Tears burn in the corners of my eyes, and I feel his fingers run underneath my chin, lifting my gaze to his. He pulls his cock from my mouth and brushes the tip against my work-swollen lips. I lick at the bead of cum welling up in his slit, eliciting a groan from him.
I nearly forget myself at the taste of his cum. There's an earthiness to it, not quite as salty as I might have thought. The part of me that can smell something like rain on pavement from his kisses becomes ravenous for it. I've starved myself for so long, and it would be so simple to finally sate myself.
I nearly whimper at how much I want to stroke him until he finishes, but I also want to draw this out, to savor this night as much as I can.
He wipes a smudge of saliva from the corner of my lips as I savor the taste of him in my tired, achy mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and claims my startled gasp with his mouth like a prize.
My cheeks flush warm and happy with his words. It makes my insides trill with delight and the need for my body to be used rises up in full force. When I break from the kiss for air, I whine and move back on the bed, laying back upon my elbows.
He parts my legs gently, his massive, clawed hands not scratching my skin in the slightest. He dips his head to deeply inhale, and I whimper. I'm already so wet I can feel it.
His long, pointed tongue traces against the heated skin of my inner thigh, setting off every nerve in my nethers.
“Vlad,” I moan, begging for more, for anything at all.
I gasp, my back arching up off the bed as his tongue drags through my folds, hot against my clit, before delving deep within me. In another universe, I was probably having a thought about how non-soundproof hotel walls were; but in this one, only after my moans and keens of keep-doing-that-please did I realize I was not remotely containing my noises of pleasure.
“Vlad, Vladdy. I want you in me,” I whine, unabashed to sound so needy for it, that I could somehow still need more than the feel of his tongue impossibly hot against my vulva as he licks hard, long strokes up the entirety of my slit.
Fuck it, I’ll die by getting dicked down. It’ll be good. That’s probably how I was meant to go anyway.
“I will fuck you when you're ready for it,” he snarls before he buries his tongue deep inside me, searing hot and reaching a lot farther than any tongue I’ve ever had in me. His massive hands slide beneath me to cup my ass, to lift my hips higher than I could to his mouth, my ankles landing over each of his shoulders.
My first orgasm takes me quickly, almost by surprise, with little build my nethers are left twitching and spasming. My legs are still visibly shuddering when he drags two huge fingers through the wetness of my cunt, then pressing deep into me. I can only moan weakly as he enters me, curling his fingers in just the right spot. I feel like putty in his hands, shaping into something that will fit around him.
He pulls his fingers out, and it leaves me empty and wanting.
There are a few moments to breathe and recover and mourn the absence of his tongue and fingers, as he surveys me, boneless and strewn naked across his bed. He brushes a finger against my calf, a gesture so gentle it might break me.
The bed shifts under me and pitches downwards under his weight as he puts one knee on the edge of the mattress, and then the other, moving forward to meet me. He sits on his heels, his thick, stony cock swaying heavily with the movements as he settles in.
“Are you ready?” he murmurs, taking my hips in his massive hands again. He spreads my legs wide, dragging my body up to meet his. My thighs all but straddle his cock, confirming to me that I was right about how unlikely it was I’d be able to take him.
“Yes, please,” I nearly beg. Still, I hold my breath for the first time his cock head presses against my entrance and pushes in.
Every inch is an experience in patience and testing my limits, as I roll my hips to take in more of him, to find that satisfying friction. He’s buffeting most of his thrusts against the bedframe, letting the furniture take the brunt of each motion.
I can see the flicker of pleasure that escapes his stony face, the restraint tensing in his muscles as he shifts in and out of me, easing me open. Each thrust deeper into me grazes a boundary, flirting with the point of pain, but never actually touching it. Every flirtation arcs into near satisfaction, twisting into wanting more as he pulls back again.
The bed cracks beneath us, pitching out from under me. The sound is startling, but Vlad pays no other attention to it other than to scoop me up off the bed so that I don’t tumble away with it.
Vlad is just so massive compared to me that as he crouches down, it’s nothing for him to hold my ankles open wide, hefting my hips into the air over my head, fucking into me like I’m just a toy upon his thick cock. Every movement brings me ass-over-head, as he thrusts down into me, fucking me into the mattress like he’s going to bury me here.
The sensation of it is so much, I lose time. My next climax finds me quickly, each slam of his pelvis into mine tips me over the edge again, hard. Vladyr comes with a growl, his claws dig into the mattress, shredding bedding around me. His release is hot inside me, I can feel each spurt, each wave move through me. It feels truly endless, my orgasm wrenching pleasure out of every last molecule, and his filling me up, seeping through every crevice his cock hasn't filled.
He pulls his cock from me, and the last twitching spurts of cum paint my belly up to my tits. I drag my fingers through it, cooling rapidly, testing the way it becomes tacky between them.
I start to doze off, spent. The broken bed shifts under me, as he climbs onto the side next to me, curling a wing around us, even though we’re alone.
It’s cozier under there. I could easily fall asleep if I wasn’t an utter mess. But before I can get up, I see he has a damp washcloth in hand.
Vlad nods to me and makes a gesture that I should lay back. “Let me take care of it,” he murmurs.
Oh no. He’s going to spoil me. And fuck, I want to let him.
I stretch, exhausted and satisfied, laying there lazily, letting him drag a damp cloth over my body.
