"Know that you are cherished."
~Pens&Keys
Once the ceremonies were over and I dying of starvation. Ethan met me in my room. He unlike myself feasted on all that was offered to him and what was offered to him was a God. Exhausted from recapping everything that happened in the cellar to my parents, I laid across my bed. Dress still on, makeup still on, my argument with Elloren still on my mind.
Sighing, I rolled on my stomach. Opening my eyes, two versions of the most magnetic colorful sunrises I have ever seen. The pastel pinks and newborn blues blended so well together their reflection almost got it wrong. Sliding my eyes over to Ethan he seemed lost in his own thoughts. His entire body covered in bruises. Deep bruises, the ones that would take weeks to heal if he didn’t have my blood in his system already. That might be the only source that kept him standing and thinking right now. Lots of bruises but no bites. That meant he stayed with Godric all night.
“Just ask me please.” I could hear the worry in Ethan’s voice as he spoke the statement that was a question.
“Non.”
“Pourquoi.”
“There is not a why. I simply have no space to hold that information right now.”
“Do you have enough space to hold me?” Using my elbows to push myself up I gave Ethan a questioning look. The great thing about our relationship was so much could be said without words.
“You didn’t?”
“Non, he wouldn’t allow it.”
“What did he do to you?”
“Everything, rien.” A dark crimson blush spread across his face. Ethan bashful? Ethan is a lot of things and probably would continue to be more things. But shy or bashful, are not things that describes him.
Slowing placing my feet on the never cold floors of my room. I watched as the morning sun slowly found its way to Ethan’s face. Not a bruise to be seen. His ceremonials are also untouched, which meant Godric either wanted to honor them or wanted Ethan not to belong to me for the night. The latter didn’t matter Ethan belonged to me all the time ceremonials or not. And right now, I am feeling a little possessive. Using my index finger, I called Ethan over to me.
Another beautiful thing about our relationship, was no matter my movements Ethan always saw them. Falling to his knees on the floor. Ethan crawled to me. This was painful. I saw the bruises on his knees. While Ethan crawled on the floor, the morning sun and his brown hair created a halo above his head.
On his hands and knees in front of me, I reached letting the short spikes of hair tingle the insides of my hands. Ethan felt this slight touch as a low shiver creeped through his spine. Lowering my hands tipping his chin back with the tip of my thumb. Ethan closed his eyes as he came to his knees. With his ass now touching his heels, he exposed his throat. Absolute trust in me. Absolute trust in a hungry vampire with his exposed throat. Another thing about our relationship is that I love the dangerous games Ethan likes to play. With his hands limp by his sides, and him focusing on his breathing. I knew he was preparing himself for my bite.
My bites hurt like hell, then they burned like hell then they hurt like hell, then they burned like hell. There is no pleasure in my bites if you are not a masochist. Unfortunately for Ethan he is and because of it I am going to withhold such a pleasure. He owes me an explanation.
Brining my nose to the center of his neck, I inhaled him. The aromas of white and arousal filled my nose. Salvia beginning to collect in my mouth. Such a pure scent for someone with dark desires. Sliding off the bed into his lap. I whispered into Ethan’s neck. Allowing my lips to lightly brush the skin covering his Adams apple.
“Did you beg him to cum?”
Shaking his head no, I asked why.
“Pourquoi.”
“Because what if it was a test of my devotion?”
Sliding my words up and down the length of Ethan’s neck, making sure to lightly kiss his Adam’s apple each time my lips past it.
“You think I would test you in such a way?”
“Oui?”
He knows me so well. Moving from his neck and smiling against his ear, my teeth grazing Ethan’s ear. That got me a heavy sigh.
“What if I told you that Godric was no test? That you wasted a perfectly great opportunity to be pleasured by a God and you let it slip through your fingertips.”
Ethan let a low groan die in the center of his chest. For an extreme masochist like Ethan, last night up until this moment was merely foreplay. Godric gave him physical pain. I would play with his heads. Although this part is no game. Godric was no test. Ethan however did not need to know that until later.
Biting down on his delicious ear, I filled with truths.
“You should have let him pleasure you, Ethan. You should have let him bend you over and fill you with cum.” Ethan’s only reaction was his cock tapping the inside of my thigh.
Biting down on his ear, a small drop of blood landed on my tongue. My throat tighten as I fought my natural urge to seek more blood. If I let my fangs out now, I just might drain him right here. A hungry vampire is one thing, but an aroused and hungry vampire is another. Moving my hips closer to the bottom of Ethan’s stomach my clit sliding across his dick. I wanted to let out my own growl, but I held back. Reminding myself that Ethan needed to be tortured for not answering me earlier. He needs to earn my vocalized arousal.
Sliding my hand down from his chin to his neck, I gripped it tight. The bruises there already beginning to fade. Godric must have avoided this area after the first choking.
Whispering more truthful words into his ear. I could hear Ethan’s eyes rolling in the back of his head replaying his beating with Godric. Releasing his neck, his head snapped up, his begging eyes meeting my red ones. He watched my eyes, my lips, then my eyes again. Biting his own lip until blood dripped from it.
