Immortal Cravings: Of Sin And Blood

SWEET TORTURE

FREDRICK

With the words out of her lips, she climbs off me, her dagger dangerously close to my neck, her breasts brushing my chest and sending sparks of pleasure rushing down to my throbbing hard c**k.

Fuck.

I bite back a gasp, the sensations in my c**k instantly making me crave more. She moves away, now standing before me like a goddess of sin, her flushed naked skin glistening with sweat. Her silver dagger catches the candlelights as she twirls it lazily between her fingers, her eyes raking all over my chained body.

In those sinful eyes, I can see the raw hunger in them and even though I know I shouldn't want more, I can't resist her.

My name is Frederick but people call me Rick. Right now, I don't even think my name matters anymore because my entire world has been flipped upside down.

I am in vampire territory. The vampire kingdom of Nyxris.

And I just got f****d by the queen’s sister. A crazy ass b***h who is making me question my sanity because why the hell am I craving for more?

Worse, I need to f*****g come. I am suffering serious blue balls here and the frustration is indescribable.

“Please,” I strain my body towards her, my chains rattling with the movement. I hate that I am pleading, but I am on the verge of losing my mind here.

“Oh my poor little warrior,” she purrs, stepping closer to me again. My c**k juts out painfully, still throbbing and begging for relief I know she won’t easily give.

“Look at you,” she smiles, the blade of her dagger tracing my jaw, down my throat, and over my pounding heart. “You are begging your vampire mistress like a horny, desperate pet. Tell me, do you feel humiliated because your enemy's cunt has you this broken and eager for more?”

I grit my teeth, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. “You are evil.”

“I am evil?” She laughs and presses the sharp edge of the blade just below my navel. “I don't think I am evil, darling. In fact, I think I am f*****g generous.”

The instant those words leave her lips, she makes a tiny cut across my abdomen with the blade.

“f**k!” I groan, a million sparks of ecstasy shooting straight to my balls and making my c**k twitch harder.

“Please,” I beg again, hating and loving whatever dark magic that's living inside that blade. “I just want you to ride me until I come.”

“Maybe I will,” she smirks and next, she gracefully drops to her knees, her full breasts swaying with the movement.

My eyes narrow at her. “What are you do—?”

A sharp gasp rips out of me before I can finish my question, her sinful mouth engulfing my c**k without warning and sucking me so deeply until I hit the back of her throat.

Fuck.

My chains rattle as I buck forward, unable to stop myself from thrusting deeper into her mouth. She gags, one of her hands clawing my stomach while her other hand presses her dagger against my inner thigh, the blade occasionally nicking my skin just enough to send sparks of forced pleasure through me.

“Oh f**k, please don't stop,” I find myself begging for more. She rewards me by humming around my length, the vibration nearly making me explode. Her mouth is so addictive, driving me crazier as she bobs fast, her sloppy saliva dripping down my shaft.

Her dagger cuts me again and this time, I can feel the magic of the blade speeding up my impending orgasm.

Fuck.

I am going to come anytime soon.

“No. Don't be a bad boy,” She scolds after she suddenly lets go of my c**k, strings of her saliva linking her swollen lips to my throbbing shaft.

I groan in frustration. “How did you know I was about to come?”

“You are forgetting I am a vampire,” she smirks and stands up. Next, she playfully spins the dagger in her hand and then drags the tip lightly around one of my n*****s, cutting a shallow circle there.

I hiss, the pain from the cut mixing with the raw waves of pleasure zapping through my veins. My blood spills, streaming down my skin.

“I want a taste,” she leans in and licks the blood, dragging her cold tongue upwards until she reaches my n****e. Her fangs elongate, scraping the skin around my hardened n****e and making me hiss again.

“Mhm,” she hums happily and pulls away, licking my blood off her fangs. “You like being my dirty little pet don't you?”

“Yes,” I rasp, my c**k still pulsing for release.

“I like you more when you are honest with me,” She smiles and next, she presses her wet p***y against my c**k and starts gliding along the length. Teasing me. Tormenting me.

“You will only come when I command you to do so,” she whispers seductively. “Now, beg me again. Beg me to make you come. Beg me like the pathetic chained c**k you are.”

“Please mistress…” I beg desperately, my need for release overpowering the feeling of shame inside me. “Please let me come. Please. I will do anything for you.”

“Good boy.”

She climbs onto me and in one smooth glide, she impales her p***y on my c**k, her tight heat swallowing every inch of my length and making us moan loudly.

Fuck.