Thread: Of Desire

The crimson-hued dance upon such beautifully pale skin stole his attention more than he would have thought. It was beautiful to see, to watch it cascade. If claiming her, his acrobat, his caged bird, hadn't been enough, the moan she elicited upon pierced flesh have given Konstantin the most delightful thrill. And now, body retraced upward, thumb crooked into her tight little asshole, shaft pumping into her rapidly, hips colliding against and causing her cheeks to bounce...all he could concentrate on through it was that crimson cascade, how it trickled down her form. How it danced from her shoulder to her back. Onto her upper arm. How it disappeared to the front, surely down her neck and chest, the four deep puncture wounds bleeding profusely. He watched how her coppery curls swathed against it when she moved. He watched all this, and even having just bitten her, even claiming her body now, physically, as he was, all the elder vampire could find focus on was how he yearned for even more. You will not, he responded to her words, ceasing his thrusting all at once, all of a sudden. Not yet. Konstantin stood there buried within her balls deep, stood there in silence for a moment and just breathed, watching how the blood trickled outward from her shoulder wounds without her body rapidly bouncing on the pillow and sheet. You will ask for permission before you do. His thick thumb slid out from within her ass. Placing that palm over on her right hip, his touched smoothed up along her side. It slid up over her hip, over the right side of her belly. The cold fingers and palm smoothed over her ribcage, narrowly avoiding her right breast. Upon reaching her underarm he moved to her back, over her right shoulder blade, then up, up until his fingers gripped onto her right, unbitten shoulder. You will plead for it. He turned her, then, twisting her body onto its left side. Slicked with her wanton lust, his shaft slid mostly from her velvety warmth with the movement, though the bulbous head remained. He twisted her body roughly halfway, so that she was leaning down on her left shoulder now, body facing to the right, then twisted her a slight bit more. Konstantin's strong left hand rose to the side of her face, encompassing it within his touch. His right went to spread and slide from her stomach up along the center of her chest, fingers splayed between her breasts, while his left pressed to one side of her face, keeping the other pinned against the sheet, hooking a finger into her mouth in the process. As for his eyes, they were centered on one very specific thing. His body bent in half, twisting, as limber as it were strong. Konstantin lowered himself to her chest, to her right breast, which he parted his lips wide as he could to encircle his mouth around as much as he might. She was voluptuous, undoubtedly, her large, milky white breast spilling out from around his lips, but still he did his best to suck it into his mouth as much he could. The hard, sensitive nub that was her erect nipple tickled against his tongue her sire did not seem the least bit shy in tickling it back. But it was not long again before she would feel those four sharp pressings of his fangs again. She would feel them, first coming to rest against the supple skin of her mound, then pausing. Then piercing, squeezing her generous tit into his mouth as he bit.