“That’s just the thing, pretty boy. So do I. Are you willing to submit to me for a change?”
My head swims with the razor-edged tension between us. I’ve never been on the other side of this dynamic. My particular sexual tastes thrive on having the females at my mercy. Yet, her show of dominance heats the ice-cold blood in my veins, my cock leaking pre-cum in my pants. For her,and only her,I’ll relinquish all control. I’ll be her puppet, her servant, her submissive. She’ll be my everything.
I give a slow, measured nod.
“Good boy,” Sariah mewls, lifting herself off me enough to pull my dick out of my pants and impaling herself on it in one swift, unforgiving movement. The air leaves my lungs with a harsh whoosh as I’m buried inside to the hilt. She feels exquisite. Her walls clench around me with carnal desperation, and she accommodates my size without an ounce of discomfort. Only pure, wet ardor.
“I knew you’d be a big boy,” she purrs as she glides up and down on my shaft, picking up the pace and undulating her hips to a rhythm known only by her. “You walk around with this massive dick aura about you, and you don’t disappoint.”
I’m dying to ask how long she’s been thinking about my cock, but the leather in my mouth prevents me from voicing my thoughts.
Her long nails leave red welts on my torso, and I watch enraptured as she chases her own release with wild abandon. Her pale locks cling to her feverish skin like an opaline veil, and my fingers clench reflexively, burning to wrap her hair around my knuckles like a sinful rosary. I’ve never been big on the whole Gods thing, hardly finding it in me to worship abstract deities, but in this moment I feel the faith seeping into my bones. Faith inher.
I’d spend my days on my knees, praying at her feet if she’d let me. I’d beg, grovel and demean myself if she’d ask me to. I don’t think she fully grasps my level of obsession with her, or devotion. I don’t fully grasp it either.
It’s like after six hundred years of deflection and debauchery, the weight of my repressed feelings is drowning me like a murderous avalanche high in the Saunoque Mountains. I never formed romantic attachments, and now,this oneis burning me alive—well, as alive as one can be by vampiric standards.
Sariah is lost in her own ravenous bubble, using my body like a life-sized pleasure tool, inching toward a glorious release that I’m merely witnessing, more than causing. To be used like this, pleasure wrung from my body while I lay chained up and incapable to touch, to taste, to possess, is the ultimate high I didn’t know I was missing.
She’s an untamed warrior princess, a Goddess of the night and of the light, and as sweat trickles down her glorious breasts, sunlight bathing her in a fiery glow, I imagine how magnificent she would look with her belly swollen with my progeny. It’s just an unattainable delusion; something I can never have in this existence, but as images flash before my eyes of a pregnant Sariah bouncing on my dick, my balls tighten in furious anticipation—the need to release and coat her insides with my seed, to fill her up with little Blaises and Sariahs overwhelms my senses.
She suspects nothing of my preposterous fantasies, increasing in tempo as she grabs my braids like bridles, shuddering above me as she peaks. Her prolonged shudders take me over the edge, and I come with a guttural groan against the leather gag.
Sariah slumps forward, resting her slick forehead against mine, her breathing ragged, eyes blown wide in euphoric bliss.
“My perfect boy,” she moans before placing an open-mouthed kiss on top of the belt restraining me. “Good boys get rewarded. Did you know that?”
I raise my brow in question, and she giggles, a bashful little sound, as if she didn’t fuck my brains out like a domineering enchantress.
She unshackles me with languid movements before whispering in my ear, “Fuck me like I know you want to, Blaise.”
I spit the belt and take her mouth in a punishing kiss, my fangs sinking into her lower lip until a trickle of blood flavors our combined saliva with a jasmine-nuanced iron taste. Even her life essence carries that floral aroma. One day I will build her an altar of night flowers and ravage her between the fragrant blooms.
I flip her onto her hands and knees, dragging her ass up, baring her pretty pussy to my hungry gaze.
“Grab the bedpost, moonlight,” I command as I push myself into her with enough force to shake the bedframe.
Her tight walls clamp around me in a furious grip, her back arching further, tiny gasps escaping her lips. I grip her shoulders, ramming inside her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, her perky ass slapping against my flesh. Her visceral cries of pleasure rattle my eardrums, and a twisted sense of pride courses through my veins, knowing that the entire castle will know who’s owning her body so thoroughly right now.
I hover over her curved spine, licking a trail between her shoulder blades and up her neck until I find that sweet spot where her pulse hammers savagely. She’s ripe for the taking and all mine. My fangs sink into herfevered skin like a knife through melting butter, and I drink my new favorite aphrodisiac directly from the vein.
She screams my name over and over again, a libertine orison that would make even the most hardened sinners blush.
I rip my fangs out of her neck and release with a roar, her climax following shortly, her cunt squeezing every last drop out of me. We fall forward, a tangle of limbs and satin sheets, sated yet still voracious for each other.
Hours pass, turning daylight into dusk, and we’re still cocooned in a bubble of drowsy indulgence, me stroking her naked back as she glides one pointy fingernail along my torso in a pattern of lazy circles.
“Well, this has been a fun tumble, pretty boy,” Sariah says, stretching like a lethargic feline before trying to get out of bed. I grab her wrist, frowning.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“My bedroom, obviously,” she answers with an eye roll.
“Why?”
“Your fame precedes you, Blaise. You’ve left a trail of teary-eyed conquests all over Imiryion. You don’t dabble in repeats. Don’t pretend otherwise on my account.”
My brows knit further as I grab her chin and caress her cheek with my thumb.
