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If she could hear the thoughts that filtered through his head she would have fell off the fence in her laughter. She, already a mother...HA! Now don't get her wrong there was nothing against mothers it just wasn't her thing at the time. Did he know how many kegels she did every day as it was in order to keep her core tighter than a virgin? Oh no, no big ass baby head was going to undue her hard work so soon. Not even if the potential baby daddy was to die for...literally. Yet, his laugh, a sensual baritone did things to her that no blood sucker should be able to. Her stomach clenches, sending delicious pinpricks down her spine. If she wasn't careful he would be able to scent her arousal.

"Mmm a vampire after my heart!"

She moans as if he was all she could ever dream off before bursting into giggles. It was quite hilarious the image that statement procured. Her giving birth and them sequestering the dead bodies of their spawn in the dead of night.

"We could bury them with her, give her some company."

She quips, gesturing to the dead body nearby, yet her heated gaze never leaves his save to eye his shirt. She wanted it gone. She wanted access to the skin beneath it and maybe even leave a few bite marks behind. She did enjoy rough play. She was about to say "That you are" when he leans in, his face so close to her aching breasts that she sucks in a breath. Staring down into his eyes through his lashes, the heat there sears her more so than his delicate voice. The tone was so soft that it seemed to linger in the air between them, her nipples straining against the fabric of her shirt. She should have worn a bra but the shirt was fitted enough that she didn't have to...or that was what she told herself. Leaning forward she brought her aching globes closer to his face, the tiny pinpricks of her nipples so close to his mouth. By now her lust was fully ablaze, even her own sensitive nose could pick the musky aroma out from the typical scents that enveloped them. So many visions flitter through her mind, some of him ripping her shirt off with his fangs, the others of her clawing his back when they begin to tease each other with more conversation when their bodies were doing most of the talking as it were. But she knew how to get his attention.

Dragging her gaze from the body, lips painted with her blood, she is mesmerized by the vision of him yet again. His movements are quick, his hands grasping her hair roughly as he yanks her head back. A sigh of surprise leaves her parted lips as she stares at him, a shiver of raw pleasure racing down her spine as he pulls her closer. Their lips collide roughly, their lips pressing together before engaging in a dance of wills. A moan is ripped free of her throat as she reaches for him, circling his neck as she parts her lips, inviting him into her mouth, to tango with her own slender tongue. Yet he gives her more, his fangs sinking into the delicate flesh of her lips, his suckling creating a delicious inferno to blaze within her core. She is wet, growing wetter with each suction, the liquid bypassing her panties and painting the top of her thighs. She was a squirter and always got wetter than needed.

A whimper is given when he pulls away, her eyes cracking open a tad to protest his absence...when did she close her eyes? Yet she could do naught but squirm on the post as his hands trail through her hair, the action sending visible cascading shivers down her body. She wanted his hand to go lower, to relieve the immense pressure that had gathered at the juncture between her legs yet it stilled between her twin globes, teasing her in their inaction and a growl parts her now plump and tender lips. Yet at his command she is in motion, not caring that they are indeed in a public place. Sliding down the fence, she discovers that she is shorter than he, no surprise there, but she continues down to her knees. Her hands shoot out to grasp his zipper, her gray gaze never leaving his as she deftly maneuvers the button and brings him forth, hard and at attention.

There she lowers her gaze to fully gaze upon his cock, her eyes hungrily tracing the veins and the bulbous head before she drags her tongue up the shaft, returning her eyes back to him and keeping them there. She takes care not to touch the head, knowing that there was most of the nerves, she wanted to tease him. Again she trails her tongue down and up his shaft, her hands pulling forth his balls to fondle them. Every now and then she will angle her head, her teeth nibbling at his heated flesh, eyes searching his and gauging his reaction. For a few more tortuous moments she teases him, pumping his now wet shaft with her hands as she suckles his balls, he was too big to do with just one hand, when she suddenly comes up. She is careful to take her time, letting him see her tiny pink tongue as it kisses his dick before swirling it around the opening, lapping up the droplets of precum that has accumulated. The flavor salty upon her tongue as she swallows the head, sucking hard as her hands pumps him furiously. He asked her to show and damnit she was going to show him.

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