me as if I weighed nothing, fitting himself into my folds. I barely balanced myself and fell, descending and swallowing him while screaming against his tongue. He sucked it, grunted, thrusting so deep that I choked, whimpered.
He pushed my panties further aside and fucked me intensely, taking everything at once. I spun, rolled my hips, went up and down in a crazy seesaw of senses.
He pulled my hair at the nape, wrapping a large strand around his fist, forcing me back. I regretted losing his kiss but gained his vision in return, beautiful and wild, his eyes already taken over by golden yellow.
He lifted the skirt that hid us, his gaze falling to where we were joined, his cock so buried that our pubic bones rubbed together. He sniffed me, demanding:
“Lean on the table and show me your nipples, Seraphine. I want to see all of you.”
“Ah...”
I weakened, clogged with lust and voracious appetites. It burned to have him so big and thick, so deep. I trembled uncontrollably, but I obeyed. I slid the thin straps down, and the dress ended up at my waist. He got more excited staring at my breasts, his fangs slowly extending as he ran his tongue over them.
I panted at the transformation, so easy and animalistic, until even his member swelled, opening me beyond measure. He moved his hips and made me slide up and down on all that flesh.
“Ah, Viktor...”
“Fuck... I want to control myself... but I can't...”
He grunted, moving his lips as if to snarl, his fangs shrinking. He was concentrating to contain the beast, but I wasn't afraid. I was marveled, hypnotized. Pleasure turning into tremors that kept me on the edge of orgasm.
“Don't control yourself.”
I barely finished murmuring, his canines projected forward, he thrust harder and deeper, pulling screams from my throat. His gaze on every part of me, breasts, hardened nipples, cunt full of his cock moving back and forth.
I came, vibrating and seeing stars. He pulled me against his chest, his teeth scratching the skin of my neck, his hands on my ass, dictating the wild movements. New growls grew, violent, when his mouth opened between my shoulder and neck.
In the middle of the lustful haze, I felt my heart accelerate even more, my vein throbbing against his tongue. And I understood that was the spot.
I grabbed his hair, wave after wave dragging me, my murmurs turning into a plea:
“Mark me...”
The tips of his fangs were there, ready to be buried. He tensed all over, and my cunt squeezed his cock so hard I felt it throb deep in my belly. I cried, asking with devotion:
“Make me completely yours... mark me...”
“Fuck...”
He exploded, spurting and pulling me against him. But he turned his face away, without biting me, raging to the side.
I was devastated because I wanted him completely and to be his in every possible way. Entirely.
We remained clinging as languor arrived, calming our breathing slightly. His hands caressed my back under my hair. Then he began to pull away, his dark eyes searching for mine. Serious, his eyebrows furrowed.
I felt it had been by a very narrow margin. He almost bit me. And I regretted that he hadn't.
He didn't say anything, holding me enough to lift me off his cock and sit me on his lap. He pulled up his boxers and closed his pants. He lifted the straps of my dress, and I thought he was going to scold me for the request I had made.
Slowly, he put my panties back in place. Just the brushing of his fingers, the descent of sperm down my flesh, already made me tremble.
He looked into my eyes.
“You didn't finish eating.” He pointed to the food behind me.
It was somewhat disappointing not to address the issue, to act in that somewhat distant manner.
“Neither did you.”
“I'll eat later.”
He stared at the monitors, and I understood I was being dismissed.
Tense and upset, I got off his lap. My legs felt like jelly, my panties were soaked.
“I... I'll go back to the castle.”
“Alright. We'll have dinner together later.”
I nodded, embarrassed. And disturbed. So I turned and left. I fought the urge to cry, not even knowing why.