Thread: Of Desire

Konstantin would have taken her in such ways even without her consent - unbeknown to her, he already had - but that she was so completely enthralled in the act was all that more pleasing to her sire. That the young vampiress seemed to want nothing more than to be his, to belong to him and to be of service to him, spoke wonders of her potential as a pet. Mm, no, she did want something more than that, didn't she? She wanted to cum. His darling Anastaysia was literally begging Sire for her orgasm. He would take it under consideration. The feel of blood pouring all around his lips from four separate puncture wounds was beyond delight. The powerful, dark-haired vampire sucked on her happily - on her blood as it gushed freely, on her beautiful bosom and erect nipple, on anything he could. He could spend hours like this, just suckling her, with or without the blood. Mm. Maybe tomorrow. Or, at the very least, soon. He drank what of her blood he could as the rest trickled freely down her chest and abdomen, staining the bedsheet with their lovemaking the same as her shoulder wound was. So beautiful, were the only words in response the man spoke, exhaling the simply thought as he straightened back up to a stand. He spent his time in eyeing her, eyeing how she looked, her right breast bitten and bleeding, her left shoulder bitten and bleeding, laying on her side, naked and flustered. His own face was calm, as stoic as ever, with only his tone belying the soft affection he regarded her with. Though he had yet to respond to her plea, Konstantin would not be one to forget of his own physical pleasure. He grasped her right leg by the ankle, then by the thigh, guiding it to raise straight upward acrobats were a lovely thing. He guided her leg up, holding her by the ankle, raising it until it was extended straight up in the air with the copper-curled vampiress still on her side. He brought it to the left side of his chest, to his left shoulder, with her foot beside his head, and stood so that both of his legs were standing over her other. One hand wrapping around her calf, holding her leg up like that, and the other spread and set upon her right hip, Konstantin restarted his slow, deep thrusts that did not remain slow for very long. His strong, bare hips rolled every time they thrust into her, each pump ending with a hard buck, ignoring the tightness of her inexperience, embracing the sweet snatch that now belonged to him. He groaned openly, relishing the way she looked as she was taken. The way her hair fell about her face and shoulders. The way her breasts, shoulders, sides, back...the bedsheet...the way it all looked coated in heavy trickles of her blood. The way she was his, no matter how he wanted her. It fueled his thrusts, all of it, which in turn caused her supple curves to jiggle even more with every slam of his hips. But then he pulled out, again. Konstantin slid himself from his new pet's dripping, hot cunt, releasing her from his grip entirely as he took a full step back from the foot of the bed. His shaft was erect and glistening with her juice, as were his balls, her need generous enough that it had trickled over a good portion of her sire's sac. His eyes were on her too, still though his touch had left her, the hunger he looked at her with still remained. Kneel.