I attempt to nod, my confidence flaring in the subtle defiance of the motion, but he tightens the tendril around my neck further—not hurting, but constricting with precise elemental force, void-energy pulsing in waves that make me gag around the tendril in my mouth, saliva dripping as it thrusts deeper. He lets me suffer just a bit—fuck him again for the exquisite torment—shadows amplifying the sensation, turning the gag into a full-body quiver that borders on ecstasy. My vision blurs with tears of overstimulation, my pussy clenching emptily, begging for more.
Then relief: the tendril pops out of my mouth with a wet slide, leaving me gasping and panting for breath, cool air rushing into my lungs like a lifeline. But the gasp pitches higher, transforming into a keening cry as the tendril taunting my ass finally decides to slide in—slow, deliberate, every inch a conquest of shadow over flesh. I feel it all: the cool void stretching me, silver veins within pulsing with rhythmic energy that sends elemental shocks through my nerves, filling me completely in a way that drives me wild, my walls clenchingaround the intrusion as pleasure borders on pain. I'm so close to cumming already, teetering on the precipice, every muscle taut as I fight to tame the building wave, incantations flaring golden across my back like wards against the overload.
His chuckle echoes against the walls of my mind, a psychic rumble that vibrates through our bond, shadows amplifying it into physical tremors:
*Such a responsive little thing.*
He gathers my slick along my folds with his cock head next—thick, veiny, the tip hot and unyielding against my entrance, feeling so fucking good as it teases, collecting my arousal in slow circles that make my hips buck despite the restraints. I can already imagine it fully: the girth that promises to split me open, veins pulsing with Duskwalker vitality, enhanced by his current form into something monstrous and perfect. His low chuckles further taunt and appease me, the sound weaving through the air like audible shadows, as he notes through our bond:*You have such a dirty mind, hmm.*
I blush, heat flooding my cheeks despite the confidence that keeps me arched and ready, and dare to ask aloud, my voice hoarse and breathy: "You aren't reading my mind, are you?"
He chuckles audibly this time, the sound dark and promising, shadows in the room responding by coiling tighter around the bedposts. "If I could, it would simply turn you on."
I smirk, twisting just enough to glance back at him, my eyes meeting his silver gaze with softened affection laced with challenge. "Yeah, it wou?—"
He seals my lips with his, the kiss a fierce claiming, tongue delving deep as shadows weave between our mouths, heightening the taste of him—night and starlight, possessive hunger. And in that exact moment, he inches into me, his cock spreading me wide, the stretch agonizing and blissful, elemental heat clashing with my inner fire. By the time he's halfway in,I'm cumming around him hard, my walls squeezing so fucking tight he grunts like it's painful, the sound vibrating through our joined bodies. Breathless on my high, waves crashing through me like a magical torrent, incantations blazing across my thighs, but he still continues inching in, relentless, making my toes curl as my body heats further, vampire blood surging with crimson energy that amplifies every sensation.
I swear I'm gonna lose my mind—having the tendril deep in my ass, pulsing with alternating cold voids that contrast his cock's heat, stretching me so perfectly in dual conquest that I'm trying not to forget my name, my heritage, everything but him. The room spins with magical feedback: shadows rippling across the walls in patterns that mimic our rhythm, the window's twilight fracturing into prisms of void-light, the air thick with the scent of our arousal mingled with ozone from clashing elements.
He taunts me through the bond, his mental voice a growl:
*Can your pussy handle this, Little Mouse?*
I love a challenge and don't back down, my confidence flaring as I clench around him deliberately, drawing a hiss from his lips.
"Try me," I gasp, softened affection in my tone despite the defiance.
He chuckles, the sound echoing physically and psychically, shadows surging to wrap around my wrists now, pinning them to my lower back in a new layer of restraint. "Bet."
Then he starts to move—slow at first, each thrust a conquest, his cock driving deep with elemental force that sends void-sparks dancing along my inner walls, clashing with my golden incantations in bursts of light. We bicker through gasps: I demand, "I'm gonna be deserving of a prize after this," my voice breathy but confident, softened for him as I melt into the rhythm.
He counters, thrusting harder, "We'll have to wait until we accomplish Year Four," his words punctuated by a deep grind that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
"Fine," I retort, clenching again to draw him deeper, "but then the gift has to be even better."
He chuckles, shadows amplifying the sound into a surround of darkness, "You should only expect the best."
He fucks me faster then, driving me insane with relentless pace, his enhanced form allowing thrusts that hit impossibly deep, elemental magic turning each movement into a storm—void clashing against my heat, creating steam that rises from our joined bodies like ethereal mist. The tendril in my ass starts to move at opposite pace, a back-and-forth grind that conquers every inch of me, shadows pulsing in counterpoint, cold voids against hot flesh, making it a symphony of overstimulation that drives me mad, tears streaming down my cheeks from the intensity.
I know I won't last, the pressure building like a spell about to detonate, and I warn him through our bond:*Cassius, I'm close?—*
He chuckles mentally, the vibration traveling through his cock, amplifying the pleasure:*You're going to be a good mate and wait for me to cum with you.*
I whine, the sound muffled against the sheets, my body trembling as I fight the wave, confidence softened into a desperate plea for this man who holds my heart.
*I know you're not going to cower, Little Mouse. Bear it,*he warns, beginning to pump faster into me, driving me mad as shadows lash out to tease my nipples, cool tendrils pinching with elemental precision, heightening the torment.
I'm literally trembling uncontrollably when he's grunting and cursing under his breath, his control fraying, trying to draw this out a bit more but losing the same battle I've been fighting toovercome. He curses again, the word laced with void-energy that shakes the room:
"Fuck—Cum, Little Mouse!" he orders, sinking so deeply into me that I see fucking stars, the penetration a final conquest that shatters my restraint.
My orgasm whiplashes through me, leaving me screaming in bliss, waves crashing like a magical cataclysm—incantations exploding across my skin in golden bursts, vampire blood surging to heighten the peak, shadows from his tendrils amplifying every convulsion until I'm a quaking mess. My body collapses against his frame, completely jelly as I can barely breathe, aftershocks convulsing through me with the tendril still deep in my ass, pulsing gently now like a comforting anchor.
He whispers in my ear, his breath hot and possessive:
"I'm all you need and you know it. Remember that next time that fucker tries to outplay me."
He pauses, purposely tugging my bottom lip between his teeth and sucking it with a gentle bite that sends one last spark through me.
