I can’t believe what just happened—I can’t believe I touched myself for him until I reached the peak. It was the most amazing feeling—all that pleasure coursing through me. Valen was right—it is like an explosion. It felt so good I still feel dazed—maybe that’s why I don’t protest when he kisses my forbidden place through my panties.
But when he tries to pull them down, I stop him.
“No! You said you needed to drink from me. Not…not do anything else.”
“Fuck, sweetheart—I just want to taste your sweet little pussy,” he growls. Holding my eyes with his own, he places a hot, open-mouthed kiss I can feel right through my panties. “Don’t you want to let me make you feel good?”
“You said you just…just wanted to bite me,” I try to make my voice firm, though secretly, deep down inside I wish I could let him. But my chaperone has warned me often enough that once a girl allows her panties to be removed, all kinds of scandalous things can happen. Most notably, she can get pregnant. So it’s very important to keep them on.
“All right—I’m thirsty enough,” he admits. “But I’m going to want to taste your pussy sometime in the future.”
I don’t agree to this at all—but I can’t help imagining it. But before I can think of an answer, I feel a sharp pain as he sinks his fangs into my inner thigh.
The pain gives way to pleasure almost at once. I moan and buck my hips—oh Goddess, I feel like I might come again! It almost feels like now that my body knows how to find the peak, it wants to find it over and over.
“Oh…Oh, Valen!” I gasp, writhing under him.
He doesn’t answer but his fingers tighten on my thighs, holding me down as he sucks deeply. As my blood flows into him, I feel the pleasure peaking again. My nipples go tight and my whole body tenses. Oh Goddess—here I go, I really am coming hard again!
The pleasure doesn’t ebb until he finally withdraws his fangs and licks the inside of my thigh to seal the wounds he made.
“Mmm, fucking delicious, sweetheart,” he growls, licking his lips. “Your blood was so nice and hot for me. Did you just come without even touching yourself?”
I feel suddenly ashamed.
“I…I don’t know,” I mumble, looking away.
“Hey, don’t be ashamed. It’s all right to come when you need to.”
As he speaks, he lays back on the grass beside me and unfastens his trousers.
“What are you doing?” I ask, immediately alarmed.
“Relax, sweetheart—this isn’t for you. Not tonight, anyway,” he growls as he exposes his thick shaft and takes it in one big fist. “I’m just so fucking hot from watching you come, I need a release too.”
He proceeds to stroke his long, thick shaft—just like he did in the bathtub of the inn. I watch, unable to look away. At last I blurt out,
“It’s so big! How do you use it?”
“Use it?” he frowns.
“You know. On…on a woman.” I feel my cheeks getting hot as I speak. I shouldn’t be asking such a question. I shouldn’t be watching him touch himself either, but somehow I can’t look away.
“Oh, you mean how do I fit my cock inside a woman’s tight little pussy?” he growls softly, his eyes going half-lidded with lust.
Wordlessly, I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“Well, I have to get her ready first.” He’s still stroking, holding my eyes with his own as he speaks.
“Get her ready?” I ask. “How?”
“By tasting her pussy. By licking her and teasing her tight little clit with my tongue. By making her come all over my face.” His voice is a low, lustful rumble I can feel in my bones. Chill bumps have broken out all over my skin and I feel hot and cold at the same time.
“But…that’s wrong,” I whisper. “It’s forbidden.”
“Not everything you were taught is ‘forbidden’ is wrong,” he growls. “Where’s the harm in me tasting your soft little pussy to get you ready for my cock?”
“I…I never said I would let you do…do that to me,” I say quickly, my cheeks flaming. “In fact, I forbid you to try anything of the sort. I’m a virgin and I must remain one.”
