Thread: Sebastian Kozlof's Bedroom

Name Nickname Sebastian Kozlof. Attire Click Here. Position Flying Professor Magical Creatures Consultant. Wand 10 Inches, Dragon Heartstring, Yew Wood. Location His Bedroom. Tagging Anyone Alice. Time 231 AM. His body twitched and pressed into her with every slurp, every swallow, every time his throat contracted to suck and spill her blood deep into his body. Every drop trickling down his throat giving him a jolt of lustful euphoria. It was far too late for him to stop himself, far too late to pull back the need and desire. His whole being was attached to her, his entire body nearly merging with her own as every part of it tried to grasp and touch her own. His nails digging into her body, as if marking her as his own. His Hand, yanking and tugging on her hair to stretch and pull her neck to the side so his teeth could sink in deeper with every suck, with every push forward to dominate her further, to feast on her like she was the only thing keeping her alive. His grasp was unshakable, the gods themselves could not rip her away from him. Every passing second glued him to her, almost as if him stopping meant certain death. No, he could not let go, and his body would grasp hers to his own until this feast of lust and hunger was over. His body could feel her own, her breath, her touch, her heartbeat, instantly he was one with her. They were inseparable, merged in a bond of blood and lust, their souls synchronizing. Then, her words and begs hit his ears and her heart beat faster, stronger, filled with desire. He let out a groan of ecstasy, pinning her legs around his waist when she wrapped them around him. His body was calling for it, accepting her request without a second thought. He knew she needed it to live through this, and the amount of pleasure, lust, and desire that would erupt would be heavenly. The deeper they dove into sin, the better she tasted, the better the feeling. He could not maintain his control anymore, his hands holding her at her thighs, ripping at her stockings as his hips pressed and grinded into her own in hungry lust and desire. His blood flew harder, his heart pumped faster, his hidden shaft hardening and pulsing at the thought alone as it pushed and pressed between her legs, helpless to resist her lustful advanced. Finally he could not bare to think any longer, and his hand quickly reached forward to roughly grab her by her hair again. He yanked her head to the corner of his neck, his teeth slowly separating from her flesh, agonizingly so as they slowly sliced their way out of her. Blood spilled out of his mouth and over her neck, and parts of her face when he opened his mouth to talk, his body clutching her suddenly, his nails digging, his hips pressing forward, his hand holding hers at the corner of his own neck. Do it...bite me...bite me, bite me, bite me, I said fucking bite me! He growled in lustful desire, needy lust. He could not have her hesitate, no, not now. He needed to feel her taste him, and with her own teeth sinking into him, finally sealing the bond between them. The moment she does so, this would no longer be a simple deal between the both of them, no. Their souls would bond as one, their bodies would constantly need to taste the other's to survive. They would become something darker, something more. Sin would become them, and he would drag her down into the pits of hungry lust with him.