caused her to thrash her head from side to side in blissful moaning. Our breaths became as uneven as the tremors that ran through our naked bodies; the upwelling of blood was like lines of pure nectar.
I felt Amelia tensing with her own tiny euphoric spasms. I released her breast, and moved forward, sliding my fingers across her skin. I induced pleasure into her nerves at every part of her body that I touched, and this brought forth her first orgasm: a pulse of bliss that I felt as her back arched and she released gasping cries in lovely cadence, setting a match to the powder keg that was my desire.
I returned my fangs to the base of her neck, and she snapped her arm around my back, pressing me hard against her.
Frantically, her free hand searched for my sex. At last finding and grasping its erect length, she brought it to her soft, moist opening, her thoughts focused desperately on that primal need.
Not desiring to tease her any more, I thrust into her and bit hard, releasing a torrent of blood from the wound that sent me reeling. I felt her tighten upon me, and heard her wail in a second orgasm. We froze for several heartbeats as I rode the pleasure with her, but staunched most of the flow with my tongue.
I made love to her, thrusting slowly, listening to her shuddering cries as I fed passively from the partially-sealed wound. Soon, I released my hold upon her neck, and made tiny scratches into her shoulder, lapping up the flow.
Amelia cried out all the more loudly, digging her fingernails into my back as I moved inside her, licking the tiny orbs of blood from the wound, electrifying her nerves with my touch as we joined ourselves together. We gave into each other this way, I enjoying her taste in as many places as I could think as the night wore on.
She playfully wrestled me to my back, and pushed herself upon and into me, giving me tender love bites that mimicked my own, more effective set. She nibbled across my chest and stomach as she writhed upon me and pushed me into her; I licked the blood clean from her nails that had scratched me, as well as from my own claws and the scratches they produced upon her.
Her nervousness evaporated completely and I rose and brought her back upon the soft bedsheets. I teased her anew, disconnecting from her, but returning to her sex to pierce its petal-like folds with my fangs. I brought her swiftly to climax this way until she again wrestled with me, and impaled herself atop me as I pierced her fingers, palm and wrist, every taste more delectable than the last.
The undulations and trembling of our sweating bodies grew more vehement as I conjoined with my consummate host and lover in feeding and intercourse, and our noises rang out in counterpoint as we made love with ardent fervor.
My stamina was great, and it was as if Amelia drew upon the well of it to last with me. We pulled and pushed upon and within each other; I drank shallowly and deeply. We made love as if we had but hours left to live, filling the night cries that intensified from merely pleasured to desperate, staving off the end for as long as we could.
Still, though immortal I am, omnipotent I am not. Even my inhuman flesh had its limit, and in the fullness of time, Amelia helped me to reach it.
Her cream-colored skin had become hot and fragrant, with a crimson flush, and as slick with sweat as mine from our passions when we came to the end of our control.
I drank gluttonously from her right breast while she straddled and bounced upon me, holding onto my sex tightly with her own, balancing with her hands gripping my ankles. I thrust in counterpoint, and we forced back the inevitable with almost painful vehemence, pants and raptured cries becoming coughs of defiance as Amelia’s hips bore down, rose, and then bore down again.
At long last, it claimed us, and we surrendered to a mix of heaven and hell. I held Amelia down at the waist as I came, my teeth bared, and releasing choked cries at every agonizingly
I felt Amelia tensing with her own tiny euphoric spasms. I released her breast, and moved forward, sliding my fingers across her skin. I induced pleasure into her nerves at every part of her body that I touched, and this brought forth her first orgasm: a pulse of bliss that I felt as her back arched and she released gasping cries in lovely cadence, setting a match to the powder keg that was my desire.
I returned my fangs to the base of her neck, and she snapped her arm around my back, pressing me hard against her.
Frantically, her free hand searched for my sex. At last finding and grasping its erect length, she brought it to her soft, moist opening, her thoughts focused desperately on that primal need.
Not desiring to tease her any more, I thrust into her and bit hard, releasing a torrent of blood from the wound that sent me reeling. I felt her tighten upon me, and heard her wail in a second orgasm. We froze for several heartbeats as I rode the pleasure with her, but staunched most of the flow with my tongue.
I made love to her, thrusting slowly, listening to her shuddering cries as I fed passively from the partially-sealed wound. Soon, I released my hold upon her neck, and made tiny scratches into her shoulder, lapping up the flow.
Amelia cried out all the more loudly, digging her fingernails into my back as I moved inside her, licking the tiny orbs of blood from the wound, electrifying her nerves with my touch as we joined ourselves together. We gave into each other this way, I enjoying her taste in as many places as I could think as the night wore on.
She playfully wrestled me to my back, and pushed herself upon and into me, giving me tender love bites that mimicked my own, more effective set. She nibbled across my chest and stomach as she writhed upon me and pushed me into her; I licked the blood clean from her nails that had scratched me, as well as from my own claws and the scratches they produced upon her.
Her nervousness evaporated completely and I rose and brought her back upon the soft bedsheets. I teased her anew, disconnecting from her, but returning to her sex to pierce its petal-like folds with my fangs. I brought her swiftly to climax this way until she again wrestled with me, and impaled herself atop me as I pierced her fingers, palm and wrist, every taste more delectable than the last.
The undulations and trembling of our sweating bodies grew more vehement as I conjoined with my consummate host and lover in feeding and intercourse, and our noises rang out in counterpoint as we made love with ardent fervor.
My stamina was great, and it was as if Amelia drew upon the well of it to last with me. We pulled and pushed upon and within each other; I drank shallowly and deeply. We made love as if we had but hours left to live, filling the night cries that intensified from merely pleasured to desperate, staving off the end for as long as we could.
Still, though immortal I am, omnipotent I am not. Even my inhuman flesh had its limit, and in the fullness of time, Amelia helped me to reach it.
Her cream-colored skin had become hot and fragrant, with a crimson flush, and as slick with sweat as mine from our passions when we came to the end of our control.
I drank gluttonously from her right breast while she straddled and bounced upon me, holding onto my sex tightly with her own, balancing with her hands gripping my ankles. I thrust in counterpoint, and we forced back the inevitable with almost painful vehemence, pants and raptured cries becoming coughs of defiance as Amelia’s hips bore down, rose, and then bore down again.
At long last, it claimed us, and we surrendered to a mix of heaven and hell. I held Amelia down at the waist as I came, my teeth bared, and releasing choked cries at every agonizingly
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