Run Poppy Run

Not a Dream

Damian

I ran my hand down my rock-hard c**k as she panted heavily in my lap. Being watched by her while I pleased myself set a fire inside me. I probably would bust right now if I wasn’t enjoying teasing the crap out of her.

She took in short, sharp breaths as she struggled against me with her bound hands. She dropped her head, moaning as I reached up, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back.

“Oh, no you don’t get to...hide,” I grunted as I picked up my speed. She opened her mouth, her face bright red as she kept eye contact with my hand. She licked her lips as her eyes darted up to mine. She closed hers, dragging in a deep breath.

“Damian... are you...A...” She opened her eyes, looking at me. I smiled as she wiggled again.

“Are you a vampire?” she mumbled out as a look of defeat washed over her face. I stopped jerking myself off, gliding her off my lap to the floor. She sat there looking up at me as I spread my legs, flicking my tongue against my canines.

“Yes.” I smugly responded as she stared wide-eyed at me. “Now, you want me to please you?” I leaned forward, placing my fingers on her chin. She sucked in a breath as she frantically nodded.

“Show me how mic rosu...” I reached out, touching her panties. She looked at me, confused.

“Show me what you like.” I poked her c**t with my finger as she gasped.

“Can you... at least remove the belt?” She moaned out as I leaned back, shaking my head. She sighed, adjusted herself and spread her legs. ‘God... this is embarrassing,’ her mind slid out.

“Stop saying that word...” I kicked her foot with mine as she looked at me, surprised. She chewed on her lower lip as she looked to the left, slowly guiding her fingers to her groin.

“D-Damian, can you...” She shuddered as she ran her fingers down her lower lips, pressing delicate fingertips against her panties as I ran my tongue over my teeth, taking my c**k in my hands and stroking myself.

Her chest heaved up and down as she slid her panties to the side. ‘I’m having a conversation... with a vampire... while we jerk off in front of each other...’ she gasped as she inserted a finger into herself.

“Oh, mic rosu...” I moaned out as I ran my hand around my tip, then back down my shaft as she played with her c**t, inserting and swirling her fingers in herself. Her legs spread more as she moaned.

“Damian...” she moaned out. f**k her voice... My speed increased as she struggled to get her question out. I closed my eyes, letting my mind reach for hers. Oh, the sweet sensations running through her thoughts caused me to fling my hand to the couch, gripping it till my knuckles turned white. I heard the fabric tear as she gasped. I felt her orgasm rise in her mind. The colors, the sensation... sent me over the edge.

“Oh, that’s right Poppy... keep doing what you’re doing...” I groaned out, flinging my head back as I felt my climax rise. I pulled my head upwards, opening my eyes so I could watch her finish.

She moaned, flinging herself back onto the floor. Her hips rose as she ground into her own hand. Her breaths were short gasps, her back arched. I picked up my speed as I leaned forward, moaning. Our voices mixing as she choked in her pants.

“O-Oh... f-f**k!” She screamed out, her voice cracking as I grunted, emitting a low growl as I finished in my hand. Her back relaxed as her fingers exited her. She lay writhing on the floor.

“T-That was... fucking... CRAZY!” She gasped out as she struggled to sit up. I leaned back against the couch, my body forcing my chest to rise up and down. DAMN, this woman! I pulled my pants up as I licked my hand clean. I then got up to help her off the floor as she stared at me wide-eyed. ‘That’s sexy’. She whimpered out in her head. I grinned.

“You find me licking my own c*m hot?” I cockily said as she pursed her lips together. She struggled to stand, her legs trembling. ‘Fingering myself in front of him... was hot as well!’ her thought rang out.

“Yes, yes, it was...” I leaned into her ear, biting it. She gasped as she fell into me.

“Damian-can you... read minds?” She finally got her question out as I chuckled.

“Yes, mic rosu. I can.”

‘f**k!’ she yelled as I guided her to the couch. She plopped down, wiggling into her pants as she slid her head to my shoulder. She turned her head, opening her mouth and clamping down on my shoulder.

“Mmm... don’t...” I growled out as I turned toward her. She’s poked a beast, and I will let it out and show her what’s like to get properly f****d. She pulled her brows, looking up at me.

“Ever since... you gave me your blood...” she mumbled out as she pulled away from my arm. “I’ve... wanted more.” She wrapped her arms around herself as she looked away from me.

“Ah, yes. Gotta be careful with that...” I wrapped my arm around her as she leaned on me.

“Why?” She guided her hands around my waist as she nuzzled into me.

“Oh, if you drink too much of it, you’ll become a ghoul.” I chuckled as she snapped her head up at me.

“W-What’s a ghoul?” She stammered out.

“A mindless fiend who follows a vampire around and does their bidding for their blood.” I stuck my pinky finger into my fang, picking at it as she mumbled. She let go of me, causing me to grab her hands and bring them back. She looked at me oddly.

“Sorry... your touch-it’s nice.” I lowly said as she placed her head on my shoulder.

“So, I’m not going to turn into a vampire from drinking your blood?” She whispered out.

“No, mic rosu, you have to be on the verge of death and I have to suck ya dry, feed you my blood and bury you six feet under.” I chuckled. She adjusted herself. The feeling of tiredness washed over my mind.

“Damian...c-can you...” She fidgeted. ‘Sleep with me’, she mumbled out her thoughts. Oh, I don’t like it when people communicate with me through thought when they’re right next to me. But she’s allowed. Her voice is so calming, so sweet I couldn’t possibly get annoyed by her.

“Yes, mic rosu...I’d absolutely love to.” I whispered as I turned, scooping her up in my arms. She giggled as I carried her up to her bed. I gently placed her down as she wiggled under her blankets, grabbing that horrid-looking sloth plushie. I saw the backing ripped out; remembering I did that.

“I-I’m sorry about that... I’ll get it fixed for ya.” I reached out, stroking the back of the animal. She buried her face in it as I climbed behind her. I stayed on the outside of the blankets so I wouldn’t interrupt her warm cocoon. My body temperature is drastically low, it never changes, and I didn’t wish to disrupt her sleep.

I lay there the rest of the night just listening to her breathing. She ended up having a nightmare that had me griping her and hushing her as she thrashed about. She ended up rolling over, burying her face in my chest as she whimpered. I held her tightly as the sun slowly rose, decorating the horizon with oranges and purples.

“Mmm...” Poppy’s groan brought my attention back to her as she pressed against me.

“Morning-Mic rosu...” I hummed out as she stared at me wide-eyed.

“So- it wasn’t a dream?” She whispered as she nuzzled into me.

“No, no, it wasn’t.” I kissed the top of her head.