He lifts his hips until the tip of his thick, hard cock slides against my wetness. “This isn’t teasing, sweetheart. This is an offer I hope you won’t refuse.”
I want him inside me. I want to taste more of him, all of him. Our extreme size difference makes it impossible to sink my teeth into his throat and impale myself on his cock at the same time. Though he’s so huge, I may need to take that part slowly.
His blood rushing through the artery sounds like the ocean, and I long to dive in. Unable to resist the aching in my fangs, I lower them into his flesh. I feel the moment I penetrate his tissue, and then as his blood fills my mouth, my need for all of him overwhelms me. Blood flows through me, filling me in ways that a rabbit or deer never could.
Sam teases my clit with those big but nimble fingers. He presses one inside me while he moans my name, and his cock presses against my leg. I shift to caress his shaft with my thigh.
His moans feed my soul as his blood feeds the rest of me.
Enraptured but not out of control as I’d feared, I slow my intake. I lick around the wounds, knowing it will release venom and draw out his pleasure.
Jerking under me, he cries out as he grips his cock and comes along my ass and thighs. My orgasm flushes through me, and I drink deeper while it grips me.
Sam holds me without any fear as I let my fangs slip from his throat. I lick the wound and revel in the last bit of blood thatseeps out as the two puncture holes close, leaving just minor pink marks behind. He caresses my back. “Are you alright?”
“So good. You can’t imagine how good you taste.” Leaning with my elbows on his chest, I look into his eyes. “You’re like ambrosia.”
He smiles. “I was thinking the same thing about you.” His cock is already hard again, and he reaches down to stroke it.
Working my way down the muscular length of him, I rise on my knees until the smooth head of him stretches my pussy.
Gripping my ass, he holds me in place. “I may be too big for this, Mari. What we’ve already done is enough.”
But it’s not. I want more. My body yearns to be filled by him. I fight his grip and lower by half an inch. “I need you.”
His finger teases my ass, pulling a moan from my lips, and I press for more of him. There’s a stretch and then satisfaction as my body adjusts and takes him inside an inch more.
“Fuck, Mari. You can’t know how good you feel.” He relaxes his hands.
Centimeter by centimeter, he fills me, and my sheath stretches and adjusts to the length and girth of his enormous cock until I’m so full, I scream his name. I lift and lower slowly and steadily, dripping with arousal. Each time he’s deep within me, my pleasure peaks, and when I rise, my clit pulses. Emboldened and near to another orgasm, I speed my pace.
“Maaaarrrri!” His warm seed fills me, pushing me over the edge.
Taking the full glorious length of him, I throw my head back and scream while pleasure rips through me as it never has before.
Collapsing on top of him yet still intimately connected, I wish we could stay like this forever. “That was amazing.”
“If I didn’t need food, I would stay like this with you for the rest of my life.” His stomach growls as if on cue.
Meanwhile, I’m satisfied in every way. Sexually, to be sure, but I feel physically better than I have in more years than I care to count. “Your blood is like an elixir for me.”
Gently lifting me and sliding from my body, he kisses my forehead. “I’m glad I bring something to the table.”
“You’re selling yourself short, Sam Reus. Nothing can compare to what we just created together. No pleasure could be more complete, not for me.” Even saying the words brings me sorrow, knowing that it would be foolish to continue a relationship that can only end badly. Everything eventually comes to an end, and usually, I’m okay with that. “I should go, and you should eat something.”
He rises and pulls a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt from his dresser drawer. Everything in the house is super-sized. It’s all been made to fit Sam, yet I don’t feel insignificant. I like the sturdiness of the place. Carrying the clothes, he turns the water in the shower back on. “We should get cleaned up. I’ll cook a steak and pour some more wine. Then you should stay the night.” He drinks down the rest of my wine.
Even as I step under the flow of water, I say, “This is a bad idea.”
“Don’t think so much.” Sam soaps me from my feet up. Everywhere he touches, I burn for him.
Aroused, I make involuntary moans and squeaks, which I’ve never heard come from me before. “Are you trying to seduce me? I would have thought you’d be satisfied.”
Shifting so that the warm water washes away the soap, he brushes my hair behind my ear. “Are you satisfied?”
Everything about him takes my breath away. Pressing my hand to his chest, I feel the strong beating of his heart. “The answer to that question is complicated.”
“How so?” He leans down and kisses the crown of my head, then washes quickly before turning the water off and wrappinga blue towel around my shoulders. He takes another for himself and dries his enormous body.
