Her pussy gleams with fresh release, and I lean forward, wanting to know what it tastes like. Whatshetastes like.
I grab her thighs and lick her and she nearly flies off the bed. I pull my tongue back in my mouth, for a moment, holding her there in silence as I let myself process the actual taste.
It’s….
Sweet. Slightly tangy, but…
I dive back in for another lick and she squirms beneath me, which only spurs me more. My cock throbs in my pants, and I trace the lines between her folds, trace her swollen clit with my tongue. I slip my tongue inside her. I suck on her folds, on her clit. Every corner and crevice is new and uncharted, and I like how it feels. I like how responsive she is to my tongue.
“Oh my Gods, Wesley—” Her voice is strained, and before she can finish whatever it was she was going to say, another guttural moan escapes her and then I feel the rush of sweetness on my tongue as she comes. Again.
Holy fucking hell.
I drink her like she drank my blood. Like I’m starving, and perhaps I am.
Starved for something I didn’t know existed until this very moment.
Caught in my lust, I bury my face against her thigh, kissing and licking at the stray juices that coat the skin there. And then without thinking, I bite her.
My fangs sink into the flesh of her thigh like teeth pierce soft cake.
Blood rushes to the surface, filling my mouth along with the sweet taste of her cum and sweat. I come without warning, not giving a shit that I’m coming in my pants on this woman’s bed, with my head between her legs, my fangs deep in her skin.
I get lost in the taste of blood, in the feel of her flesh, and the euphoria hitting me like a brick.
And then the bloodheatdies.It falls apart like soaked paper.
Reality hits me harder than it ever has after an episode, and I look up at her, my blood staining her chin and neck, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and guilt.
Fuck.
What just happened?
You just fed a vampiress.I blink, licking my lips. The taste of her is prevalent. Panic laces through me.
You just ate vampiress pussy. No big deal. No big deal at all…
Except I know itisa big deal.
I just cheated on my boyfriend.
He’s not your boyfriend,the voice in my head chastises, but I shake it off. I know he’snot, but…
He is. My boyfriend. I think he’s been my boyfriend for a while, even if he hasn’t said anything.
Oh, fuck.
I scramble back on my knees, my cock brushing against my wetness and I look down to see the mess I made.
There is no denying what happened here. The wet spot alone is huge.
Anxiety swells as everything converges on me at once.
“Wesley—”
“Are you… okay?” I ask, trying not to come undone at the seams.
“I think so,” she says, closing her legs, pushing her skirt between to cover herself. Her gaze flashes at me and I can see the panic in her eyes, too.
