The Enforcer: Eternal Redemption

Love At First Bite

The raspy, coarse tone told Thea just how much, as the whispered proclamation was shared. A thick appendage pushed confidently into the moistness of her cavern, thrusting slowly in and out teasingly.

Althea contracted unconsciously, groaning her growing arousal, the digit feeling ever so good inside her convulsing tunnel. She moaned piteously. “... Don’t.”

Edwin caught her mouth yet again, his tongue matching the movements of his finger for what seemed an eternity to Althea. She lay docilely, lost in the world of sensual pleasure the being was creating.

Taking her with him as he went, he positioned her where he needed her to be, his hand gripping the hair at the nape, his mouth clinging to hers greedily. He lifted slightly, adjusting the front of the expensive slacks he wore, his hand extracting his weapon.

Edwin released the sweet mouth to watch his progress when he eased the bulb of his p***s into the incredibly tight opening, his fingers holding the lace aside for his entry.

Althea whimpered brokenly, feeling the thick organ breach the incredibly tight orifice that opened like a flower for the being’s pleasure, filling her to capacity and beyond. She savored the long, drawn-out groan of gratification Edwin offered, vibrating to the sound. He settled into the molten depths, inch by inch, his breathing heavy, stilted.

The thick shaft ground eagerly into the steamy depths awaiting his exploration. Edwin’s coarse pubic hair felt ever so good scratching against Thea’s clean-shaven mound of ecstasy.

“No blonde curls to play in.” He murmured contentedly, his lips against her pouty ones.

“I will wager that little c**t is needing some attention along about now, hum?”

The being reached, his thick fingers easing between their bodies to fondle and stroke lovingly. His free hand kept a tight hold on her tresses, forcing Thea to remain stationary under his gentle probing.

The young female’s blood heated, desire racking her entire body. She fought for a semblance of control, but her traitorous flesh only cried out for more of this being’s particular form of punishment. “Let me...go.” She whimpered brokenly.

“Of course I shall.” The Enforcer purposely misunderstood the feeble outcry, his lips trailing a searing path down the warmth of Thea’s alabaster flesh. “We shall go...together. Would you enjoy that, Pet? I know, I should.”

“Tell me what pleases you.” Edwin whispered the taunt. “Do you wish my tongue on that throbbing little c**t? Do you want it inside your cunt? I wish...what you wish.” He growled the fact. “Show me...”

His mouth sought hers, his kisses a wanton display of self-indulgent urgency. And in the end, it was in essence, the female who began the ancient movements of lovemaking.

She who directed the tempo and depth. Her lips that became demanding and assertive. All of which the Enforcer allowed, even encouraged with his touch and response.

His hands cupped the smooth curve of the luscious buttocks, pushing her to his thrusts from time to time. He suckled her now bared breasts, catching the taut n*****s between his teeth, nipping playfully. His tongue swirled lazily about the sensitive areola, his breath causing the woman to shiver with delight and yearning.

Edwin had tugged her panties down. They rested under her ass cheeks, giving him free access to what he wished. His middle finger had eased into her anus. He gently thrust a rhythmic beat she had established, his grunts and groans increasing in frequency and duration.

Althea's tongue enticed his mouth open for her exploration whenever it pleased her to explore. The Enforcer’s thrusts were becoming more forceful...more insistent. Althea's breasts bobbed jerkily with the strength of his stabs into the yielding orifice he bruised with the violence of his lovemaking.

The female did not mind such actions, not in the least. It felt so very good, what he was doing to her...for her.

Althea had a few demands of her own, after all. Her fingers gripped the dark hair at the base of his nape, refusing his mouth from her influence.

Edwin Aldemeer knew how to kiss. He knew how to take a female to new heights. The ‘female’ closed her eyes to savor such expertise.

"Fuck." The Vampire whispered urgently, breaking the contact with the sweetness of her lips as he felt himself losing ground rapidly. His release was nearing, he could feel its intensity building. He yielded to it gladly. "f**k me!" He growled his command, suddenly needing her to obey!

Althea had no problem with such a concept. None.

She gasped her shock, the sharp teeth sinking into the softness of her neck. Althea's fingers clutched the solidness of the being's shoulder as the pain engulfed her senses. She felt the hot mouth pulling her life essence from her body little by little, surrendering to a will stronger than her own.

The intense orgasm rocked her body convulsively, the white aura enveloping her mind.

She rode the delicious wave of erotism to its brilliant heights, drowning in the explosion of colors and energy.

She could sense Edwin's involvement; feel the beat of his heart, rapid and thunderous.

The pulse of his blood heating in his veins, as the male shared the exquisite ecstasy of completion. Althea felt his euphoric release just as she felt her own, except his seemed more intense somehow, for the being had dropped some carefully constructed walls.

But none of it was real, surely. As Thea lay afterwards, breathing hard, floating in a very nice place, she realized a Vampire’s blood could not heat or rush through one’s veins. What had she just experienced?

It didn’t seem to matter.

Edwin supported the female's body, gently laying her back onto the sofa's surface. His eyes took in the visual beauty of exposed flesh, the lush thickness of blonde curls and alabaster skin.

He wiped her blood from his lips with the back of his hand, his tongue licking a sensual sweep to savor each drop, his attention more on the gaping front of her blouse front. He bent his head, his tongue flicking the dormant n****e to sudden life.

Althea whimpered, her body responding of its own accord to any demands asked.

The Enforcer smiled his pleasure. "Rest little cunt." He advised in a harsh whisper, still very much in the throes of what she had allowed him to experience. "You will need it."

He was not done with the female, not by any stretch of the imagination.

His blood still coursed with the taste of her. His shaft, still semi-aroused, fresh from the heat of her sweet cunt, had sated its hunger, but his appetite was a strong one. She was tired now.

He would allow her time to recover. Allow himself time to savor, to remember the events that had just occurred.

Edwin Aldemeer did not regret his decision to experience this ethereal creature. He thought he would do so.

But he did not.

He had not felt such exuberance since his Sire. She could always push him beyond his limits. He had felt no compulsion this time, only a desire to meld with this female. In every sense of the word.

Edwin stood, watching the blonde beauty sleep. She really was quite pretty. Not beautiful as his Sire had been. Pleasing to look upon, definitely, but this one had a fire inside her. One that had the ability to consume and ignite his own depths.

He might even keep her around for a few weeks. This one might be worth the trouble. He would decide that later. They had all the time in the world.

Edwin ran his hand down the length of her body, grinning when his victim had curled into a fetal position, whining her annoyance for being disturbed.

He crossed, sitting in a large chair in the shadows of the room. He watched her sleep. It soothed him. Having her near eased his mind. Had his mind needed easing? The thought surprised the being.

He sat, breathing slowly. His thoughts turning inward.

He attuned himself to his surroundings for once, finding the task ridiculously simple to accomplish. Before, outside influences disturbed his concentration. His head was clear now, however, his senses sharp and on edge once again.

Had he needed to lay with a female that desperately?

Well, he had denied himself of late. It was true. The question was now a moot one. The thought made his lips curve into an enticing smile.

It was definitely moot.

Now.

He laid his head back and relaxed thoroughly for the first time in ages. It felt pleasant to

do so.