I think mine might.
The feel of his tight, wet heat and the plug filling my ass is almost too much. When he scrapes his teeth against my neck, I almost come undone.
“Do it.” I beg, tipping my head to the side to erase any doubt about what I mean.
It hurts. The pain of his teeth sinking into my flesh is an explosion that blooms over me. My hips stutter and his arms and legs constrict me tighter. In stark contradiction to the searing pain in my neck, Nikolo strokes my flanks soothingly, petting me with firm fingers.
The sharpness is replaced with the wet stroke of his tongue, and the pain begins to transform. The pain doesn’t disappear, but it doesn’t feel bad. Electric warmth radiates from the wound that only intensifies when he fastens his lips and begins to suck in earnest.
“Oh, Gods.” The guttural groan comes from somewhere deep in my spirit, dragged out of me by Nikolo’s desperate hunger.
Not only can I feel each pull of blood, and hear the hungry sounds of him literally devouring me, I can feel how much it’s turning him on. Still unable to really thrust like he wants, he humps against me, rolling his hips, his cock leaking a river between us.
I’m nervous to move, in case I do something awful that has his fangs tearing me open. But at the same time, the pulsing need growing inside me is getting impossible to ignore. I rock experimentally, drawing back and sliding back inside while keeping my upper body perfectly still. The squeeze of his ass only increases the euphoria of it all. So I do it again, shuddering out a dizzy breath.
“You taste so fucking incredible.” Nikolo mutters hungrily, twisting to catch a trail of blood he missed. “Can’t get enough.”
Strong hands smooth down my back to squeeze my ass, urging me to keep going. The squeeze knocks the base of the plug, shifting it inside me. My hips buck from the jolt of pleasure that shoots straight up my spine. Vaguely, I’m aware of the breeze I send through the room, ruffling the curtains and knocking over one of the candles.
“Fuck, Nikolo, I can’t. I need you.” Squeezing my eyes tight, I shove my hand between us to grasp his cock. I’m about to blow, but I need him to come, too—need to feel his ass clamp around my cock when I release inside him.
His cock is slippery with his pre-cum, and I fist the head, squeezing and twisting while I fuck into him with every ounce of my desperation. Nikolo’s needy, hungry whines fill my mind as I try to hold back the avalanche ready to tumble down on me.
Just as I think I can’t stop, and the pleasure is too much, he releases my neck from his bite and his head falls back on the pillow. I open my eyes just in time to watch him come, his release pulsing over my hand and his ass clamping around me like a fucking vice.
His cry is silent, his bloodied mouth open wide, face flushed withmyblood, eyes screwed tight with overwhelming pleasure.
“Nikolo,” I breathe in awe.
It really is too much. The world briefly disappears, there is only feeling. My ears ring and my brain goes fuzzy. Every muscle in my body cramps tightly as I lock myself as deeply as I can inside him, needing to fill him with my cum. To brand him with it. To have him entirely filled with me in every way possible.
Completely wrecked and utterly boneless, I collapse on top of him. My blood is still dripping from my neck, his cum is all over the hand I’ve shoved under a pillow and mine is probably leakingout his ass, but there isn’t a chance on this earth that I’m moving right now.
Nikolo doesn’t seem to have a complaint about that. He just wriggles underneath me, releasing his thighs' death grip to stroke my calves with his foot.
“I’ll get up in a second, I swear.” I mutter eventually, when I can figure out how to make use of my tongue.
Nikolo presses a kiss right next to my lips.
“No rush.” He smiles the self satisfied smile of the well-fucked. It looks particularly perverse all covered in blood, but it also looks really fucking exhausted. Dawn must be close. “You feel fucking incredible on top of me.”
Eyes drifting shut, he nuzzles back into the pillow, his smile still plastered on his face.
I know I should get up and get all this mess cleaned up, but I can’t bring myself to get off him just yet. To both our disappointment, I do slip out of him when I remove the plug, only to have Nikolo mumble half-asleep complaints when I reach over to put it on the bedside table. The complaints stop when I rearrange us so I’m lying beside him, with my arm and leg slung over him.
“I will have to go soon.” I whisper into his temple, dusting him with soft kisses.
He still hasn’t opened his eyes, but his brow draws up in a cranky frown. It takes him a long time to get the words out through his exhaustion. “Stay as long as you need. I trust you to lock up when you go. You got me.”
His words wrap around me, and I’m glad his eyes are closed so he can’t see the smile on my face. I tug him closer and raise my hand from his chest to cup his cheek, stroking him softly.
I kiss him again, and rest my forehead against his temple. “Yeah, Nikolo, I got you.”
Does he know that he has me? Completely and totally?
He’s warmer than usual from feeding on my blood, but he’s perfectly still. I can’t even tell if he’s still conscious or if he’s already slipped away into his undead state. Worry surges through me. Is he actually okay? Did he have enough blood to get through the day? What if he needs something?
I breathe through my anxiety and hold him tight, even though his unnatural stiffness isn’t exactly comforting, until my eyes burn with exhaustion and I fall asleep.
