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He is so damn sexy with that crooked smirk and she couldn't help but like it. It did things to her that she quite...well liked. Yes she had seen it on men before, even women, but on him...with those fangs winking in and out...well. Who knew that she would enjoy vampire so much? She was no prude, did not discriminate based upon race, yet this particular one she could see herself enjoying for longer than a spell. That is if he performed equally well as his voice and looks.

"I'm lonely."

Her voice is husky as she parts her legs some, a clear invite, as their eyes meet yet again. It is a colliding of trains, both speeding down the road to ultimate passion. Her body thrums with anticipation, knowing that he would not refuse her...could not. Her blood boils, a rushing river in her veins and she wonders if he could hear it. If he could smell her life as it warms her flesh, causing her porcelain skin to pink as her arousal deepens. And then he was in-between her legs, his lips assaulting hers and gives in to him, his growl causing her to bite back another moan. By now her panties are drenched, the sensation of wet cotton against her a feeling she could do without.

However, she is not given time to dwell on her uncomfortable predicament for long as she kneels before him. His large cock in her mouth as she delivers her careful ministrations. She loved giving oral sex, loved the power of having a man literally in her hands...of knowing that with one snap of her wrists she can reduce even the strongest to a whimpering mass of flesh. Yet she loved the other end of the spectrum as well. Like now, she reveled in his growing erection, fingers sliding over his heated silken flesh as she gorges herself on his head. She sucks hard, her checks sunken in with her effort, as she tries to suck his dead heart out through his dick. The force of her suction combined with the feather light touch here and there to his balls sure to drive him to the edge. Dark slate eyes delving into the icy depths of his own whenever he looked at her. The moment is so charged, so perfect, with their eyes locked that she moans around him. Her own eyes rolling to the back of her head, eyelids fluttering, as another shock of raw pleasure racks her body. He was watching her, the sheer force of his gaze forcing a mini orgasm from her and she is not alone. A groan is torn from his throat as he tosses his head back, the action felt rather than seen, as he pumps his load into her mouth. It is hot, salty, and tinged with another subtle flavor that she drinks. She is greedy as she ravenously licks every drop, suckling at his penis in an attempt to draw forth more, a mew vibrating the back of her throat. Yes, she could do this for hours and would gladly show him just how much she worshipped his wonderful cock when suddenly she is pulled up. Her legs reach out to wrap around him, pressing her wet thighs and pussy to him, whimpering at finding the barrier of cloth. She needed him in her, needed him to soothe the inferno that raged within her. Another passionate kiss cuts off another whimper, his lips brutally exploring her mouth and she, his with just as much intensity. She loved it. Most men shied from kissing a woman after she went down on them, not he and she is thrilled.

Arms encircle his head again as he falls to his knees, holding on to his powerful body as she grinds her pussy onto the hard length of his dick, belly, chest...whatever she had access to as he lays her on the ground. As soon as she is settled she looks up at him, one hand trailing down her body until it could rub the spot above her clit through her panties. She needed friction, she needed to cum again. Her hand is halted though as he rips open her blouse, the delicate fabric screaming in protest as it literally comes apart at all the seams. A gasp is given as her breast fly free, the globes flushed and her nipples fully erect.

"Ohhh."

She sighs as his head dips, his lips capturing hers again as his hand kneads her breasts. She was pinned between a rock and a hard place. There was no chance of her running to prolong this, so she doesn't even entertain the option. Instead she writhes as a sharp pain shoots through her consciousness. He pinched her. Dragging her hands through his hair she pulls, a growl of pleasure is given against his lips. She is light headed with pleasure, delirious with sensation that she is sure that she is making soft little sounds that are inherently incomprehensible. She does not even recognize that he has left her breathless until he releases her mouth, her shivering body heaving in oxygen as he trails that delectable mouth lower. Each nibble sends her into gentle convulsions, her body highly sensitized as her back arches into him. Then his mouth is upon her nipples, a ragged shout is the only indication that she is close to shattering. His tongue enacts dangerous ministrations, his fangs causing her to scream as she bucks beneath him. Back and forth he goes, delighting in torturing her breasts as she continues to pull at his hair, yet sometime during the act she has resorted to gripping his shirt. It was the only thing that kept her from bucking her way free.

His hands are on the move again, trailing down her body and ripping everything to shreds. She had rather liked her skirt and shirt, it gave her an innocent look yet at the moment she couldn't bring herself to care as she soon found herself naked. Her clothes lie beneath her, a tattered and shorn mess yet her eyes are riveted to his. Does he like what he sees? Her body is tight and toned; thanks in part to her were blood and her lifestyle. She wanted to see him naked, to feel his flesh upon her, yet he teases her. The pads of his fingers trailing down her thighs, causing her muscles to seize and her legs to attempt to close about him. His body, firm and solid, the only thing keeping them open as she moans, her head thrown to the side, effectively breaking eye contact. And then...then...

"OOOOOOO! Pl...please! Please!"

She pants as his fingers find her sweet spot, pumping her forcefully as she grips his arms. Her nails sink in, seeking his blood as she rides his fingers. They don't even know each other's name yet he was her perfect lover thus far. The wet sound of his penetration a sweet accompanied to her gasping breath, her sounds becoming sharper and breathier. She was going to...OH! His mouth and free hand are upon her again, her own hands reaching up to cling to him as her body tenses. Her pulsing pussy clinches upon his fingers, her inner muscles contracting and releasing as she cums on command. Sweat glistens on her body yet she is not tired as she finally falls back. A wicked smile is upon her face, a face aglow post-orgasm.

"And how do you plan to spend the night?"

She growls, mischief alight in her eyes, the only indication of what was to come as she suddenly pushes him back, positioning herself above him.

"Time to return the favor, yes?"

She coos, her hair falling down about her neck to tickle his cotton clad chest. That just wouldn't do now would it? If she had to go home naked then she could at least have his shirt. Reaching down she tears the fabric, a wicked gleam of delight painting her face at the sound of it tearing. She knew she was stronger than the average human but she never tore clothing before. She quite liked it. Staring down at his chiseled chest she smiles, head dipping down to lap at his nipples. First one then the other, loving the way they pebbled into little rocks. Oh yes, men had nerves there as well and she would be a fool to ignore them. She moves her head as if she was ready to go lower before swiftly going back, delivering a swift and hard bite to his left nipple. Pulling back she studies his reaction before delivering several more hard bites to both of his sides. She was a biter, loved it, loved receiving it, just an all round kinky bitch.
She doesn't try to rip his jeans, instead she rubs her dripping pussy over his cock, soaking it with her juices along with the skin above the rim of his jeans. His flesh feels divine against her moist cunt, loving the way the ridges of his head plays against her engorged clit. Leaning down, pressing her breasts to his chest she purrs near his ear.

"What do you want me to do?"

With that she lifts her hips some, slinking a hand down to position him at her opening as she comes down just a fraction of an inch, just enough for him to experience the molten lava of her core before coming back up. Pressing his dick back down to resume her earlier rubbing her with pussy, head tilted as she scrutinizes his reaction.

"Sorry? What was that?"

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