I will be Maris’ only vampire.
Maris barely has time to gasp in the time it takes for me to grab her around her waist and pull her forward. I don’t bring her where I want her the most, my cock, I bring her straight up to my face and sit her there. I pull her thighs down around my head when I lean back and force her down onto my face. The sound of her hands hitting the wood floor is music to my ears, the only sound sweeter is the low moan Maris lets loose when I lick into her. I should go slower, take my time warming her up, tease her—push her as close as I can to the edge of her control. She’d beg then, but Maris begs me for nothing.
“Make me cum.”
I’m desperate to give her exactly what she wants and so I dive facefirst into Maris. She’s wet, hot, and ready. Half a breath from me on her clit is going to have her cumming. I moan, tongue working her clit until her thighs start to shake. Maris squeezes my head between her thighs when I suck her clit into my mouth and drop fang. She feels the sharp graze of my fangs against her pussy, I know she does when she arches her back and rocks forward just enough to press herself into them. Not enough to pierce, but more than enough to remind herself of what I am. Maris rocks again and again, her heart beats so loudly that I can feel it pulse in her clit. I grab her hips with my hands and take over her rhythm.
She’s still holding back. Even with me on my back and her on top of me, she’s not letting herself take what she wants. If she won’t face herself and let her urges play, I’m going to force her to do it. I was right about hardly needing to do anything before she climaxes. After only a minute or two with my hands on her hips she starts to come apart in my hands.
“Julian,” she gasps. Her nails scrape the wooden floor as her hips start to buck. Faster and faster Maris chases her pleasure. My hands are just guard rails for her to remember not to stop. Keep going. Ride my fucking face. I flick my tongue over her clit,down and around it, I let her dictate the pace, the pressure. A hand comes to my hair, Maris’ nails scrape my scalp when she pulls me into her.
“More, m-more, please,” she begs, her voice breathy and full of yearning. I can’t speak, not with my mouth and face full of Maris but if I could I’d sound no better. “Julian, I-I’m going to-.”
I already know what she’s going to say. She’s going to cum. Good. It’ll be the first orgasm I give her tonight, which is one less than I already wish I had under my belt. I hook an arm around her waist and lift her just enough forward that I’m able to get my hand between her thighs. Maris raises her hips slightly when she feels my hand move. She knows what I’m going to do and with a moan she helps me work two fingers inside of her. My hand is large enough that I’m able to splay the fingers not inside of her onto her hip as my palm cups her ass. Maris flexes her hips and I feel it, the movement of her, all muscle, skin and sinew, it’s all in my hand, on my face and around me in the best fucking way possible. If I could, I would devour this woman. Fuck, I might with the way she has me feeling. I dig my thumb into her ass while Maris rides my face.
I know she’s cumming before she does when I feel her clench down around my fingers. Her thighs start to quiver next and then I feel her climax. It happens with a jerk and a ragged scream from her.
“Yes, yes!” Maris lifts her hips when she sags forward with a shaky laugh. “Oh fuck.”
I growl low and frown. “That’s not what I wanted to hear, wife.” I grab her by her hips and jerk her back down on my face. I’m not fucking done with her.
“It’s too much,” Maris tries to get away but I don’t let her. She should have said my name like I asked. I hold her right where she is and I eat her out like my life depends on it. Maris isn’t the one riding me anymore. I move her body the way I want. I savorthe taste of her cumming on my face, something she does two more times with my tongue buried in her and my thumb in her ass. It’s only when she’s sobbing my name that I relent.
“Julian! Oh, my-Julian!”
“That’s all I wanted to hear,” I murmur and kiss her pussy. I drag a fang up the side of her inner thighs and give her a light prick while Maris shakily moves back down my body. I help her with a steadying hand on her waist as she settles back to sit between my legs. Her legs are splayed over mine, a leg on each side of me.
I hug her right leg to my side and lift my head to look at her. “How are you feeling?”
Maris lifts her head and huffs out a tired laugh. “I feel like I just got destroyed.”
I sit up quickly and grab Maris’ waist. She yelps in surprise when I pull her into my lap. “Destroyed how?” I ask.
“Like I’m never going to be the same again.” Maris puts her hands on my shoulders. “I feel like you sucked my soul out through my pussy.” She’s not lying. Her heart rate is through the roof. It’ll take some time for it to go back to normal, and she’s breathing like she just ran a marathon.
I push her hair with my hands and cradle her head gently. I smile at her because I did fucking destroy her.
“That’s because I did, wife.”
Maris tilts her head to the side and touches my cheek with a finger. “Why are you calling me that?”
“It’s what you are,” I tell her simply. “Vampires don’t marry the way humans do. When we marry it’s for life. If you are my mate, then you are my wife.”
She licks her bottom lip and thinks about what I said. I can tell she is from the way she’s studying me. There’s a slight squint to her eyes, like she’s trying to see farther and if she looks hard enough she’ll find what she’s looking for in me.
“And how long is that?”
“Are you asking about my lifespan?”
“Yes. How long do,” she pauses and then takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry, it’s still hard to say. I can’t believe I’m even thinking this is real.”
“It is real and I think after what we just did you can say it.”
Her eyes narrow into a glare. “Fine. Vampire. You’re a fucking vampire and you just ate me out until I thought I died.” She laughs and looks away from me. “Oh my god, a vampire just made me cum.” Maris covers her mouth with her hand and shakes her head. “This is crazy.”
“The world is crazy. I think I make the most sense if I’m being honest.”
She drops her hand and looks back at me. “What do you mean?" When she moves back like she’s going to stand, I hold her tighter.