He knows me so well. I did enjoy a little self-harm with my sex. Ethan looked at my lips then my eyes again. This is his version of begging for a kiss. Begging for me to clean up his mess. This is his version of offering his blood. Ethan’s blood began submerging the room in the scent of red honey. The smell of his arousal and blood burning its way to the most basic part of my being.
Squeezing my legs against the outside of his thighs, I could feel his cock growing bigger underneath me. He is such a good boy. How could Godric let this go to waste? It would be impossible for me to leave Ethan right now. When he is aroused like this, begging like this, being such a good boy like this. It reminds of our first night and how far we have come.
I am no mistress or sadist I simply like violence with my sex. Ethan is no professional submissive he simply likes pain with his sex. The perfect gift. Wrapping my hands and interlocking my fingers behind his neck. I closed the distance between our lips. Ethan wants the kiss. I am after the blood. The two different reasons for the kiss made it intoxicating feral.
Moans filling the room surrounding us in an echo chamber of desire and instinct. After the blood cease to flow I searched for more. The hunger making me kiss him harder. Ethan finally moved his hands, and they felt warm against my back. Even through my dress Ethan’s human warmth made me feel as if I was burning in the sun.
His moans flooding into me now and I couldn’t help but react. His reaction to me, always satisfying. Ethan has never feared me only terrified of what I might not do to him. This morning, I would prove that true. If only for a moment as soon as I could pull myself from the edge of pleasure.
Kissing him deeper. My tongue searching for his moans and blood in the back of his throat. Pushing Ethan backwards on the floor, we readjusted ourselves without breaking the kiss. If this continued and it would, soon I would start matching Ethan’s arousal and forget all about punishing him for not answering my question earlier.
Rolling on top of me, Ethan pressed his knee between my legs to spread them. At some point during the roll, he managed to hike the length of my dress up. Pushing my hips up to find something to press myself against. Ethan broke off the kiss. With his glossy, pleading lustful brown eyes to my devil ones. Ethan spoke no words, but I knew what he is asking.
Ethan disappeared underneath the pool of my dress. It is no mystery as to where he went. Feeling the warm sensation of a wet tongue on my clit. I bit down on my own tongue to keep from crying out as Ethan kissed, sucked, and licked the small harden ball of flesh though my panties. My hips involuntarily thrusting towards the pleasure of his mouth.
His eyes must be closed, that’s when he ate pussy the best. Against my will a low plea escaped my lips.
“Please don’t stop Ethan.”
I felt one weighted hand leaving my thigh. Looking down, I couldn’t see where it disappeared to. This fucking dress had to go. Using my powers I made a cut down the center of the dress and my body broke free of the laced fabric and the unyielding corset.
Now naked except for my black thin panties, pearl necklaces, and Ethan between my legs. I leaned up a little. Now I could see where that hand disappeared too. Gripping his beautiful dick, Ethan slowly dragged his hand over his full length. Pre-cum began to drip from the tip.
Barley dragging my eyes from the scene of self-pleasure. I gazed at Ethan’s face. With his eyes closed in pleasure and peaks of his pinkish tongue darting in and out of my pussy in the morning sun. I could not remember seeing anything as lovely as this. Well maybe one thing.
Godric flashed across my mind causing my head to fall back in deeper pleasure. Squeezing my breast, I let my thoughts become tangled. What if Godric were here. What would he say? Would he find this pleasurable? What would he do? Would he only watch? Would he position himself behind Ethan and fill him with cum? What does a God in the webs of pleasure look like? What would he sound like?
Pushing my hips deeper into Ethan’s mouth, the first wave of little white lights came. My orgasm is building. Ethan knew this too. Changing his focus to only the small ball of flesh. Wrapping his lips around my clit and focusing all his attentions there. His warm wet tongue pushing me to the edge of pleasure.
Squeezing my breast harder, more images of Godric here in this room broke free in my head. Picking up with Godric riding Ethan from the back as Ethan ate my pussy and stroke himself. Ethan. The second wave of white lights came. Would Ethan like having a cock fill him as he tasted my pussy? Would Godric stroke Ethan for him? Allowing Ethan to play with my nipples. Would Godric bite Ethan as he came? How long would it take him to cum? How long does he cum? What does his cum feel like? What does it taste like?” What does a God look like when they cum?
Without thinking the word “Beau,” escaped my lips. Ethan’s moaning broke me. Soon enough little white lights began to flash across my eyes. Followed by little bolts of white lightning flashing in my body. Panting and holding Ethan’s head in place I rode his tongue. His moans fueling my chase to release.
Moan after moan escaping both our lips. I want to see him cum, but I want to cum. Waiting until I was one lick away from exploding. I used my telekinesis to stop Ethan’s hand from releasing his own pleasure. With a loud cry I came. My body rocking hard against Ethan’s mouth. Ethan letting out a grunt of unreleased pleasure did not pull his lips from my clit. Instead, he kept licking extending my orgasm.
