Immortal Cravings: Of Sin And Blood

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VASHA

Fuck.

My back arches off the bed, a broken cry of pleasure tearing from my throat as his tongue keeps lapping at my soaked folds while his fangs graze my swollen c**t. My thighs shake around his head, another orgasm building fast within me.

“Draven—f**k, your tongue,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his silver-streaked hair and pulling him closer. He growls into my p***y, the vibration shooting sparks through me.

Fuck.

My hips buck against his face as he keeps devouring me, his tongue flicking over my c**t every now and then. His mouth is pure sin, his wicked tongue driving me insane between my thighs.

Next, he sucks my c**t hard, then sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of my inner thigh.

I gasp, a paralyzing wave of white-hot pleasure exploding through me as the venom of the bite floods my veins, turning the bite into liquid ecstasy. With his fangs still buried in my thigh, he drinks from the bite wound while his fingers push inside my p***y.

Three thick fingers stretching me open again and curling against that sensitive spot inside me.

“f**k,” I rasp, my vision filled with hazy sparks of stars, my toes curling from the mixed combination of pain and pleasure.

“You taste like sin,” he murmurs against my skin, licking the fresh bite wound before diving back his tongue into my p***y along with his three fingers still buried inside me.

A filthy moan escapes me, my legs shaking around his broad shoulders.

“Such a naughty little cunt,” he chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through my core. Next, he adds a fourth finger, stretching me wider and pumping faster as he resumes his love bites on me, his fangs now focused on my other thigh.

God. ‎I am so addicted to him.

‎And I don't think I can ever be free of that addiction.

‎His fingers keep working their sinful magic on me, thrusting deeper and faster. I can feel my body nearing the edge again, his bites sending jolts of pain and pleasure twisting together through my veins. Every inch of me always responds like this to him.

Trembling.

Clenching.

Dripping.

Begging.

Just then, I feel my muscles turning rigid.

I am close.

“Drav—” The force of my orgasm hits me before I can finish his name. Wave after wave crashes over me, my vision blurring with tears of intense pleasure.

Still yet, he doesn’t stop.

His fingers keep moving, drawing out the orgasm until I am trembling and whimpering, my body coming down from the high.

Next, his tongue laps up every drop flowing out of my dripping p***y, my thighs shaking over his shoulders as I try to catch my breath.

“Good girl,” he growls and crawls up my body, his massive frame covering mine while his c**k rests on my stomach.

Thick.

Hard.

And already twitching to be pleasured.

My p***y clenches at the mere thought of riding him again. Next, he kisses me deeply, sharing the metallic tang of my blood and our combined taste. I moan into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

“You are insatiable tonight,” I whisper against his lips, teasing one of his fangs with my tongue. “Did saving me from those slavers made you this obsessive?”

“You have no idea,” he nips my bottom lip. “Seeing you in that cage made me want to slaughter every slaver in Nyxris for you. Now, you are here, offering your body and your blood to me. Tell me, how can I not be insatiable after all that?”

The raw honesty in his voice sends a shiver racing through my veins, his amber eyes burning into mine with a possessive stare.

Fuck. I need his c**k right now.

Without holding back, I push at his chest. He picks up the signal and lets me roll us again so I am on top of him.

Next, I slide down his body and wrap my hands around his massive c**k.

He groans, the bulging veins of his c**k throbbing with need. Slowly, I bend and lick the underside of his c**k, my tongue savoring the salty-cool taste of the skin before my mouth parts wider and I suck in his c**k, my throat taking him deeper as far as I can go.

“f**k,” he groans again, his hand fisting my hair and tugging painfully. The pain is exquisite and it fuels me. I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks to heighten the pleasure for him while using my hands on the rest of his length. His c**k is too big for my mouth and throat to take it all, but I keep trying my best, gagging slightly in a way that rips out another groan from him.

That groan tells me he is enjoying this while still giving me control of his pleasure.

I keep going, not stopping one bit. His hips twitch, fighting the urge to thrust into my throat.

Next, I look up at him through my lashes and hum around his c**k, my eyes watering as I keep pleasuring him more and more until he suddenly pulls me off his c**k, the thick length slipping out of my mouth.

“It's time to ride me now,” he growls, dragging me up to straddle him. “I want you to take every inch of my c**k like the filthy little slut you are.”

“Yes sir,” I purr and position his c**k at my entrance. Next, I start sinking down slowly, moaning as his c**k stretches me inch after inch until I am fully seated and clenched tight around him.

Fuck. The stretch feels like heaven.

Slowly, I start moving, rising and falling in deep, sensual rolls of my hips. My breasts bounce with each motion, my body rocking to the tune of the rhythm created and controlled by my hips.

“Don't stop,” he grunts and sits up, one of his arms banding around my back while his other arm finds my waist, gripping the flesh tight. My hips keep slamming down on him, my breasts still bouncing with my hardened n*****s grazing his skin every now and then.

“Keep going while I drink from these pretty titties,” he growls and latches onto one of my n*****s, his fangs instantly piercing the soft flesh.

I cry out in pleasure and he starts drinking, the pull of his mouth matching the frantic way I am riding him now. ‎I slam down harder on his c**k, my mind turning hazier and messier especially now that he is devouring me like I am his only sustenance.

His arm on my waist tightens more, his fangs still buried around my n****e and I can see my blood coating his lips and chin. Some trickle down my breast but he chases every drop with his tongue, his obsession with me feeding my own addiction towards him.

‎“You are mine Vasha, and I intend to ruin you so deeply that you will never crave another,” he groans and right then, his fangs detach from my n****e and he suddenly flips our positions without pulling out his c**k, his hands pinning me beneath him on the bed.

Next, he lifts my legs over his shoulders, letting me keep some form of control before his c**k pulls out an inch and drives back into me again, the new angle hitting everything perfectly.

Fuck.