Once the waves stopped and the white lights went back to wherever they laid dormant. In one quick movement I placed my foot on Ethan’s chest and pushing him over. Climbing on top of him I slid my wet panties across his wet dick.
“You do not get to cum until after I feed.”
With a low whimpered, Ethan took hold of my hips pushing them down, then backwards, then forwards against his dick. Slapping him enough to break a regular human’s jaw did nothing to prevent him from pushing me down harder onto him. He wants to cum. He is so close nothing else mattered.
Sliding my hands between us, I took Ethan’s cock in my hand. Squeezing it hard enough for pain to overpower pleasure. Blinking the grips of pleasure away Ethan stared into my eyes. Concern dancing in their corners.
“You do not get to cum until after I feed.”
Nodding his head in agreement. I loosen my tight grip sliding my hand along his length. The slide is not seamless enough for my taste. Removing my hand and placing it in front of Ethan’s face, he licked it. Covering it in his salvia. Once my hand felt wet enough, I placed it back on his cock. Stroking him, the concern that danced in the corners of his eyes disappearing.
Sliding down his body, I bit his nipples while digging my nails into the bruises on his sides. Ethan let his pleasure be known. Loud moans floated to the top of the room. Their bubbles bursting and echoing into each other.
“Earlier last night, I asked you if you knew who the guest was. You never answered me. That hurt.” I whispered into one of the bruises on his side. Sliding my hand faster over his cock and licking his skin. I waited for him to answer.
“I am sorry. I couldn’t inform you. Your father did not want the surprise to be ruin.”
Replacing my hand with my pussy. I slide my panties to the side allowing Ethan’s cock to touch the outer lips my pussy. His accidental hip thrust told me he liked it. Sliding slowly across his cock I asked.
“You answer to me do you not?”
His yes came out strained. He is trying so hard not to cum. Too bad I would not make it easier. Leaning up I played with my breast. Licking my fingers and placing them on my clit, I played with myself. I did not need to look down to know Ethan is watching.
“Your cock, its thickness, its beauty. It makes me horny at school you know. Sometimes I am in class and memory brings your smell to me and boom I am wet. Once I remembered how much you liked for me to bit it as I suck it. I came inside the girl’s bathroom when I was supposed to be in class.”
“If you keep this up Alucard. I am going to cum.” Ethan said the words, but they barely escaped his swollen wet lips.
“If you do that before I feed, you will never cum again.”
Pleasuring myself faster now, the white lights returning. I said, “Ethan I am going to cum all over your cock.”
With Ethan’s cock throbbing underneath, me. I continued to rock myself against it. Squeezing my breast tighter the pressure building faster inside me. Once that final wave hit me. I bent sinking my teeth into Ethan’s neck. He cried out for two reasons. The first being he wants to cum the second begin the pain my bite was causing.
Once the final waves of my orgasm stopped, and I was only feeding now. I finally noticed Ethan was fucking me. With his hands gripping my shoulders and his lips parted in ecstasy. He was on the brink of an orgasm. While I was lost in my own ecstasy Ethan slipped his cock inside of me. I can feel it now. Warm and filling.
Opening his eyes and his mouth he was about to say something. Stopping him I said.
“Don’t say sorry. We both know you are not. We both I am not. You feel good inside of me. Aside from that you earned this. Giving up a night with a God to come back to me. I have seen Godric. You performed a miracle. Now use me to until you spill every drop of semen you have.”
Without delay, Ethan did as I instructed. Incredible. Matching his pace and finding our rhythm. Ethan dug his nails into my back, and I dug my teeth into the other side of his neck.
Pushing me down harder on him while slamming into me. Ethan’s eyes were lost in his own pleasure.
“Alucard soon. Go faster. Please, please go faster. Ride me. Drain me.”
There is nothing more erotic to me then a boy deep in pleasure, moaning and begging directly in my ear. Faster white lighting shot through my body. Three more if those and the fourth would be the storm. Riding Ethan harder he matched my efforts as best as he could but soon, my vampire speed became too much and there was nothing he could do but let me ride him. Let me drain him.
Ethan’s head fell back exposing his bare neck again. He is about to cum, and so am I. After the third lightning bolt, I let my own head fall back. Ethan reaching in between us to rubbing my click did it for both of us. Crying out, Ethan’s semen flooded into my and my own liquids poured over him. He did not stop rubbing me and I did not stop riding him. No, experience taught me that there is always more. And there was. The second orgasm hit and with it a wave of euphoria.
Falling to the ground. Ethan pulled me down with him. Wrapping his arms around me. I knew was seconds away from falling asleep. Letting my own tenderness die down. Remaining still in Ethan’s arms. He would need rest and a lot of it. His body would need to replenish the blood I drank and the coloration to his skin from the beating he took. Three minutes past and Ethan’s light snore began told me he was out for the morning. Removing myself from his arms and picking him up. I placed him in my bed.
Pulling the white linen sheets over his exhausted body I kissed his forehead.
“Naughty dreams Ethan.”
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